"Ha, I never thought that one day I could walk here openly." A guard said with a smile. He looked young, with dark green skin. When he spoke, he would occasionally stick out a tongue longer than others. "I didn't dare to do that before. If someone dared to walk here, they would be killed by the dragon guards." It

was a second-level toad beastman.

"Yeah," another guard also smiled, "Haha, look at it now, it doesn't look like the king's bedroom, tsk, there are weeds here, I guess no one has cleaned it this month."

His skin was wet and slippery, and you could faintly see dirt scales. He was a second-level grass carp beastman.

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business." Another guard was probably the leader of the three. He had vertical pupils and was a snake beastman. His expression was serious and cold. "I heard that the warm jade bed is priceless. Today I finally found out that Lord Ao Qin and many dragon guards are not here. There are not many people patrolling the entire Dragon Palace. And it's the day when Madam Chongxi is out. There is only the crippled dragon in this palace. Don't delay any longer."

"And the horn of the crippled dragon." The beastman walking at the end was the tallest and the strongest among them. His strength was close to level 4 and he was also the bravest. "Although I heard that it is already useless, it should still be quite hard. If we dig it out completely, we can sell it for some money."

"Hehe, big brother is right." The toad beastman spitted and rubbed his hands excitedly, "I have been in this Long Mansion for so many years, and now I am just a low-level guard. I will run away after this job. Who is still working here?"

The grass carp beastman also cursed fiercely, "Damn it, hurry up, I spent a lot of gold coins to trick my greedy boss to drink."

Their voices were not loud, but they could not escape Mr. Long's consciousness-

four, not difficult to solve.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. After he was seriously injured, most of the things in the bedroom were moved away, leaving only his remaining warm jade bed.

One was because the maids and servants did not know the goods, and the other was probably because they disliked his blood stains.

Now, the lady had finally cleaned up the yard and the room, but these guards got the news from somewhere and wanted to dig up his secrets, and even wanted to steal their marriage bed.

Ha.

If it was him more than a month ago, he would probably have no power to resist, but now...

Mr. Long slowly picked up the cage with the spirit chicken tied to it, walked back to the room, and picked up the three middle-grade spirit stones that Mu Wanwan had specially left at home -

isn't it good to have someone deliver spirit stones to your door?

He wanted to wait for those people to come to his house before dealing with them, but he suddenly heard the grass carp beastman who was almost at the gate say:

"Brother, can we ambush in the yard later and wait for the lady to come back..."

The toad beastman exchanged a "you know" look with him and smiled obscenely, "We are leaving anyway, so we might as well have some fun. I saw the lady from a distance when the king got married before." "

Although she is not as beautiful as the girl next to her, she is also a rare beauty, and she is from the human race. Her skin is so tender, I wonder what she will do..."

Before he could utter the word "feeling", the toad beastman suddenly stopped, his eyes wide open, his face flushed, as if he was under great pressure. He stared at his body being swallowed up bit by bit by the sudden black mist, without even having time to let out a scream.

"Who!"

The two snake guards suddenly became nervous. Before they could take a defensive posture, they watched the grass carp guard who was unable to dodge was quickly covered by the black mist and turned into nothingness.

The courtyard door was slowly opened, and Mr. Long's face was covered with black and red lines, and his phoenix eyes flashed with flames.

"Damn it."

A cold and angry voice rang out.

The two snake guards only had time to hear the last words of their lives before they were completely enveloped by the black mist. It was difficult to resist, and in the end, they only screamed and turned into nothingness.

The black mist gradually dissipated, and the alley in front of the yard returned to peace. The ground was clean, with a few Qiankun bags scattered around. Not even a trace of ashes was left of the guards just now.

The cursed lines on Mr. Long's face flowed like flowing blood. The backlash after using his ability caused his meridians to break, and blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

The three middle-grade spirit stones in his hand were shattered into powder, and the golden light in Mr. Long's eyes did not disappear. He was angry and afraid.

If, if it weren't for the fact that his wife was gifted and had taken good care of him during this period, maybe, maybe...

they actually wanted to attack her. How dare they?

Mr. Long was shaking with pain, and his hands were holding onto the yard with so much force that his knuckles turned white.

Even his originally evil face had a hint of frightening horror.

Meng Meng, who had sensed a bad aura and jumped out of the room and wanted to help, was also scared. It trembled its little body and looked at Mr. Long who was holding the door from a distance, and didn't even dare to flap its little wings wildly.

After a while, Mr. Long felt a little better. He slowly stood up, walked forward and picked up the spoils.

Four Qiankun bags, three low-quality ones, and one medium-quality one.

Mr. Long took the three low-level Qiankun bags, his palms turned into dragon claws, and he wanted to crush them directly, but the image of Mu Wanwan working hard to collect spirit stones in front of him appeared in his mind.

