Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's big hand, and watched his head slightly turned away. The corners of her lips kept rising, her eyes were hot, and her heart was beating violently.

Not long ago, she was still worried about whether Ao Qin would find her staying in this small yard, and whether Mr. Long would suddenly disappear again.

However, the next moment, this bad dragon that had worried her since the beginning of her time travel gave her the response she needed most.

He might be very nervous, his eyes flickered, and Mu Wanwan heard that his breathing was faster than usual.

Was he afraid that she would refuse?

Mu Wanwan was a little amused, and stretched out her hand and gently covered his palm, "I am willing."

Her soft voice echoed in her ears, and the word "I am willing" was clear and distinct.

With his palms clenched, Mr. Long couldn't help but laugh.

It wasn't like the restrained or shallow laughs before.

It was a complete, full smile with relaxed eyebrows and eyes, and a joyful smile that rippled from his eyes.

Mu Wanwan's face was flushed, and she looked into his eyes that were shining with golden light like a starry sky, and her palms were hot. She saw him curl up the corners of his lips, and a faint pear-shaped vortex appeared on the side of his cheek.

His eyelashes trembled inexplicably, and Mu Wanwan slightly widened her almond-shaped eyes and looked several times to confirm that she was not mistaken.

There was a faint, unnoticeable pear-shaped vortex on the left cheek of Mr. Long.

When he smiled, his originally evil, handsome and domineering paralyzed face was completely ruined, and he looked like a cute little dragon asking for candy.

But his smile soon disappeared, and he turned into the domineering look she was familiar with.

But his big hand refused to let go, and held it tightly.

He seemed to be unsure, and his voice was hoarse, looking at her expectantly, "It will be very dangerous."

Mu Wanwan shook her head with a bit of amusement.

Who made her like this dragon so much?

Leaving him was a decision she was unwilling to make. As long as she was with him, it didn't matter where she was. She was always afraid to stay in this yard that seemed stable but was always under surveillance.

She was worried that Ao Qin would come to cause trouble for them before Mr. Long woke up, and that Mr. Long would be like in the unfinished book after he woke up, and seemed to fall in love with Bai Shuiyao. She knew that the current plot was completely different from the book, but perhaps it was because of her love that she was so worried.

Mu Wanwan smiled at him and said softly but firmly, "I'm not afraid."

With him by her side, she was not afraid even if the road ahead was full of thorns.

The time of departure was set for the next morning.

On the last day before leaving, Mu Wanwan was busy.

She needed to prepare enough elixirs for Aunt Yun and Jiuqing. Although Mr. Long said that he could run back and forth if she needed him, Mu Wanwan still didn't want him to take such a big risk.

There were not many things in the yard. Apart from her and Mr. Long, there were only three spirit chickens in the kitchen.

She still had some complicated feelings towards the three chicks, and Mengmeng also liked them very much, so she was reluctant to eat them. In this regard, when she was in trouble, Mr. Long, who was much more direct than before, said, "Raise them."

Mr. Long felt embarrassed by her gaze, "You can raise some living things in the mustard space."

Mu Wanwan glanced at the bracelet on her hand, "Can we live in it too?"

Mr. Long shook his head, "Only some low-grade ones can."

Mu Wanwan was a little disappointed, she thought this mustard space would be the same as the portable space.

Mr. Long pursed his lips, he used to have a flying palace with super high defense that you can live in.

So Mu Wanwan turned her head and saw a poor little dragon who was trapped in self-blame.

She looked at the fragile and fragile Mr. Long, and simply reached out and held his hand. After thinking for a long time, she finally said the name she had always wanted to call him, "Husband."

"It's already very good."

Mu Wanwan mustered up the courage to say it, and finally got over the hurdle in her heart. She was shy for a moment, and then she noticed that the dragon in front of her had been muted since she called him "husband".

She wanted to look up at him, but he pressed her into his arms in an instant.

With her face buried in his chest, Mu Wanwan dared not move, "Mr. Long, your injury..."

"No problem." The dragon hugged her waist tightly, as if he wanted to hide the precious treasure given to him by the world forever.

Mu Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable being strangled by him, and she only felt why this dragon's body was hard.

But she did not resist this hug, she let go of Mr. Long's hand and hugged his waist, "Does it hurt?"

Mr. Long stiffened instantly.

Soft, but it seemed to hold his whole world.

With a blush all over his face, Long said with a slightly embarrassed and crying tone, "It doesn't hurt." Mu

Wanwan guessed what he looked like when she heard the voice. She felt sweet and helpless, so she just closed her eyes gently and waited for him to let go.

One morning, Mr. Long grabbed the extremely reluctant Maoju with one hand and stuffed it into the mustard seed space.

Mu Wanwan looked at Maoju, who had been losing hair recently, struggling and leaving a hand of black hair on Mr. Long's hand, and asked uncertainly, "Can Baifeng stay in the space?"

Mr. Long nodded, indicating that it was okay.

Mengmeng is still a cub now, so it's okay for her to stay for a while.

Mu Wanwan put the backpack on her back and glanced hesitantly at a tall and imposing man named Long who was standing next to her, "Mr. Long, you..."

