Why is Mr. Long here?

Mu Wanwan looked at the boy locked in the cage and felt a pain in her heart as if it was pierced by a needle.

He should be unrestrained and wanton, killing everyone.

Her eyes fell on the part of the ankle exposed outside Mr. Long's pants, and Mu Wanwan felt sad and uncomfortable. She was thinking that this dragon had finally changed a set of clothes, but now it seems that he has been wearing it for a long time. He has grown taller, but he has no money to buy clothes.

Perhaps being able to freely penetrate heavy shackles in memory is the best thing. When Mu Wanwan came to her senses, she had already passed through the cage and came to Mr. Long's side.

As she got closer, she could see his injuries more clearly. His black clothes were stuck to his body by dried blood, but they kept him neat.

His horns and ears were tucked in, and the tip of his tail was no longer exposed like when he was a child. He was no longer a little dragon cub, and could transform into a human form very well.

"A-Tie, why is that brother locked up there alone?" Perhaps because she believed what A-Tie said, A-Ling had recovered some of her energy. In addition, there were no other cages holding slaves around them, and she could only see the one holding Mr. Dragon. A-Ling was a little curious.

Since we were playing a game, wouldn't it be more fun for everyone to play together?

"Ah, maybe it's because he prefers to be alone." A-Tie rubbed his sister's head and chose a place to sit down that was close to the elf but kept a distance from the other people.

Perhaps seeing the dwarf brothers and sisters who were not completely dead, the female elf also regained some vitality. She looked at Mr. Long, her voice was low, and there was an inexplicable fear and gratitude in her eyes, "That's a container, it's terrible."

Her voice was very low, but Mu Wanwan heard it all.

Container?

What container, why is it terrible? Thousands of thoughts turned in her mind, she shrank her pupils slightly, and saw that the half-grown Mr. Long moved -

perhaps he was a little tired of maintaining a posture for a long time, and his bloody palms tightly grasped the edge of the cage and slowly stood up.

He was already taller than Mu Wanwan, his black clothes stuck to his body, and when he bent his back, his scapulae were bulging due to malnutrition, and they were as fragile as the two strands of hair hanging on Mr. Xiaolong's forehead.

"Ah!" Seeing him stand up, the several originally numb people locked up opposite him showed terrified expressions, as if he was some kind of scary evil ghost.

"Monster, monster."

A man who was about to lose his mind twisted his face and muttered, "A monster that absorbs magic energy!"

Why call him a monster, why look at him like this? Mu Wanwan couldn't understand. She looked at Mr. Xiaolong with a cold expression, and felt as if her heart was being stabbed by countless needles.

She slowly stretched out her hand to him and crossed it with his hand that was holding the railing. Her palm felt cold and sticky.

"Mr. Long." Mu Wanwan called him softly, but she only got a cold and gloomy look. His eyebrows were dark and there was no emotion in his eyes.

The sky gradually darkened, and the atmosphere in the valley became more weird. As the sunlight disappeared, the unconscious people collapsed and burst into tears.

Mu Wanwan sat beside Mr. Xiao Long and watched the light in his eyes dim as the sunlight faded.

"Hehe, which one shall we eat tonight?" A fishy wind blew by, and the sinister man who had captured the A Tie siblings in the daytime followed several men, looking at the several human cultivators locked in the cage.

"Third son, you've eaten all of them, leave two for us." The fourth son smiled, "I forgot to tell you before, that elf can't be moved, I'm waiting to give it to the fifth sister on her birthday in a few days."

"Fourth son, you're really nagging." The second son punched him, "I don't want to eat the dwarf even though it's so ugly, and that hybrid dragon brother said it's a container, and he has to waste so many magic cores every day, and there's only so much to eat every day, and he has to share it with you, tsk."

The second son's eyes swept over several trembling human cultivators, and randomly pointed to a male cultivator, "Him, more meat."

"No, don't eat me!" The male cultivator had a sullen look on his face, and hid behind a female cultivator. "Eat, eat my junior sister, her meat is more tender than mine, and I am not talented, there is no benefit in eating me!"

He almost roughly lifted a numb female cultivator beside him to his front, not remembering how affectionate he had been to her before he went out to do the sect's mission.

"Hehehe." Sanzi was not surprised at all. He had seen such scenes of humans many times, and he would feel happy every time. For them, the demon birds, humans were nothing more than food, and watching food struggle to the death was a kind of fun.

But this woman had already had a mental breakdown, and it was meaningless for them to play a self-destructive drama.

