amazingly short legs

Di Yan stretched out his claws to press his wound, half closed his eyes, and chanted silently. A light and moist white mist came out from his dragon claws. In a short while, the wound on Shengbu's hand had healed.

But Di Yan still held onto his hand without moving.

Shengbu saw it staring straight at his hand, like an orange cat staring at the meat, so he took it back carefully.

Di Yan frowned, shook the dragon's beard in displeasure, and let go of its claws.

"What's the matter, Xiaolong?"

Di Yan walked proudly to the armrest of the sofa, and lay down thinking he was alone.

Flicking his tail lazily, he said casually, "Your blood makes me feel very familiar with the smell."

Moribe rolled over his unscarred hand, "Like who?"

Diwen glanced at him irritably, "I don't remember."

Thousands of years have passed, how could he still remember.

Di Yan couldn't remember, but that wasn't the reason for his irritability. He was unhappy because he always felt as if he was getting old, so his memory was not good.

Old age, dragon clock, dragon clock, dragon clock, why is the human race so bad, the idiom also curses that the dragon will grow old.

Di Yan was in a bad mood, "Aiqing, pour wine for me and open the box."

He wants to watch TV while drinking to relieve his worries.

Shengbu searched around the room, but couldn't find a suitable cup for Xiaolong. Di Yan asked him to take a bowl, and Shengbu went to get a bowl and put it on the coffee table.

Di Yan jumped into the bowl, resting his head on the edge of the bowl, and raised his claws at Shengbu to signal, "Fill it up."

Moribe: "..."

Moribe poured him a bottle of iced Tsingtao beer.

Di Yan was paddling in it, drinking while paddling, the peak of dragon birth—the wine pool meat forest, half of the wine pool was completed.

Sheng Bu squatted aside and looked at it with great interest, and said to the pair of dragon claws swiping in the wine, "The white lin floats in the green water, and the dragon's palm touches the clear water."

Emperor Yan: "..."

Shengbu went back to the computer and continued to work, while Diyan was sipping on the wine and watching TV.

Three days passed like this.

On the weekend, Shengbu went out to meet the publisher. He didn't intend to take Xiaolong with him, fearing that his identity would be exposed, but after he finished talking about his itinerary, Diyan just leaned on the sofa, holding a While eating the delicious popcorn, he waved his claws at him, "Go."

There was no intention of sticking to him at all.

Moribe: "..."

Aren't the cubs of other people's homes always reluctant to leave when the master is about to leave, are they pitiful?

Moribu glanced at the living room, and his pet was leaning comfortably on the sofa, and was devoting himself to the TV drama with all his heart, without any stickiness at all.

The stern and majestic President Sheng suddenly felt stuffy.

"and many more."

Just as Sheng Bu was closing the door, he heard Di Yan make a sound.

Moribe's dark eyes flashed.

Is Xiaolong going to cling to him, come and cling to him!

Di Yan stretched his waist, "Aiqing, I suddenly remembered the sticky black beads I ate that day, and I still have a lot of aftertaste, and the taste is very good."

Moribe: "..."

If you want to eat, just say you want to eat, what is it now is when you think of the taste.

Xiao Longkou's duplicity is really unique.

"I'll buy it for you when I come back."

Di Yan curled his lips slightly, smiling like a greedy cat, and thought he was handsome, and said in a deep tone: "Ai Qing knows my heart very well."

Sheng Bu was helpless, and said softly: "Who made me want to raise Xiaolong white and fat?"

Emperor Yan: "..."

It's fine in vain, what is Pang Pang An thinking.

Shengbu and Xu Zhang met outside the hotel, and Xu Zhang introduced the situation of foreign publishers while walking with him with a stack of materials.

Outside the hotel are alleys and alleys. Inside, there are winding paths and small bridges. The environment is very elegant and clean.

As Xu Zhang said, he glanced at the welcoming waiter. Behind a tree-shaped floor lamp, there was a figure poking his head.

Sheng Bu has never appeared in public, and other people don't know him, so this thief-like shadow must be a roommate.

Even if Xu Zhang wasn't in front of him, he could still imagine that his roommate must be blushing now, bleating excitedly from the bottom of his heart, wishing to show his four hooves and stomping around in a shy way.

The fact is that Xu Zhang only guessed half right. The face of the roommate hiding behind the tree light was not red, but slightly pale. He looked at the man beside Xu Zhang from a distance in panic, gnawed on his finger, and thought, "Why? Does Shanda have a great aura? Could it be that Shanda is also... so scary, but he is so handsome, so handsome that he can't close his hooves."

The publisher also arrived at the hotel on time, and Xu Zhang deliberately chose the private room in charge of his roommate.

Even though he had been prepared for a long time, the roommate was excited for a long time because of this opportunity to get close to the great god.

The result of being so happy is that when the roommate was serving the dishes, he accidentally knocked over Shengbu's wine glass, and Mr. Sheng's shirt was wet.

