The huge dragon was dimly shrouded in the faint black mist, with ferocious broken horns on the forehead, and the dragon's whiskers bent into a beautiful shape.

The mist was surging, and the dragon turned into a tall man.

Mr. Long pressed his forehead, put away the broken horns and ears, and checked that the bleeding tail had been put away. He swallowed a pill made by his wife, and after a while he was pale and handsome on his cheeks. Some blood was restored.

Today's cultivation progress is good, and the strength has improved a lot. The pronucleus can be connected only a little bit, and the next time the cultivation should not be so painful, the strength has also recovered a lot, although it has not returned to the peak strength, at least not Will be afraid of going head-to-head with any dragon.

However, even if the fragmented pronucleus is connected, there are still cracks. This situation will become more and more serious with the passage of time. He wants to give her a stable and normal life, and wants to walk with her on the road openly. If you don't worry about those pesky dragons, you must get stronger power.

Thinking of her, Mr. Long's originally cold and ice-like expression has also eased a little. This battle with the sea monster has consumed some of his physical strength and spiritual consciousness, and the injuries from cultivation would have taken some time to repair. And the lady's condition was very poor at the time, so he thought about building a small house on this island and rested before leaving.

but......

Mr. Long raised his head and looked at the clouds gradually stained with gold rim, the roots of his ears were stained with a touch of temperature, and the wife broke through.

Those pills and the light spots like vitality alleviated the pain he secretly hid.

He moved in his heart and changed his mind.

Calculating the time, this period should be the days of the Mermaid Winter Market. From here, he has been at a fast pace. There should also be Xianqing Pavilion there. You can check the news again to determine if you must go to the Demon World.

The days ahead are very uncertain, and he might still die.

He had no fear of death before.

He even felt that death might be a relief for him.

Although he didn't know why he would try to survive every time he was on the verge of death, but at that time, he might only have the instinct to survive.

Now, he was a little scared.

I'm afraid that I can't see her as soon as I open my eyes, and I'm afraid that she will forget herself.

Mr. Long, who is not in front of Mu Wanwan, is not sweet at all, he probably has never been sweet before, and his eyes are full of undisguised haze.

He is always contradictory like this, wanting her to face the danger with himself, but he is reluctant to get hurt.

From the moment she came to him, she hadn't stopped struggling, repeatedly, and he himself felt very annoying.

At least, today, he wants to forget all of this.

Is he selfish, in the end, he still wants to weave a beautiful dream with her.

Some self-deprecating chuckles sounded in the air, and a short whisper, "Madam."

... When Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long coming back from the sun today, he didn't see the familiar bag of food in his hand.

That's right, Mr. Long is a decent dragon who pays attention to raising his family. Every time he comes back from hunting, he will put the cleaned ingredients into the bag and bring it back.

This time he didn't bring anything back, Mu Wanwan was a little surprised, although they didn't need much food anymore.

On the other hand, Mr. Long saw his little wife, waiting for him at the door 'weakly' holding the ball of hair, but when he saw his figure, he curled his eyebrows and smiled.

It seemed that he was looking forward to his return.

My heart was hot, and I couldn't tell what it was like. Mr. Long speeded up, and for a moment he came to Mu Wanwan, and his big palm naturally held her.

Touching the slightly cold temperature above, Mr. Long's tone was complaining that he hadn't even noticed and being happy even if he didn't pay attention, "Why are you waiting outside?"

His palm was hot, and Mu Wanwan moved slightly, slid across his rough palm, his face was a little red, "It's not cold."

She said she was not cold because she was really not cold. After all, she is now a Tier 4 monk anyway. Although she has no talent for illuminating any combat type at all, she also has the existence of a warm handbag like Mengmeng, which is a bit heavy...

"Yeah." Mr. Long warmed her hand, his eyes shifted slightly away, "I remember there is a market nearby, do you want to go?"

Mu Wanwan was a little confused: "What?"

He saw a strand of long hair hanging down from her temple, and subconsciously reached out and stroked her cheek, only feeling warm and soft to the touch.

"The market." Mr. Long's face was a little red, her shadow reflected in his sight, "It opens at night and sells some gadgets."

"And sugar."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Maybe her expression is a bit difficult to describe, Mr. Long added again, "It's delicious."

Mu Wanwan: "Okay."

When her voice fell, she felt that the dragon in front of her was looking at her with an obvious and very happy expression, and the word "expected" was written in a pair of phoenix eyes.