"You eat him, eat the container. He is a dragon, his meat must be delicious. Please, don't eat me, don't eat me, I want to live!"

Erzi obviously had no patience. He was already hungry. He opened the iron gate and directly dragged out the male cultivator who was scared to the point of peeing his pants.

A Ling also felt something was wrong. The dwarf girl grabbed her brother's sleeve tightly.

Mu Wanwan looked at everything in front of her. She listened to those people talking lightly about magic cores and containers. Seeing the man who betrayed his companions just to live one more day, her hands and feet became a little weak.

However, those people had no intention of cleaning up the male cultivator before eating him. They just turned into huge magic birds in the horrified eyes of the people.

"Ah--!!"

screams rang out, and the ground was stained with large pools of blood, which soaked the soil bit by bit. The sound of bones being chewed was very obvious.

With an uncomfortable feeling churning in her stomach, Mu bent down and tried to grab the sleeve of Mr. Long beside her, but it pierced through his thin body.

When she closed her eyes, she saw the almost dull eyes of the A Tie brother and sister opposite her.

The female cultivator still had a numb expression, but the elf showed a smile that seemed to be a sign of having escaped a disaster.

After sharing the male cultivator, the three giant birds were still not satisfied. With their big mouths filled with a strong fishy smell, they gnawed wildly at the cage that held Mr. Long.

Blood and saliva dripped down, the terrible fishy smell and the appetite-filled roar made Mu Wanwan vomit.

She was in a spirit state, and she felt just as bad, but she just couldn't vomit anything.

All of this was like a nightmare.

When those people finally left, Mu Wanwan gradually calmed down.

Mr. Xiaolong's cage was already a mess, and his body was stained with smelly blood and saliva. Mu Wanwan looked at him with a frown, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, thought for a while, tore off a small piece, and then began to clean herself.

But no matter how hard she wiped, the strong stench could not be eliminated.

He just wiped stubbornly, over and over again, with hatred hidden in his deep black eyes.

It was a look she had never seen before.

But she was not afraid.

She was just distressed now, and she only hated that she couldn't stay by his side when he was still weak, even if she couldn't accompany him to wipe his long hair stained by dirty blood?

She would not be afraid, and would never be afraid of him.

Mu Wanwan looked at the speechless A Tie and A Ling opposite with sorrow. Thinking of Mr. Long who was nowhere to be found in reality, her heart ached more and more.

However, this was far from the end.

The next few days were full of depression and despair. On the fifth day when the number of people in the cage was decreasing, the eldest brother and the fifth sister mentioned by Sanzi came back.

They were a feminine man and a charming woman. They were not as tasteless as the other giant birds, who ate with their mouths full. The magic bird called the eldest brother ignored the other captured people and brought the fifth sister straight to the cage where Mr. Long was imprisoned.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. You have already absorbed all the magic cores I fed you before." His eyes were full of enthusiasm. He looked at Mr. Long as if he was looking at his future self.

"It is really a top-notch capture tool." The fifth sister on the side also said, "Although it is a hybrid dragon and its blood is not pure enough, it has outstanding talent. Moreover, after being fed by you for two weeks, it can gradually absorb magic cores. In a month or so, when it breaks through the fourth level and falls into disaster, you can seize it. The fifth-level soul can certainly suppress its weak soul. " If you can get a fourth-level soul from the feminine man, then you will be able to get rid of the shackles of your talent, and it is not impossible for you to ascend to become a god."

The feminine man was obviously very much attracted by her secret flattery. He smiled at her and pinched his throat, "Where is the magic core?"

The fifth sister smiled coquettishly and took out the results of this hunting from her Qiankun bag, a fourth-level magic core and three third-level monster magic cores.

Mu Wanwan looked at the magic core in the feminine man's hand that exuded a strong magic aura, and felt cold all over. Mr. Long's half body was hidden in the shadows, revealing only his thin and pointed chin.

The feminine man's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, his head twisted into an ugly bird head, and his arms turned into wings. After a gust of evil wind, Mu Wanwan and Mr. Xiaolong were blown to the edge of the cage together.

She watched the black mist linger around him, watched him reveal his sharp teeth and golden eyes flashing with deep hatred, and was forced to swallow the magic core. The power of the fourth-level magic core was simply not something he could bear at the third level.

Mu Wanwan watched him fall to the ground in a conscious and painful manner, and heard the feminine man say softly, "My future body, you have to adapt well. You haven't eaten for a long time. These two dwarf brothers and sisters will be your snacks."

