"What is it?"

Mu Wanwan suspected that he had heard it wrong, and asked again.

Mr. Long was a little embarrassed now, but still whispered, "It means egg."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"It should mean someone's egg, right?" Mr. Long thought about it for a while, and carefully read and understood according to Mu Wanwan's hint just now.

Seeing him so serious, Mu Wanwan also started to think -

if the owner of this cave is called Hun Dun, then if they are connected, it means "Hun Dun's egg?"

or "Hun Dun means an egg?"

Mu Wanwan pondered for a moment, and felt a small pulling force on his hand, "Madam."

This awkward dragon squeezed her hand more and more arrogantly, "Go to sleep."

He didn't want to continue talking about the content on the stone wall. What if the madam found out that he didn't know her?

But what you fear will come true since ancient times. The next moment, Mr. Long heard his young wife ask, "Mr. Long, what are the two words you said to know?"

Long was a little panicked and silent for a second.

Long thought he had a cold expression and an indifferent voice, "You, you speak first."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"It's Chaos." As soon as Mu Wanwan finished speaking, she felt that the gentle force that was originally holding her hand suddenly became stronger, which made her feel a little painful.

But soon, the dragon loosened his hand, and in the dim light, Mu Wanwan only saw a pale shadow.

Soon, the faint light disappeared, and Mu Wanwan could not see anything.

"What's wrong?" After she finished speaking, her hand that was pinched a little painfully was gently pulled up, and she felt warm and soft on it.

Mr. Long kissed her fingertips, his voice sad and guilty, "Does it hurt?"

"Not at all." Mu Wanwan probably guessed something, stretched out her other hand and held his tightly, then walked forward in the dark until she reached his chest, "Mr. Long, is Chaos someone you know?"

After waiting for a while, Mr. Long didn't say anything. Mu Wanwan was about to change the subject when she heard him say, "Yeah."

"Chaos, should be a monster."

A monster that has never admitted to being his father.

Mu Wanwan had never heard Mr. Long speak in such a sad tone, and her heart ached. She held his fingers together and carefully protected his emotions, "Yeah, that must be a very good monster."

With a little warmth in his eyes, Mr. Long held the man in his arms.

He hugged her quietly for a while, and couldn't help but kiss her cheek, "Do you want to know?"

Mu Wanwan shook her head, "No, I'm a little tired."

He didn't need to say it, in fact, Mu Wanwan could guess some of it, but they have been through so many things together, but he has never been so sad.

If I say it again, it must not be a pleasant memory.

After she finished speaking, she simply pushed Long away, took out a very old and about to collapse wooden bed from the mustard seed space, and made a quilt, then pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Mu Wanwan stuffed a pillow into his arms, "I'll sleep here."

"Okay." Mr. Long stroked her cheek, in the dark, he could see her expression clearly.

There was no reluctance, nor any unhappiness.

She held the pillow with one hand and held him tightly with the other hand. As long as he moved his fingers slightly, she would immediately open her eyes worriedly and look for his figure in a daze.

It was as if

he was her most precious treasure.

This knowledge made his heart boil, and his eyes were full of the possessiveness that he usually suppressed and dared not show in front of her.

He is no longer a lonely dragon now.

If Chaos knew, would he be happy?

Mr. Long's ears trembled. He knew too little about the monster.

The memory of when he was still a little dragon gradually faded during the days of wandering. Even though the monster was ugly, he could hardly remember what he looked like.

He only remembered that he was covered with dark scales and had four ugly horns on his head.

When he said to him, "You are a dragon," his expression was very serious.

If the words on the stone wall were left by that monster, they should have a very ungentle meaning, right?

For some reason, he felt very sad, as if he was about to lose something important.

Time gradually became very late, and Mu Wanwan's grip on his hand loosened a lot.

She was too tired and had fallen asleep.

Putting the pillow in his arms, Mr. Long changed his movements gently.

So Wanwan, who was sleeping soundly, had another nightmare. She dreamed that she turned into a weak and helpless cat, being chased by an evil dragon. Not only was her fate bitten on the back of the neck, but her furry waist was also pinched hard.

In short, it was very uncomfortable.

After struggling twice, something cold fell on her face, a bit like the tears of the evil dragon.

She stopped struggling again, as if silently comforting the evil dragon behind her not to cry.

The evil dragon had a heavy nasal tone, but slowly, the tears stopped.

The marks carved on the stone wall were still very clear, and the witch clan was imprisoned, almost losing consciousness. It was rare that when he seemed to be exhausted and on the verge of collapse, he had a dream that made him feel a little relieved.

