When the man and the dragon finally finished kissing, Mu Wanwan explained that the pendant and hairpin were given by Zongshu and Jiuqing respectively, and asked him if the curse had improved a lot.

The dazed Mr. Long put his hand on her forehead and whispered that he met a special life leader on the road and helped him.

Mu Wanwan thought about the pitifully small plot of the original book, and finally found such a person in her memory.

She was a little curious, "What does the leader of the Special Life Alliance look like?"

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, and under Mu Wanwan's expectant gaze, light slowly shone from his fingertips, and condensed into a human figure -

green and translucent, with eyes like a blue ocean, two curved tentacles on the forehead, no hair, and wearing a green gown.

It looks magical, not ugly, and even has a strange beauty.

She has never seen a life like this, and the green color is very strange.

But since this creature helped Mr. Long, it should be a very good existence.

She curled her lips and moved her other hand that had been held by Mr. Long. She wanted to call him Lord, but when she thought that she didn't know Zhelong's name, she asked curiously, "Mr. Long, what's your name?" As

soon as she finished speaking, she felt that Long's body stiffened for a moment, and the palm that was holding her tightened.

Mu Wanwan saw a little golden light in his eyes in the night, and then quickly dimmed, "My name is, Mr. Long."

Mu Wanwan: "

Does she look so easy to deceive?

Perhaps noticing her expression, Long blushed and said a sweet word, "I like it."

"I like you to call me Mr. Long."

Do you like her calling him Mr. Long?

Mu Wanwan felt a little embarrassed, and her body temperature rose a little.

The man and the dragon stayed together for a while, and then simply slept for a while and went back to sleep. Mr. Long then removed the effect of the night.

Before, when Mu Wanwan checked his injuries, she untied his belt, and did some embarrassing (?) things in the quilt, so when the dark effect disappeared and Mu Wanwan's vision became clear again, she looked at a dragon who climbed up from her side, his face flushed -

he looked a little bad.

His long hair was a little messy, and there were two half-bald plush ears on his head.

There was still no expression on his face, and the curse mark had faded a lot, so she could see his appearance more clearly.

It was an enlarged version of Mr. Xiaolong, with pursed lips, but the pink spread from the corners of his eyes to his neck. His eyelashes were long and curled, his nose was straight, and his lips were moist red. His

light black brocade robe was disheveled, his belt was loose, and his newly bought undergarment was stained with dried blood. His chest was slightly open, and faint muscle lines could be seen. His shoulders were broad, lean and powerful.

He half sat up, and his dark eyes were no longer concealed as he looked at her. The light coming in from the window made his face look more handsome, evil and handsome.

Mu Wanwan suddenly didn't dare to look at him.

He was just about to get better, but he had become so handsome.

If he really got completely well, how handsome would he be? He must be very handsome.

But she didn't know that her appearance was also so attractive in the eyes of a certain dragon.

Long black hair was scattered on the pillow, a pair of moist almond eyes, eyelashes were curled, eyebrows and eyes were clear like a clear spring, face was fair, lips were kissed into a light red, hands were grasping the corners of the quilt, quiet like a lively painting.

The breeze blew in from the window, and the red Mr. Long noticed that he was still a little disheveled. He subconsciously grabbed the brocade clothes, stood up with a slightly red face, walked to the closet to get a set of clothes, and said, "I'll wait for you outside."

That back figure, somehow, seemed to be running away.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief.

She hadn't put on her clothes yet.

The door was closed, and she was the only one left in the room.

Mu Wanwan looked at the familiar rooftop, but she had a feeling like she was in a dream.

She seemed to still feel the touch of his lips on her lips, and she reached out to cover her blushing face.

Really, really.

They really kissed.

He was no longer awkward, and no longer pretended not to like her.

Her heart was beating fast as she realized it belatedly, and her memories of the ambiguity that had almost turned into reality. For the first time, Mu Wanwan had such a clear understanding -

she was in love, and even got married.

With a dragon.

An awkward dragon.

When the man and the dragon had officially packed up everything and started the activities, the yard seemed very small. When

Mu Wanwan wanted to go to the side hall to wash up, she would see Mr. Long sitting in a wheelchair holding a spirit stone at the door.

Mu Wanwan wanted to take advantage of the good weather in the afternoon to dry the quilt in the house, and she saw a dragon pretending to practice cultivation at the door.

Mu Wanwan wanted to go to the kitchen to see if Mengmeng had fed her "baby" spirit chicks these days, and she saw the lemon dragon sitting on a chair blocking her way with a sullen face.

She held the first-level spirit fruit she had just cultivated in her hand, preparing to feed the spirit chicks. She stood beside him with a bit of a smile and blinked, "Mr. Long, you're blocking my way."

