Mr. Long looked at the person in front of him. Her expression was soft under the dim light. Behind her was a big red wedding quilt embroidered with doves.

She faced him with a warm smile on her lips. His face was reflected in her eyes, and she said words that he could not ignore without any fear.

Her cheeks gradually turned red. Long turned his head slightly, moved his fingertips, and the view in front of Mu Wanwan became dark again.

Mr. Long's voice seemed a little erratic in the dark night, "I won't sit here, go to sleep."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was speechless for a moment, looking at the dark room, listening to the sound of Long's sliding wheelchair, watching his blurry figure seem to move outside, and couldn't help but say, "My Lord, where are you going?"

Mr. Long froze and stopped moving.

The room fell silent again. Mu Wanwan didn't say anything, so he didn't answer.

After waiting for a long time, Mu Wanwan bit her lip, but couldn't help it. She whispered aggrievedly, "You, you are so unwilling to sleep with me?"

They are now nominally husband and wife. They

obviously slept together before, and he would awkwardly express his love for her at night before.

Why did he wake up as if he had turned into a dragon?

Mr. Long was silent. When he heard her whispering whether he was unwilling, and heard her say that she was not someone else, his heart seemed to be dug out. The sharp nails pinched into the palm of his hand, and blood was flowing down.

But he still said nothing, and Mu Wanwan's heart grew colder.

Long is like this, does it mean that everything before was just her wish?

Is it the original plot? Is it because of the plot that he will definitely fall in love with Bai Shuiyao when he wakes up?

Mu Wanwan felt sad, but she had already rewritten the tragic ending of her original body, which proved that the plot in the book was not unchangeable. From the time she came back and found that Mr. Long had woken up to now, she has been tormented many times.

And looking at Mr. Long's attitude towards her, it doesn't seem like he doesn't like her at all, but rather, it seems that he is considering something.

After all, according to the description of Mr. Long in the book, he has always been extremely cruel to people and things he doesn't care about. Mr. Long has already woken up, even if he is temporarily weak, it is more than enough to deal with her. If he doesn't take action, how could he have no feelings for her? She had tried so many times, and the dragon would at most reluctantly tilt his head and say she was noisy.

And the gentle little dragon, the big stupid dragon who carefully tried to give her a gift with spirit stones, the aggrieved dragon who pulled at her clothes, and the dragon who stood up his ears to light a lamp for her, how could they all be fake?

Mu Wanwan pinched the corner of the quilt, she didn't believe that those were all her hallucinations, there must be a reason why Mr. Long was so awkward, if he didn't have the heart to hurt her, then she could be a little more excessive.

If, he hated her.

Maybe, this is the end.

Mu Wanwan blinked her sore eyes, mustered up her courage, and faced Mr. Long's back, as if she had bet everything on it, aggrieved and cautious, "My Lord, are you ready to give up on me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the room, which had been roughly outlined by a trace of moonlight, had gone completely dark.

A breeze came from the side, blowing away her simply tied hair and sliding across her face with a slightly cool touch.

Mu Wanwan was a little overwhelmed to find that her body was slowly floating up uncontrollably, her skirt was blown open, and she seemed to be flying slowly. The feeling of weightlessness and darkness made her feel a moment of fear.

Did she make a wrong bet, Mr. Long...

No, is the tyrant finally impatient with her?

That's right, when dealing with a woman who is weak in talent and keeps talking nonsense to bother him, a woman he doesn't like at all, it's best to strangle her to death.

Mu Wanwan's hands and feet were cold, and tears were on her eyelashes.

But she just liked him, she liked him.

Her body fell quickly, and Mu Wanwan couldn't help but close her eyes, waiting for the tyrant's punishment.

But the expected pain did not come, but a warm and soft touch came instead. Mu Wanwan couldn't help but open her eyes, looking directly into a pair of eyes flashing with a faint golden light.

Is it... Mr. Long?

He didn't kill her?

She looked at his phoenix eyes flashing with golden light, which were slightly half closed, and his long eyelashes brushed against her face, which was very itchy.

The next moment, a force that could not be ignored came from her waist. Mu Wanwan felt her waist go limp, and she helplessly leaned against Mr. Long's chest.

"Ah..."

His slightly hot breath brushed against her ear, and Mu Wanwan's shocked mind went blank for a moment.

Was she being hugged? Wasn't he going to kill her?

Her cheeks almost immediately became hot. Mu Wanwan sat on Mr. Long's lap, held in his arms. She moved uncomfortably. She was almost stunned. She seemed unable to understand this Long's thinking at all.

Does he like her or not?

Mr. Long felt the slight struggle of the person in his arms, his heart was hot, he pursed his lips, and his ears were red.

Don't want her?

How could he not want her?

How could he bear not wanting her?

