This was the first time she saw the seemingly indifferent and overbearing Long shed tears.

Crystal clear and warm, they fell from his dark eyes.

She could only see the sadness and guilt that could no longer be concealed in those eyes.

Mu Wanwan felt at a loss for a moment.

She lowered her head, but she was still unwilling to let go of her hand holding his collar, and just kept saying, "You said you would take me away."

Since you said you would take her away, you can't waver so easily. Her

wrist was gently held, and Mu Wanwan looked at her Long gently, shaking his long eyelashes, and stretched out his big hand to touch her cheek, as if he had used up all his strength.

Jiuqing also reacted. Her peach blossom eyes were full of burning anger. She didn't care that her body had not fully recovered yet. She stretched out her white palm and grabbed the air in front of Mu Wanwan. Blood flowed from her lips.

The wind was blowing wildly. The space around her was surging. The figure of Mr. Long, who had been hiding all the time, slowly emerged in Jiuqing's eyes.

A dragon that completely concealed its aura and required her to spend a lot of money to see it.

Mu Wanwan was a little unsteady in the wind. She raised her hand to block the cold wind in front of her and saw Jiuqing's fluttering dress.

"So you're here too." Her cold eyes swept over Mr. Long. She was filled with mixed feelings, not knowing whether she wanted to test or verify something. She said softly and sarcastically, "She's such a good girl. I like her very much. I want to take her away."

Mu Wanwan slightly widened her eyes, a little bit unbelieving what she heard.

The next moment, she saw Jiu Qing's small gaze looking at her. She felt bitter, amused, and a little anxious.

Jiu Qing didn't like her at all. He just wanted to let this dragon take her away quickly, right?

They didn't have much time left and couldn't delay any longer.

When Jiu Qing finished speaking, Mr. Long's body was obviously tense for a moment.

His handsome expression was distorted for a moment. He looked up at the beautiful little princess of the Nine-Tailed Clan, and his dark eyes were faintly red.

When their eyes met, Jiu Qing saw that he looked up with a more fierce and biased gaze than the wolf cub.

When Mr. Long came to his senses, he found that he had subconsciously grasped Mu Wanwan's hand tightly -

he was so selfish that even women were jealous of him.

Jiu Qing raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips in a boring manner, "Tsk."

She smiled at Mu Wanwan, walked to her side, pulled off a jade bracelet from Haobai's wrist and stuffed it into her hand, "I'm beautiful, I have spirit stones, and I'm not bad in talent. I'm much more reliable than the handsome dragon. If you regret it, break it and I'll take you away anytime."

After she said that, she glanced at a certain dragon provocatively.

Mu Wanwan felt that Mr. Long was holding her hand tighter. She quickly glanced at Jiuqing, took out the pills that had been prepared for her and Uncle Zong, and held Jiuqing's hand. "Here are the pills. Some are prepared for Uncle Zong of Huayun Pharmacy. Please, Jiuqing..."

Before she finished her words, she felt a strong but gentle force coming through her waist.

She was lifted up by Mr. Long.

The next moment, she felt a strong sense of weightlessness. Jiuqing's face seemed to be shrunk many times. There was a whistling cold wind in her ears due to the rapid movement. Mu Wanwan closed her eyes unconsciously. Her long hair was blown away by the wind. Her vision was blurred, and she seemed to see a sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

"Hold tight."

Mr. Long's voice floated from afar. Mu Wanwan heard the long dragon roar coming from afar. The familiar scene made her heart tense.

Are the people from the Qinglong tribe catching up? Will they be caught up?

Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate and hugged Mr. Long's neck tightly. She saw golden and white scales gradually appearing on his face, and the broken horns and bald ears that had not been seen for a long time also appeared.

She saw his legs turned into a dragon's tail, and half of the tail tip disappeared.

He held her and flew very fast, and the half-bald hair on his ears swayed in the cold wind.

Perhaps still concerned about her gaze, Mr. Long pursed his lips and looked down at her uncomfortably.

Mu Wanwan was almost pissed off by this dragon. It was such a late hour, and he still cared about his image.

Not to mention that he had lost his image in front of her, wouldn't he turn into a dragon and run away?

"Cold?"

Seeing her staring at him, Mr. Long, who felt very guilty for taking her away by force, lowered his head slightly, and the broken dragon horn emitted a radiant light, which gently touched Mu Wanwan's forehead, and a transparent aura shield was cast around her, isolating all the cold wind from the outside world. There were

still a few tears hanging on his eyelashes, which hit the aura shield, causing layers of ripples.

Mu Wanwan was angry and felt warm in her heart. She was very anxious, "Quickly change to your original form and run, you will be caught soon!"

Mr. Long curled his lips towards her and kissed her lips lightly through the aura shield.

Mu Wanwan only had time to see the murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and then she felt a thick black mist floating in front of her.