He raised his eyes to look at her. In the gentle sunlight, his dark pupils seemed to be refracting the halo of glass. He turned his head slightly, as if waiting for her to speak.

Mu Wanwan thought of the scars running across the dragon's chest, and the words that he had let slip when they were in love, saying that it would hurt if he didn't use his spiritual power. She simply stuffed the spiritual fruit into his hand, and then pressed her hand on the back handle of the chair made by Tie Bo without allowing any resistance.

"Come with me, okay?"

She said, and waited patiently for a few seconds, and heard his voice, "Okay."

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. She now understood the dragon's temperament. Awkwardness was normal, but as long as she took the initiative to approach him, the dragon would no longer be able to refuse.

He didn't know how to get along with her, nor did he understand what he should say.

But she didn't care anymore. Mu Wanwan felt warm in her heart. He even gave her his heart blood. What else did he need to prove?

When they arrived in the kitchen, Mengmeng was "performing."

Meng Meng, who has grown into a fat and plump titmouse, is now much bigger than before, and the fur on her body is even denser, forming a sharp contrast with Mr. Long's half-bald plush ears.

At this moment, Meng Meng is performing the trick she just learned with a few equally furry chicks -

the fat titmouse opens its tender yellow beak, flaps its wings twice, and after holding back for a long time, finally spurts out a small ball of pale white flame.

Mu Wanwan: ""

She couldn't help asking a certain dragon, "Mr. Long, what kind of titmouse is Meng Meng?"

Why can she spit fire?

Mr. Long stared at the luxuriant hair of Maojiu with sorrow. He silently retracted his ears under Mu Wanwan's gaze, and his voice was cold, with a hint of gnashing teeth, "White Phoenix."

Mu Wanwan: ""

Did she hear it wrong? This silly, cute fat Maojiu who likes to act coquettishly and rub against people is the legendary white phoenix swan?

Looking at the more than 360 Thomas-like big Maojiu swirling and spewing fire in front of her, Mu Wanwan felt that her brain short-circuited for a moment.

There must be something wrong here.

"Chi~!" Perhaps she felt that the fact that she was a white phoenix was not a big enough impact on Mu Wanwan, so she gradually became smart and made a cute and naive chirp.

Mu Wanwan: ""

No, she doesn't accept it.

"It just gained intelligence." Mr. Long thought for a moment and slowly added, "It's very small."

Mu Wanwan was a little strange. When she first picked up Maoqiu, it looked similar to other tits. At that time, Mengmeng was lying dead in the basket and was almost plucked. How could it be a white phoenix if it was so weak?

Moreover, Hongye said that it was because she offended Aoxue, which means that Mengmeng was hatched in the forbidden area.

"Why do white phoenix cubs grow up with tits in the forbidden area?" Mu Wanwan dragged the big fat Qiu, which was already bigger than her whole hand.

After she finished speaking, she felt that Mr. Long seemed to be a little bit wrong.

She saw him glance at Maojiu a little embarrassedly, feeling a little guilty, "Several decades ago, when I just became the leader, I went to the demon tribe."

Mu Wanwan: "???"

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

"At that time, I heard that holding the first crown feather of a phoenix cub would be enough..."

Mr. Long was silent as he spoke, and Mu Wanwan was hooked by him.

It was rare for this dragon to say so much at once, and what on earth could he do with the cub's hair?

She held Mengmeng in both hands, walked in front of him, half squatted and looked at him.

"My Lord, what can you do with Meng Meng's first hair?"

She raised her head slightly to look at him, and the big fat baby in her arms also looked at him with big eyes, as if asking again: "What can the big bad dragon do with my hair!"

Mr. Long was a little embarrassed. He pursed his lips and said coldly, "You can eat it."

Mu Wanwan: "???"

Mr. Long turned his head away, covered his slightly red handsome face with his big hands, and continued Make up a lie, "It's delicious."

Mu Wanwan was speechless for a moment, and looked at Mr. Long who seemed very calm with a complicated expression, then thought of something and stuffed the pomfret into his hand, "Do you want to help me look after Mengmeng."

The hair that Mengmeng had lost due to the scales was later found by her by the wall. Although she hasn't recovered from the shock of Mengmeng being a white phoenix cub, she will remember the crown feather when the time comes.

Judging from the awkward expression of Long, maybe this feather will be very useful.

She asked him to watch Mengmeng and wait for her here.

Even though Long was very reluctant, he still waited obediently.

He pinched Mengmeng's lush hair and felt as if he was sitting under a lemon tree.

When he looked up, he could see a tree full of fat pomfret, each of them was furry.

