He, he woke up?

Why did he wake up suddenly? Didn't he continue to pretend to be asleep?

Mu Wanwan stood there in a daze, and when he met those dark, narrow, long phoenix eyes that were awake, he was speechless for a moment -

so this is what he looks like when he opens his eyes.

His eyebrows and eyes were like ink, his gaze was light, calm, but colder than anything else.

The light white snow fell, and the blood rain on his cheeks gradually turned into a cool touch. The warmth in Mu Wanwan's heart that was looking forward to going home gradually dropped, and turned into ice chips in his sweeping eyes.

She was suddenly at a loss. The scales that she had been holding tightly in her hands fell to the ground with a slight sound, but it was like a loud noise, making Mu Wanwan jump like a frightened bird. She

subconsciously wanted to step back, but her back was against the door, and the backpack had already broken and fell to the side, with things spilling all over the ground.

Mu Wanwan's fingertips were cold, and she subconsciously lowered her head.

When she came back from the door, the lying plant dragon husband turned into a living dragon with a cold vision and scales all over the ground. The strong smell of blood made her almost breathless, and she had no idea what she should do or what she should say.

She was at a loss and didn't know how to start, she hesitated for a moment, but Mr. Long was such a jerk.

After seeing Mu Wanwan's shocked eyes and her subconscious glance back, her glass heart was broken in half.

Sure enough, her previous tolerance and not abandoning him were just a fleeting dream of his. She just sympathized with him, just pitied him, not as he imagined.

He was so ugly, even if he could barely maintain his human form, he didn't have the energy to cover up the ugly curse mark on his face and the scar that had just been broken. He must be very ugly, even uglier than what he had just seen in the bronze mirror. No wonder she was scared.

Mr. Long's knuckles were trembling with pain behind his back, but he faced the direction of Mu Wanwan without moving.

He felt that he could leave now. She was so afraid of him, and he made the yard that she had cleaned with great difficulty so dirty, and scared her with his ugly face. She had been very kind to him. Anyway, he had already decided to leave her when she woke up. Isn't it good that she has no feelings for him? In this way, he doesn't need to use any means to make her hate him.

Just leave quietly.

Mr. Long thought so, but he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

It must be the curse, the curse has not worn off yet, that must be why he is in so much pain that he can't move, the meridians in his body seem to be shattered, he stood straight like a dragon, as if nailed to the spot by something.

A strand of his long black hair hung in front of his chest, blown up by the cold wind, and he maintained a sculpture-like standing posture.

However, he had no idea that his pair of plush ears, which he had not had time to fold, had drooped little by little to a terrifyingly low arc, sticking to the top of his head, motionless.

Mu Wanwan looked at him carefully, and saw the changes in his ears, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart -

fortunately, it was still the person she was familiar with before, the familiar Mr. Long in underwear.

Look, the ears are drooping, based on the days she observed Mr. Long, I'm afraid he is daydreaming again.

Huh?

Mu Wanwan suddenly realized that the dragon in front of her probably didn't know what it was thinking. She felt angry, anxious and amused. She didn't know how to comfort it. The feeling of being at a loss in her heart was much less. She mustered up her courage and tiptoed. She only had time to take a step forward before she saw the dragon's body tilting to the side a little bit, and it looked like it was about to fall, but it had a cold and hard expression.

Just looking at his face would really fool you.

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little distressed. Her eyes touched the blood and scales all over the yard, and her heart shuddered.

In the past, when she accidentally pulled out a lot of hair while combing her hair, she would gasp in pain. How could it not hurt when he lost so many bloody scales?

Why is he so pale and trying so hard like a fool? Is he afraid of losing face in front of her? How can

he have any face in front of her?

How can he be so stupid?

Her nose felt sore, and Mu Wanwan really didn't know how to talk to this dragon. The fear, the awkwardness and the embarrassment, in front of his shaky and bleeding ears, had become as small as dust.

However, she couldn't laugh after all. She bit her lip slightly and walked towards him.

Mr. Long was in so much pain that he was about to lose consciousness. His spiritual power was almost drained. He was completely supported by his unwillingness to stay awake in front of his wife. He even felt that his vision was beginning to blur.

Otherwise, how could he see that she was walking towards him?

Walking towards him, a disabled, scarred, ugly dragon who looked like a dark mouse.

