Is this a dream?

Mu Wanwan's eyes were filled with sadness. She felt that the cold touch of Mr. Long on her cheek seemed fake.

Her heart was uncomfortable and her soul was exhausted. Her forehead hit the alchemy furnace and she bled a lot. It must have been bruised and ugly. Why did he come back at this time? He didn't come back when she was putting on rouge and dressing up beautifully.

How hateful! Mu Wanwan

felt a weight on her waist. She felt that the world in front of her was spinning with her wild thoughts.

She was fuzzy-conscious and vaguely felt that her waist was strangled and she seemed to be held up by Mr. Long.

His subordinates grasped his wet and cold clothes subconsciously. Mu Wanwan leaned on Mr. Long's shoulder and felt that everything in front of her was so real and incredible.

Her dragon was back, her dragon was really back.

"Ouch" Although it was very embarrassing, Mu Wanwan still ignored the pain in her forehead and buried her head in his arms, letting the tears that had been clenched for more than ten days flow, mixed with the smell of blood, painful, sour and sweet.

He knew to come back, but she thought he would never come back.

Mu Wanwan's tears kept falling like beads, and the bad dragon was at a loss for a moment.

He had never been able to deal with her tears, not to mention that this time she was crying because of him.

When had his wife ever been so anxious, apart from his affairs?

She was calm and strong, and had shouldered all the burdens of life by herself before he had recovered and woken up.

She was harshly criticized by the maids, had no spiritual stones, faced the mess in the courtyard and the extremely complicated housework for a monk of the first level, and had to take care of him who was paralyzed.

At that time, his tail was still rotten, and he was still so ugly, unconscious, and smelly.

She had never been so sad even in such a difficult situation.

Mr. Long's eyes were shining with light. He slowly tightened his arms and hugged her more tightly.

She felt much lighter.

Was it because she was worried about him that she felt lighter?

He encountered some accidents this time. He was greedy and wanted to move back all the things hidden in several places. As a result, the treasure place on the edge of the territory was occupied by some monsters.

He finally won the victory, but encountered the evil wind blowing from the abyss.

If the leader of the Special Life Alliance had not happened to pass by and helped him. If he had not participated in the arrangement of the barrier of the entire mansion, he might not have been able to come back this time.

During the battle, when he was forced to hide under the rock wall and wait for the evil spirit like a forest of swords to pass, he was not afraid of death. But his heart was full of reluctance. He held her name on the tip of his tongue and recited it softly over and over again.

He was in a desperate situation, but it seemed that only her face was in his mind.

On the first day of the missed appointment, when the scales on half of Mr. Long's body were broken and bleeding, he was filled with the crazy thought that she was leaving.

Him.

He was already so useless. He just wanted to change some beautiful clothes for her, save some money for her, and let her see what the top-grade spirit stone that she had been looking forward to, which was more beautiful than anything else, looked like.

If he couldn't even do these, he would be the most useless dragon in the world.

On the fifth day of the missed appointment, the curse in his body broke out again.

The pills she refined became his only comfort when he could only crawl and move.

He missed her so much.

On the eighth day after the missed appointment, the thought of leaving her and wandering alone had been completely uprooted and dissipated by his uncontrollable emotions. At the same time, only panic and madness grew like wild weeds.

What

if... What if she couldn't wait for him.

As long as he thought that if he couldn't go back, she would be sad for a while, and then hate him for forgetting him and starting a new life, and that what she would see in her heart and eyes would not be him, but other dragons (?), or even Maochu →_→.

He was jealous and almost crazy, wishing to swallow her into his stomach in one gulp.

Him, Mr. Long pursed his lips.

Except for the monster he just encountered after breaking the shell, he had never met anyone who treated him as well as she did.

She had curved eyebrows and a bright smile. When she was with him, she would be shy and blush, but she was so straightforward. Every part of her had become his favorite look.

He was a dragon that would bring misfortune to others. He was an ugly dragon that was different from other dragons.

