The Dragon King is weak and helpless but can eat [Interstellar]

After knocking on the door twice, Shen Chaomu's voice came: "What's wrong?"

"I want to come and sleep."

"Outside...it's not raining."

"Huh."

"……come in."

Long Shiyu hugged the quilt happily and laid it on Shen Chaomu's bed.

Shen Chaomu was still thinking about the "undertaker", when Long Shiyu came over.

He turned his head and saw that Long Shiyu had wrapped himself tightly with the quilt, and his head was exposed. There was no gap left on the side of his body, and a silver tail sneaked out from the end.

It's almost like... a dragon.

After mopping the ground dragon, Long Shiyu, another nickname, didn't notice it.He asked his princess very concerned: "Are you feeling cold?"

"do not think so."

Long Shiyu's tail withered away.

Shen Chaomu: "...a bit cold."

Long Shiyu was happy, and quietly put his tail into his quilt, wrapping around one of his ankles, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

Dragon scales are supposed to be as cold and hard as steel, and there are subtle differences between different dragons.But maybe Long Shiyu can breathe fire, and he can only breathe fire. Now he deliberately made his tail warm, which is really comfortable.

Shen Chaomu didn't know why, but the silly dragon suddenly became happy again after wrapping around his ankle.

...But it's not a bad thing to be happy.

He put the Undertaker business behind him and turned off the lights.As soon as the lights were turned off, a scroll dragon started to move closer on the bed again, saying, "Have you been here before?"

"I came here a long time ago." Shen Chaomu said.

"What are you here for?"

"Hunting exotic beasts."

"Oh." Long Shiyu moved again, "Is there anything interesting here?"

Shen Chaomu immediately woke up: "Don't go out by yourself."

"It'll be fine. I've been here before, and several times."

"Why did you come to such a place?"

"It's just wandering around. I worked here last time I came here."

"work to earn a living?"

"Well, there is a gang here that is hiring security guards, so I went to apply for it."

Shen Chaomu thought it was funny: "Just looking for security guards because of the virtues of those people here? It's just thugs."

"It should be, but then they defaulted on their wages, so I quit." Thinking of this, Long Shiyu still felt angry.

"What else did you do?"

"Quite a lot. I worked as a typist and got fired for sleeping too much. I also worked as a cook and got fired for stealing too much food. But, but I'm sure I can make a lot of money and become kind As rich as ever."

Shen Chaomu: "..." He thought of Long Shiyu's food expenses, probably all his salary would be spent on it.He sincerely sighed: "It's not easy for you."

"No, I think I'm doing well." Long Shiyu said seriously.

Shen Chaomu reached out and rubbed Long Shiyu's soft black hair, and didn't refute anything, but just smiled unconsciously.

He said, "Sleep."

"Hey." Yijuanlong closed his eyes, his tail was still wrapped around Shen Chaomu, feeling warm.

A night without dreams.

Shen Chaomu went out early the next morning, and sat by the bed before leaving, messing up Long Shiyu's hair: "Be obedient, don't wander around."

Long Shiyu answered vaguely, but when Shen Chaomu couldn't help but grabbed his dragon horn and shook it, he let out a dissatisfied hum.

It was already noon when he fully woke up, and he went downstairs with his slippers on.

Fang Qing was not at the front desk this time, but there was a door ajar next to the front desk.

Long Shiyu smelled a pungent smell of chemicals, and went over to take a look tentatively—the uncle was casually wearing a pilling coat and a pair of faded shorts, and was picking up a piece of paper with a stick. powder.

"That..." Long Shiyu said.

Fang Qing was so frightened that he almost flew up.This movement was a big one, and the white powder flew randomly in the air.

He turned around and cursed angrily, "What's wrong with you...?"

As soon as the voice fell, he fell limply, and a few seconds later the snoring sound came.

Long Shiyu: "..."

He smelled the powder in the air. Although he didn't know the specific ingredients, it had the special smell of sleeping grass.

Fang Qing is also a ruthless person, he didn't take any protective measures, and directly picked up the medicine.

This dose of medicine was completely ineffective for Long Shiyu. He squatted beside Fang Qing and shook the uncle several times.

Fang Qing was still snoring like thunder.

Long Shiyu became distressed. He didn't expect to knock out the princess's good friend. He just wanted to ask Fang Qing if breakfast is included in the morning.

He helped Fang Qing up, let him lie down on the table, and went back to the front desk to find something to eat.

No.

The front desk was there just like that, with a tattered bill spread out, and there was no smell of food at all, but a strange chemical smell was everywhere.

Long Shiyu was very disappointed.

After he searched again, there was the faint sound of Fang Qing turning over.

Long Shiyu returned to the small room and saw Fang Qing half asleep, still muttering something, listen carefully... it seemed that he was scolding him vaguely.

Long Shiyu: "..." He pretended not to hear, leaned over to Fang Qing and asked, "Do you have anything to eat here?"