It was a day with almost no light. He, who had transformed into a monster and hid in the abyss for decades, exchanged shifts with a monster that was a sea monster and roamed freely in the deep sea.

Chaos was born with inherited memories, and could get close to some dangerous places on the continent, where some Chaos Aura would occasionally drop, which was quite nourishing to him.

This time, he just wanted to find some "food."

But how come the Chaos Aura he had cultivated for so long was gone?

Chaos narrowed his copper-bell-like eyes and quickly swam to the edge of the continent that was broken into half.

In the ravines and the undulating waves of a broken space, he saw an egg.

A small dragon egg with cracks on it and a golden shell.

Chaos cursed softly, and saw that the scattered chaotic airflows generated in the surroundings were all absorbed by the little fellow inside along the cracks. He was so angry that his beard was crooked.

It was a little fellow with strong vitality. He could still survive in such a broken space.

Chaos touched his chin, "Never mind, I'm going to pick you up and eat you."

He bared his fangs and picked up the egg ferociously.

It was about to fall from the shattered position of the space.

But if it went back, it would be eaten together with the monster. Chaos touched his stomach, and he simply sat down where he was, and violently stretched out his claws to hit the egg.

His claws were sharp, and the crack on the egg was getting bigger and bigger. Just when he was about to knock it down hard, a small sound came from inside.

It was as if the little guy who had not yet fully formed was longing for life.

The claws failed to knock it down, but instead a lot of Chaos True Spirits were attached to it to repair his shell.

Chaos was very angry, and his scales opened happily.

What happened later?

Chaos, who was being sucked and about to lose consciousness, had two of his four horns broken. He looked like an ordinary goat-horned monster.

His consciousness was a little fuzzy. He was old and could only recall a little bit. That's right -

he found a seastone in his own territory, chiseled it open, and put the dragon egg in it.

During that time, he had just learned how to record and even carved a line of words.

"Chaos, on a nice day, picked up a very beautiful dragon egg."

The dream was a bit too long, and he seemed to see the little dragon cub that was only one meter long.

"Is it going to collapse?" Wu Yao stood in the place where Chaos was imprisoned, looking at the old monster in front of him. His scales were already gray, and his horns had changed from a faint golden glow to a fragile shell.

"After all, we caught it only a few decades after its birth. It should be considered very persistent to be able to hold on until now." Wu Yao felt the powerful energy gradually spreading from his body, looking at the old but still huge Chaos Beast in front of him.

Hun Dun raised his eyelids and felt that he was about to die, but he was not worried about what would happen after death.

The inherited memory told him that Hun Dun was born from heaven and earth, and his strength was weak, but his soul was precious. When he was about to die, his body would return to Hun Dun, waiting for the next birth.

A hundred years after his death, a new Hun Dun would be born, but the Hun Dun at that time would no longer have anything to do with him.

Every Hun Dun lived his own life.

As his consciousness gradually became clearer, Hun Dun seemed to see the howling little dragon, who was bullied by other monsters and had its scales bitten off. He was very sad and turned into a very small child, crying and asking him.

"Am I a monster?"

He said to him seriously at that time, "You are a dragon."

"But I am weak."

Hun Dun saw his eyes light up, and before he could say the next sentence, he was called away by the monster who was changing shifts.

He never had the chance to say to him again -

you are the only five-clawed golden dragon in the world. You

are a very precious, very precious, very powerful, very powerful dragon.

Don't be self-deprecating. Next time someone scolds you, tell me and we will fight back together.

Later.

From the mouths of those witches who liked to talk to themselves in front of him, he knew that the little dragon had grown up and became a king. Later, he was too impulsive and fell into this situation in order to save him.

Hun Dun really wanted to beat him up.

Later, he heard that he had a young wife who did not despise him.

You won't be alone anymore, right?

Really.

"That's great."

Chaos closed his huge eyes, and the white scales on his body gradually fell off, falling to the ground and turning into stars of Chaos airflow.

Wu Yao was shocked at first, and then turned into ecstasy.

Before the Chaos Beast died, its body would actually turn into Chaos airflow!

Wu Yao wanted to merge all the Chaos airflow into his body, but those airflows seemed to have consciousness, floating around Chaos, as if protecting his last dignity.

Chaos's core shattered, and he slowly closed his eyes. The airflow formed by his horns and scales tore through the space, and disappeared from Wu Yao's eyes along with his rapidly weakening body.

"Fuck?" The duck that was about to be in his mouth flew away, and Wu Yao was so angry that he almost went crazy. His face was twisted into a vicious shape, and the poison in his body exploded and flew onto the cage.