The leader's voice was soft, with some ethereal depth, "Because of the situation."

"Situation?" Leng An was puzzled.

He had been the head of Xianqing Pavilion in the Dragon Clan's capital for several decades, and he had a lot of information about the Dragon Clan Lord in his hands. He knew everything from his impoverished childhood to the general place where he was fleeing now.

The Dragon Clan Lord had also experienced several life-and-death crises before, but the master never said he would help.

Even the master treated them as a nonchalant look. He was already very surprised when he helped the Dragon Clan Lord who almost died on the road last time, and this time he even asked his uncle to occupy the territory that clearly did not belong to their special life alliance. It

was completely incomprehensible.

"Disciple." The leader's eyes were deep and his tone was relaxed. "Master asks you, how have you managed the situation on the mainland over the years?"

Leng An was a little confused, but he still pondered for a moment and said, "In the past few thousand years, no cultivators from any race have ascended."

"The human race values ​​feelings. The previous cultivators found a way to open a transmission array in the upper realm and send the ninth-level array down. Even if the mainland is destroyed, their human cultivation world can still be self-sufficient and live well. Among the other races, the dragon race is self-contained, the witch race is growing stronger, and the demon race is power-struggling. Most of us special beings are just willing to live a simple life. Other races are very weak."

"Well, your analysis is good." The leader made another suggestion. "Many monsters are very weak and can never leave the demon world in their lifetime. Not all monsters will curse people. Most of them will only leave demonic energy, which can be eliminated with elixirs."

The leader gave him an ambiguous look, "Now, the only people who can do this are me and a few old guys who basically don't come out. Are there very few people who can do it?"

Leng An understood something vaguely and guessed a little uncertainly, "Master, are you helping her husband because of the little junior sister?"

The leader glared at him, "What little junior sister? Don't talk nonsense. I haven't even met her yet."

Leng An's tentacles curled. His master liked to talk about other things and say a lot. Didn't he just want to be her master because of the talent of the dragon leader's young wife who could reduce the curses of the witch clan and the demon clan?

As a result, he said a lot of nonsense, which made him think that the mainland was going to be destroyed.

He said that even if those high-level monsters were not very satisfied with where they lived now, they had no intention of destroying the mainland before, after all, his brothers were in the demon world.

He did not receive any news about the turmoil in the demon world and attempts to occupy the mainland. On the contrary, life in the demon world is indeed getting harder and harder. Ordinary monsters have a hard time, and only those top monsters have a good life.

Recently, the mermaids have indeed suffered some impacts due to the turmoil of the lower-level monsters, but it is still a long way from destroying the mainland. The master is really awkward. Leng An was a little confused. If he wanted Mu Wanwan to be his disciple so much, why not just tell her directly and bring her over? Instead, he went through so much trouble.

The leader glanced at him, probably seeing his confusion, and said, "I have to test you before I accept you as my disciple."

The first test is whether she is really willing to stick with me in times of crisis, and the second test is whether she can make progress in difficult situations.

As for the dragon, if he can break through, he barely has any objection to them being together.

The leader shook his beard. Although he said that he was not ready to accept Mu Wanwan as his disciple, the protective spirit that was unique to the Special Life Alliance had already been used.

Leng An understood now and did not ask any more questions. He just said, "Master, should we let the Azure Dragon Clan think that the Dragon King is here?"

"Yes." The leader nodded, "Let's delay it for a few days first."

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although the Dragon Clan no longer has a seventh-level warrior, it does have the most sixth-level warriors. Even if Mo Teng is very powerful, it is impossible to resist the siege of more than a dozen giant dragons.

The Dragon Clan's troops were divided into several groups. Ao Qin went to the Wu Clan to argue with Wu Yao, and the remaining people, in addition to looking for Mr. Long's whereabouts, also need someone to maintain law and order and guard the forbidden area.

In fact, it should still be able to delay for a while.

According to his previous intelligence, although he could not completely calculate the exact location of his future apprentice and her husband, they were probably at the other end, close to the Demon Realm.

