Mr. Long quietly waited for his wife to come back, with Mengmeng leaning on one of his hands, which was furry and itchy.

The snow outside was a little heavy, and the yard was very quiet, but not as dead silent as before. He closed his eyes gently, and let go of his scattered consciousness. The entire palace that was once lonely and only used as his residence slowly expanded -

the messy burning grass in the kitchen was well collected and put together, and many seasonings were neatly placed on the cabinet. The spiritual rice was placed on the lower layer in a small bag. The nest of three little chickens was set up in the kitchen, and there were warm stones in the cage. They were huddled together, and I don’t know what game they were playing.

Behind the kitchen in the side hall, there is a piece of land without slabs. The soil inside has been almost dug up, and there is a shovel next to it.

There is a bloodstain on the corner of the wall, which she accidentally left before, and it has turned dark red.

After passing through a long corridor, you can reach the main room. It is just this one room, and her traces and smells are everywhere.

The yard is quite large, but very empty. Now there are many plant seedlings, most of which are under the eaves. There are one or two out of the boundary. As the wind blows, snow falls on the tender shoots.

Ah, she is also careless sometimes.

With a smile in his eyes, Mr. Long moved his legs carefully. The pain from his bones due to the curse made his face pale for a moment.

In the past few days, he has actually gotten much better. The time he is awake is gradually getting longer, and the fifth prokaryotic fragment is about to be successfully connected. However, most of his spiritual power is still sealed, and it is too extravagant to use it to fly or relieve pain.

After all, he has no way to obtain spiritual stones now, and his previous accumulation was looted in that battle.

But he is supported by his wife. He

needs to be frugal.

After a while, he will try to go outside and bring back some things.

Thinking of the appearance of that person, Mr. Long even felt that the pain was relieved a little. His toes tapped her slippers, and most of the soles of his feet were exposed. Mr.

Long's cheeks were burned. His feet are very big, and his wife forgot to buy shoes for him.

As soon as Long moved, Maoqiu's warm backrest disappeared. Qiu, who was still snoring, fell headfirst on the table, but stubbornly did not wake up and continued to sleep soundly.

Mengmeng is still very young and needs a long time of sleep every day.

Mr. Long ignored it, and supported the table with his hands coldly. His light blue clothes swayed in the breeze. His once strong legs seemed to have broken bones, and the meridians were pierced from the fingertips. The muscles were stiff, and the pain went deep into the bone marrow when he moved.

The legs that looked intact were already rotten from the inside.

Without using spiritual power, he could only rely on the strength of his arms to move little by little, which was worse than a mortal, even worse than a cripple.

Mr. Long's knuckles turned white. He finally "walked" out of the table. He was still a long way from the door, but the pain had already caused beads of sweat to ooze out of his forehead.

He turned sideways and glimpsed himself in the bronze mirror in front of the closet - his

face was covered with terrible curse marks, like flowing black and red blood, running vertically and horizontally, from the corners of his forehead to his collar. The long hair at the temples was wet and stuck to his face, forming a sharp contrast with the pale face that was not covered by the curse marks. His lips were purple, and the broken horns on his forehead were hideous and ugly, like a monster.

Mr. Long's pupils shrank slightly. He knew that he looked very ugly now, but he had never seen himself like this before.

How could he be so confident that his wife had other intentions towards him?

After all, he had always been like this in her eyes.

It was not the self-deceiving appearance of him, but the ugly dragon covered with scars and disabilities.

With unfathomable emotions in his eyes, Mr. Long suddenly felt so disgusted -

she tried her best to take care of him, and did not mind his ugliness or the trouble he took, but he took advantage of her kindness and her defenselessness, and tried to get closer to her and closer to her every day.

But him.

He wanted to drag her down to hell with him.

Mr. Long looked at the slightly distorted face in the bronze mirror, his heart was filled with darkness, and he gasped in a broken way.

He was not sure that he could protect her completely.

But he just wanted to be with her greedily, viciously, selfishly and domineeringly. The desire

to possess her was stronger than his desire for anything else.

His palms were covered with cold sweat, and there was a sudden sharp pain in the place where his knee was directly cursed. The curse that had been suppressed took the opportunity to enter, trying to interrupt his fifth pronucleus that was about to connect successfully. His mind was blurred for a moment, and the legs hidden under Mr. Long's long gown turned into a dragon's tail. The scales quickly turned yellow and cut his underwear.

Mr. Long's long eyelashes trembled in pain, and blood slowly flowed from the corners of his lips.

His blood stained the ground, and the scales on his face were looming. His eyes dimmed for a few seconds, and then quickly regained clarity. Mr. Long struggled to maintain his clarity, rushed into the yard, raised his hand to seal the door of the room, and brought a strong cold wind, which blew Mengmeng directly from the table to the wall.