"I'm great."

Mr. Long rubbed his cheek shyly, as if he was embarrassed for boasting about himself, "They can't see me."

Mu Wanwan: "

Okay. "

She walked forward a few steps and saw Hongye waiting in front.

Mu Wanwan was still a little nervous. She saw Hongye looking at her, "Madam, are we going to the dwarf market today?"

Mu Wanwan nodded and got on the ox cart. She saw Mr. Long also got on awkwardly with his long legs.

The oxcart, which was originally big enough to fit her and the backpack, immediately seemed much more crowded after squeezing in a tall Long.

Their legs were pressed together, and they could feel each other's body temperature through their clothes.

It was warm and flirtatious.

Mu Wanwan looked away embarrassedly, thinking that Long was too mean to squeeze in with her on purpose.

Mr. Long was also stiff, with a slightly red face -

he didn't mean to, he just wanted to control Hongye.

To create an illusion on her, and to do some tricks to delay being discovered as much as possible.

As for wanting more opportunities to have close contact with the lady, Long didn't think so.

The ox cart was moving at the same speed as usual, but Mu Wanwan felt that it was much slower than before.

She looked at Hongye sitting in the front of the ox cart, and felt that the ox cart, which usually shook, was shaking particularly violently today.

Perhaps it was because he was by her side, the slightest shaking would bring the two of them closer.

The ox cart crossed the barrier and passed through a section of land with several bends that were difficult to turn.

Mu Wanwan used to hold on to the edge of the ox cart, not caring about her image.

This time, Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed to hold on to the edge of the ox cart. As the ox cart swayed, she felt a big hand on her shoulder, holding her body.

Her cheeks were a little red, and the wind was a little strong, blowing up her long hair. Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long beside her, and had a deeper expectation for her future life.

With him around, it seemed that those things that had to be done alone before were not so boring and tedious.

Her ears were a little red, and Mr. Long narrowed his narrow eyes. He shot out a transparent light from his right hand, forming a light film that enveloped the two of them, isolating the cold wind from the outside, leaving only the gradually fermenting air.

When he was away, she was forced to blow the cold wind for a long time and was caught in many rains.

Now that he has woken up, he will never let her suffer these hardships again.

But.

Mr. Long frowned slightly, he had to recover faster and faster.

In addition to helping him, the leader of the Special Life Alliance also brought him some not-so-good news—

Ao Qin had obtained one of his broken horns.

As long as he negotiated with the witch tribe, they would be in danger of being surrounded.

The broken horn was aching slightly, and Mr. Long felt a storm in his heart, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

In just half a month, he would have a 90% chance of breaking through the test of the forbidden area.

Just give him another half a month.

When the two passed through the territory barrier, in the territory of the demon tribe,

Ao Qin was negotiating with the prince of the witch tribe.

"Wu Yao, don't you think the conditions you proposed are too harsh?" Ao Qin looked at the candidate for the Wu tribe leader with witchcraft patterns all over his face, with scales looming on his face, "It's just a horn."

Wu Yao laughed grimly twice, and the blood puppet behind him also laughed harshly. He stared at Ao Qin's face, "Hehehe, the conditions you proposed may make the demon tribe, which is about to decline, excited, but our Wu tribe does not lack the treasures you have."

Wu Yao's eyeballs bulged, and the whites of his eyes were surprisingly large. "Why, you can't wait to get a broken horn from the demon tribe?"

Ao Qin looked ugly and sneered, "I don't know when the relationship between you two tribes, the demon and the witch, has become so good."

"You even know that I have obtained a dragon horn of the waste dragon."

Ao Qin looked at him, and his spiritual power circulated around him, resisting the voodoo that was everywhere in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey, you are really boring, dragon." Wu Yao finished speaking, and a ball of green mist suddenly appeared beside him and merged into his body.

The next moment, his skin swelled, blood snakes appeared all over his body, and his flesh and blood expanded and slowly grew back, which made Ao Qin feel sick.

"Oh, I got an interesting news." Wu Yao narrowed his eyes, "The waste king who you expected to be unable to move and be slaughtered seems to have recovered a lot?"

Ao Qin's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously retorted, "Impossible."

It's not like he hasn't visited the yard of the bastard king these days.

Each time he was paralyzed on the bed in a state not much better than before. However, the tool he brought in for the sake of face had some conscience. Although he would take care of the disabled waste dragon, he would at most wash him and feed him something, which did not help his injuries at all.

During this period, he had been trying to subdue the power of his subordinates and was busy negotiating with the demon and witch tribes. As for the abandoned monarch, he only visited him many times with his spiritual consciousness and saw that their life was miserable. The people sent by his subordinates to monitor him also gave the same feedback.

The soul lamp in the forbidden area did not show up.

"I thought you were better than your stupid Lord who fought seven people alone for a monster." Wu Yao looked at him with a look of amazement, and Ao Qin's face suddenly twisted.

He seemed to see the dragon's indifferent and arrogant eyes -

how could he recover?

How could he recover?

Less than two months, less than two months!