amazingly short legs

Back at the hotel in the town in the middle of the night, Di Yan ran to sleep with Bo Yi, Sheng Bu washed himself several times in the bathroom, and at the same time imagined how unlucky he would be, but until dawn they were about to go back on the highway, unlucky Things haven't happened yet.

Bo Yi said: "The calm before the storm."

Di Yan coughed dryly.

Mr. Sheng put down the breakfast in his hand and went to wait.

Whenever I eat, I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, and when I feel uncomfortable, I feel embarrassed and embarrassing others.

Then he won't eat anything, okay.

Hit the road.

Shengbu drove, Di Yan and Boyi sat in the back seat.

Driving at high speed will affect the driving speed, and as the windows go up a little bit, Di Yan and Bo Yi gradually become nervous.

The atmosphere is a little frozen.

Moribe felt the gaze behind him like a light on his back, and he sat up straight uncomfortably.

Boyi immediately asked, "Do you feel it?"

I didn't eat anything for breakfast, so I shouldn't be able to digest it.

Di Yan was more straightforward, covering his nose with his paw without saying a word.

Moribe saw through the rearview mirror: "..."

The president's heart was freezing, and there were patches of snow falling.

He whispered: "I just...change positions."

Boyi breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I'm scared to death."

Di Yan silently let go of his claws vigilantly.

Moribe's eyes darkened slightly when he saw its movements.

Could there be anything more shocking than being disliked by your own cub? Mr. Sheng, who has always followed a calm and elegant line, really wanted to shake Di Yan hard, so that he could smell if he farted.

Isn't he just going to be unlucky, and he didn't say how unlucky he was, so he would definitely have diarrhea and fart.

Moribe was in a bad mood, exuding a cold aura, driving the car silently, not moving at all.

Feeling the lower and lower air pressure in the carriage, Bo Yi poked carefully and shrunk his body into a ball, ready to resist the unknown smell of Di Yan at any time, and whispered: "My lord, you can't dislike Da Da like this."

After all, it's your little one, so it needs to be taken care of.

After listening to his words, Di Yan changed his posture slowly.

Boyi: "..."

What he said was not just a change of posture!

Di Yan raised his head, glanced at Sheng Aiqing's stiff back, and sighed, the old dragon is already old, and he still has to shoulder the responsibility of coaxing the dolls, and he is not his own, an angry dragon.

Di Yan jumped onto the passenger seat from the gap in the back row, he turned his head and smiled kindly at Shengbu: "Ai Qing."

Moribu looked ahead expressionlessly.

Di Yan said: "It's human nature, I won't blame you, if you really can't bear it—huh?"

Shengbu stuffed Xiaolong's mouth with a toffee ball, and said calmly, "I didn't mean that. If I did, I would tell you in advance."

If you fart, you need to give your pet a warning in advance, and being a shit shoveler has no status.

Di Yan grinned, "I won't blame you."

"..."

It shouldn't be a surprise, okay?

The atmosphere gradually eased in the sound of Di Yan licking the milk ball.

Sheng Bu asked: "How many days will Bo Yu's blood make people unlucky?"

If he has been unlucky, he will not be able to get close to Xiaolong.

Boyi said: "I don't know, it's not written in the Book of Mountains and Seas, so I still don't feel anything?"

The voice of Di Yan licking the milk ball gave a vigilant pause.

Moribe: "..." I am so tired of raising cubs.

All the way back to the capital, nothing weird and embarrassing happened to Shengbu. Boyi doubted that he should remember correctly, so... Isn't Shengda a human?

Di Yan squatted on Sheng Bu's shoulders, expressing that Aiqing is blessed with a blessed dragon, and her blessings are endless. The blood of a little thin fish demon is nothing, and under the breath of the old dragon, she naturally dare not make trouble for Sheng Aiqing.

Bo Yi still insisted on his own idea, thinking that Shan Da might not be human, otherwise it would be impossible not to be affected by Bo Yuxue.

Di Yan sniffed Sheng Bu's body, "Only my own smell."

Bo Yi smirked and said, "Is it body odor?"

"..."

Di Yan and Sheng Bu directly beat Boyi up together, and hearing the sobs of baa-baa-baa, each of them expressed their comfort.

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon when we got back to the villa. The journey was tiring, and Di Yan might have some motion sickness. He didn't know what to do when he was sleeping. He was put into the luxurious big fish tank by Shengbu, and slowly sank down along the fish tank, with a tail curled up. Aquatic plants, snoring and bubbling in the water.

Moribe's father's love was overwhelming, and he squatted by the fish tank to watch.

The crowd watched and watched, and remembered the day when Xiaolong turned into a human form.

