Her ears gradually recovered. Mu Wanwan held the Qinglong Voice Transmission Order in her hand and waited for a long time. Finally, she heard Ao Qin angrily and helplessly issued the "retreat" order.

She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she should be safe for the time being. She looked back and could no longer see any people or dragons. Looking down, she saw layers of clouds.

Mr. Long was very fast. She didn't know where they were.

After carefully putting away the Voice Transmission Order, Mu Wanwan felt dizzy and had unspeakable pain in her chest and back.

Mu Wanwan wiped the blood from her cheek and shook her head, trying to ignore the abnormal pain in her body.

They had just escaped, and Mr. Long had lost so many scales. She had to hurry and take out their stock.

Mu Wanwan stood up, holding onto her furry ears. She looked at the miniature pill bottle in her hand, then looked down at Mr. Long, whose scales were bigger than her toes when magnified. Her stomach churned.

She was faced with a new dilemma. How could she get the huge Mr. Long to eat the pills?

But she hadn't been confused for long before she felt the world in front of her light up.

They seemed to have left the area of ​​dark clouds. After flying very high, there were wisps of mist in her sight, and she could vaguely see bits of sunlight.

Mr. Long was moving very fast. His long, low moaning rang in her ears, making Mu Wanwan feel that dreams and reality were connected for a moment.

Her body suddenly tilted a little. Mu Wanwan quickly held the pill bottle tightly with one hand and grabbed Mr. Long's ear with the other.

But the ear was also shrinking rapidly. She lost her balance and fell to the side with the aura shield.

Light white mist drilled in along the edge of the aura shield. The slightly cool and cold feeling made Mu Wanwan shiver. The feeling of weightlessness was obvious. She fell off Mr. Long's head and squinted to see the appearance of Mr. Long who was getting smaller and smaller -

beautiful golden and white scales, most of which were golden, and very little white.

The huge golden pupils and the horns emitting a gleaming light were both slender and gorgeous.

A dazzling light flashed before her eyes, and Mu Wanwan closed her eyes subconsciously. She felt that the wind beside her ears was broken, and a force came from her waist. The wind that hurt her cheek disappeared. When she opened her eyes again, she met Mr. Long's narrow and long phoenix eyes.

He didn't look well, his complexion and lips were a little pale, his eyes were fixed on her cheek, and his face was terribly gloomy.

The horns on Mr. Long's forehead still emitted a gleaming light, and Mu Wanwan saw that the front of his light black robe was wet with a dark blood stain.

"You're injured."

His thin lips moved, as if he was saying something, but Mu Wanwan couldn't hear him for the time being. She could only feel that his lips were pursed tightly, as if

he was filled with surging anger. She wanted to hug him, but was afraid of pressing his wound.

This dragon has been constantly injured since the first time they met.

Mu Wanwan noticed the blood on his chest, but didn't realize that her light blue skirt was already stained with blood.

Being hit by the aftermath of the battle, was it more than just a minor injury of temporary deafness?

Blood slowly flowed out from her lips and fell on her skirt, like a rolled-up blade, piercing Mr. Long's heart fiercely, leaving a deep mark.

Mu Wanwan felt that the long eyelashes of the dragon in front of her were drenched by the rain again, and were condensed with water droplets.

He cried again, like a whimpering dragon that had not grown up.

However, his eyes were gloomy and scary.

A strong murderous intent and coldness emanated from him, and the color of blood was reflected in his pupils.

Is he worried about her?

She is fine, really fine.

They escaped with great difficulty. Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long, who seemed to be going back to tear the golden dragon apart with his bare hands in the next second. She stood up in fear and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I'm fine..." Mu Wanwan's throat was also uncomfortable, and she couldn't speak. She could only look up at him anxiously.

She indicated to this stupid dragon that she was really fine.

She raised the pill in her hand again, signaling the dragon to take some medicine quickly. It must be painful to lose so many scales.

She was a little sleepy now and wanted to sleep. She didn't want to wake up and go back to the boring life of plant dragons...

"Madam..." Mr. Long's voice was hoarse. Looking at Mu Wanwan's eyes slowly closing, he felt an indescribable anger and murderous intent in his heart——

"Ao Qin, the dragon clan."

Mr. Long's lips were cold. He couldn't even control his emotions. The originally calm sea of ​​clouds was surging with dark clouds.

He was holding the lover he cherished most in his life. He was like the master of heaven and earth.

The arrogant monarch stood in the darkness. There was no tenderness and patience that only appeared in front of her. There was only indifference that chilled him to the bone on his handsome and pale face.

...

By the time Mu Wanwan regained some consciousness, they had already arrived at a new place.

"Chi~" A cute cry came to her ears, very clear. Mu Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes and saw a field of fat and aloof hair.

