Aunt Yun nodded. Although she wanted to see Mu Wanwan as soon as possible and become stronger to help, her curse had just been cleared, her talent was less than half of what it was before, and her strength had just recovered to the first level. It was useless to be anxious.

She wanted to ask more questions when she heard the regular cry of a little fox from outside the secret room. It was a detective fox from the nine-tailed fox clan.

Everyone looked at each other, and Jiuqing opened the small hole in the barrier. A palm-sized pocket fox immediately drilled in and turned into a human form.

"Princess, the Special Life Alliance has sent the latest information."

Jiuqing took the information, scanned it quickly, and sneered.

Uncle Chen and the others had complicated expressions after seeing this. Jiuqing pressed her rosy lips with her white fingers, her eyes revealing undisguised hatred and urgency. "The Sun-Eating Rat Clan is really short-sighted, and so are the royal family. I wonder if they tasted the sweetness from the previous deal with Ao Qin, and now they are shamelessly trying to curry favor with Ao Qin, bringing shame to the demon clan."

"The previous demon king was really blind to support such a race that is worse than pigs and dogs." After Jiuqing said this, she felt that she had no qualifications to say that others were blind. After all, she had been blind too.

She didn't kill Ao Xue, but locked the dragon in the magic weapon and carried it with her just to delay time. After all, if he died, the dragon in the Qinglong Ancestral Hall would find him, and it would be bad if the Qinglong Voice Transmission Order became unusable.

Uncle Chen thought for a moment and analyzed calmly, "In fact, the behavior of the Sun-Eating Rat Tribe is not surprising. The demon tribe has not had a phoenix born for a long time, and the resources have been getting worse in the past few thousand years. Without the phoenix, the various tribes are dissatisfied and the power struggle is severe. At this time, if they can get the support of the Dragon Tribe and wait for the encirclement and suppression plan to succeed, they will definitely get a share of the pie. At least the Sun-Eating Rat Tribe can get some resources." "

And the reduction in the Sun-Eating Rat Tribe's military strength is also a good thing for us. Then our plan will be postponed for half a day and will be carried out in the early morning of the day after tomorrow." Uncle Chen tapped the table, "It's just that Wanwan and her husband will have a harder time."

The demon tribe sent troops to join the search, and Mu Wanwan and the others had fewer places to go.

"Then what should they do? They should not have let Wanwan and the dragon go." The uncle who had been silent could not hold back any more. "They have been suffering all the time."

Jiuqing also pressed her forehead, feeling a little depressed.

Maybe she was moved by the dragon's tears, or maybe Mu Wanwan's determination to leave reminded her of her past self, so she let Mr. Long take Mu Wanwan away. They

didn't even have time to leave a voice transmission order, but the fewer people know where they are, the better, so that if they fail, their whereabouts will not be exposed if their souls are searched.

——The man and the dragon that everyone was worried about have also arrived at their new residence.

It is an island that is even closer to the demon world.

To be precise, it is a very small island.

Mr. Long led her along the seabed. It was very dark. She could not see anything except some glowing fish occasionally passing by her. Mr. Long was very fast, but the journey was a bit long. Mu Wanwan

felt like a fish that had been soaked for a long time. When she got ashore, her legs were weak and she felt a little unwell.

"Madam, what's wrong?" Mr. Long set up a barrier and illusion around her. When he turned around, he saw Mu Wanwan holding a sea stone, with a pale face.

Mu Wanwan looked at the energetic dragon, and waved her hands to show that she was fine, resisting the dizziness in her mind. She was probably just a little seasick...

When she recovered a little, Mu Wanwan quickly got Mengmeng out of the mustard seed space.

Mengmeng was also like a soft-footed shrimp, with two thin legs supporting her fat body, walking in an S-shaped route, standing for about ten seconds before falling to the ground gloriously.

Mu Wanwan wanted to laugh a little, and thought of picking it up in front, but as soon as the support of Hai Shi was left, it was no different from Mengmeng.

A low laugh came from her ears. When Mu Wanwan was about to give up, she felt a force on her waist. Mr. Long simply lifted her up and held her horizontally. "Are you tired?"

Mu Wanwan subconsciously hugged his neck tightly. "Not bad."

The considerate Mr. Long did not expose the wife's stubborn words, but just agreed with her. "Well, the wife is very good."

Mu Wanwan: "

She is not angry with this Long.

"Are you staying outside tonight?" Mu Wanwan tried to ignore Mr. Long's arm resting on her legs.

"No need." Mr. Long's fine hair swayed with the movement, but it still couldn't cover his handsome face that was gradually turning red.

The wife's waist

is so thin.

The legs are also weak.

"Chiu!"

Seeing the man and the dragon walking farther and farther away, Mengmeng, who was a little weak because she was locked in the mustard space for too long, fell to the ground and was ignored, and made an angry and miserable chirp.

