amazingly short legs

Di Yan rubbed the little goldfish's head, and said: "The little beast that has not yet developed its intelligence can only be conferred the title of concubine, but not concubine, it needs to be practiced again."

Moribe: "..."

The single Boss Kaolin no Hanamori understands.

His pet got married without his knowledge.

Still two!

Moribe stared at it with complicated eyes.

Di Yan carelessly stroked the little goldfish, "Yu Ji must practice diligently, and she will be able to give me dragon eggs in the future."

Moribe: "..."

Dragon eggs?

What hatched?

……

Arowana!

……

Moribe looked at its leisurely look, and felt that the top of its head was a little green.

It's as if the daughter-in-law ran away with the man... with the fish.

Moribe's expression is very cold, and his mental activities are very rich.

He quickly analyzed his heart with his expertise, and came to a conclusion:

The little dragon is his, anyone, any fish... He glanced at the little turtle floating lazily in the water, including any turtle can not own it!

Shengbu took a deep look at Di Yan, turned his head and left without saying a word.

Di Yan was keenly aware that Sheng Aiqing's eyes were wrong. He looked down at the silly but beautiful little goldfish, and wondered in his heart: "Could Sheng Aiqing also like the little goldfish these two days? If so, my lord Isn't it just taking someone's fish? No, no, this little human child is so loyal and pure, and treats me very well, how can I take his heart."

Thinking of this, Di Yan let go of the little goldfish and drove them away with his tail, "Go and play by yourself, I will take back the canonization just now."

They don't understand anyway.

Tyrannosaurus Farewell My Concubine, he turned his face and refused to recognize the fish in minutes.

After Moribe left, he didn't return to the living room all night.

In the middle of the night and Long Jing, Di Yan was lying on the soft sand at the bottom of the water, resting his chin with one paw and scratching his belly with the other, wondering if Sheng Aiqing was angry, that's why he didn't want to talk to him.

The human race is really troublesome, full of twists and turns, Jiaolong can't figure it out.

It wasn't until the next day that Di Yan saw Shengbu again.

Moribe took a fishing net and a small fish tank, and fished out all the little goldfish in the castle.

When fishing for fish, Di Yan sat in his garden and watched, full of guilt.

Some small goldfish were frightened and quickly darted back and forth in the aquatic plants. Shengbu's net could not catch them, so Di Yan swam over silently, caught the small goldfish, hugged it with two small claws and threw it into Shengbu's fishing net inside.

When doing this, there is still no dialogue between one person and one dragon.

Emperor Yan thought to himself: I am so guilty, I am already old, and I did such a thing, which is insulting to the gods.

Shengbu looked at the well-behaved little dragon who was helping to catch the fish, and thought to himself: So good, he is indeed my little cub, and he will be mine in the future.

Shengbu deliberately put the little goldfish that had been replaced with a fish tank far away, and put it in the blind spot of Xiaolong's line of sight, so he let it go.

Di Yan watched his movements.

Aiqing truly loves Little Goldfish, she doesn't even let him look at her.

Moribe returned to the giant fish tank.

Di Yan also surfaced, grabbed the fish tank, and opened his mouth in shame.

"Ai Qing, don't get angry, I will make it up to you."

Moribe looked at it, the white scales flashed dazzlingly under the neon light, and the green eyes were wet, like a pool of spring water in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rippling Shengbe's heart was rippling along with it.

Xiaolong is so soft and wet, it can only belong to him alone.

After hearing Di Yan's words, Sheng Bu thought it knew why he was unhappy, so he slightly curled his lips, and touched Di Yan's head with his fingertips, "Okay."

Di Yan didn't like him touching himself so greasy and crookedly, especially since this human race was still a male doll, making himself look like a broken sleeve.

However, the relationship between one person and one dragon has just been reconciled, so Di Yan didn't care about it because Shengbu was a junior.

"I'm hungry." Di Yan raised his head, pretending to avoid his fingers unintentionally.

"I'm going to cook, what does Xiaolong want to eat?"

Di Yan's small eyes were full of excitement, "The last time, um, a seafood feast!"

Moribu had no choice but to make a seafood feast, but according to Xiaolong's standards, it was too difficult.

After all, who is okay to fry a sixty-year-old.

So lonely.

.......

So Shengbu fried ten sixties.

While waiting for the meal, Di Yan came out of the water, sat on the gray dining table and wiped the scales with a small kerchief.

Gu Ying feels sorry for himself, the lonely dragon admires himself, and the old dragon is in vain.