It seemed that her hesitation, fear, confusion, and shock were all fake.

He could see the hem of her plain white skirt, crossing over his fallen scales, being cut by the sharp edges and stained with spots of blood. The world in front of him gradually changed, from the gray sky to the folds of her skirt. Mr. Long felt something was wrong. He seemed to be losing consciousness.

As his body fell, a light green bracelet flashed before his eyes. The next moment, he felt a soft touch on his arm.

"Be good." Her voice came to his ears, softly, "I'm back."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the inexplicable emotions in Mr. Long's heart were scattered. He seemed to have heard some incredible words, and he trembled all over. His heart was filled with the desire to drag this person down to hell, like a thick darkness that swallowed him up.

The thoughts that he was holding on to were like a dangerous building. The moment she touched him, it collapsed.

He fell down along her steps in a despicable way, retracting his sharp claws and turning them into slender palms, leaving bright red marks on her sleeves.

...

Long was dizzy and freed, and Mu Wanwan was almost crushed to death by him =_=!!

Mr. Long's falling posture can actually be said to be very elegant, but his weight is also considerable! He was covered in blood, and Mu Wanwan was afraid of touching his wounds, so she could only move his body carefully.

She was a third-level monk, and she felt that she had a lot of strength in the morning, but when she came back in the afternoon, she could hardly even hold a dragon.

Mr. Long was very tall. In human form, he was estimated to be more than 1.9 meters tall. With the broken horns, he was estimated to be over 2 meters tall. Little Long leaned against her, and Mu Wanwan felt that she could not even straighten her arms.

She took out with great difficulty the multifunctional folding wheelchair that Tie Bo had made before, which was said to be able to transform into three stages, from her Qiankun bag and placed it on the ground, carefully avoiding the dragon's wounds. It took her a long time to put the dragon on the wheelchair.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Mr. Long, who was sitting obediently with his head down in a large silver wheelchair that didn't look like a wheelchair. She was terrified by the scars all over his body.

She was a little flustered, half-bending to look at his cheeks. The curse mark that had not been active frequently recently seemed to be alive, flowing slowly, separating his cheeks, which was really scary.

Even though she had seen many sleeping Mr. Long, she still felt a little palpitated now.

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, closed her eyes and then opened them again, looking at his purple lips, and hurriedly took out the pills she had refined before.

Mu Wanwan gently pinched his chin and opened his lips, and the black and red blood came out. She patted Mr. Long on the back, and when the dirty blood was almost vomited out, she wiped the stains on his lips with shaking hands, took out the Ningxue Pills that she had saved for emergency use, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth. She fed him a few more spiritual pills.

Then she took out the remaining twelve medium-grade spiritual stones, and embedded them one by one in the grooves specially designed for placing things on the silver armrest of the wheelchair. She watched the spiritual stones approaching him slowly shrink, and then she slowly let out a breath.

After two hours, she would feed him the remaining Ningxue Pills, and nothing serious should happen.

Mu Wanwan felt a tingling sensation at her ankle, and she felt a little sore and weak. She knelt down on the ground. Only then did she realize that she had been scratched by some scales when she came in just now.

The scales of this dragon are really hard, and there should be a little bit of poison on them, otherwise she is a third-level warrior after all, and it is impossible for her to be in so much pain that she can't stand steadily.

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. While swallowing a Huiling Pill, she calmed down and used her spiritual power to remove the toxins in her body bit by bit. She sat on the ground and looked at the tattered light blue brocade clothes on Mr. Long, feeling very complicated.

Why was she frozen by his cold eyes when she just walked in?

A dragon on the verge of coma, with wounds all over his body, the clothes he was wearing were bought by her.

He wore them secretly and got them torn, and they didn't cover many scars when they were hung on his body. His posture was quite cool, and she almost ignored his tattered clothes because of his cold appearance. It

is really difficult to raise a dragon, and it is even more difficult to raise a dragon that is awkward and cares about underwear.

Not only is it difficult, but it is also laborious and tiring.qwqThe

ground was wet and cold. Mu Wanwan watched the snowflakes falling on Mr. Long's broken horn little by little, forming a small pile of snow, as if the broken horn was repaired.

She wanted to laugh, but also felt a little sad. In the past, Mr. Long's horns could break the falling hailstones into pieces of ice, but now even snowflakes can bully Mr. Long.