Mr. Long never thought that he would meet her who was like sunshine in his dark and lonely life.

She said that she was his wife.

Madam.

He once thought that you are so weak now and have no future, so you might as well pretend to be indifferent. However, after seeing her shining eyes and secretly kissing her lips, he could no longer let go.

Fortunately, she had been waiting for him.

She did not give up on him.

"Wanwan"

Mr. Long looked at the water stains on her eyelashes and whispered her name.

Blood was dripping from his robe, but he seemed to feel no pain.

His heart was filled with shamelessness, selfishness, and joy.

"I'm back." With his head slightly lowered, Mr. Long raised the corners of his lips and said softly, "I'm back."

Mu Wanwan grabbed his clothes tightly, willing to immerse herself in dreams. The fatigue of refining pills for many days exhausted her soul. She had been mentally tense for a long time, and when she heard Mr. Long's voice, she relaxed all of a sudden. The fatigue and pain were like a flood that broke through the dam and crushed her all of a sudden.

Although she still had a lot to say to him, she wanted to complain about him not coming back for so long, wanted to ask him if he was injured again, wanted to comfort him that she would always be with him in the future, and even wanted to put a knife on the neck of this damned big stupid dragon so that he would never leave her alone!

"Bad dragon" Mu Wanwan said to him, letting herself sink into the darkness that was no longer afraid.

Mr. Long blinked his black eyelashes, shaking out the broken horns and plush ears that had been hidden outside.

He is a bit miserable. In order to rush back, he was injured. Although he has plenty of spirit stones and elixirs now, his appearance is still ugly. For example, the hair on his original huge furry ears has been shaved almost bald_(:3」∠)_

"Chiu"

Just as Mr. Long was about to carry his beloved wife out of the messy study, Mengmeng, who had burped several times and was about to be smoked into a black fat Jiu, turned over with great effort, and stared at the suddenly appeared evil dragon with her big round eyes full of anger.

"Chiu! Chiu! Chiu cough!"

The bad dragon came back so late, if Jiu was not so powerful, Wanwan would have been burned by the fire!

Mengmeng scolded angrily, and felt very uncomfortable in her stomach. The fire that she had just swallowed was still too strong for Jiu.

Mr. Long sighed, looking at the fat Jiu who was picked up by his wife and now became more plump, lush and furry, and his heart was filled with the miserable days after he lost his plush ears in the future.

He really wanted to throw this Chiju on the ground and forget about it.

But it was still very weak now. Even if its bloodline was strong, it would have been burned by the fire a few hours later.

"Quiet." Mr. Long's low voice came from the empty room. He pressed his index finger on his lips and showed a rare gentle expression towards the chirping fur ball. "She fell asleep."

"Chiju"

In the end, Mr. Long still couldn't ignore Chiju. He only used some spiritual power to hang the uncomfortable Chiju behind him, and then returned to the room.

He stuffed a pill into Chiju's mouth, then violently lifted Chiju's little feet and turned Chiju upside down. He patted its belly a few times, and Mengmeng spit out the fire it had swallowed.

Poor Chiju kicked its two thin legs and was knocked unconscious by the evil dragon.

It took thirty seconds to solve the problem of the future competitor, the light bulb.

Mr. Long curled his lips, feeling a little happier.

Just like she had done before, he blushed as he took off her bloody coat for her, wiped the blood off her face, smoothed the strands of hair stuck to her forehead, carefully applied high-grade ointment to her, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the wound on her forehead disappear.

Fortunately, he brought back a lot of good things this time, otherwise she would have a scar on her forehead.

Although he didn't mind her appearance, he had heard those dragons bragging in the past that women care a lot about their appearance and like to dress themselves up.

He was too poor before and didn't have any treasures to give her, so she didn't have the money to buy some of the best and colorful accessories and clothes.

In fact, he had already noticed the hairpin on her head.