"Why, what's wrong?" Mr. Long was suddenly a little scared like this.

He got close for a few minutes, with his forehead resting on her forehead, and his voice was very soft, "Would you like to wear Shining Jingjing?"

Mu Wanwan: "..."

What sparkly wear! Even if she has no clothes to wear, she runs naked and wears a cute hairy bikini, she will never agree with that kind of clothes that shows her shame, and she will never wear it!

"But there are spells, only I can see." Xiaojiao's wife began to attack.

"..." Mr. Wan was embarrassed to defend.

"Good-looking." Grievance x1.

"..."

"Madam." Grievance x2.

"..."

"Want to see." Grievance x3.

"Just, just once."

"Okay." The ending is an undisguised pleasure, Mr. Long took her hand, "Which one do you want to wear?"

Mu Wanwan: "..."

... When Mu Wanwan came out of the room wearing a rainbow, she received a sincere compliment from Mr. Long, but she was not happy at all.

"Come here." He was wearing a dark black robe that Mu Wanwan picked for him. His long hair was simply tied with a light black hairband, and his fine forehead was blown up by the wind, showing that he was still wearing it. His forehead was dotted with cursing marks, his dark eyebrows slanted into the temple, and his narrow eyes looked at her for an instant, with a clear voice and a faint smile on his lips, which seemed like a mastermind.

Mu Wanwan gave the dragon a sullen look. To be honest, although the clothes looked a little ugly, the material was very good, and it was not as uncomfortable to wear as she thought, and it was still very convenient to walk.

Mr. Long cast a spell on the two of them, and then Mu Wanwan lowered his head, and she couldn't see the color on her body that suffocated her. Looking at Mr. Long again, there was no change in her eyes.

"It looks good." Mr. Long praised again, Mu Wanwan's face was blushing, what kind of bad feeling is this, is it shameful to play?

Mu Wanwan was ashamed, so he broke the jar and slammed it in reverse order, "Husband looks better than me."

Mr. Long's eyes widened slightly, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the dots of curse marks on his face, his eyes were surprised that he didn't have time to conceal. Soon, he realized that this action was wrong, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Mu Wanwan was stunned...

She never knew that he was inferior because of his appearance.

Thinking about it, she seemed to have never said something in front of him. She liked his looks very much, and loved him very much.

She thought he understood that even when she was in front of him, she had never felt inferior.

He used to be the top powerhouse in the mainland. Although he is now down and facing the danger of death, perhaps in love, as long as he likes it, he will suffer from gains and losses. Even if he is now in such a panic, her filter is still It has a thickness comparable to 800 tempered glass.

In the process of falling in love with him, those thoughts that have not been shown are not self-confident.

But, she didn't know, it turned out that he was like this too.

Even more vulnerable than her.

Her heart was sour and distressed, Mu Wanwan really wanted to rub this sensitive dragon on the ground to see how much he still concealed in his heart.

She was really helpless, she stood on tiptoe, raised her hand and gently touched his cheek, "Mr. Long, you are the best-looking dragon I have ever seen."

"You are not ugly at all."

Mu Wanwan bit her lip, and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster. He raised his eyes and saw Mr. Long staring at him closely. There was a clear water mark in Rumo's eyes, and he looked very lost.

She threw into his arms and made the first confession in her life, presenting those hidden thoughts before him, "I like you very much."

"You are already my...husband."

Never thought you were not good-looking.

I have always liked you very much.

"Ok."

Mu Wanwan felt that she was being held tightly, "Mrs. Long Ye Xinyue."

"I like it more than Madam."

The muffled voice rang in her ears, and Mu Wanwan's eyes were red with shame.

His response carefully wrapped her self-esteem.

"Alright." Mu Wanwan smiled and blinked casually, "Didn't you say you want to go to the market? I'm leaving."

"Okay." Mr. Long bent down, first kissed the corner of her eye, and then slid to his lips.

The breath is long, and after the confession, it is different but ambiguous. It is right when an adult person and a dragon kiss deeply.

As for the fat warm hand Baofeichuo, the irresponsible old father and mother have thrown them into the mustard space to raise spirit chicken cubs.

The mermaid market is not far from here, and Mr. Long and his wife came here at the busiest time.

Because of the magic, the two of them in the eyes of the mermaid are a loving couple who like to wear brightly colored (?) couple costumes!

As for the color, you can refer to Mr. Long's terrible taste.