Although these three Qiankun bags were not worth it, he was no longer the king he used to be.

Mr. Long's palms slowly returned to normal, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, opened one of the Qiankun bags, and directly absorbed all the dozens of low-grade spirit stones inside.

After a while, his face looked a little better.

Mr. Long closed the door of the yard, took the spirit chicken out of the room, and roughly grabbed Mengmeng into the room before he had the mind to open the other three Qiankun bags.

These guards were very poor. All their spirit stones added up to no more than 200 low-grade spirit stones and 30 medium-grade spirit stones. After removing the ones he absorbed, there were only more than 100 low-grade ones left.

The only pills they had were the most common first-grade soul-restoring pills, but there were quite a few other miscellaneous items.

The richest one was the leader snake guard. His medium-grade Qiankun bag was worth 20 to 30 medium-grade spirit stones. It also contained third-grade soul-restoring pills and some other items, including two second-grade flying swords.

It was suitable for the lady.

Thinking of Mu Wanwan who was out, Mr. Long's eyes softened for a moment. He opened the last Qiankun bag, scanned it with his consciousness, and his eyes lit up -

there was actually a little treasure.

Mr. Long curled the corners of his lips slightly, and felt that the anger in his heart had dissipated a little.

A life-saving jade hairpin.

The jade used for carving is not very good, but it is engraved with an exquisite formation that can withstand the full force attack of a fourth-level strongman.

He was also a wealthy dragon in the past. He disdained to wear treasures of this level like the jade hairpin, but now, it is the most valuable treasure he has ever had.

He finally has something to give her.

She has been married to him for so long and has been suffering. She doesn't have any decent jewelry. She wears plain clothes every day and is very frugal.

Mr. Long took out the jade bracelet, stuffed three low-grade Qiankun bags into the middle-grade one, and held the spirit stone -

in his bedroom there is a formation that he casually engraved when he was bored before. It is not complete, but no one knows. It didn't have any substantial protective effect after activation, but it could conceal the fact that he could move.

As long as Ao Qin didn't come here in person, spiritual detection could only see him lying in a wolf-like state on the bed.

Mr. Long lowered his head slightly. These spirit stones were enough for him to activate the formation, and the remaining ones should be enough for him to connect the fifth broken nucleus.

By then, he should be able to recover 50% of his strength.

"Mengmeng, come here." Mr. Long waved to the shivering little Maojiu hiding in the corner.

"Jiu..." Maojiu didn't dare to speak.

Mr. Long raised his eyebrows, but Mengmeng still didn't dare to stay still.

"Heh." Mr. Long reached out and poked its scarf, pinched its wings, and smiled after a simple test, "It's really not an ordinary tit."

"It's not easy to open your intelligence directly." He said softly, and tied the Qiankun bag containing treasures to Maochu's neck.

"Let her..."

"Think you did it."

He is in danger now. Even if all the prokaryotic fragments are connected, he may not be able to defeat Ao Qin, who has many dragon supporters.

What's more, he doesn't have that much time. More than

a month may not be enough for Ao Qin to reach an agreement with the demon clan, but three months, half a year, he can't bear that long.

He regretted that he trusted others so easily, and now he has implicated her in such danger.

Only, only.

After he connected the fifth pronucleus, he could enter the trial ground before Ao Qin, and perhaps he would be able to break through and win a chance of survival.

Mr. Long endured the pain of the curse in his body, walked into the side hall calmly, and began to activate the formation.

Before connecting the fifth pronucleus, he wanted to quietly be the "plant dragon" in the lady's mouth for a few days.

Not waking up, not talking, pretending to be unable to take care of himself, and enjoying the feeling of being cared for that he had never had in more than a hundred years.

Mr. Long wanted to laugh, but the corners of his lips could not rise, instead they fell down and formed a stiff arc.

He could feel that Mu Wanwan did not completely ignore him. But because of this, he could not become the perfect "Mr. Dragon" in her heart.

Although he was extremely reluctant to let her abandon him, and even cruelly wanted to tie her to his side, Mr. Long knew that he would not bear it.

After recovering 50% of his strength, he would "wake up" before going to the trial ground.

He would be cruel to her, let her go, let her hate himself, let her think that she was an arrogant and hateful monster, and completely remove his shadow in her heart.

Then, throw her to a place where there are no dragons and let her fend for herself. Before

leaving, he would go to several places and give her all the treasures he had hidden before, so that she could live a good life.

If he failed and died, she would not be sad. With Mengmeng and the things he left behind, she would also have something to rely on.

If he succeeds, even if she doesn't want to, he won't let her go. He will tie her up and make her lay a hundred dragon eggs for him.

The formation gradually takes shape. Mr. Long's face is ferocious and scary. In the dim light, he looks like a crying devil.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long is really stupid, but do you think he is willing to do it? (dog head)