When Mr. Long quietly waited for his wife to return, one hand was leaned against Mengmeng, hairy and itchy.
The snow outside was a bit heavy, and the courtyard was quiet, but it was not dead. He closed his eyes gently, letting go of his light consciousness, and the entire lonely palace slowly enlarged by his only residence--
The messy burning grass in the kitchen was well collected and put together. Many spices were neatly placed on the cabinets. The Lingmi rice was placed on the next layer, a small bag. The nest of the three little chicken cubs was placed in the kitchen with warm stones in the cage. They were squeezing into a ball, and they didn't know what game they were playing.
There is a piece of land without stone slabs behind the kitchen in the partial hall. The soil inside was dug almost, and a shovel was placed next to it.
There was a blood stain in the corner of the wall, which she had accidentally left behind, and it had become dark red.
Through the long corridor, you can reach the main room, just like this one, her traces and smells are everywhere.
The yard is quite big, but it is quite empty, but now it has been planted with a lot of plant seedlings, most of which are under the eaves. One or two plants are out of bounds. With the wind blowing, snow fell on the buds.
Ah, she also has sloppy times.
A smile flickered under his eyes, and Mr. Long moved his legs carefully. The pain from the bones due to the curse made his cheek pale.
These days, he is actually much better. The time to wake up is getting longer. The fifth piece of pronuclear fragments is about to be connected. Only most of the spiritual power is still sealed. It is too extravagant to fly or relieve pain. .
After all, he still has no way to obtain the spirit stone, and his previous accumulation has been plundered in that battle.
He is, however, raised by his wife.
To save.
After a while, he tried to go outside and get something back.
Thinking of the man's appearance, Mr. Long even felt that the pain had alleviated a little, and her slippers were pointed at her toes, and most of her soles were exposed.
Mr. Long's cheeks burned, his feet were big, and his wife forgot to buy him shoes.
When the dragon moved, Mao Chiu's warm back was gone, and he was still planting on the table with a small chirp, but he stubbornly did not wake up and still slept soundly.
Mengmeng is still very small and needs a long time to sleep every day.
Mr. Long didn't care about it. He supported the table coldly with both hands. The light blue clothes swayed in the breeze. His powerful legs once seemed to be broken bones. From his fingertips, he pierced meridians all the way. His muscles were stiff and moving. It is pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.
This looks like a good leg, but it has rotted from the inside.
Without using spiritual force, he could only rely on the strength of his arm to move it little by little, better than a mortal and worse than a lame man.
Mr. Long's knuckles were white, and he finally "walked" out of the range of the table, but there was still a long distance away from the door. The pain had made his forehead ooze dense sweat beads.
He turned sideways and glanced at himself in the bronze mirror in front of the closet-
The face is full of terrible cursed lines, like flowing black and red blood, densely distributed in all directions, from the forehead to the collar. The long hair of the temples was wet and attached to the face, in stark contrast to the pale face that was not covered by the curse mark. The lips are bluish purple, the forehead is gritty, ugly, like a monster.
Mr. Long's pupils shrunk. He knew he looked ugly now, but he had never seen himself like this.
He looks like this. Where does the confidence come from that his wife means something different to him?
After all, the self in her eyes has always been like this.
It wasn't that he was deceiving himself, but a dragon with scars and disability.
The bottom of my eyes was filled with deep emotions, and Mr. Long suddenly felt disgusted-
She did her utmost to take care of him, not to be ugly, not to be troubled by him, but he relied on her kindness and her unguardedness, and tried to get closer and closer to her every day.
But he.
He wanted to drag her to hell together.
Mr. Long looked at the slightly distorted face in the bronze mirror, and his heart grew dark, giving out a broken gasp from his throat.
He did not fully protect her with complete assurance.
But that is, greedy, hateful, selfish and overbearing want to be with her.
The desire to possess her is stronger than the desire for anything.
There was cold sweat in the palm of my hand, and there was sudden pain in the place where the curvy leg was directly cursed. The curse that has been suppressed was taking advantage of the opportunity to want to interrupt the fifth prokaryotic he was about to connect successfully. The legs under the gown turned into a dragon's tail, and the scales quickly turned yellow, cutting off the obscene pants.
Mr. Long's long eyelashes were shaking, and his lips slowly overflowed with blood.
His stained blood stained the ground, the scales on his face were looming, his eyes flickered for a few seconds, and he quickly recovered to clarity. Mr. Long struggled to maintain the Qingming, rushed into the yard, raised his hand to seal the door of the room, brought a strong cold wind, and directly blown Mengmeng from the table to the wall.
The fat chirp hit the wall with a "slap" and then fell to the ground. The little butt hit the cold floor, and jumped up with a painful chirp.
This bad dragon threw and tweeted!