How stunning, what a banishment.

It was difficult for Shengbu to connect Xiaolong and the man in white. He always felt that one was a cub, and the other was... a beauty who was nothing for the time being.

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong—

Shengbu turned on his phone, and dozens of WeChat, SMS, Weibo and private messages flooded in, all of which were congratulations.

Wen Zhan called directly: "After three years of planning, it finally started broadcasting. It's prime time at [-] o'clock tonight, remember."

Moribe: "Yes."

Wen Zhan: "So indifferent? Anyway, it's a big drama adapted from your IP. Although the outside world has mixed opinions on the IP adaptation, you are the author and screenwriter. I believe in the quality."

The TV series they are talking about is called "Disappearing Cambrian". It is an early work of Moribe and one of his masterpieces. This drama is divided into units, and each unit tells a fantastic and strange story. The protagonist Xia Shao is The main line runs through the whole text.

Those who have read the original say it is super good-looking, and those who have not read it think it is generally not new.

Wen Zhan was very excited. He was not the protagonist, he only acted in a small amount of plots in one unit, but in order to hold on to Shengbu's thigh, he made an investment.

"Tomorrow, the crew will go to S City for commercial performances. As the author and screenwriter, don't you consider attending?"

Just relying on Mr. Sheng's appearance, he can attract another wave of fans.

Moribe: "No."

Wen Zhan knew that he was only a low-key rich man, so he didn't say anything else. He made some nonsense and agreed to have dinner another day, and then hung up.

The emperor was tired of sleeping until the news broadcast began to clang and clang. He lay lazily on the fine sand at the bottom of the fish tank, his blue eyes half-closed, and spit out a bubble.

Bubbles floated to the surface of the water and burst, making a sound: "Hungry."

Moribe brought out dinner from the restaurant, which was grilled fish with green pepper bean curd and ice cream dessert.

Di Yan immediately flew out of the water and landed on the dining table with a string of water droplets.

But it didn't work. When he landed, he was snatched away by Moribe halfway, and he took him to the bathroom to dry off.

"Uh, I'm waterproof, just shake it off." As he spoke, he demonstrated the unique water-throwing function of the small animal.

Moribe was unmoved and let it raise its paw.

Di Yan raised a small paw.

Moribe squeezed it and wiped it carefully, not sparing even the gap between his claws.

It's so cool, I've had enough of the shit-shoveling officer's addiction.

Emperor Yan: "..."

The meal was very pleasant, although Di Yan ate very little, but the food looked very delicious, especially when he squatted aside and stroked his beard with his paws after eating, Shengbu wanted to help him stroke it together.

After dinner, Moribe warmed up a bowl of milk for Di Yan to take a bath.

Di Yan was lying in the glass bowl on the dining table, using his paws to brush milk on his body while watching TV.

Moribe goes to the code word.

The picture is very warm.

The warmth lasted until ten o'clock in the evening, when Di Yan suddenly let out a heavy sigh.

Sheng Bu just finished saving the manuscript, walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Di Yan's body exudes a strong milk fragrance, and the milk drips down on the smooth scales. He thinks it is very attractive, but in fact, the whole dragon can only be described with four words: milky milk.

The milky Di Yan pointed to the ending song playing on the TV, and said aggrievedly: "The performance is over."

Moribe glanced at the title of the film: "Disappearing Cambrian", it is his novel.

Di Yan writhed in the milk melancholy, and said angrily to himself, "Why did it end all of a sudden, the stupid human race, the appetite of the dragon, the anger of the dragon, the anger of the dragon god, the bewitching of the dragon's heart, and the harm of Long Ye I can't sleep, I still want to watch dramas!"

Moribe: "..."

He silently glanced at the physical publication of "Disappearing Cambrian" on the bookshelf, and said, "If you want to know the plot——"

Di Yan stood up from the milk and looked at him aggressively, "Spoiler kills no mercy!"

Moribe: "..."

As the author of God's Perspective, he shut up.

The first unit of "Disappearing Cambrian" tells that a little boy put a cup of hot water mixed with poison in the living room three years ago, and then disappeared from the world.Three years later, a female tenant drank a cup of hot water in the room where the boy disappeared, and then died of poisoning. After police investigation, there were two types of fingerprints on the water cup, one belonged to the tenant, and the other happened to be with the missing boy. The boys dovetailed.

According to the oil on the boy's fingerprints and the decomposition speed under natural conditions, the fingerprints are newly left, and they are almost the same time as the fingerprints of the female tenant, as if the boy poured a glass of water and handed it to the female tenant.

In the missing persons file of the police, the boy's fingerprints three years later are exactly the same as those three years ago, indicating that the boy has not grown up at all.

