amazingly short legs

Shengbu changed his clothes and came down, Di Yan had already returned to sit on the sofa.

Moribu remembered the neglect just now, and walked towards the desk sadly.

Di Yan lay on the back of the sofa, looking at him, wondering what happened to Sheng Aiqing.

Sighing, the child's face is the same as the sky in June, changing at will.

Di Yan told himself that when treating a child, who is also the Aiqing of the Dragon King, he must have the warmth of spring.

"Ai Qing." Di Yan smiled kindly.

Shengbu raised his head and saw Xiaolong's shy face. He immediately strode over, squatted down on one knee, level with Xiaolong on the back of the sofa, and said, "I'm here, what's wrong?"

Di Yan stretched out his claws, reached over to touch Sheng Aiqing's silky black hair, "It's nothing, I just watched TV for a few days and saw the development of your human race, and I was very moved."

He pinched a small lock of Shengbu's hair, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at him, but seemed to look through him, and then looked at the long, distant time.

Di Yan doesn't like to reminisce about the past, because once he thinks about it, the mountains and rivers will change dramatically, the sea will change, and nothing will be the same as it was before, even he is old.

He soaked in the wine for so long, his brain was drunk, and he couldn't use it anymore. If there was anything, he would forget it in twos and threes.

"I am thinking, the human race is prosperous, where are the other races now? You said that the monster race should have been punished..."

Sheng Bu said, "That's not what I meant, don't be angry."

Di Yan looked at his frowning brows, curled his lower lip, gently stroked his brows with his small paws, and sighed silently that Sheng Aiqing was young and innocent.

"It is the nature of the human race to be bloodthirsty, greedy and cunning. Even after thousands of years, the bad roots in the long bones and blood are still extremely sharp. I understand that you don't mean it, but other people can't say it. I have seen it on TV. , Those who involve monsters will eventually be punished by the human race."

"Television is fake," Moribe explained.

Emperor Yan said: "I save it, but the essence has not changed."

Moribe was silent.

Di Yan looked out the window: "Tell me, where are they all?"

Demonic beasts that have been cultivated well can transform into human beings and live in hiding among humans. What about those that cannot be transformed, how many monsters are there, where are they inhabited, and will it be like on TV, where there are demon hunters hunting them down?

After all, Di Yan is the Dragon Lord, and at any time, he shoulders the mission of the survival of all races in the world.

"I'm going to find that person...the demon." Shengbu said, it was the demon who was contaminated by him.

Di Yan shook his head, and patted Shengbu's forehead carelessly, "Don't bother it, don't forget that I have Shusi."

Di Yan began to summon Shusi.

A humid wind slowly rises in the house.

Moribe stretched out his hand and touched the wind, the wind was gentle and overflowing, gently rolled over the back of his hand, leaving a thin layer of water droplets on the skin.

Xiaolong is extremely gentle and compliant even with spells.

Shengbu also looked at Di Yan with gentle eyes, full of eyes full of 'my cub is the best, my cub is the best, my cub is invincible and the cutest'.

The moist wind formed a whitish whirlwind in the room, and it swirled faster and faster. Xiaolong stood on the dining table and waved his claws calmly, "Shusi, come here."

The humid wind suddenly blew like a raging tornado, Shengbu squinted his eyes subconsciously, but only for a moment, the strong wind dissipated quickly, and Shengbu saw that the house was as before, and there was no sign of being tormented by the strong wind.

Where the wind roll disappeared, there was no Shus with a long nose, only a pool of dazzling blood.

Di Yan's blue eyes froze.

Sheng Bu asked, "What happened to Shusi?"

Di Yan jumped off the dining table with a icy expression on his face, "Its blood has the smell of human beings."

"Do you suspect it was done by a human?"

Di Yan dispelled the blood mist casually, and said coldly, "I think it's right. So far, there are still people in the human race who are hunting other monsters."

Sheng Bu said: "Could it be a misunderstanding?" In his consciousness, monster catchers and so on only exist in the imagination of literary works, "After all, Shu Si is so special."

Like a cross between a piglet and a baby elephant, maybe a hunter accidentally caught it as a beast.

Di Yan was a little displeased with his excuse for the human race, but after thinking about it, he let it go, looked at Shengbu and sighed silently, "Only by finding Shusi, can we know the answer."

This is the easiest way, but where to find it, it is difficult again, the summoning order does not work, and he is not familiar with this world.

Shengbu finished his work, but Di Yan was still worried.

The appearance of Xiaolong looking up at the sky at 45 degrees with his cheeks on his hands is simply the most melancholy beautiful dragon in the world. Moribe walked over quickly, squatted on the ground devoutly on one knee, took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures.

Up shot, down shot, left shot, right shot, far shot, close shot, click, click, click.

Di Yan recovered from his contemplation, and looked at him silently, "Aiqing, what are you doing?"

Moribe suppressed the joy in his heart, and said expressionlessly, "I'm taking a selfie."

Emperor Yan: "..."

Di Yan was curious: "Oh? Let me see."

Moribe stood up, put the phone in his pocket, and said seriously, "I suddenly thought of a way to find Shusi."

"any solution?"

Xiaolong's attention was diverted, oh yeah.

Moribe said, "Let's go find the demon I met last time. It has been in the world for a long time. Maybe it knows who might capture Shusi."

Di Yan frowned at the dragon's horns on his little head, and said in thought: "I don't want to disturb it, but it seems that this is the only way."

Moribe looked at his watch, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, "Shall we go now?"

The emperor said in disgust, "No rush, tomorrow is fine."

Moribe nodded calmly.

Di Yan looked at him with bright blue eyes.

Moribe, "Hungry?"

Di Yan said enthusiastically, "I still want to see Qing's selfie."

