The expectation was obvious. Perhaps she didn't want to miss any second that Mr. Long might come back. Mu Wanwan lay in bed, still unable to fall asleep.

Fortunately, she was now a third-level monk, and her body was much better than when she first came. Otherwise, she would not be able to endure the pain.

But Mr. Long did not come back because of her increasingly anxious and painful waiting. On the seventh morning when Long did not come back, Mu Wanwan looked at the increasingly gloomy sky outside the window and felt the despair and loneliness.

She couldn't help but read the note he left over and over again, with her palm on her chest, as if she could feel the drop of blood he gave her.

"Meng Meng, why hasn't he come back yet?"

Mu Wanwan sat on a stool with a few bags of slightly messy seeds beside her, and murmured to the fat dragon that had grown to the size of her two palms.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp!" In just a few days, Meng Meng had grown from a small skinny dragon to a big fat white velvet dragon. The little scarf was no longer pure, but the black hair was still stubborn.

But Mu Wanwan felt that Meng Meng was much more clever than before, and she could already hear something from its tone.

For example, now, it rubbed its hand with its newly grown hairy head, and chirped bad words about Mr. Dragon, which roughly meant that

the dragon was very stupid and might have lost his way.

Maochu's body was soft and warm, like a large hand warmer.

Mu Wanwan felt better after being rubbed by it twice, but the panic and anxiety in her heart could not be relieved. She held Mengmeng and practiced the alchemy for a while, waiting for the time, praying that her dragon would not be in trouble.

On the eighth night, Mu Wanwan sat silently on the bed, hugging her knees. Mengmeng fell asleep. The room was terribly quiet. It was dark outside the window and inside the house, and only the crystal ball was faintly shining.

She had gone from constantly talking to Mengmeng about Mr. Long in the past two days to almost not saying a word a day now.

Mu Wanwan raised her hand, feeling the weight of the jade bracelet. After a moment, she took the crystal ball placed on the bedside in her hand.

Because it was placed outside, the crystal ball was very cold. When it touched her palm, Mu Wanwan shrank subconsciously. She looked down at the beautiful crystal ball. It was pure and transparent, without any color flow. If she

broke this thing, could she really see Mr. Long?

Mu Wanwan's eyelashes were stained with moisture. She missed him so much. That scumbag Long was too mean to leave a note and let her wait for so many days. I want

to see him.

The crystal ball was held in her palm, gradually becoming warm, and gradually illuminating with blue mist in the dark night.

Mu Wanwan did not hesitate any longer. A trace of spiritual power extended from her fingertips, which turned into a sharp green knife, and she stabbed the crystal ball with all her strength.

"Crack."

A crisp shattering sound was heard, but there was no bed of shards to pierce her hands.

The fragile and beautiful crystal ball was suspended in her slightly closed eyes and turned into countless broken stars, mixed with a light blue warm wind, and suddenly attacked her.

There was a sharp pain in her mind, and Mu Wanwan felt that something had forcefully penetrated her sea of ​​consciousness. The next moment, she closed her eyes, and her consciousness seemed to have left her body.

When she opened her eyes again, a mottled warm sun fell in front of her.

"A-Tie, you've been playing with his hammer behind Dad's back again!" The voice of a girl from Grandma's side rang out. Mu Wanwan saw her face clearly. She was a dwarf girl about three or four years old.

Green skin, black eyes, and beautiful pigtails.

"Sister, just don't say no." A young man's voice came from the side. It was a dwarf boy. His eyelids were not drooping, and he was dressed normally, without heavy animal leather pants. Except for the familiar hammer in his hand, he didn't look like Tie Bo at all.

The sunlight was a little bright. Mu Wanwan raised her hands to act as eyes. Should she have entered Tie Bo's memory now?

Is it the same effect as the hallucinogenic grass before? Can she feel it?

She tried to reach out and touch the wooden frame beside Tie Bo, and sure enough, it went through as well, leaving only a slight rough feeling of the wood on her hand.

Looking at Tie Bo with a lively look on his face and the spring sunshine outside which was completely different from reality, Mu Wanwan felt a little relieved because she was worried about Mr. Long.

If the effect was similar to the last time she fell asleep, maybe she needed to spend a few days here, and when she returned to reality, maybe Long would have returned to her side.

Mu Wanwan comforted herself in this way. The opening was filled with sunshine, and Tie Bo's memory should be very warm. She was already a little impatient to see Mr. Long.

Following the young boy A Tie like a ghost, Mu Wanwan quickly understood A Tie's situation -

his family lived in a remote dwarf village on the edge of the dragon territory. There were no big towns around, but there was a business in the town, and their branch lived in this peaceful village.

A Tie had a sister named A Ling. His father was a famous dwarf craftsman in the town, and his mother was a craftsman who was even better than his father.

A Tie should be a very happy boy.

He made an appointment with his sister today to go explore the mountains behind the village.

Mu Wanwan followed them and walked for about an hour before they reached the foot of the mountain.

"A Tie, slow down." After all, A Ling was still very young, and she was very tired after walking for so long.

Ah Tie doted on his sister so much that he simply carried her on his back, "I'll carry you, we need to hurry."

Mu Wanwan watched them walking in the forest, and felt more and more uneasy.

From the outside, the forest looked green and full of vitality, but once you walked in, you seemed to be surrounded by a very strange atmosphere. Even though it still looked full of sunshine and warmth, it felt cold on your skin.

Not long after the two of them walked, Aling felt scared. She looked at the red flowers blooming on the ground with a little horror and cried, "Atie, I want to go home."