Mu Wanwan woke up immediately and breathed a sigh of relief. She pushed Mr. Long's warmed arm and took the opportunity to jump out of his arms.

"Mengmeng, come here quickly."

So in the end, Mr. Long, who was unable to continue to show much boyfriend power and was forced to carry Chiu: " "

They stopped in a good place with many trees around. Mr. Long asked her, "How is it here?"

Mu Wanwan was a little dazed and only answered, "It's okay."

Then she saw a dragon throw Chiu away, and the big palm turned into a claw.

An idea suddenly came to his mind, and Mu Wanwan grabbed his arm, "Wait, Mr. Long, are you going to build a house?" Mr.

Long's eyes sparkled, "Yeah."

Based on some self-esteem, Mr. Long explained, "I'm good at building a house."

Mu Wanwan's nose was a little sour, and thinking of Mr. Long's previous shabby house, he still couldn't bear to leave, so he said, "Then I'll go with you."

Mr. Long hesitated . After a while, he quickly cleared a small space, and then put the stools and tables that he had brought back. A pair of phoenix eyes signaled her to sit there, "I'll be quick, Madam, please wait for me on the side."

Mu Wanwan: ""

She was a little helpless, Mr. Long came forward, bent down and touched her forehead, and put a layer of spiritual power shield on her, "Wait for me."

Mr. Wan softened again, she really had no way to deal with the little sweet dragon who was good at acting coquettish.

As soon as she sat down, she felt dust rolling up in front of her, leaves and stones flying in the air, her dragon movements were rough, but very delicate, and a beautiful cabin quickly took shape in her eyes.

When the dust settled, Mu Wanwan saw the dragon with a smile in his eyes, and he came to her with his sleeves fluttering.

"Okay."

Mr. Long took her hand and said softly, "Our temporary home."

His voice was very gentle, and when he said the word "home", it was so gentle that it seemed like he had turned into a dragon.

Mu Wanwan held his hand back, looked at Mr. Long's house in front of her, which was only magnified many times, and nodded vigorously, "Yeah."

The house was also simple inside, but it was much bigger, and it was divided into several small rooms. Although they might only live there for a few days, Mr. Long did not slack off.

After the interior was decorated, it looked really good.

Mengmeng also had a very small room, so she didn't have to squeeze with them in the future.

But

Mu Wanwan pressed his cheeks which were gradually getting hot. He didn't design two rooms, they still had to sleep together.

Although in such a day of escape, time was tight, they might not sleep together.

Maybe it was because Mr. Long had been awake for a while, now they were not as awkward as before when they were together. At least when they were together, they could gradually calm down and practice or do something else.

The furniture was soon arranged, and Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long bending over to change the quilt, and had a very strange feeling.

By the way, this quilt is the wedding quilt of the mansion

. "Madam." Long didn't know when he had made the bed, and came to her with a red face, "Kiss."

Mu Wanwan grabbed his collar and touched his lips.

Unlike when she was alone, the loneliness that lingered all the time was insignificant and not worth mentioning when she knew the other person existed.

In the quiet forest, there were cute fat chirps, the fragrance of elixir mixed with a hint of new wood, the sunlight that just rose in the morning and hit the house, and

the precious him.

The aroma of the Soul-Fixing Pill that was originally intended to ease the pain in the sea of ​​consciousness wafted out from the furnace. Mu Wanwan opened her eyes and looked at Mr. Long, who was sitting opposite her with a slightly surprised expression. A glimmer of light flashed across her eyes, as if the difficulties that had been oppressing them these days were nothing.

In this world, there was only something that she loved and was willing to sacrifice her life for.

She did not notice that the wood-type spiritual power that she had previously controlled perfectly without wasting a single bit, now seemed like an endless stream of water, falling on the new seeds that she had taken out to cultivate next to her, lighting up new green buds.

She was about to break through.

Looking at the spiritual plants that were growing rapidly in the room, Mr. Long also reacted quickly and began to pour spiritual stones into the room.

He filled up most of the room in one breath before he stopped moving temporarily.

Mr. Long, who had been watching his wife refining the elixir and practicing some things in his mind to prepare for the future, began to panic.

He began to worry that there were not enough spiritual stones.

When he broke through, he happened to be in a spiritual vein, so he didn't know how many spiritual stones he had used. What if their reserves were not enough?

Mr. Long's eyelashes drooped, and the worry in his eyes could not be hidden. Those green spots fell on his body, bringing a little strange feeling. There was no pain from the collision of different kinds of spiritual power, but a kind of pleasure that made him gradually relax.

He looked at Mu Wanwan, who was absorbing spiritual power quickly in front of him, and the arc of his thin lips.

"Chirp~" Mengmeng bathed in the green light that made her feel comfortable and also made a small chirping sound.