After the toxins were removed and her legs could move, Mu Wanwan quickly climbed up, brushed off the snowflakes on his head and the small amount of snow on his broken horns, pushed the cold metal handle, and lifted Long up the stairs in front of the corridor with great effort, and stretched out one hand to push the door.

Huh? Why can't it be opened?

Mu Wanwan tried several times, and finally used her spiritual power to push open the tightly closed door. She didn't control her strength well and almost fell.

The room was the same as when she left in the morning. The door was closed, and except for some things that were blown to the ground, everything else was intact. Mu Wanwan felt warm in her heart. It seemed that Mr. Long was not a cruel dragon, otherwise he would not have run to the yard.

There was one of her slippers near the door. Mu Wanwan stared at the two holes that were obviously pierced by the toes of Mr. Long's claws and stayed for two seconds -

she only had this pair of slippers!

But she did buy slippers for Mr. Long this time, and now she decided to deprive Mr. Long, who has been causing trouble, of the right to wear shoes. Mu Wanwan

was helpless. Just as she was about to take off the slippers and let Long in, she bent down and saw a small ball of fur that fell in the corner of the wall.

So cute!

She didn't care about anything for the moment, so she ran over and saw the little ball of fur in the corner clearly -

there was a scale flying around it, which cut off half of its hair. Its weak little body seemed to be trembling slightly, but it also seemed to be motionless.

Mu Wanwan panicked for a moment. She carefully reached out to touch the little body of Maoqiu, which was warm.

Fortunately. She breathed a sigh of relief

in her heart. Mu Wanwan took out a Ningxue Pill, broke off a small half, stuffed it into Mengmeng's mouth, picked it up and carefully placed it in the nest on the table.

She waited for a moment, and Mengmeng's two thin legs suddenly kicked, and Mu Wanwan heard it cough a little.

Her eyes brightened, and Mu Wanwan felt like crying. She watched Mengmeng cough up a ball of black mist, and then sat up in a daze. His small black bean-like eyes looked at her for several times before he seemed to come to his senses. He stretched out his little wings and hugged her hand.

"Chirp..."

Mengmeng really thought he was going to die, but now he is alive again, just a little uncomfortable.

The half-bald Aho-Mao rubbed against the back of Mu Wanwan's hand, not minding at all that her hand was stained with the blood of the bad dragon.

"Chirp!" Mengmeng rubbed for a while, and then sat on the small cushion obediently.

Mu Wanwan took out a soul-restoring pill and placed it on Maojiu's crib, then touched Maojiu's head. "Mengmeng is so good, a very brave little Jiu."

She knew that Mengmeng must have been scared by Mr. Dragon. His former friends and family might have been killed by dragons. How could he not be afraid when facing Mr. Dragon who had unleashed a curse all by himself?

Mu Wanwan's comfort was obviously very useful. Maojiu held the pill in his hands, tears dripped from his big eyes, and stuck to his hair. But he was obviously happy, and seemed to have recovered some energy. He began to gnaw the pill with his tender yellow beak.

Mu Wanwan softened her heart. After confirming that Mengmeng was just frightened and inhaled a small amount of poison gas, and that there was nothing serious, she began to think of a way to settle the dragon.

First of all, his tattered clothes are a problem.

Not to mention that it might be painful to tear off the cloth that is tightly attached to his body. After all the clothes are peeled off, he is not half dragon anymore. What if he sees something he shouldn't see, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?

And what if Mr. Long wakes up suddenly, how is she going to explain?

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long with his eyebrows lowered, and looked at the messy yard behind him, and felt a headache.

However, no matter what, she couldn't just leave Long here. She had to do what she had to do.

Without further hesitation, she walked to the bedside, folded the mattress, revealing half of the warm jade bed. After thinking about it, she still couldn't bear to let Long lie directly on the jade bed. She resignedly took out the spare mattress she had bought from the cabinet, made it, and pushed Long to the bedside.

"Mr. Long, I'm going to carry you to the bed."

Perhaps because he was not awake yet, Mu Wanwan was more familiar with his appearance. Mu Wanwan avoided his wounds, moved Long to the bed, let him stretch his limbs, and pulled the quilt that had been dirty and washed many times before, and covered Mr. Long with it.