Mu Wanwan watched the feminine man smile and throw the already frightened A Tie brother and sister into Mr. Long's cage. Listening to A Ling's hoarse crying, her mind went blank with anger. She really wanted to kill all these beasts.

The next moment, there was a violent tremor in the cage. Mu bent down and turned around to see Mr. Long, whose handsome face was bleeding.

There was blood on his lips. The magic energy of the fourth-level and third-level magic cores exploded, broke through his meridians, cut his skin, and released magic energy wantonly.

Mr. Xiaolong's dark eyes were dyed golden, and the dragon horns and ears that had been retracted on his forehead also emerged. There were two fangs on his lips, and his hands and feet had uncontrollably turned into claws. The

magic energy can make people lose their minds and crave blood.

She watched her lovely Mr. Xiaolong bite off the flesh on her arm and watched him bleed in pain.

He bared his teeth, scarier than the evil dragon in the picture book, and said to A Tie and his sister in a cold and hoarse voice, "Get lost."

A Tie seemed to come to his senses, hugged his silly sister, and tried hard to squeeze to the edge of the cage.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were full of tears. She helplessly wanted to hug him again and again, and wanted to reach out to cover his bleeding skin.

It was too hard to maintain the human form, and turning into a dragon would almost foreseeably kill A Tie and his sister.

Mu Wanwan could do nothing but watch him no longer able to maintain his dignity, rolling on the ground in pain, and dark evil energy dripping from his eyes, like tears.

But even if he didn't want to hurt others, the terrible evil spirits that overflowed from his wounds still swept through the entire narrow cage, impacting the bodies of A Tie and A Ling. One or two strokes would not cut through the dwarfs' clothes and relatively tough skin, but after more than ten strokes, they added wounds to their bodies little by little.

Every time A Tie had a wound on his body, Mu Wanwan's spirit would feel a little more pain.

The impact of those evil spirits was not just simple pain. When they swept over, the brain was numb for a while, and then the pain became more and more intense.

It hurt so much.

But Mr. Long would only feel more pain and suffering than her.

This torture lasted for a whole day and night. When it was over, Mr. Long was covered in blood.

Even though Ah Ling was held in Ah Tie's arms, she was still seriously injured and dying.

Ah Tie was also covered with wounds. He looked at Mr. Xiao Long who had crawled up from the ground with fear and hatred.

"Monster."

"Monster."

Mu Wanwan heard Ah Tie's despair and pain. He huddled in a corner in fear, muttering over and over again, holding Ah Ling's small body tightly in his arms.

Mr. Xiao Long just remained silent, staggered up little by little, walked to the position where Mu Wanwan had half-leaned when he first saw him, and slowly, slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

His arms were bitten so hard that the bones could be seen.

Mr. Xiaolong stretched out his twisted arm, took out the tattered handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the blood off his face bit by bit.

However, no matter how hard he wiped, he couldn't wipe it clean.

The sky outside was dark, and dark clouds rolled up. The drizzle of raindrops fell on his black eyelashes, crossed his dark eyes, rolled up the shallow blood, and sank into his clothes.

Mu Wanwan half-knelt on the ground, her body full of pain from the wounds soaked by the rain. She raised her head and saw his cheeks drying up bit by bit. His wounds healed quickly, and now there was only a blood scar on his face.

She wanted to reach out and lift the strands of hair that stuck to his forehead, but saw Mr. Xiaolong slowly relax his brows. Mu Wanwan looked at the corners of his lips slightly raised and felt a pang in her heart.

She wanted to grab his collar and ask him loudly why he was so stupid and so easily satisfied? It was just rain, just rain, not water that could really wash you clean.

But he couldn't hear.

He couldn't hear.

The rain kept falling for three days.

Due to lack of food and cold, A Ling still couldn't survive.

The body of the little dwarf girl became cold and stiff little by little.

A Tie went crazy. The dwarf boy hid in the corner, staring at Mr. Long with hateful, hateful and fearful eyes.

His sister died, and although he knew it was not Mr. Long's fault, he still couldn't help hating him.

He didn't dare to hate those people, so he could only hate him.

"Why don't you just die? You killed my sister!"

When night fell, when Mr. Long closed his eyes to rest, A Tie would drag his injured body, carefully approach him, and curse him over and over again.

Mu Wanwan knew that Mr. Long was not asleep, and she also knew that her dragon had felt guilty to a certain extent.

But it was not his fault. Two

days later, the elf on the opposite side also failed to escape, and she was swallowed by the fifth sister.

