amazingly short legs

They came out of the bathroom one after another.

Bo Yi and Zhang Jun had already forcibly eaten seven or eight skewers of perverted spicy chicken wings under Hei Jiao's icy gaze. Seeing them, they said together: "The car is over?"/"Are you brother?"/"There are still ten skewers."

Di Yan swept over the bright red lips of Zhang Jun and Bo Yi, and finally landed on Sheng Bu's lips that had just been trampled by him. He handed over a bunch of chicken wings with a guilty conscience, motioned him to cover it up, and said, "Ai Qing's There is a seal in the body, so the source of the spirit cannot be detected."

Di Yan focused on the situation of Xia Shengbu, only said that there was a seal, and could not see whether there was a spiritual source, and did not mention the rest, for fear that other creatures would find out that he suddenly wanted to become a father-it was obviously a happy event However, Emperor Yan has no one to share his joy, and he has to hide his son's death. The old dragon is very depressed.

Zhang Jun pondered: "Who did the seal? What is the purpose?"

Moribe tore the chicken wings leisurely, glanced at Di Yan out of the corner of his eye, with a relaxed expression on his face.

Di Yan turned into a prototype, sat on the armrest of the sofa, rested his chin with his little paw, and mumbled, "I don't know."

Although the spiritual power on the seal came from him, the old dragon couldn't remember when he set it, he had no memory at all, and he couldn't even figure out why he wanted to set the seal in Er Sang's body.

There is another doubt, that is, if this child was born after he was imprisoned, how could he put a seal on him?

Di Yan couldn't figure it out, and finally lay back, looked at the roof of the car, and thought faintly: Benlong's brain has been drunk, and he can't do it at all. Jiang Yu is really cunning, not only jealous of Benlong's spiritual skills Powerful, and jealous of Benlong's head, that's why he came up with the insidious method of soaking the dragon's brain.

Because there are professional drivers, in order to ensure the driver's driving safety during the day, they stop driving at night and stop in the service area to rest.

Living in an RV is very comfortable, but it is a car after all, and the space is limited. The service area where the car is parked just provides accommodation. The surrounding mountains and rivers are beautiful and the scenery is very good.

Mr. Sheng was very generous this time and opened a room for each of them.

Boyi watched anxiously as Shengbu and Diyan entered the same room, and said to Zhang Jun, "I always think that adults are weird."

Zhang Jun got into his room without looking back, and threw himself on the bed, "I think the seal he said is weird."

Boyi followed and lay down side by side with him, "Why don't we whisper?"

Just as Zhang Jun wanted to put his head closer, he saw the open door of the room, and Hei Jiao walked over coldly with a travel bag on his back, "Uh..."

Boyi: "?"

Zhang Jun said in a low voice: "Do you think that jiao is very handsome, just the kind of cool handsome."

Boyi clicked her tongue and said, "He's not my type." Then, sucking on her saliva, she said proudly, "But I'm his type."

Zhang Jun "..."

The national delicacy really has the pride of capital.

After dinner, after washing up, he lay down on the bed, and as soon as the light was turned off, Sheng Bu urged Di Yan to transform into a human form.

Di Yan sank into the pillow, lay down like a buddha, stretched out his claws and patted him: "Good boy, sleep."

Moribe caressed his scales ambiguously, "I'm so happy that I can't sleep."

Di Yan was actually not sleepy, but he wanted a dragon to quietly think about Longsheng for a while, and think about the smashing Longsheng by the way.

How should I live in the future.

Shengbu only tasted Emperor Yan's delicacy during the day, and now it's time to eat the marrow and taste. Ailong lay beside him again, unable to hold back at all, and started to rub with his fingers from Diyan's dragon horns, all the way to the tail, and then used Twirling the flexible dragon tail with his fingers, he said in a low voice, "Change back, just for a while."

Di Yan's tail was being played by him, and his whole body was stiff. Touching the dragon's tail meant courtship. Before, Di Yan felt that Shengbu was young, and this and that were not acceptable. Now that Shengbu is his son, this and that are even more unacceptable!

Di Yan said in confusion in his heart: My son, no!

Di Yan suddenly changed back to human form, pressed Sheng Bu under him with lingering fear, and took a deep breath, "No."

Shengbu looked a little disappointed, "Can't I kiss you?"

Di Yan looked down at his handsome eyebrows and thought for a while, it would be okay if he only kissed. He drew a picture of an old man kissing his son in his mind. He felt that his father was kind and filial, so he lowered his head and kissed Touch Moribe's forehead.