Emperor tired of watching TV for a few days, from "5000 Years of China" to "The Great Tang Dynasty" to "The Great Qing Dynasty", and finally to "The Rise of Great Powers" in the 21st century. In the modern age where the East and the West are confused with technology and humanities, the prosperous and prosperous human beings have changed from ignorant ancient people to elites in suits and ties. Once you look at it, you will feel a lot of emotion.

Di Yan's biggest emotion is that he feels old, and his second emotion is that he is so valuable, there is no antique in the world older than him.

So Di Yan curled up his tail with a small handkerchief and wiped the scales one by one, carefully and earnestly, it was very valuable.

Under the light, the scales like white jade glowed with a clear and moist light. The more Di Yan looked at it, the more delighted he was. He couldn't help touching himself several times, up and down, in a very perverted way.

He is very satisfied with his white tenderness.

Sheng Bu opened the door and came back, changed clothes, holding a cup of pearl milk tea with less sugar in his hand.

As soon as you enter the door, the mellow aroma of iced Tsingtao beer overflows.

A pure white stick on the sofa rushed towards him.

Mr. Sheng opened his hands, his expression was calm and composed, and his heart was very excited.

Come to Mr. Shit Shovel's arms!Papa misses Xiaolong so much!Xiaolong is the best!Xiaolong must like Papa the most!

Di Yan was drunk, but he still threw himself on the milk tea in Shengbu's hand with precision, hung it on the handle of the packaging bag, wagged his tail vigorously like a dog, and said obsessively to the milk tea: "I finally waited for you!" .”

Moribe: "..."

Life is not as good as milk tea.

Di Yan first expressed his welcome to the milk tea, and then he noticed Shengbu, jumped on the man's shoulder with all four claws, sniffed at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at him dangerously and suspiciously.

Di Yan didn't speak, Sheng Bu felt guilty for no reason.

Xiaolong's expression seemed to be questioning him, "Do you have a dragon outside? Ben Xiaolong will not be an only child in the future, the second child is the most annoying thing!"

Mr. Sheng was taken aback by his own brain hole. Di Yan sniffed the smell on Sheng Bu's body, stroked the dragon's beard with his paw, "Ai Qing has a monster aura."

Moribe excitedly thought in his heart, is this torture?Xiaolong pretended to be indifferent, he must still care about him!

Di Yan wrinkled the dragon horns on his head, "There are demons among the people you meet."

Moribe recalled the people who had dinner with him today, and guessed who among them would be a demon.

Di Yan pointed at his clothes, "Why did you change your clothes?"

I know, I know, Xiaolong even remembers clearly what he is wearing!Moribe's lips curled into a faint smile, and he explained that his shirt was changed because the waiter spilled the wine when serving the food.

"Has anyone ever touched your body?"

Mr. Sheng shook his head sternly. He has a slight obsession with cleanliness and doesn't like being touched by others. Dragons don't count.

The emperor snorted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just as Shengbu was about to speak, he suddenly frowned. He remembered that someone touched it. After the waiter spilled the wine, he took a paper towel to help him wipe it. Although Shengbu took the paper within a few strokes, But still touched.

After hearing what he said, Di Yan nodded in understanding, "Oh."

Moribe asked passionately, "What should we do next?"

If Xiaolong wants to fight the demon, he must try his best to help it. He will be a cub for a day and a cub for life. As the master, he must protect his calf.

Di Yan asked strangely, "What should I do? Aiqing, the milk tea is getting cold."

Shengbu quickly opened the milk tea, poured a pearl for Di Yan in a small saucer, and said, "I thought you would subdue it."

Di Yan needed two paws to keep the pearl milk tea, and said inexplicably, "What is it doing to subdue it? Will Aiqing also want to subdue the human race after meeting them?"

Moribe: "..."

Of course not, he is not crazy.

This seems to be the rationale, but when I think about it carefully, I feel that it is not right.

Aren't demons used to descend?

When Di Yan heard about his idea, he burst out laughing.

Shengbu saw the bright red tongue from its cracked mouth, so he stuffed the unfinished pearls from the dragon's claws into it.

Di Yan: "Hahahahaha—huh?"

He was sitting on the dining table with the pearl in his mouth, staring at Moribe depressedly.

Moribe didn't realize what he had done until he finished, his face was a little red, and he smiled dryly, "You are so cute."

Emperor Yan: "..."

Di Yan swallowed the black pearl with a thud, went to sit on the sofa, and continued watching TV.

Moribe was left out, pursed his lips, and went back to the bedroom.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Di Yan jumped up, walked around the room without thinking, and found that the darkened screen of the TV could reflect his own figure, so he stood on the TV cabinet, propped up his body, and looked like an idiot. If you look drunk, hurry up and go to narcissism.

The little doll said that the old dragon was so cute.

The old dragon also thought he was so cute.