She woke up at once, rubbed her eyes and sat up. The pain in her body was gone and her ears had returned to normal. She roughly scanned the place where she was. They were now in a small cave, and Mr. Long was not in the cave.

Mu Wanwan looked inside her dantian and found that her spiritual power was much fuller than before, and her golden elixir was much larger, as if she was about to break through.

The Qinglong sound transmission order was put aside. Mu Wanwan took a look and saw that she was temporarily recognized as the master by Mr. Long. She must have been dizzy for a while.

"Jiujiu!" Maojiu was obviously very excited. Seeing that she woke up, he bumped into her arms like a small cannonball. Mu Wanwan's face turned pale. She pulled Mengmeng out and found that she had changed her clothes. It

was black and obviously very inappropriate. There were many cute furs on it. You could tell at a glance that it was Mr. Long's clothes. Her

face was a little red. Mu Wanwan rubbed Jiujiu who took the initiative to throw herself into her arms, lowered her head and pulled open the collar. She found that the underwear inside had also been changed

. Fortunately, it was her clothes, but her underwear was not changed.

Mu Wanwan's earlobes were very hot. She thought that since Long had her clothes, why didn't he let her wear her own clothes, but let her wear his...

Even though they have been married for a long time now.

Mu Wanwan forced herself to calm down and picked up Maojiu. There was a soft quilt under her. Maojiu had been losing hair badly recently and couldn't stay on the bed.

There was a pair of slippers on the floor. They should have been put there by Mr. Long?

She put them on and petted Mengmeng while observing the layout of the cave. At this glance, Mu Wanwan realized that the "bed" she had just slept on was not a bed, but a huge, open pink shell.

Mu Wanwan reached out and lifted the quilt covering it with a bit of curiosity, and found that under the thick quilts, there were neatly arranged gold nuggets. Mu Wanwan

: "......?"

What kind of opening method is this? Was there something wrong with the posture she woke up in?

After rubbing her head, Mu Wanwan saw the layout of the entire cave clearly -

this was probably a temporary residence built by Mr. Long. Many things were very new, and the shells didn't look like they had been there for a long time.

Next to the shell bed were some jade furniture that she had seen in the mustard seed space before. Each piece was placed according to the room in the bedroom before, but the area was limited, so the combination of various furniture was a bit out of place.

Feeling warm in her heart, Mu Wanwan blinked and said softly, "Mengmeng, what do you think, is Mr. Long nice?"

"Chi——!"

So bad, this Long is so bad.

"Chi, chirp~!"

Mengmeng saw that when you were sleeping, he kissed you secretly and changed your clothes!

Mu Wanwan looked at Mengmeng who was telling tales with her big eyes, and put Feichu on the ground with a smile.

They have been married for more than two months. Logically, the honeymoon period has passed, but she and Mr. Long are still at the stage where they are satisfied with holding hands...

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt that she was a little scared. She thought that when Long came back, she must kiss him for a while to show her courage as an adult.

The structure of the cave is a bit strange, as if it was dug out by someone. You can't see the outside at a glance, and you need to turn a few corners.

Mu Wanwan wore Mr. Long's clothes, swung her wide sleeves, walked for dozens of seconds, and lifted several colorful curtains before she really stood at the entrance of the cave.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but close her eyes and then open them again -

a layer of shallow light curtain blocked the outside world, the sea water and the countless fish swimming past her.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but stretch out a finger outside the light curtain and clicked on the ripples. There was a heavy water pressure and dampness on her finger.

Did Mr. Long take her to the bottom of the sea?

But why is the bottom of the sea so bright?

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and could see deep and shallow spots of light flashing on the sand outside the cave, but these fish looked very ugly like deep-sea fish.

Mu Wanwan saw a strange-looking fish with fangs just swimming through the cave and turned into sashimi in front of her: "..."

A pale and slender hand drew the sea water and pushed the ugly sashimi aside with disgust.

Mr. Long was shirtless, with the dragon horns and plush ears on his forehead folded up, leaving only a long dragon tail on his lower body. It was

the first time that Mu Wanwan saw him tie up his long hair, with the long hair tails floating in the water, but he deliberately left two strands hanging out, floating by his ears to cover some curse marks that had not completely disappeared. He was a dragon cub who knew how to dress himself up.

The wound on his chest had healed, and through the mist one could only see a layer of shallow scars on his thin and strong waist. He was holding a Qiankun bag in his hand, which was bulging with something unknown.

Mr. Long's indifferent eyes swept over, and when he saw her, his dark eyes flashed with golden light.

Mu Wanwan saw his dragon tail without a small tip swaying, like a beautiful dragon cutting through the water waves, and in an instant, he came in front of her.