Moribe: "..."

It can't be too bad to be caught secretly. Although Mr. Sheng has a strange heart, he is still a cold, arrogant, calm, calm, domineering president on the outside, so he must not be caught by Long on the spot.

Sheng Bu's mind was spinning quickly, "I just took a selfie that didn't look good. Does Xiaolong want to take a photo with me?"

Taking pictures of yourself to appreciate anytime, anywhere can't be too great, Di Yan immediately agreed.

They tried the living room, the bedroom, the kitchen, the computer desk, the dining table, and finally chose the balcony, and finally found the place with the best light and background for taking selfies.

The open-air balcony on the second floor is very large, with many flowers and plants carefully arranged. Moribe is a man with a romantic life and he arranges the flowers and plants very beautifully.

Di Yan stood on the balcony platform with all four paws on the ground.

Shengbu leaned against the table with one hand in his pocket, raised his mobile phone, and said to the emperor on the mobile phone: "Smile."

Di Yan grinned and bared his teeth, revealing a vicious smile.

Sheng Bu was stunned for a moment, and imitated it, narrowing his eyes and curling his lips, and smiled evilly.

The phone clicked.

Sheng Bu clicked on the photo, and Di Yan jumped on his shoulder to look at it with great interest. After seeing the dragon claws on his hips, he burst out laughing.

Seeing that it was so happy, Moribe wanted to tease it with his mobile phone, "Do you want to take another picture and use it for beauty?"

As expected, Di Yan became interested, and knew to change his posture and approached him—I saw him pointing at the sky with one dragon claw, and the other curved claw was like a silver hook across his chest. The appearance is extremely arrogant... very much like Ultraman's posture when he returned.

Shengbu clicked on Beauty, and on the screen of the mobile phone, the stiff and handsome man and the sharp-edged and proud Xiaolong immediately changed into the appearance of smooth skin, big eyes and sharp chin, and upon closer inspection, there was even the appearance of the main favorite.

Di Yan looked at his phone, looked at Shengbu's face, and asked, "Is beauty for ugly people and ugly dragons?"

... Ugly dragon, Moribe suppressed a smile, and hummed heavily

Only then did Di Yan shake the dragon's beard comfortably, looked up to the sky and went out laughing, the old dragon is a beauty.

They changed a few scenes and filters, played with anime photos and cute photos, and finally changed their faces.

One person and one dragon stared at the face-changing photo for a long time without saying a word.

After a long time, Emperor Yan asked, "Have you deleted it?"

Moribe: "Agreed"

If you don't look at the photos, the scene was once very harmonious.

In the evening, after dinner, Shengbu and Diyan were lying on the dilapidated sofa and watching TV. The main reason was that Diyan was watching TV while he was euphemistically studying, and President Sheng was posting on Weibo.

Weibo content is as follows:

Text: In the same frame as my cub.

Picture attached: The warm sun shines from behind, Mr. Sheng is leaning on the balcony relaxedly, behind him sits the mighty Di Yan, who lazily stretches out a beautiful little paw to rest on his shoulder superior.

However, the majority of netizens couldn't see Di Yan's appearance. Most of him was blocked by an anime cat picture, leaving only a small paw exposed in the camera.

If it wasn't for showing off, Shengbu even wanted to hide Xiaolong's dragon claw, and no one was allowed to see it.

This is the first time that Moribe has taken the initiative to publish his own life photos in public. Although the photos are selfies, they are clean and simple, without exaggerated filters and skin smoothing. Only the light yellow sun behind him shines obliquely on his side face , Outline the handsome and clear lines.

In less than an hour, after reposting and commenting on the mysterious background, Shengbu gained [-] fans in an instant, and the number is still increasing. According to the data analysis, it can be seen that , are basically good-looking female fans.

Popular comments are as follows:

Little Fresh Meat Star A: Grab your claws.

Little Fresh Meat Star B: Claw Claw.

Little Fresh Meat Star C: I want to raise it.

Powerful star: Oops, the photo exploded, I said why are you trending again today.

Powerful boss: no update, no update, or no update.

Official Weibo of the novel website: Licking the screen, seeing Shanda's beauty in a prosperous age, I want to be that claw.

Editor Xu Zhang: Boss Sheng, I am not in a hurry to ask for a manuscript or anything. Really, I must not be in a hurry. I don’t even know what a manuscript is.

Zhang Daming, a contracted veterinarian on Weibo: It must be chicken feet.

Bobojun replied to Zhang Daming: You are so cute when you are stupid, I will mail you a box of chicken feet with pickled peppers tomorrow.

Zhang Daming, a contracted veterinarian on Weibo:  …

Natural bacteria (scratching heart and lungs): What exactly are you raising!

Moribu flipped through the messages on Weibo and picked a reply.

Mr. Sheng replied to Bacteria: Guess.

Mr. Sheng replied to Zhang Daming: Oh.

Mr. Sheng replied to editor Xu Zhang: Oh.

Di Yan looked at the TV and suddenly let out an 'ah'.

Moribe looked up, a costume drama was playing on the TV, the rivers and lakes were fighting, blood was flying, a black-clothed swordsman was holding a thin silver sword, shuttled among the vicious killers, his expression was awe-inspiring, blood would be seen when he struck, Every move is elegant and free and easy.

Di Yan stared at the TV intently, and said, "This man is good at martial arts, and he is good with swords."

Shengbu glanced at the swordsman's face, then looked down at the phone again. The person playing the role of the swordsman was none other than a powerful star on his Weibo, named Wen Zhan, who was rare in the entertainment industry with good looks, acting skills and no scandal Actors who are very strong in themselves and have a huge fan base.

Mr. Sheng replied to Wen Zhan: Hmph.