——He was right, Mu Wanwan and Mr. Long were indeed close to the Demon Realm.

It was just that they were not on those islands with almost no life, but on the bottom of the sea.

After the man and the dragon listened to the entire process reported by Bai Huan in the Qinglong voice transmission, Mu Wanwan asked cautiously, "Mr. Long, we should not be in the place Bai Huan mentioned now, right?"

Mr. Long saw the worry hidden in her eyes and rubbed her head, "We are on the other side."

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him, "Okay, how do you want to eat this shrimp?"

Mr. Long's expression froze, he pursed his thin lips, and a trace of guilt that could not be concealed flashed in his eyes.

"You." A strand of his hair was hanging down, and a few stains of water were falling down. His eyelashes trembled. "Aren't you worried about how long you have to stay here?"

Mu Wanwan knew from his voice that Long had started to take off his clothes again. She didn't give him a chance to think wildly, and said sweet words that she was embarrassed to say, "I'm worried, but as long as I'm with you, anywhere is fine." Her

face flushed after she said that, and she hurriedly changed the subject, "I, I'll go see Mengmeng."

How could she not worry? It's just that she didn't want to put pressure on Mr. Long anymore.

Perhaps, she was afraid that Long would feel that he was a burden to her again, and she was also afraid that he would get stuck in a dead end again, thinking that if it weren't for him, she wouldn't be shrinking in a small cave like now, unable to have a normal life and social life.

Although these really have nothing to do with her.

Mu Wanwan's heart beat a little faster, this was the first time she said such corny words.

Although they had kissed and were married, she seemed to have never said loudly that she liked him very much and wanted to be with him forever.

Even this time she said it a little euphemistically.

Mu Wanwan pressed her blushing face and took a few steps, but this time Mr. Long did not hold her back.

Her heart was originally a little empty. When Mu Wanwan walked into the cave, she couldn't help but turned her head back. Through the curtain, she saw that Long had his eyebrows drooped and the skin exposed outside was all red.

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little relieved, and felt less shy. He used his spiritual power to get Meng Meng out of the mustard seed space.

It was more restrained now, perhaps because it had gained some wisdom and started to pay attention to its own cleanliness. It used to play with the spirit chickens, but now it just kept a distance from them.

I don't know who it looks like, but it occasionally combs its falling feathers.

When Mu Wanwan took it out, Mr. Long had also calmed down. As soon as he stepped in, Mengmeng sneezed. Mu Wanwan didn't hold Mengmeng firmly, so Maoju flapped its wings a few times and slapped a certain dragon's face.

Mu Wanwan: ""

Mr. Long: ""

Maoju knew it had done something wrong. When it met the dragon's gaze, it ran to Mu Wanwan in fear and hugged her thighs.

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and met a pair of wavy eyes.

"Okay, don't be mean to it."

She touched the big Maoju and took out a fruit to coax it.

A certain dragon who was told not to be cruel said: "

Mr. Long feels wronged, and Mr. Long feels sad."

Before Long could get over the sweet joy of his wife's suspected confession, he was hit hard.

He used to think that it would be better to have more eggs, but now

he just wants to have the process of giving birth to baby dragons.

Mr. Long's eyes averted a little, and his face, which had finally stopped being so red, turned red again.

He looked at Mu Wanwan who was gently comforting Mao Jiu. He wiped the cute fallen white hair on his cheeks with his slender fingers. He shook Mao Jiu's ears in aggrieved manner. He walked to her, squeezed Jiu away, and said with a cold face, "I didn't hurt it."

Mu Wanwan said: ""

She really wanted to say that Mr. Long, your expression now is a bit scary.

"Okay, no danger." Mu Wanwan was a little helpless, and after she finished speaking, she saw that as her voice fell, the dark eyebrows and eyes of a certain dragon gradually relaxed.

She saw him smile at her, revealing his rare little pear-shaped swirls.

Flirting with her again, too much!

The man and the dragon were like an ordinary couple, kissing each other carefully, and then in the slightly desolate cave, they discussed when to leave and what to take away if they left.