Moribe said with emotion, my son is pure and cute, I love cleanliness and beauty.

Mr. Sheng served on the plate.

Di Yan tied the small handkerchief under his slender neck, gearing up his fists, eager to eat.

No matter how much you eat, at least your attitude towards eating is correct.

Di Yan is in a good mood today, and has eaten half of his sixtieth birthday.

After eating, I saw that the pattern of the flower carapace was unique and beautiful, and I took it to the water pipe to wash it, and planned to put it in my underwater castle.

Moribu looked straight and nodded.

It means that my pet is not at all the same as the coquettish bitch dragon outside.

Simple, simple, unsophisticated, but very promising.

Momo Haw finished breakfast and it was past ten o'clock.

Shengbu needs to deal with some company and publishing house work, so Di Yan decides to watch TV. As a talented god, Di Yan requires himself to be talented and well-informed.

When he was in the wine bottle, he often saw the seller staring at the black box. The box was called a TV, and there were many human races hiding in it.

Di Yan is also not like the kind of person who traveled from ancient times, completely ignorant of modern technological society.

He is sealed in a small wine bottle, and he can see that the outside world is gradually changing, things are changing, and people are changing.

It's just that he is a dragon at the bottom of the bottle, what he sees and hears is limited to the world outside the bottle. He is quite old, neither stupid nor stupid, not deaf, not blind, but has little knowledge.

His hair is long and his wits are short, that's all, that's right!

In the living room, there is a set of leather sofas worth more than 70 yuan.

But Shengbu doesn't use it very much, and he doesn't invite guests to use it, so the first guest he greeted so far turned out to be a white and tender dragon.

The self-proclaimed white and tender old dragon strolled around on the sofa for a long time, then jumped onto the backrest and suddenly raised a small paw.

The dragon's claws are in the shape of silver hooks, small in size, and majestic in shape.

Moribe looked over from the computer desk. Fortunately, he has excellent eyesight, otherwise he would not be able to see.

"Little Dragon?"

Di Yan said from behind the sofa, "My dragon claws have grown."

Sheng Bu thought in his heart: I want to hold those pink and tender meat claws.

"Can you grind it?" The old dragon asked politely, with four claws eager to try.

A slight smile appeared on the corners of Mr. Sheng's cold lips, "Xiaolong, you don't have to be polite, you can do whatever you want here."

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Sheng's more than 70 sofas let out a sharp "stab".

Moribe: "..."

Then, there was a burst of 'stab——'

stab - stab - stab -

Di Yan arched his body, grinding his paws happily on the leather sofa.

He grunted in satisfaction as he grinded.

Like a cat who is full and has nothing to do.

Even the scratches are the same.

Mr. Sheng sat calmly at the computer desk, watching the more than 70 leather sofas not far away making rattling noises and flying flocs, and felt the state of mind of keeping pets.

Either the owner is crazy, or the pet is crazy, there is no third choice.

For the first time, Shengbu rejoiced that he still had some assets, enough for his little dragon to grind his claws like this.

"Well."

Di Yan made a muffled sound.

Sheng Bu hurriedly got up to check.

One of the claws of the flying little dragon was too long because the nails were too long. The sharp nails hooked on the fibers of the sofa, and were entangled by a thread, so they couldn't be pulled out.

Di Yan looked up at Sheng Aiqing, feeling very resentful, Sheng Aiqing was indeed too poor, even the things that made him grind his claws could not be made well.

Sheng Bu saw its expression in his eyes, it was a pitiful grievance, Mr. Sheng's heart was hit all of a sudden, and he wanted to go up to Xiaolong and give Xiaolong his claws.

Shengbu rescued Di Yan.

Di tiredly sat on the cushion, staring at his hawk-like sharp claws with heartache.

pain.

If it wasn't for his spiritual power being greatly reduced, in order to save use, he wouldn't be tied down by a cotton thread.

It really insulted the might of the Dragon Lord.

I still want to pull the human race out to hate.

Di Yan's fingernails looked like cat's claws. Looking at the pink color of the center of the claws, Mr. Sheng couldn't hold back, and pinched it with his hands.

Di Yan was feeling sorry for his own dragon claw, but he didn't expect Shengbu's movement, and subconsciously grabbed it defensively, three bloodstains immediately appeared on the back of Shengbu's hand.

Moribe: "Hiss."

Di Yan jumped up, jumped on him, grabbed his hand, and reprimanded anxiously: "Don't move, you little baby is so disobedient."