He was almost at the edge of his endurance, and could no longer tolerate any teasing. The dark thoughts in his heart had completely eroded him. Why should he distance himself from her for her sake? None of them could withstand her words "I don't want her".

When he came to his senses, he had already trapped her in his arms.

She was just like he had imagined countless times, soft and gentle. Just holding her gently, he was about to spontaneously combust. He couldn't say anything, and he felt that breathing was a difficult thing. Mu

Wanwan could hear his breath in her ears, and her face was flushed. She felt very uncomfortable sitting on Long's legs. After a while, she couldn't help but reach out and gently push his chest, "Mr. Long."

"Yeah." Long let go of her, his ears were red, his face was still cold, but his voice was a little softer. Mu Wanwan

couldn't tell what she felt in her heart at the moment, and got off his legs in a panic, "Does your leg hurt?"

"You." Mr. Long was silent for two seconds and said, "It's light."

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but laugh. She felt that the uncertainty in her heart about Mr. Long seemed to have dissipated with the hug just now.

But she seemed to have understood his character, so she didn't ask for his opinion. She pushed him towards the bed with a red face, "Sir, shall I help you to the bed?"

Mr. Long pursed his lips. Mu Wanwan heard his hoarse voice and whispered "OK".

This time he was no longer awkward. Mu Wanwan put Long on the bed and slept in another quilt.

Thinking back to the hug just now, her heart beat faster and faster. She buried her head in the quilt, feeling that Mr. Long was beside her, and she couldn't fall asleep at all.

Long was even more so. Sleeping in a familiar position, she felt that her legs, chest and arms were all covered with the marks left by her. With the itching of the gradually recovered spiritual power, she couldn't fall asleep at all.

So the next morning, Mu Wanwan had two not-so-obvious dark circles under her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she looked at the ugly Mr. Long who was half-sitting on the bed with an indifferent look and calm eyes. She blushed and felt that the hug in her dream last night must have been fake.

However, there was one thing she was sure of, Mr. Long would really not hurt her.

Thinking of this, the awkwardness in her heart passed, and she became even more arrogant, so arrogant that she didn't even call him Mr. Long. "Morning, Mr. Long."

Mr. Long's eyes brightened, and he nodded coldly and reservedly, as a response to her.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She smiled, secretly encouraged herself in her heart, and added another item to today's schedule:

she must try her best to make Mr. Long say a few more words.

"Chiu." The forgotten Meng Meng just woke up, tilted his head and looked at Mu Wanwan, who was obviously in a bad mood but seemed very happy, with his big eyes full of doubts.

Then...

he saw the death sight from the ugly dragon behind Wanwan.

"Chiu..." Meng Meng was frightened, Mao Jiu ran away on his short legs, the house was too scary, it was more fun in the yard!

——When the man and the dragon slowly got to know each other, the news that the Huiling Pill of Hua Yun Pharmacy had a good effect in reducing curses also spread to many people.

The first batch of people who bought it spared no effort to promote it. Uncle Zong and Uncle Chen recently received many pre-orders, including some strong people from other tribes.

As the core city of the Dragon Clan, the capital city is often home to many people from other tribes.

Xianqing Pavilion is the largest news transmission organization in the entire continent, and is affiliated with the Jinjiang Auction House as a mysterious organization.

They are distributed in the Dragon Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Witch Clan. It is said that they are also distributed in the territory of the Abyss Monsters.

Now there is an alchemist who can refine an alchemy that can reduce the curse. They have already mastered the first-hand information.

Leng An, the head of Xianqing Pavilion in the capital city, started to investigate Mu Wanwan's identity when she provided the elixir.

"Interesting." Leng An took the news just presented by his subordinates, and a smile crossed his lips. "Although the effect is not as strong as Jinjiang grass, it is better in quantity. Maybe Master will be interested in this little guy."

Being able to refine a pill with a similar effect to the Jinjiang grass cultivated by the master is enough to attract their attention.

The mainland is becoming more and more unstable, and the abyss monsters are becoming more and more restless. There is also collusion between them and the witch clan. The Lord of the Dragon Clan is just the earliest sacrifice.

However, the Lord now married such a capable wife. Maybe that man is lucky.

Leng An is not his friend, but he has heard a little about the experience of the Lord of the Dragon Clan.

How could the person who can make his Leng An master say the word "pity" be an ordinary person?

Leng An crushed the message into a small piece and held it in his hand. His tough face slowly turned translucent, two crystal tentacles appeared on his forehead, and his body gradually turned into a light blue translucent crystal.

He was a special life, and the message transmission channel that the demon and witch tribes had coveted for tens of thousands of years belonged to their special life alliance.

The tentacles were attached to the message note in his hand, and the dense words were quickly copied on his tentacles and transmitted to the special life alliance thousands of miles away.