Although the future is so uncertain, and there seems to be endless storms and battles, but at least at this moment, during this lunch time, their days seem very peaceful.

The food he brought back this time was delicious, maybe because Mr. Long ate with her, the shrimp tasted very sweet. In

the following time, neither the man nor the dragon rested. They seemed to have a tacit understanding that did not need to be expressed. One worked hard to cultivate and restore his strength, and the other worked hard to make pills to solve the worries of the future.

However, occasionally when they were free, their eyes exchanged and they saw each other, and they felt that the fatigue was like a floating cotton cloud, which dissipated at once.

Maoju was also very obedient. During the day, he ate and played, and at night he slept =_=!

He was a real lazy eater. Except for the occasional use of the pill fire by Mu Wanwan to catch him and use him as a strong man to spray fire for a while, his life was leisurely.

Moreover, Mengmeng's old father liked to bring back fresh ingredients every day, so his food was better than when he was in the mansion before, and he had grown into a super fat Maoju.

Fortunately, the fire-breathing ability has become stronger, otherwise Mu Wanwan would have disliked it.

Looking at the freshly-made third-level Ningxue Dan, Mu Wanwan rubbed her sour eyes.

The sound of Mr. Long standing up came to her ears, and Mu Wanwan opened her misty eyes to look at him, "What's wrong?"

According to her calculation of time, it should have been more than 30 hours since she woke up from her last sleep.

"Siren." A little golden light flashed in Mr. Long's eyes. He walked to her side, bent down and kissed her forehead, "Don't look."

He seemed to have got some new tricks to tease and comfort his wife. Although he was still shy, he was more proactive.

Mu Wanwan stood up and took his hand, "I'll go too."

Mr. Long held her hand tightly with his big hand, without saying anything. Only the broken corners on his forehead suddenly appeared, and gradually became translucent.

Just like the previous times, he wrapped her up completely, forming a spiritual shield.

"I will worry." His voice concealed the fear of not wanting to be discovered, but his face was as calm as ever.

She didn't know about his dark and bloody past, and he had always been just a weak image in front of her.

Mr. Long knew it, and because of this, he became more worried, worried that she would see him when he went on a killing spree. Even if she accepted it, she would inevitably feel uncomfortable. He was really worried about her and didn't want her to see the scene of killing.

But Mr. Long would never know how bad his acting skills were.

The flashing eyes, the eyes that dared not look directly at her, and the slightly drooping corners of his lips all said clearly that he was hiding something from her.

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless, but there were not enough clues. She was not sure what Mr. Long was hiding from her, and she didn't have to go out.

She was indeed very weak now, and might cause trouble.

Moreover, she felt that if she insisted on going, Mr. Long would be about to cry_(:3」∠)_

"Okay." Mu Wanwan pointed at Maoju on the ground, "Bring Mengmeng in as well."

Mr. Long paused, and under Mu Wanwan's gaze, he created a small spiritual power shield to cover Feiju.

Even if Long had to leave his wife, he would never give her to Feiju, haha.

Mu Wanwan: ""

He doesn't want her to be with him, nor does he want her to be with Maoju. Is Long going to let her wait for him to come back alone?

Mu Wanwan watched as Mr. Long's palms gradually turned into sharp claws, and his bald ears and missing tail were revealed, turning into the fighting appearance of Mr. Little Dragon that Mu Wanwan had seen before. He

looked more powerful, and most of the withered yellow scales that he had seen for the first time had fallen off. The tender scales on Mr. Little Dragon's tail that was used to maintain balance, which were easily scratched and bleeding, were now covered with densely arranged golden scales.

His eyes were just as sharp as in his memory, and he still used his turtle hair to tidy up his clothes that were torn after the transformation, and looked down at his shoes that were accidentally torn.

He was a little embarrassed, and there was hidden worry under his dark eyebrows. He pretended to be indifferent and glanced at Mu Wanwan, but saw that he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Mu Wanwan pointed to the freshly brewed pill on the table, "Come back soon."

Mr. Long blinked his long eyelashes lightly, curled his lips towards her, took the pill, and his eyes were full of stars, "Okay."