It was pure Qingxin jade, which could help alchemists to calm their minds and quickly enter a state. It was something that could only be found by chance.

It must not have been bought by the lady herself. Someone must have given it to her, right?

Mr. Long was filled with jealousy. He could not help but take off the hairpin that Jiuqing had given her from Mu Wanwan's head and replaced it with the Qingxin jade he had brought back. Although the style was not as beautiful as the one Jiuqing had given her, nor was it as big as the one Jiuqing had given her

, he was silent for a while, but still awkwardly and aggrievedly placed the hairpin that Jiuqing had given her on the bedside. He had wanted to break it.

Mr. Long's face was expressionless, only his dark eyes were boiling with grievance. He kissed her lips in revenge, until they were wet, and left with a red face after a while.

After helping Mu Wanwan to take care of herself, Mr. Long, the tortoise-haired dragon, finally frowned and took off his blood-soaked, tattered white fur coat and brocade clothes. After thinking for a while, he took off his underwear, revealing his upper body covered with new scars. The

vertical and horizontal knife wounds were densely packed, and some were still very fresh, oozing blood.

Mr. Long subconsciously stretched out his big hand to touch a slightly painful abdominal muscle, and soon realized something, and his face turned red again.

Although the lady is unconscious now, he really seems to be acting like a hooligan! Oh!

The bald ears that no longer have hair trembled, and Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled.

He originally wanted to take out a few gorgeous clothes that others had given him in the past that could reflect his cold and arrogant appearance from the mustard seed space he had just brought back, but after thinking about it, he still opened the door of the closet with a trace of expectation of not knowing what was going on.

In a conspicuous position, two sets of new underwear were stacked, next to them were dark blue and moon-white robes, and there was an extra black feather coat in his size as an outer coat.

She bought clothes for him again.

Mr. Long picked up an underwear and couldn't help rubbing it gently with his cheek. It smelled sweet, the smell of the soap plant she usually used.

So happy w

so happy.

He cleaned himself carefully, and then carefully put on the clothes that his wife had just bought. He also changed his underwear. After thinking for a while, he took a bright pink dress from the mustard seed space. His palms were sweaty from nervousness.

This was the most precious dress in his space. He thought about it and hung the dress on the head of the bed. When his wife woke up, she would see it at a glance and would be very surprised.

"Hmm" The curse that had not completely dissipated and the aggravated injuries in the past half month brought a burst of pain. Mr. Long groaned and poured out a pile of spirit stones from the mustard seed space and paralyzed them on the ground, piling them up as high as the bed.

After absorbing a lot of spiritual energy, he felt better. Looking at Mu Wanwan who was quietly falling asleep, he pinched his fingers shyly.

He hasn't slept with his wife for a long time.

He wants to sleep with her.

A faint blush appeared on Mr. Long's handsome cheeks. He climbed onto the bed without hesitation, and then carefully got into her quilt.

The slightly warm and soft touch made Mr. Long stiffen.

He overestimated himself a little. How could he have the confidence that he could just lie in a quilt with her and do nothing.

Quietly tilting his head, Mr. Long saw Mu Wanwan's white collarbone half-hidden under the quilt.

He closed his eyes suddenly and slowly held her hand.

It was so warm, just like before.

He really wanted to hold her to sleep.

The bald ears trembled. The evil dragon was ultimately unable to overcome his inner thoughts. He gently and carefully moved his wife's limbs, and then, regardless of her slightly uncomfortable resistance and his soaring body temperature, he pressed her into his arms. He

held a wedding ceremony, touched the dragon's tail and horns, which could not be touched by anyone except his partner, and had skin-to-skin contact (??). She knew that he had pretended to be asleep before, but she still accepted him gently, saying that she was not someone else and had waited for him for so long

. She couldn't run away. Even if she later discovered that under her weak, helpless and pitiful appearance, there was a sharp forbearance and stubbornness hidden, even if she regretted it, she couldn't run away.

She wanted to stay by his side and be his only wife for life.