Mu Wanwan took a while to digest the fact that Maojiu was a white phoenix cub. Looking at the fatter Maojiu, she suddenly felt a little more expectant.

If it was a white phoenix, Maojiu would definitely be very beautiful and majestic when it grows up?

But Mr. Long said that Mengmeng was brought from the demon tribe. If she inherited her previous memories, would she leave her?

After she woke up, she learned from Mr. Long that Mengmeng's current mental state was that of a three-year-old child. Now was her infancy. In fact, she needed to absorb a lot of spiritual energy and eat many spiritual creatures every day.

Mr. Long said that when he first brought Meng Meng out of the demon tribe, he never thought it might hatch, because Meng Meng's vitality was very, very weak at the time, and in the following decades it was like a dead phoenix egg.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mengmeng, who was becoming more and more active in the yard, and put down the spiritual plant she was cultivating with some worry.

Maojiu accompanied her for a long time when Mr. Long was not awake. Her feelings for Maojiu were not just a simple pet mentality. Now that she knew that it might become intelligent and even transform in a few years, she had a more motherly mentality_(:3」∠)_Although she

knew that if Mengmeng returned to the demon tribe, it might be better for its growth, but Mu Wanwan was still reluctant to let it go.

Moreover, Mr. Long brought back a lot of spiritual stones this time, so it should be possible to raise Feijiu for a while.

"Chirp!"

Meng Meng fluttered his little wings and practiced flying desperately. Since he was touched by the dragon, his body became fatter and fatter. Although he didn't fly very well before, he could at least glide for a distance. Now he is too heavy to fly. qaq

Maojiu's hair fluttered in the cold wind. The hair on half of his body was blown all over the place. Mu Wanwan saw with sharp eyes that a few black hairs fell off his body.

Oops, Fat Jiu lost his hair.

"Tired?" A slightly cold voice mixed with obvious jealousy sounded. Mu Wanwan came back to her senses from staring at Maojiu, turned around and saw her dragon.

The little sweet dragon's eyes stayed on her skirt, and he said indifferently, "The glittering is enough to support you."

Mu Wanwan: ""

Her lips unconsciously raised, and she shook her head at Mr. Long who was sitting in the middle of a pile of spiritual stones, "I'm not tired."

This dragon didn't know if he liked the wheelchair she customized from Tie Bo or something. Except for the evening when he had to wash up, he would stand up and walk out shyly with his ears shaking, and he usually sat in the wheelchair.

She glanced at the dragon who nodded coldly, and felt a little amused. This dragon brought back a lot of spiritual stones this time, which was indeed enough to support himself. But only she could refine some pills that could reduce the curse.

Although Mr. Long has reduced a lot of curses with the help of the special life leader, there are still some that have not been removed. In addition, he came back with injuries when he went out this time, so he still wants to refine more pills for use.

"Come."

Seeing her distracted by the glitter on the ground, Mr. Long tilted his head and said.

Mu Wanwan was a little confused and walked to his side.

In an instant, the hand with the bracelet was pulled up, and Mu Wanwan narrowed her eyes in surprise -

why is this weird dragon so proactive today?

Mr. Long raised his dark eyes and glanced at her, his ears slightly reddened, "This one is not good, change another one."

Mu Wanwan smiled softly, her heart itching, she couldn't help but want to tease him, she wanted to say "I like everything my husband gave me", but the word husband seemed to be stuck in her throat, she couldn't say it.

As a result, she finally just felt the temperature of Mr. Long's big hand which was much warmer than hers, and her face slowly turned red.

"It's cold." Mr. Long held his wife's soft little hand, shy but very happy, and simply took her other hand and held it in his big palm.

He is very tall, and his hands are also very big. Mu Wanwan originally thought that her hands were not small among girls, and they were a little rough because of cultivating spiritual plants all the time, but compared with his, they looked very petite.

He could completely wrap her hands, warm, and isolate the cold outside.

In fact, she is already a third-level cultivator, and this time she woke up and had a small breakthrough. Her strength has reached the late third level. She has adapted well to the current temperature of around zero degrees. At most, her hands are a little cold, but she doesn't feel that cold.

But being treated like this, she still feels warm in her heart.

He is really good.

After covering it for a while, the serious and scheming Shy Dragon finally let go of his wife's hand and took out a new bracelet with a red face.

He found a piece of fine and inconspicuous Qingxin jade while his wife was asleep last night and used his spiritual power to grind it out bit by bit. It was connected to his mustard seed space. Although his wife has not reached the fourth level and cannot recognize the master, everything in it can be used.

"The treasures are all in it." Mr. Long slowly put the bracelet on Mu Wanwan's wrist. The size is very suitable.

Mu Wanwan was a little confused, "Huh?"

Mr. Long was a little embarrassed again. Seeing Mu Wanwan's unexpected expression, he felt more guilty -

she had been married to him for so long, and she had never received anything good. He had enjoyed the wealth and power in the past, but now he could only pick up some treasures that were left outside and give them to her.