Mr. Long looked at the newly grown feathers on Meng Meng's head in a trance, as if he had returned to an afternoon long ago -

he had just become the leader, and no dragon was willing to approach him, and of course he disdained them.

But, that day.

He felt a little lonely, and he let go of his consciousness and heard several single dragons discussing:

"Did you hear that the little white dragon we had our eyes on was caught by the golden dragon clan." A green dragon said.

"Damn, I wasted so many spirit stones and treasures." Another green dragon guard was very unwilling.

"I do know something." The only white dragon among the group said, "My wife knows the little white dragon girl. She said she received the first crown feather of a phoenix. If you have that thing, you will definitely meet your true love."

"If you give it to her, you will be bound for life." The white dragon boasted without thinking, and he made the first crown feather of a phoenix cub a symbol of love.

At that time, he felt that it was meaningless when he heard this, and he withdrew his consciousness, but he inadvertently remembered this matter in his heart.

It turns out that as long as you have the first crown feather of a phoenix cub, you can meet the person you truly love.

As long as you meet the person you truly love and give the crown feather to her, you will be happy.

He always remembered that many years later, when a negotiation with the demon tribe broke down, he took away their phoenix eggs and threw them in the forbidden area in the back mountain.

For decades, it has not hatched.

Mr. Long looked at Mengmeng, as if he wanted to see through its silly appearance whether it really has the ability to bring luck.

After all, not long after he hatched, he really met her.

So when Mu Wanwan came back with a piece of aho-maru, he saw such a weird picture -

Mengmeng was held in the hand of a dragon with tears in her eyes, and the hair all over her body was about to explode.

Mr. Long stared at its plump little body seriously, with a smile on his lips, as if he was looking at something delicious. At

this moment, Mu Wanwan actually believed what Mr. Long said, "It's delicious."

She ran over in a hurry, "Mr. Long, you can't eat Meng Meng."

Mr. Long: ""

He silently put the almost fainted Mao Jiu at his feet, and saw his little wife standing in front of him.

"Maomao." She opened her hand to him, and in her palm was a soft yet tough young feather.

A sudden warmth flowed through his heart, and Mr. Long pursed his lips tightly. He saw her smiling at him, her eyes full of bright smiles.

With his fingertips trembling slightly, Mr. Long raised his hand and tightly grasped Mu Wanwan's hand through the young feather.

"?" Mu Wanwan didn't react. Seeing him looking at her seriously, the corners of his lips slightly raised, with emotions she couldn't understand.

"Got it." His voice was soft, with a golden light in his eyes, "I like it very much."

Mu Wanwan: "Oh."

She still didn't understand what this dragon was thinking. Is the cute ahoge really that delicious?

She was a little confused, but felt that these were not important. Her face was hot, and she said a little embarrassedly, "Then you eat quickly."

Mr. Long: "

When the man and the dragon were getting along slowly, they were in a mansion in the suburbs.

Jiuqing was sitting upright in the house.

There were two maids standing behind her. If Mu Wanwan was here, he would be able to tell at a glance that these two people were the two maids who confronted Bai Shuiyao in the restaurant before.

"How is it?" Jiuqing looked at herself in the bronze mirror, her voice trembling.

"Little princess, the mark of the curse has almost disappeared." An older maid smiled. They were all nine-tailed foxes who had grown up with Jiuqing. The older one was called Xiaoyue and the younger one was Xiaoxing. They had a special relationship with Jiuqing and had voluntarily accompanied Jiuqing to marry into the dragon clan territory.

So even though Jiuqing had already married a dragon, they still liked to call her the little princess.

Jiuqing's peach blossom eyes sparkled, "There's still a little bit that hasn't been removed."

Mu Wanwan first gave her some Huiling Pills and a Ningxue Pill, and later gave her a higher-grade Ningxue Pill. The quantity was not much, but the effect was not much different from Jinjiang Grass. After she ate it for half a month, the curse in her body gradually lightened.

Now

As her white fingers brushed across her smooth cheeks, Jiuqing raised her red lips. She finally looked better.

"If you ask me, little princess, why don't we go back to the demon tribe?" Xiaoyue frowned and wanted to say something, but was glared at by Xiaoxing on the side.

She was a little annoyed and finally shut her mouth.

Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, knowing what she wanted to say, and asked, "Where is your master?"

Xiaoyue pouted, very dissatisfied, "He has been in that bastard's house for the past half month."

"Oh." Jiuqing's lips drooped a little, and a deep hatred flashed in her eyes.

She really loved Aoxue very much in the past, and loved him so much that she was willing to give everything she had.

But how did he repay her?