The feminine man was amazed at Mr. Long's self-control, and ate A Ling's body in front of A Tie.

His prototype was a giant bird similar to a vulture. He liked fresh flesh and blood, and he did not resist rotten meat. Mu Wanwan saw that the top of his wings began to rot. This was a demon bird that was about to die.

Mu Wanwan looked at Ah Tie crying in pain, covered his head and said sorry.

From that moment on, he never scolded Mr. Long again.

Two or three days later, Mu Wanwan was almost collapsed by this despair and oppressive atmosphere, but the weather was getting better and better, and the sun filled the valley.

The previous rain washed away most of the bloodstains. Mr. Xiaolong had a strong healing ability. The wounds on his body were almost healed, and the blood scars fell off. He recovered to his handsome appearance.

Mu Wanwan accompanied him to watch the sunset gradually setting in the sky, dyeing the clouds with a red halo. The breeze blew through his long hair, and the sun fell on his face, very gently.

This scene could almost be called peaceful,

except for the half-dead slaves' cries of pain and the voices of those who came to them with bad intentions.

"Brother, do you really want to take action now?" The second son rubbed his head, "Isn't that dragon about to break through yet?"

"You know shit." The fourth son bared his teeth, "Brother can't wait any longer, it's so hard to find such a suitable one, and the magic core was absorbed last time." "Brother,

don't forget us when you break through to the sixth level in the future." The fifth sister said tenderly, "I also want to try to eat a young dragon, but it's a pity that those people in the dragon clan watch their baby too closely, so for so many years, there is only this hybrid dragon that no one cares about." "

No problem." The feminine man narrowed his eyes, his tone was gentle, "I will open the dragon-locking stone later, and he will definitely resist. Later, you all stand at the four corners of the cage to help me watch the formation, and then form a formation, and I will start to seize the body."

"It will be hard for you later." The feminine man said, "When the time comes, all the slaves still alive in this valley will be sacrificed."

"Brother, what are you talking about? Didn't we agree long ago that you can use your accumulated treasures to exchange for these thousand slaves? Of course we are happy to do so." This time it was the third son of the eagle-nosed man.

They spoke proudly, not taking the lives of the monks, beastmen and elves seriously at all.

Mu Wanwan clenched her fists and watched them set up a magic circle around them. She was so angry that she punched and kicked the ugly birds. What right did they have to bully her dragon?

Just because no one stood by him and no one protected him?

But she loved him very much, she stood by him.

When she thought of the big stupid dragon's life or death outside, and now Mr. Xiaolong was still being bullied, she couldn't help but feel sad.

But no matter how Mu Wanwan opposed or struggled, the formation gradually took shape.

The clouds in the sky were red and dripping with blood. Several magic birds excitedly turned into their original forms. The formation was like black lines spreading around, covering the slaves trapped in every cage in the valley.

"Then I'll start. Remember to suppress him." The feminine man said to the magic birds that had already turned into their original forms.

The four magic birds made excited calls, and the feminine man slowly opened the cage that trapped Mr. Long.

When the four magic birds swooped down, Mu Wanwan saw the feminine man laughing slyly.

"The magic cores are not enough, but yours are just right!" Thick magic energy was steaming from his body, and he turned into a half-rotten magic bird. The powerful aura spread out and instantly entangled the other four magic birds, "Die for me." The

four magic birds, which were only level 4 and still in formation, could not beat their "big brother" at all. The blood mist exploded, and the dirty blood full of magic energy fell.

The world in front of her eyes turned bright red, and Mu Wanwan saw her Mr. Xiaolong getting bigger little by little.

This was the first time she saw his original form clearly, a body larger than the demon bird, with golden and white scales, a fifth claw curled up in the abdomen, a powerful dragon tail, ferocious and aggressive dragon horns, and plush ears that were magnified countless times.

He swept up from in front of her, stirring up a bloody rain, but seemed to occupy her entire world.

She was blown to and fro by the wind and the afterglow, the sound of rocks rolling down was loud, and the scales and feathers penetrated her body, blurring her vision.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Wanwan felt a sharp pain in her leg and heard the sound of a giant falling to the ground. She struggled to open her eyes, half floating in the air, and saw the low, long groans of blood, countless cages shattered, and the aftermath of the battle killing a group of vulnerable people.

In the bloody rain, he slowly turned into the indifferent boy. He raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, with a golden light in his eyes. He just glanced coldly at the slaves who had never taken care of him, and flew away.

