Chapter 179 Disability
Mianmian was not riding on the dragon's back, but on the dragon's head.
The giant dragon had eyes as big as his own, and there were just two horns on its head, which allowed Mianmian to sit on top of his head and hold one of them with her hands and feet.
He was a super cute pendant on the pitch-black dragon - this is what Raikiri thought when he dived to the surface of the sea and saw his reflection.
He was in such a good mood that he couldn't help but burp a smoky burp while gliding over the sea, heating the sea water to warm and sending up hot steam.
Mianmian didn't say a word the whole time.
His heart was beating very fast, and he was glad that he had just done some housework to digest the food, otherwise he would have vomited it out now - it was too stimulating.
How could an omega who had been raised in captivity have ever experienced something like this? The most thrilling ride he had ever experienced was the pirate ship at the amusement park. When the intense feeling of weightlessness hit him, Mianmian really thought his heart would jump out of his mouth.
However, after getting used to this speed, the surging adrenaline made his body tremble with excitement.
So cool, Mianmian thought.
There's nothing more exhilarating than flying on a dragon.
Raikiri actually didn't show off his skills. He was already flying very slowly and steadily, with almost no tilt, just for fear of throwing the little cutie above his head off.
First, he glided from the cliff to the sea surface with the help of the wind. After flying steadily for a while, he felt that Mianmian had gradually adapted, and then Raikiri began to fly upwards.
He used some techniques. Instead of going straight up, he circled at a large angle and took Mianmian to have a good look at the sea.
"It's so blue." Mianmian couldn't think of anything poetic to say, so she could only sigh, "It's so blue."
"It's indeed blue." The same color as Jophiel's eyes.
Rachel thought, if He were here at this moment, He would definitely feel that the floaters would be even worse.
Jophiel always said that he was the black bug in his eye, and Rachel and him had a special problem.
When they rose to a certain height, wisps of mist caressed Mianmian's cheeks. Mianmian was still looking at the sunset glow in the distance, but heard Mr. Julong telling him to look down.
"No, I'm scared!" Mianmian hugged her horns tightly.
Lei Qie advised him: "Don't be afraid, just take a look, you believe me."
Mianmian then looked down doubtfully - it turned out that they had passed through countless fluffy white clouds and were now above the clouds.
The giant dragon flapped its wings and hovered in the air.
Under their feet was the azure sea and white clouds, and the small island with a hole in it looked like a moon hanging on the blue sea.
He told Mr. Dragon about his discovery.
"Those clouds do look like stars," the dragon agreed.
Mianmian felt that he understood her very well and said, "Yes, this is a painting of the reflected sky."
Mianmian's mood is extremely open.
The cold and thin oxygen at high altitude made his mind extremely clear, and it felt like there were birds fluttering in his chest.
It was a beautiful day with bright sunshine and a refreshing sea breeze.
"Mr. Dragon, did we really pass through clouds just now? Why didn't I feel anything? I thought they were soft and cotton-like."
"They just look soft. If you ask me, you are the real soft one."
As it spoke, the dragon took him to a huge cloud not far away. Mianmian watched as the distance got closer and closer, and the white cloud turned from soft cotton to thin gray mist.
It turns out that clouds really aren't marshmallows. Mianmian was a little disappointed, just a little.
Because the light moving from afar penetrates the clouds and dyes them into gradient colors, it doesn’t matter if it’s not a marshmallow, it can be a three-color glutinous rice dumpling.
The strange association made Mianmian burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" the dragon asked him.
"I'm not laughing at anything - I'm just very happy so I can't help laughing." Mianmian replied.
"It would be great if life could always be this leisurely and happy." The little omega had some insights into life. "Now I understand why you chose to retire here... uh, take a vacation. This place is really beautiful."
The dragon curled his lips and said, "I'm young, in the prime of my life." He didn't care much about Mianmian's misunderstanding and quickly added, "But you're right, this place is indeed beautiful."
The weather was still a little cold, and when they heard Mianmian start to sniff softly, the dragon announced that the walk was over and it was time for them to go back.
"When the sun comes in a while later, it won't be so comfortable."
"Okay, let's go back then."
The descent was inevitably a dive, and the dragon had tried its best to take a long detour and fly very slowly, but after landing, he climbed down slowly and tremblingly. When the dragon saw him, it almost couldn't help but spit dragon breath on his face - it was really funny!
The little cutie's hair was completely frizzy and flying up on top of his head. Combined with his already round face, he looked like a pointed onion.
Mianmian didn't realize her sudden change of appearance. With her legs weak, she thanked the dragon: "Thank you, Mr. Dragon, thank you for showing me such a beautiful scenery. Is your bloating better?"
"Much better," the dragon said with a stifled laugh. Ever since he'd finished that sparking burp and felt the cool breeze, he felt completely better. "It's almost noon now, so you can take the afternoon off—this morning counts as your shift. I'm in a good mood today, so I'd like to take a nap this afternoon."
"Okay." There was nothing for Mianmian to refuse.
He finished his work in the morning and made his employer happy, which shows that he is really capable at work.