Fatty Chu hit the wall with a "bang", then fell to the ground, and his little butt hit the cold floor. Chu jumped up in pain.

This bad dragon threw Chu and hit Chu!

Mengmeng felt very wronged. He humanely raised his little wings to wipe the corners of his eyes, climbed up and gritted his teeth to settle the score with Long, but before he could run two steps with his little legs, he was hit on the head by a scale with black mist flying in from the window.

Mengmeng was so scared that she felt dizzy. She felt that some of the black mist was sucked in by it, which hurt Mengmeng so much. She called out weakly to the half-open window twice -

the window was completely blocked by a huge creature. Mengmeng could only see a lot of blood rolling down from its huge scales. The strong smell of blood made it feel like it had just broken out of its shell a few days ago.

The little Jiu that played with it in the forest were all killed.

Mengmeng...

Mengmeng was in pain too.

"Jiu, Jiu."

Wanwan, if only Wanwan was there, it would be fine. Mengmeng thought she was about to die. Jiu was almost unable to breathe.

It wanted to rub against her again, so it opened its tender yellow beak powerlessly, turned over with force, and faced the small nest that Mu Wanwan had made for it before. Tears fell from its big eyes for the first time.

…

In the yard, there was the sound of scales falling off, hitting the ground, accompanied by painful dragon roars. If Mr. Long had not set up a formation before, such a large formation and such a bad smell would have been discovered by someone within three minutes.

However, due to the formation, people who did not step into the palace within ten meters could not detect the abnormality.

The backlash of the curse caused by the connection of the fifth pronucleus lasted for nearly two hours. The whole yard was dyed red, and the seedlings that were unfortunately stained by the dirty blood all died.

The huge dragon exhausted its physical strength and energy and successfully connected the fifth pronucleus fragment.

If it were not for the spiritual plants that Madam fed him during this period that could reduce the curse, perhaps his pronucleus would have shattered and exploded to death. Even so, he is not well now. Most of his meridians are broken. Although he has temporarily restrained the curse, it will take some time to repair.

Before Mr. Long recovered from the severe pain, he sensed a familiar breath, wearing a fighting hat, approaching little by little.

She is back.

His heart suddenly tightened, and an inexplicable panic spread in an instant. The huge dragon did not care about the sliding scales, and shrank its body little by little, but it was still too slow.

Too slow.

——Mu Wanwan said goodbye to Hongye, carrying the backpack, and hurried to the yard.

She had thought it all out. She would go back to check on Long and Jiu first, and then go to the kitchen to stew the bones of the newly bought third-level spiritual cattle. After that, she would do some housework, cultivate some spiritual plants, and refine some elixirs when she had time.

Clothes would be more difficult to dry when it snowed, and the newly bought underwear had to be washed before it could be worn.

Mu Wanwan was a little worried, and her footsteps left shallow marks in the snow. She was now a third-level cultivator, and her control over "force" had reached a certain level. Although her spiritual power was not biased towards attack, as long as the wood-type spiritual power was used properly, she could lift heavy objects with ease.

It was just that she was not very proficient now, but she felt that her body was a lot lighter than before.

Mu Wanwan quickly walked into the palace and arrived in front of the courtyard.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that today was very different from before. As soon as she approached the gate, her nose was full of blood, and the sky seemed to be darker.

Mu Wanwan felt something was wrong. She raised her head and only caught a glimpse of a blurry giant beast flashing by. The sky returned to light gray and snowflakes slowly fell down, as if everything just now was an illusion.

She heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Mu Wanwan was startled and stopped thinking about it. She opened the heavy door lock with shaking hands and pushed open the door.

The overwhelming bloody smell came, along with the blood-stained snowflakes that were blown up, blowing away her hat and her long hair, turning into a chilly bloody wind, leaving a damp and cold touch on her cheeks, and staining her plain dress with deep red spots.

Mu Wanwan felt that the world in front of her suddenly changed from a gray and white snowy sky to a bloody one.

She was blinded by the snowflakes that were blown up. She raised her hand to block the strong wind that stung her cheeks, trying hard to see the scenery in front of her, but could only see a blurry figure and dry yellow scales falling from the sky.

She reached out and grabbed a scale, but a pain came from her palm.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and a huge wave of emotion surged in Mu Wanwan's heart. It was Mr. Long's scales.

Are these all his blood?

She hurriedly ran two steps inside, and the gate was closed behind her. She was pressed against the door by the airflow, and her back suddenly hit the door handle, and she couldn't straighten her waist due to the pain.

With physiological tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, Mu bent over and looked at the mist in the yard dispersing. A blurry corner of light blue brocade clothes floated in front of her eyes, and she saw the person standing in the middle of the messy yard -

black hair shawl, broken horned beast, plush ears dyed red, and terrible black and red lines all over the face.

Everything was familiar to her.

Except for those

bottomless black pupils.