"It's a little little." Mr. Long hesitated, his voice a little hoarse, "I'll give you more in the future."

More, more sparkling than the mountains.

She liked that kind of skirt, but the material was rare. It was the essence produced by a special life under the sea. In addition to pink and purple, there were also bright yellow and green. In a few days, he would go to the bottom of the sea to find some and give her a few more sets.

Fortunately, Mu Wanwan didn't know that Mr. Long was planning to give her a few more sets of beautiful and strange clothes. Mr. Long was looking forward to her wearing the previous two sets, but she could only fool him by saying that it was a bit cold to wear them because of the bad weather.

Mu Wanwan looked at the bracelet on her wrist, and in his expectant eyes, she accepted it as her master.

The spiritual power probed in, and Mu Wanwan "saw" that the spiritual stones piled up like a mountain and countless gold coins and gems, plus many luxurious things, slowly filled the whole big space.

Is this a little too little?

Has she been blinded by poverty and knows nothing about the power of money? She thought that the things on the ground were all that Mr. Long had gotten from this trip. She was just worried that he would not be able to support Meng Meng

.

Looking at Mr. Long's serious eyes, she realized for the first time that

the poor and miserable little Mr. Long in her memory, the miserable Mr. Long when she first met him, was once a powerful and wealthy overbearing local tyrant dragon cub inlaid with pure 24k top-grade spiritual stones.

Her heart was sweet and sour.

But she didn't refuse it pretentiously and accepted it.

Mr. Long pursed his lips slightly, "Do you like it?"

Mu Wanwan smiled and shook the bracelet on her wrist, "I like it very much."

When they went to bed at night, probably because of shyness, the two still didn't sleep in the same quilt, but unlike before, they would talk for a while.

Mu Wanwan listened to the small breathing of Mengmeng who was sleeping beside her, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Long, I have to go to the market the day after tomorrow." He

had signed a contract with Uncle Zong before, and he had to go once more for Jiuqing's business, although they were no longer short of money.

Long said "hmm", and tapped the edge of the wheelchair with his slender fingers, "Together."

Mu Wanwan: "

Did she hear it wrong? "

"You," Mu Wanwan was a little worried, "your injury..."

Mr. Long narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes, with a slightly cold smile on his lips, "No problem."

Although he was seriously injured this time when he went out, it was a blessing in disguise. The curse in his body was greatly reduced, and the pronucleus has successfully connected to the sixth piece.

The scars that Mu Wanwan touched were mostly traces left after the connection with the pronucleus. His original form was much more miserable than it is now.

Although in human form, only the broken horns and half-bald ears were a bit miserable, but in other forms, no matter how he concealed it, it could not change the fact that he was already a disabled dragon.

In the past few days, with the help of a large number of spirit stones and elixirs, his strength has finally recovered to the level of level six. Although he cannot compete with the dragon clan, he is not as desperate as before.

The weak light cast a sharp warm light between his brows. His facial features were relatively deep, and there was a blurred shadow around his eye sockets. His eyelids were slightly drooping, but it seemed to be condensed with a vague murderous intent.

At least, he can protect her.

Even if the abyss collapses and the army turns into a sea of ​​blood.

The idea has been brewing in his heart for a long time, and he gradually softened the hatred in his eyes

. In the nearly 100 years since he became the Lord, he has forgotten the feeling of his heart beating violently, and he insists on his own way in the lonely abyss, and even cruelly and domineeringly refuses anyone to approach.

He broke through the seventh level before he was thirty, but he has been stuck.

Maybe this defeat is just to meet her.

For the first time, Mr. Long felt that revenge on those dragons who had bullied and laughed at him was not so important, and even what kind of creature he was was not so important.

He met her.

There were still some curse marks on Mr. Long's face, his long hair hung down, covering some of them, but in Mu Wanwan's eyes they looked like drops of blood. For a moment, he seemed to overlap with the little Mr. Long who was imprisoned in the cage in her memory.

Mu Wanwan felt a pang in her heart, and was speechless for a moment.

Mr. Long looked at her, his expression softened, his knotted brows relaxed, his lips were still pursed, but at this moment it was as if thousands of ice and snow were melting.

"Are you willing to go with me?"

He spoke unnaturally, not being good at love words, his cold eyes hiding a deep attachment, which leaked out bit by bit as his long eyelashes fluttered.

Mr. Long said, shyly turning his head away, but he mustered up the courage to stretch out his big hand towards her, wanting to grab her in the other quilt. He

was obviously an old dragon who had seen countless beauties, but at this moment he was like a young man eager to show himself in front of the person he liked, with only an urgent desire to be recognized and a strong and obsessive possessiveness.

The thoughts that he had thought of not provoking her before everything settled down had long been forgotten by him, like a rushing mountain torrent.

Only the love that remained in his heart after the storm, shining with the luster of gemstones, remained.

He wanted to take her away.