For this, I got a whole day of rest.
"Well, good afternoon." As he said that, the dragon flapped its wings again and flew to the other side of the island.
Raikiri really needs to catch up on some sleep and rest for a while to see when he can regain his human form.
He now even suspected that he was cursed like the orcs, which was why he could not transform back into human form.
But he still had his rationality, and after expending some energy, Raikiri was no longer as irritable as he had been in the early morning.
Raikiri returned to the temple and fell asleep in front of the golden mountain.
As far as he knew, there were also dragons on the island in the other sea, but they were not of the same kind as his.
Those dragons are much smaller and also like shiny treasures, and will sleep on gold coins.
But they are not as rich as me - this is what Rachel thought before falling asleep.
He hoped to have a special dream today, not one of countless treasures but an ocean where he couldn't fly away.
He hopes to dream of Mianmian.
"call--"
The dragon's breath, laden with sparks, sprayed onto the temple's walls, but was blocked by protective magic, preventing the island known as the Holy Mountain from being burned by the dragon's flames.
No one knew that this dragon, which was thousands of years old, had only two mouths, but was still a pure virgin dragon.
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Raikiri was on a business trip, and Mianmian had no mood to cook - or rather, he didn't know how to cook, so at most he could help out.
In the White Tower, the omegas' bridal classes cover all aspects of life, but not housework, because none of the alphas who can get them are so poor that they need their wives to do housework.
Cleaning the house was something Mianmian learned on her own after her last time traveling through time and space, when she was living alone.
There was no one to cook with him, and Mianmian didn't like to eat complicated food at this stage. In addition, the morning flight had consumed a lot of his physical energy. At this moment, he was lazily lying on the table, supporting his face with one hand, and chewing on an apple.
Apple, apple, you are an ordinary fruit like beta. If there were strawberries, I would definitely not eat you - thinking of this, Mianmian ate it with great relish.
Every few seconds, he would use his ring finger and little finger to turn the pages of the book.
He was reading a book that introduced the customs and culture of various small towns on the mainland. It had beautiful pictures and very few words, but it was enough for him to understand where each famous town was and what it produced.
He watched with great interest and secretly made up his mind to find an opportunity to go and see it.
Mianmian had a premonition that he would probably stay here and not wear it again. This was a magical world like a fairy tale, and Mianmian actually liked it very much.
After reading the travel notes, eating an apple and drinking a lot of water, Mianmian was ready to take a nap.
He now understood why Mr. Julong said he liked to be active at night and sleep during the day. It was because the island was so sunny and hot during the day.
The sunlight is so bright that it is impossible to open your eyes.
Mianmian went to work at the temple at noon yesterday. Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine that if he had been hanging out outside at two or three in the afternoon, his skin would have been sunburned.
After simply rinsing his mouth and showering his feet, he jumped onto the bed, pulled up a little quilt to cover his belly, and began to fall asleep.
Omegas subconsciously know that their important organs must not get cold and must be well protected.
He even placed his hands very neatly on both sides, not wanting to press any smaller ones on his reproductive cavity which was brewing a tide.
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Raikichi dreamed of Mianmian as he wished.
Unlike the happy scenes he had experienced with Mianmian over the past two days, he dreamed of Mianmian struggling in the water.
No, it wasn't a struggle. The little person was stuck in the bathtub. His body was strangely flushed, but his face was calm.
Raikiri tried to reach out for him, but couldn't, his hand going through Mianmian's body and even through the water.
What's going on? Rachel was confused.
He looked around and found that the decoration here was very unfamiliar to him, and outside - the sensitive Mr. Dragon smelled many different smells.
It was sweet and fragrant, but Mr. Dragon didn't like it.
He only liked the smell of Mianmian, but now it was blocked by the bath water and he couldn't smell it much.
Seeing that Mianmian's condition was getting worse and worse, and there was a very strange calmness on his face, Raikiri was very panicked and tried to use magic to rescue him.
Don’t really drown my wife! Rachel was anxious.
In a panic, a small string of electricity sparked across the room, and a black hole appeared in the bathtub.
As a giant dragon carrying the world on its back, Raikiri was actually a boss who could swallow everything in the setting of a certain creator girl. However, the girl later did not like the tragic setting and forcibly changed Raikiri into a giant dragon that mastered magic.
The dragon was raised by the three brothers and placed in the Holy Mountain, but they only asked him to guard the passage and maintain the stability of this world.
Now, in his dreams, he is intertwined with the endless time and space of the past.
The black hole flickered and the person in the bathtub disappeared.
In a low-tech world, Raiki and Mianmian appeared in a rental house together. Holding Mianmian who was soaked in water, Raiki felt fear for the first time.
No matter where this is, I have to take care of my wife first.
So Raqie carried Mianmian to the bedroom, found a piece of cloth and tried to wipe the water off Mianmian's body.
This wipe revealed a problem - why was Mianmian's body structure different from the human boys he knew?
Does Mianmian have any disability?
Raikiri poked tentatively.
Before he could figure it out, there was a loud thunder and the dragon woke up from its dream.
It's raining on the island.
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