The memory gradually blurred. Mu Wanwan saw A Tie, who was hit by the aftermath and his legs were hit by rocks. Thinking of his thick animal leather pants and the dark scars all over his body, she vaguely understood that Tie Bo's memory had come to an end.

She was left there, watching Mr. Xiaolong's back gradually fly away, so far that she would soon lose sight of him.

Don't go.

Don't leave.

Don't leave me.

Mu Wanwan struggled to catch up with his shadow, but the next moment, her head was dizzy, and the world in front of her changed in an instant, as if it had fallen from the sky in an instant.

Mu Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes, and the sky was bright.

She looked at the empty, vanishing crystal ball in her hand, and in her ears she heard Mengmeng's anxious chirping and Hongye's knocking on the door, "Madam, are you not going out today?"

Mu Wanwan was stunned. So it was time to go out now?

She put on her clothes, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, glanced at the empty bed, and forced an ugly smile.

"Chirp." Mengmeng was frightened, and now she saw her wake up and rubbed her face with her head desperately.

"I'm fine." Mu Wanwan touched Maojiu's head, "Be good, wait for me at home."

She left some spirit stones and fruits for Mengmeng, quickly packed up her things, put on a veil and went out.

Hongye heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her, "Madam, why didn't you come today? I've been waiting for you for more than two hours, and it's almost noon."

"I overslept." Mu Wanwan didn't want to talk much, and Hongye didn't care.

This time, Mu Wanwan was just going out to complete her mission. She went to Xianqing Pavilion mechanically and met Jiuqing.

She was prettier than before. When they met, she said that she would be able to deal with Bai Shuiyao soon. She also gave her a beautiful hairpin and forced her to wear it. The conditions of Uncle Zong and Aunt Yun were also much better. This time, the elixir that Mu Wanwan brought earned her a top-grade spirit stone and five mid-grade spirit stones.

From Uncle Zong, Mu Wanwan also learned that Tie Bo had gone out to travel.

Mu Wanwan was always worried that the dragon would come back when she was away, so she left as soon as she finished her business. She didn't stay in the market for a few hours in total. When she returned to the yard, everything was still the same as when she left.

She took off her veil, put down the backpack, and took out the note that Mr. Long left before he left from her arms. In the end, she didn't have the heart to tear it up, so she just threw it on the ground in a huff. She left enough food for the spirit chickens and took Mengmeng to the study.

She didn't want to think about that bad dragon anymore. She didn't want to care about him anymore. She wanted to refine a lot of pills to keep herself busy.

Big Fatty was very obedient, unlike the dragon.

Mu Wanwan locked herself in the study to refine pills, trying to forget the annoying dragon who broke his promise.

She piled up all the spirit stones beside her, and had seeds constantly on hand. She had no patience to wait for the spirit plants to grow slowly, but just roughly ripened them, and then refined the pills, repeating the mechanical movements, as if she could numb herself in this way.

In fact, she succeeded. The sunrise and sunset, sunny days and rainy days outside, had nothing to do with her.

What dragon, what three or five days of return, she no longer expected.

When the spiritual power in her body was exhausted, she absorbed spirit stones. She ripened and refined the pills day and night. The originally long waiting time seemed to pass very quickly.

But why did her heart feel so uncomfortable today?

Mu Wanwan rubbed her tired forehead. There was an unignorable sense of tearing and fatigue coming from the depths of her soul. Why was the pill furnace suspended in front of her getting closer and closer to her?

Why did it feel so uncomfortable?

"Chirp!!"

"Chirp!!!"

The world in front of her seemed to spin, and Mu Wanwan's forehead hit the boiling elixir furnace, and her eyes were scarlet.

Mengmeng was so anxious, she didn't know what was wrong. She looked at the burning elixir fire, thinking about the information that had emerged in her mind these days, and opened her tender yellow beak, sucking all the elixir fire into her small mouth, and then burped, lying on the ground with a dizzy head.

"Mengmeng"

Mu Wanwan reached out to catch Mengmeng who suddenly fell, and her half-closed eyes saw the tightly closed door being opened, and blood was sliding down from the tattered robe that had turned blood red, and the ground was stained with red spots.

Her eyelashes trembled, tears welled up, and she felt that all the fatigue and pain that she had not cared about before surged up.

She was in so much pain.

She couldn't see if he was back.

She could only hear footsteps and smell blood at the tip of her nose. She didn't know if it was hers or his.

"Mr. Long,"

Mu Wanwan's cracked lips moved, making a small sound.

"It hurts so much."

A pair of cold, blood-stained hands gently stroked her cheeks, and she heard his hoarse voice, "I'm back."