"Okay then." Actually, Atie hadn't had enough fun yet, but for some reason, he felt that the feeling of the forest today was different from before. He was actually a little scared, but because of his manly attitude in front of his sister, he was very tough. "Don't bother me anymore in the future. Let me take you up the mountain."

Aling hugged his neck tightly, and Mu Wanwan also breathed a sigh of relief. This feeling that something was about to come out was really not good.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the wind whistled in her ears, and the sky darkened almost instantly. It was more terrible than the fastest and most violent storm she had ever seen, and the view in front of her suddenly became dark. She

felt pain in her shoulder, and a biting cold wind blew across her face. In her ears, besides the rustling of the wind, there was also the piercing laughter of some creature.

When she finally saw the world in front of her clearly again, she found that A Tie and his sister had been caught in the palm of a giant bird that seemed to be more than ten times larger than a vulture, and A Tie's shoulder was bleeding.

Her shoulder also hurt a lot.

Mu Wanwan looked at the village that was getting smaller and smaller in her sight, and looked at A Ling who had fainted and A Tie who was full of fear. Her breathing stopped for a moment because of the pain.

The giant bird was flying very fast, and A Tie passed out due to excessive blood loss. Mu Wanwan was awake, and from her angle she could clearly see half of the giant bird's body and a large patch of dirty feathers. Perhaps because the dwarf village was on the edge of the dragon's territory, the giant bird flew to a place Mu Wanwan had never seen before after flying for only two or three hours.

Is that a valley?

It was surrounded by oppressive mountains, two long and narrow roads, swooping down from the sky, but the nose did not have the freshness that should be found in the mountain trees.

The giant bird dived down and approached the lower end of the valley. Mu Wanwan could see the situation in the valley. There were many cages around, ranging from wooden to iron frames, in different sizes.

In each cage, there were several people locked up.

Mu Wanwan shuddered in her heart, her eyes widened. As the giant bird swooped down, the thousands of cages lined up, magnificent and terrifying.

A'tie and A'ling were thrown to the ground, and Mu Wanwan felt pain for a moment. She watched the giant bird slowly transform into a sinister man with an eagle-like nose. After he landed, three more men came not far away.

n bs One of them held a test stone in his hand, which cut the hands of A'tie and A'ling, and frowned, "Third son, you went out and brought back two talented dwarves?"

"This kid is okay, but this little girl doesn't have any talent, but her skin and flesh are very tender. It's better to just eat her." The other man looked up and down at A'ling with a terrifying look.

She had a cut on her head and was still not awake. Mu Wanwan watched A Tie holding her in his arms, her eyes full of fear.

"Tsk, you guys think about eating all day long, keep them first." The youngest one seemed to have the most say. They decided to lock A Tie and A Ling in a wooden cage near the stone wall.

With a pain in his neck, Mu Wanwan watched A Tie being grabbed by the neck and A Ling being carried like a chick.

Mu Wanwan felt a chill in his heart and followed them inside little by little.

The valley was filled with fog, the ground was damp and dirty, and she could hear intermittent cries and sounds of unbearable pain. Mu Wanwan glanced to one side.

In an iron cage, there was a leopard beastman.

He was covered in blood, and his mouth was opened in pain. Mu Wanwan saw that his fangs were gone, and his roar sounded like a broken bellows.

Her fingertips trembled, and she looked down at the wet road under her feet, full of bad guesses.

Why, why is Tie Bo's memory like this? This is not the place where she expected to meet Mr. Xiaolong. This

is clearly a gathering place for slaves who are kept in captivity to absorb talents.

She clenched her hands and even wanted to get rid of this memory. She didn't want to see, didn't want to see Mr. Long's past like this.

"Get in." Tie and Ling were finally locked in an iron cage that already had several people locked up.

There were several young cultivators in their twenties. When they saw A-Tie and his sister, they showed no expression, looked numb, and said nothing. Only one younger female elf looked rather sad, "Two more." "

Where is this?" A-Ling woke up and asked with her eyes half closed.

But the elf closed her eyes and shook her head without saying anything.

After being caught in this place, everyone has only two uses, either to be eaten, or to have their talents sucked away and then be eaten. Her companions have all been eaten.

Perhaps, it will be her turn tonight.

A-Tie seemed to understand something, but A-Ling started to cry. She grabbed her brother's clothes and kept saying that she wanted to go home.

"Sister, it's okay. This is a game that my brother is playing with others." Ah Tie said with a trembling voice, forcing a smile to comfort his sister.

Ah Ling was very scared. She instinctively wanted to believe her brother and tried to squeeze out an ugly but cute smile. "Is this elf sister my brother's friend? She's so beautiful."

The elf blinked her brown eyes with tears in her eyes, and didn't dare to look directly into Ah Ling's eyes.

Mu Wanwan trembled at the tip of her heart. She subconsciously looked into the distance. There was a very large cage there, made of hard material, but there was only a very thin and familiar person locked inside.

Her eyes suddenly became sour and tears could not stop flowing down.

She walked towards the man and slowly saw his appearance clearly -

the boy was half leaning against the cage, his long black hair seemed to be obediently hanging on his temples.

His eyes were half closed, his pale lips were slightly pursed, and when Mu Wanwan walked to his side, he happened to raise his eyes, and his sight was like the cold light flashing when a sword was sheathed, sharp and dark.

That was, Mr. Long.

Mr. Xiaolong.

He changed his clothes and no longer wore the same gray cloak for thousands of years, but he still looked proud and indifferent. Although he was locked in a cage, he seemed to be in a magnificent palace.

Mu Wanwan saw the bloodstains winding down his hands, but he no longer shook his plush ears desperately because of pain like before.

He has grown up.