Mu Wanwan watched his back disappear from her sight, and then she found that she didn't know if she was blocked by something this time. She couldn't hear the sounds outside, and she couldn't move her body.

Was he afraid that she would go out?

Mu Wanwan was actually a little unhappy. She knew that Mr. Long didn't want her to hear the uncomfortable sounds of fighting, and she also knew that it was a bit embarrassing for Long to go out to fight and bring his family with him, but she just couldn't control her sadness.

Why didn't he want her to go with him?

Mu Wanwan looked a little angrily at the fat guy who was still sleeping and knew nothing about what was happening outside. After waiting for a while, instead of calming down, she became more and more worried.

The scream of the siren last time was still echoing in her ears, and it took Mr. Long some time to deal with it. What if there are many this time and he gets hurt?

He will definitely pretend that he doesn't feel any pain at all.

Just like before.

But things don't always go as expected. Mu Wanwan fell into an endless wait again. The time was stretched out. When she cultivated a new snowflake and Mr. Long hadn't come back yet, the feeling of anxiety had surpassed everything.

She wanted to use her spiritual power to spread out, but before the spiritual power spread out, she felt the cave trembled. She slipped uncontrollably and saw some small stones falling in front of her. They were small, but seemed to carry great power and hit her heart hard.

Stupid dragon, stupid dragon, stupid dragon.

Is it very difficult to entangle?

She bit her lip hard and tried to get up, trying to use her spiritual power to probe out.

The spiritual power shield was glowing, and her wood-type spiritual power was absorbed almost instantly.

What to do?

Consciousness, can consciousness be probed out?

Mu Wanwan closed her eyes and tried to guide the still weak consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness to spread outward.

"!" She tried more than ten times and her face turned pale in pain.

The consciousness finally spread out, but she was useless. That little bit of consciousness only swirled around a dozen centimeters in front of her forehead. It couldn't go out at all, let alone see Mr. Long.

"Liar."

Mu Wanwan was very uncomfortable, her lips were shaking a little because of the pain, and she closed her eyes and calculated the time.

She had been waiting for nearly an hour.

This Long was a liar. Every time he said he would come back, he never came back. She would never believe him again. But, please don't let anything happen. Please don't let anything happen.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were a little red, and she felt that the world was gradually filled with sounds again. Someone

was calling her Madam slowly.

It was Mr. Long's voice.

She suddenly opened her eyes and met his eyes that were still shining with golden light. There were drops of blood on his forehead, which looked scary.

"Don't cry." Long saw her curled up with her eyes closed. She must be extremely scared.

But the dragon was very powerful. In fact, these few troublesome third-level monsters and nearly a hundred sirens were nothing. It was just a little painful, and this cave could no longer be lived in.

He was just afraid of disturbing her, but she was still a little scared. It was because Long didn't control his strength.

"They all ran away." Mr. Long said in a low voice, as if he understood her fear. "They were very weak."

Mu Wanwan saw that his neck was scratched by the sharp weapon of the sea monster, and his clothes were tattered. But there were only blood beads on his handsome face. His lips were trembling with pain, but he still said that those enemies were very weak. He glared at Long angrily.

But she was very anxious and her eyes were blurred with tears. Mr. Long saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, and his heart almost melted at this sight.

She cried in fear.

“Don’t be afraid.” Mr. Long wanted to reach out and wipe her tears, but when he thought about his concern that his wife was too scared and his hands were not clean, he retracted his big hand and squatted in front of her, half-pleasuring, “Don’t cry.”

Mu Wanwan was really angry and cried, raising her hands to cover her eyes. Did Long think she was afraid? ? ?

She was not afraid of him at the beginning, and now they are just some sea monsters. Even if they are ugly, she will not be very scared.

Mu Wanwan was simply speechless. She wanted to turn her back and ignore him, but when she saw the wounds on his body, she felt distressed.

She covered her face, and Long became anxious again, and kept saying, “Be good”, “Don’t be afraid”, and then

Mu Wanwan became even angrier:)