The protagonist Xia Shao, who is a policeman, receives this case and goes to the scene to investigate, where he meets a man—Han Wu, who is pale, handsome and mysterious, and leaves a sentence lightly, "It's time for revenge."

Till he went to bed at night, Di Yan still complained to Shengbu while holding the luxurious big fish tank, "Watching dramas is fun for a while, and chasing dramas in the crematorium."

Moribe: "..."

Should he tell him the plot or not.

Just after twelve o'clock that night, Shengbu received the ratings data analysis chart from the director and planner. Since he didn't spend a lot of money on publicity in the early stage, the first day's data was really mediocre. The director kept comforting Shengbu on the phone, saying Just played it, wait and see, don't be disappointed, Moribu expressed his understanding.

Editor Xu Zhang and the official website of the novel also left him messages to encourage him to work hard.

Moribe was very calm, replied thank you and went to sleep.

The next day, before Moribu got up, he heard the sound of the TV downstairs, and he looked down from the corridor on the second floor.

Xiaolong sharpened his claws violently on the sofa, muttering words.

Sheng Bu walked over and heard Di Yan talking about why it wasn't updated.

......

At first glance, it looks like it's just entered the pit, inexperienced, and doesn't even know how to brush around.

Sheng Bu looked at its depressed appearance, and suddenly felt that it doesn't matter whether others like it or not, as long as his little dragon cub likes it, he is content.

However, it turns out that Mr. Sheng's ability and Emperor Yan's foresight are of the highest level. Two days later, "The Vanishing Cambrian" started low and high, maxed out Weibo, and all kinds of topics swarmed. The Korean fog cp, the plot party is addicted to the plot, the original party is addicted to the original work, and the picture is a bit harmonious.

Di Yan has been chasing him for two or three days, he is depressed during the day and excited at night, and even Shengbu doesn't like to talk to him anymore.

Moribe: "..."

Life is not as good as drama.

Bo Yi called, Sheng Bu answered, and before he could speak, he heard a rattling sound coming from the other end.

Boyi: "What's the matter? Daddy, is your house renovated?"

Moribe looked at Xiaolong who was smashing the TV wall, "..."

Moribe: "It's okay."

Boyi sharply said: "...is it an adult? What's the matter? Got rabies, no, mad dragon?"

Moribe said: "It has been chasing "The Vanishing Cambrian" recently, and is dissatisfied with too few updates."

Boyi excitedly said, "I'm chasing after you too." After a pause, he said, "Didn't you tell your lord the plot?"

Moribe: "He didn't know it was me."

Boyi: "..." I missed such a good opportunity to worship the great god and send a knife to the screenwriter.

"What's up?"

Boyi said: "I want to ask, has the spell on Bo Yu reacted?"

Di Yan began to violently unload the sofa.

The cub who has been raised for so long finally started to tear down the house.

"Should...not be—— bang bang bang!"

Moribe: "..."

Boyi said sympathetically, "It's either a spoiler, or I teach adults to use the video clips of station D to satisfy their cravings."

Moribe doesn’t want to choose either, playing too many electronic products is not good for the eyes, in case Xiaolong becomes short-sighted, wear small glasses or something, ugly... so cute!

But Meng is Meng, he still didn't want Xiaolong to wear glasses, so the next day, Shengbu decided to go out and take Xiaolong out to relax.

Di Yan sat on the toilet seat weakly, flicking his tail: "The sixth hour when I don't see Han Wu, I miss him."

Moribe was brushing his teeth: "..."

"It will be online tonight."

Di Yan's blue eyes looked at him resentfully, "Ai Qing doesn't even accompany me to watch dramas."

"..."

His own novels are really nothing to look at. Every finished work is the author's dark history.

But Shengbu wanted to get used to Xiaolong, "Okay, I'll accompany you tonight, now I'll take you to drink milk tea, huh?"

Di Yan was as happy as an [-]cm chocolate bar. He took a bath with Shengbu's facial cleanser, and he had to pay attention to his appearance when he went out. It smelled delicious.

Moribu watched it grab the small handkerchief with its short claws and rub it back and forth, blood burst out on the spot.

Since the sofa was dismantled by Di Yan yesterday, today I am not only just hanging out, but also buying another sofa.

Di Yan wrapped Shengbu's wrist in circles, fiddling with the crystal clear little nails: "It must be able to sharpen dragon claws."

Moribe couldn't figure out what kind of material the sofa can sharpen the dragon's claws for a while, and asked curiously, "How did you sharpen the claws before?"

Di Yan gnawed on the little dragon's claw, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, "That's it."

Moribe: "..."

He suddenly wanted to bite too.