"Yes, yes..." Fang Qing said, "There is your mother."

Long Shiyu was silent for a few seconds, then asked again: "Then I went out to eat? When the time comes, you can help me explain to my father...to Shen Chaomu."

Fang Qing was tired all over, and tried his best to roll his eyes at him: "Get lost."

So Long Shiyu happily left the hotel.

Today is not a good day, cloudy and windy.Most of the people on the street were wearing dark clothes, tightly wrapped coats and hats, walking in a hurry, unwilling to show more of their faces.

At first glance, there are no roadside stalls here.

Long Shiyu sniffed the smell of food in the air, picked one that smelled like barbecue, and walked all the way into the dark alley.

The sewage in that alley was more dilapidated and smelly than the slums in Xingdu.A few socks and a few pairs of underwear were soaked in the water, from nowhere. There was also a drunk man who vomited while holding a trash can, his head was almost buried in it, and a large piece of dry skin was exposed from the hole on his back.

Looking up, the windows of the building are closed, but there are a few colorful clothes floating on the clothesline.People here don't care about clothes dryers, even in this day and age, drying takes only a dozen seconds.

He walked close to the wall. There were hideous scratches and faded graffiti on the wall, as well as lettering at the height of his calf. It was not known who left the potholes, and each stroke was written with extra force: "I am still alive."

At the end of the alley is the main street, which is a little more lively.

Sure enough, there was a place at the end that looked like a restaurant. As soon as Long Shiyu walked over, he heard a masculine male voice coming from inside: "Damn it, I'm going to fuck you today!"

"Come on, come on, today your head has to be hung on a telephone pole"

"Your mother must die"

Then there was a burst of gunshots, the sound of mental force colliding, and the hum of lightsabers unsheathed.

Long Shiyu: "..."

He still wanted to eat, so he opened the door and went in—

There was chaos in the restaurant. Two groups of people were leaning on pillars and tables as cover, and several tables were flying in the air amidst the hail of bullets.

It's always bad to bother people.Long Shiyu clung to the corner of the restaurant and walked directly to the front desk.

The boss was shrinking under the front desk, with half a cigarette in his mouth, and the same modified firearm in his hand, but he looked slightly nervous-this kind of thing is too common here.

Long Shiyu walked around to the back of the front desk: "Boss, what do you have to eat?"

The boss trembled with fright and nearly shot him.Then he scolded: "You kid, do you want to scare people to death? Damn, is there something wrong with your brain? What are you eating when you are fighting outside?"

"Hungry." Long Shiyu said sincerely, "So what do you have to eat?"

Boss: "..." He suspects that he has met a lunatic, "Even if there is, I can't do it for you now. Are you standing upright here because you are afraid that others will not hit you?"

Long Shiyu was very disappointed.

But looking at the group of people who were fighting to the core, he really didn't want to disturb them.

So he walked out like walking against the wall again.

He was just about to find another restaurant when he saw a group of people in the distance.

Over there is a huge square, and a black crowd stands silently.There were twenty or thirty people, but they didn't communicate with each other at all. They all covered their bodies with black robes, only showing a pair of eyes.

Under the cloudy sky, the leaders held candlesticks in their hands, and the flames were shining brightly, elongating their strange shadows.

Surrounded by them was a black coffin.

It seemed that they sensed something was wrong, and the footsteps of people on the street were a little faster, and they didn't want to approach that square——

Here, not everyone dares to provoke the "undertaker".

Cassande has its own black industry, many of which are in the hands of "undertakers", including the largest bar, the second-ranked casino, etc., as well as a whole street of sex industry, plus the relationship with the coalition government Officials colluded with each other, and the entire industrial chain was a large money printing machine.

There are two main persons in charge of "Undertaker", and it is said that one of them is a ferocious beast.

And these guys will have similar activities every half a month, taking to the streets to perform rituals.

There was something like a bulletin board on a high place in the square, and the leader stood on it holding a candlestick.The rest put the coffin on the ground.

Long Shiyu smelled the aroma of food.

Sure enough, not long after, someone spread a white tablecloth and placed food on the tattered long table in the square, probably as part of this weird ceremony.The meats and soups were cold and the bread was hard as a rock.

But dragons are never picky about food, Long Shiyu's eyes lit up.

The ceremony of "Mourners" is still going on, and the leader sings in a low voice: "He will return, walk in the wasteland of the cold night, and the giant wings cover the sky..."

The people below also followed in a deep voice: "He will return, walk in the wilderness of the cold night, with giant wings covering the sky..."

Leader: "The fire will burn the stars and the moon will fall to death."

The man below: "That flame will burn the stars, and the moon will fall to death."

The leader: "At that time is the day when the throne will reappear...Why is there someone eating grass?"

The people below: "At that time is the day when the throne will reappear...why is there someone eating grass?"

They didn't realize it until the next second, and all eyes fell on Long Shiyu.

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Every Day (1/1)

Yijuanlong worked so hard, but the food cost is too expensive