A low dragon roar came from below, and the world seemed to dim in an instant.

The originally gloomy gray sea of ​​clouds was surging, and Mu Wanwan could only see two huge plush ears next to the abrupt broken corner in front of her. She felt that her whole body was quickly shuttling between the clouds. Although she was tightly locked by the spiritual energy and would not fall, Mu Wanwan still subconsciously grabbed the huge, white, half-bald ear. It felt

soft to the touch, and she could bury her whole body in it.

Mu Wanwan felt very happy and nervous at the same time. She held Mr. Long's fur tightly, and only felt that her ears were full of sounds coming from all directions. Between the surging sea of ​​clouds, she could see bunches of malicious eyes.

Mu Wanwan frowned tightly, and suddenly she hated herself for being incompetent. She bit her lip and thought about what she could do now -

oh, the Azure Dragon Voice Transmission Order that Jiu Qing had just given her.

Mu Wanwan pierced her finger, quickly squeezed out the blood and recognized the Azure Dragon Voice Transmission Order.

Almost at the same time, Ao Qin's angry voice came to her ears, "The sacrifice really ran away."

A hoarse voice of a Azure Dragon sounded afterwards, sounding like an elder, "He is very fast, and has recovered at least 70% of his strength. Things happened suddenly, and the three elders of the clan are in seclusion. Among the remaining dragons, only the fifth elder can catch up."

The voice paused, "But the fifth elder has just broken through to the sixth level, I'm afraid he can't beat the Lord."

"Damn it!" Ao Qin cursed, and no dragon continued to speak in the Azure Dragon Voice Transmission Order, and it fell into silence.

Mu Wanwan's heart was lifted up and she never let it go -

she felt a little proud when she heard these dragons say that her Mr. Long was so powerful.

Her dragon, even if he only recovered 70% of his strength, these dragons couldn't do anything to him. He is no longer the little dragon cub who was bullied and could only run away.

However, she still didn't put down the Azure Dragon Voice Transmission Order in her hand.

She still remembered the word "blood sacrifice" that Jiu Qing said before. If these dragons had already decided to attack Mr. Long, even though he has recovered some strength now, will they stop?

Mu Wanwan's palms were sweaty, anxious and afraid, so she simply buried herself in Mr. Long's giant ears and rubbed them to relieve the pressure of waiting.

But she didn't know that Mr. Long's ears were very, very underwear →_→

Although they were huge and didn't have the underwear like in human form, they were also very fragile.

Mu Wanwan's grip on Mao Mao was neither too strong nor too weak, just staying at the part that made Long feel very sensitive, plus she buried herself in it, in short, it was

very exciting, very exciting.

The huge Mr. Long's flying trajectory was a little curved, and the speed was much faster than before.

So Mu Wanwan, who was holding Maomao, heard a relatively young green dragon cursing in the voice transmission order: "Fuck, the Lord has become much faster, and now I can hardly see him!"

Mu Wanwan was startled, thinking, is Mr. Long going to show his power?

Is he much more powerful than she thought? Mu

Wanwan couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips. Thinking of his guilty look just now, she felt a little distressed -

this dragon might have some misunderstanding of her.

She didn't have a hard life as he thought.

Coming to this world, with him and Jiu, life is no longer the seemingly busy but actually lonely and dead silence. Even if there is unavoidable death and the abyss ahead, she can accept it calmly and move on happily.

Mu Wanwan stood on Mr. Long's head. She could no longer see the roaring and hissing green dragons when she looked back, but she felt a little uneasy.

"Lord Ao Qin, we can't catch up."

A green dragon made a sound, and Mu Wanwan heard Ao Qin's angry whisper, "Those below level 5 retreat to guard the entrances of the forbidden areas."

She breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could be happy, she heard his laughter, "Three late level 6 elders of the Golden Dragon Clan happened to return from training, and they are right in front of this rubbish that is escaping."

Her pupils shrank, and Mu Wanwan immediately closed the voice transmission order, and said anxiously to Mr. Long's half-bald ear, "Quick, change direction!"

"Mr. Long!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Long immediately turned over. Mu Wanwan was shaken a little dizzy. She hugged his plush ears tightly and felt that the dragon under her was faster than before.

A roar that was about to shatter the eardrums exploded in her ears. Mu Wanwan's eyes were dizzy, and the spiritual power shield was half cracked. She couldn't help but look back, only to see a large ball of golden flame burning at the place where they were still a moment ago.

Three golden dragons that appeared out of nowhere opened their huge mouths and roared at them.

A wet touch came from the side of her face. Mu Wanwan raised her hand to wipe the side of her ear, and her hand was stained with blood.

Her eardrums were shattered and she couldn't hear.

Gritting her teeth, she took out a bottle of pills from the Qiankun bag and swallowed two of them.

She is now a third-level monk after all. It's just a little painful. She must get better quickly.