In the past half month, she almost always used the excuse of cultivation, and she always went out through the secret passage.

She wanted to restore her appearance as soon as possible, and at the same time she had a little expectation in her heart, and even thought that if Aoxue could change his ways, she would forgive him. But he has not come for the past half month.

Even if she loves him again, her heart is about to die.

The demon tribe attaches great importance to appearance. The Nine-Tailed Tribe has always regarded itself as beautiful. The tribe looks down on ugly foxes. Aoxue has been instilling in her the idea that "a woman without a face is not worthy of love."

So she always thought that everything was her fault.

If she hadn't disfigured herself, if she hadn't become ugly, then Aoxue wouldn't have fallen in love with someone else. The dragon tribe is greedy, and it is normal for them to be unwilling to give blood from their hearts. Everyone is like this, and it doesn't mean they don't love.

But she met Mu Wanwan and the legendary and horribly disabled monarch.

One does not mind her husband's ugly appearance, and the other is willing to give her most precious blood.

It was from that time that Jiu Qing suddenly realized that she had lived like a joke for so many years.

It turned out that appearance is not important, and not all dragons are what she thought.

In the past, she was only focused on removing the curse and winning back Ao Xue's heart, but now she only thinks that he is extremely dirty.

She doesn't want such a stinky man.

However, recently there was news from the tribe that the dragon tribe, the demon tribe, and the witch tribe are about to make some big moves. Although her husband is a scumbag, his status in the Qinglong tribe is not low.

Although she has met Mu Wanwan only a few times, she has no friendship with the dragon king who can only crush with powerful force.

But she still wanted to help them.

Probably, the last time she saw Mu Wanwan, she looked at her distraught look, and seemed to see herself back then.

She didn't get a response from Ao Xue, but Mu Wanwan got it, and lived the life she envied. With

her fingers pressed on her rosy lips, Jiu Qing stood up, her bright red robe fluttering.

She turned her head with a pair of charming eyes, and smiled at the two little sisters who had always been by her side even though the nine-tailed fox clan had gradually fallen into decline, "Thank you for your hard work over the years."

"Madam, what are you talking about?" Xiaoyue and Xiaoxing were both a little spoiled, and their heartbeats quickened as they looked at the peerless little princess.

There were still some marks of curse on her face, and the slightly childish charm of her youth sank down like a rich wine.

"Let's go to Baishuiyao's courtyard." Jiuqing sneered.

A moment later, she brought Xiaoyue and Xiaoxing to Baishuiyao's courtyard. The coquettish noises inside could be heard from a long distance away.

Her heart was still stabbed. Xiaoyue kicked the door open angrily, and Jiuqing saw the two people tumbling into a ball.

Ao Qin pressed on Baishuiyao, his eyes full of desire. He immediately raised his head when he heard the voice, with an expression of dissatisfaction that his good thing was disturbed.

But he saw clearly the person standing at the door, and his eyes showed a long-lost exclamation and an ecstasy as if of deep love, and he stood up, supporting Bai Shuiyao.

"Ah~!" Bai Shuiyao was pressed on the waist by him. She let out a soft moan, her eyes filled with tears, "My husband, you hurt me so much."

However, Bai Shuiyao did not wait for the comfort of Ao Xue, who had become more and more gentle in recent days. She only heard him say in a surprised tone, "Jiuer, why did you come out?"

Bai Shuiyao felt that something was not good, and quickly got up from the ground, and saluted to Jiuqing who was standing at the gate of the courtyard, "Madam."

She smiled innocently at Jiuqing, "I am Lord Ao Xue's new concubine. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

Jiuqing looked at her swollen lips, the marks of rough kisses on her neck, and her innocent eyes, and felt disgusted to death.

"Concubine?" Jiuqing narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to emit a sharp purple light. Bai Shuiyao only felt a pain on her face.

She subconsciously touched it with her hand, and when the pain came, her hand was stained with blood.

"Ah!" Bai Shuiyao took two steps back and cried out.

"Jiuer, what are you doing?!" Ao Xue was also a little angry, and immediately hugged Bai Shuiyao into her arms.

"Husband." Jiuqing's eyes were full of deep love and hurt for him, "She is just a concubine."

Her moves mixed with demonic spirit would not do anything to Bai Shuiyao, but would only destroy her face that made Ao Xue infatuated.

Ao Xue was angry, but seeing that Jiuqing's appearance had recovered a lot, he was not so harsh.

Jiuqing seemed to be laughing through tears, which made Aoxue dazed.

Jiuqing's heart was full of hatred. Her evil moves would not harm Baishuiyao, but would only make her look uglier.

When she almost got the dragon clan's plan out of Aoxue, it would be the end of these two people.