Mengmeng was particularly grieved. He humanizedly raised his small wings and wiped the corners of his eyes. He crawled up and gritted his teeth. He wanted to find a dragon. The fog's scales hit his head.
Mengmeng was terrified, and suddenly felt dizzy, and felt that the black mist was sucked in by it, and Mengmeng suddenly hurt, and it tweeted weakly towards the half-open window-
There was already a huge creature covered by a huge creature. Mengmeng could only see many blood stains rolling down from the huge scales. The rich bloody smell made it feel like it had returned to the time when it had just broken its shell.
All the chirps playing with it in the woods were killed.
Mengmeng...
Mengmeng also hurts.
"Tweet, tweet."
Wanwan, it would be nice if it was in the corner, Mengmeng thought that she was going to die, and she could not breathe.
It wanted to rub her again, and opened her bright yellow beak vigorously, turning her body hard, facing the small nest that Mu Wanwan had made for her, and tears fell for the first time in her big eyes.
......
In the yard, the sound of scales falling off, hitting the ground, accompanied by the painful Long Yin. If it was not Mr. Long who arranged the formation before, such an unpleasant smell of such a large battle might be discovered within three minutes. .
However, due to the formation of the formation, people who have not stepped within 10 meters of the palace are not aware of the anomaly.
This rebound of the curse caused by the connection of the fifth pronucleus lasted for nearly two hours. The entire yard was stained red. Unfortunately, all the seedlings poured by the blood were dead.
The huge dragon exhausted physical strength and energy and successfully connected the fifth piece of pronuclear fragments.
If it wasn't for the spiritual plant that his wife had fed during this time to relieve the curse, perhaps he had already fractured the pronucleus and exploded. Even so, he is not much better now. Most of the meridians are broken. Although the curse is temporarily restrained, it will take some time to repair.
Before Mr. Long relieved himself from the severe pain, he noticed a familiar breath, dressed in hats, and approached little by little.
She has come back.
The heart tightened violently, and the inexplicable panic spread instantly. The huge dragon couldn't care about the falling scales, narrowing the body bit by bit, but still, it was too slow.
too slow.
--Mu Wanwan, carrying her back basket, said goodbye to the red leaves and was hurried towards the yard.
She thought about it and waited to go back and check the situation of Long and Chi, and then went to the kitchen to stew the bones of the newly purchased Tier 3 Ling Niu. Then do some housework, nurture Ling Zhi, and watch time to make another medicine.
It is harder to dry clothes when it snows. Newly bought clothes must be washed before they can be worn.
Mu Wanwan was a bit worried, and her footsteps made a shallow mark in the snow. She is now a third-order monk, and her control of "force" has reached a certain level. Although she is not an attack-like spiritual force, As long as the wood-based spiritual power is used properly, it can also be easily lifted to light weight.
It's just that she's not very skilled yet, only that she feels a lot lighter than before.
Mu Wanwan quickly walked into the palace and came to the courtyard-
I don't know if it's her illusion, how she feels today is very different from before. Just when she was close to the hospital door, the tip of her nose was full of blood, and the sky seemed darker.
Mu Wanwan felt very bad in his heart, raised his head, and only caught the shadow of a fuzzy giant beast, the sky returned to light gray, and the snow slowly fell, as if everything just now was an illusion.
There was a sound of heavy objects falling on his ears, and Mu Wan bended an excitement. Without thinking, he shook his hand and opened the heavy door lock, and pushed the door open.
The overwhelming bloody air hit, accompanied by the blood-stained snowflakes that were washed up, she blew off the hat she was carrying, blew away the long hair she was holding, and became a bloody wind, hitting on her cheek The wet touch touched her plain dress with dark red spots.
Mu Wanwan feels that the world in front of him has changed from gray to snowy,
She was fascinated by the rising snowflakes, raised her hand to block the strong wind that stung her cheeks, and tried to see the scenery in front of her, only to see the blurred figure and the yellow scales falling all over the sky.
She reached out and grabbed a piece, but there was a pain in her palm.
The pupil shrinks, Mu Wanwan bends a huge wave at the bottom of his heart, which is Mr. Long's scales.
These are his blood?
She ran in two steps anxiously, the courtyard door was closed behind her, and the whole person was pressed by the airflow. On the door, her spine slammed on the doorknob, and she couldn't stand the pain.
There were physiological tears in the corners of the eyes, Mu Wanwan looked a little embarrassed as the mist spread out across the courtyard, and a blurry light blue brocade floated in front of her. She could see clearly the person standing in the middle of the messy courtyard-
Ink hair shawls, broken corners, and hairy ears were dyed red, and the scary black and red lines were all over the face.
Everything is familiar to her.
Except for the pair,
The dark bottom pupil.