Sheng Bu was obviously not satisfied, turned over abruptly, reversed the postures of the two, lowered his head, and blocked his mouth.

Di Yan was forcibly pried open his lips, squinting his eyes at the ceiling, and thought: My own, my own!Cutest ever!

I don't know if Shengbu infected him, gradually, Di Yan's sober eyes became unfathomable, he slowly raised his hand, pressed on the back of Shengbu's head, closed his eyes, and sighed silently.

The next day, after breakfast, they set off again, and finally arrived in the capital at noon on the third day.

Several creatures discussed going to Heijiao's barbecue stand for a meal, and just got out of the car, Zhang Jun answered the phone, waved at them with a bad expression, reached out to stop a taxi, and left in a hurry.

The emperor was tired of being lazy, and just wanted to go back to take a bath and sleep. As soon as Moribu heard that he was going to take a bath, he just wanted to watch and didn't want to eat any barbecue.

In the end, only Boyi and Hei Jiao were left, and they put the ingredients together with the chef. The ingredients were trembling, and they couldn't help sneezing.

Hei Jiao glanced at him and said coldly: "Drink some ginger soup."

Bo Yi beeped, is this trying to make him taste better, and scared him away with a baa.

The days have returned to the daily life of sleeping, eating and watching dramas.

Di Yan finished the leftover "Disappearing Cambrian" in one breath, and sat down on an apple and flicked his tail contentedly.

After nibbling on the apple for a while, he propped his cheeks and turned his head to look at Er Shi, who was buried in front of the computer, and said loudly: "Ai——" Ai Qing?Aifei?Aiko?

How do you call it appropriate?The old dragon was confused.

Moribe raised his head, his fingers were still dancing on the keyboard, "Huh?"

Di Yan said: "It's nothing, I just want to ask what you are doing?"

"Make money to support you." Shengbu said with a smile.

Di Yan blinked his little green eyes, suddenly covered his heart, fell on his back on the apple, and said in his heart: Son Zai is so filial!

Just feeling emotional, he took Shengbu's cell phone away, and while Shengbu was concentrating on typing, he secretly called Boyi.

Boyi: "Don't miss it when you pass by, please give me a thumbs up from my little sister Tie, and I will live broadcast and eat green grass."

Emperor Yan: "..."

Boyi: "Ahem, my lord, I was live broadcasting just now, what's the matter?"

Di Yan: "Which line of business makes the most money now?"

Boyi: "Thank you, Laotie, for the yacht... the most profitable? Of course, it's live. Look at these sand sculptures, and I'll eat a handful of grass. Someone will give me money."

Emperor Yan: "..."

Di Yan humbly asked for advice, Bo Yi pushed him a few live broadcast apps, asked him to go on them, download the live broadcast later, and then talk to him in detail.

Di Yan turned on the live broadcast dubiously, and clicked on one casually.

......

Since then, a wonderful door has been opened.

When Boyi got off the broadcast to find Di Yan, Di Yan was stuck in the live broadcast for a long time and couldn't get back to his senses. They started a video call, and Di Yan's little green eyes were greener than before. .”

Bo Yi washed an apple, ate it and said, "What is that, I can still cook myself in an iron pot."

"..."

Di Yan picked at the screen of his phone and asked, "How much money can I earn for a live broadcast?"

Boyi said: "It depends on how strong the fans are. Like me, it only costs 2000 yuan at a time. The master can probably earn tens of thousands of yuan for a live broadcast. Hey, my lord, are you short of money?"

Emperor Yan said: "I want to raise the Shengbu." The big plan for raising a baby is to focus on the usual.

Boyi covered her cheeks, "My lord, you finally have the self-consciousness to attack the king!" It is only natural to attack and support.

"..."

"What's so good about live broadcasting? How about eating and broadcasting? I eat a lot."

Boyi: "..."

With that little belly, you can stick to the ground even after eating peanuts, where does your lord get the confidence?

Boyi thought for a while, the adult is a dragon, and the dragon's special skill is...

"Fire-breathing, my lord, you perform fire-breathing!"

The emperor let out a sigh of relief.

Boyi looked for Mars all over the screen, "Where, where?"

The emperor picked at the screen of the phone resentfully, "My spiritual power belongs to water, so I can't spit fire, so how about I spit water?"

Boyi muttered in a low voice, "...Spitting water is not at all majestic and domineering."

Di Yan narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Boyi immediately came up with an idea, "Can adults dance? There is a very popular dance on the Internet, cute pets can do it, it's very simple."

Di Yan propped his chin, "Oh? Push it to me."

Bo Yi quit the video, found the link from his account collection, and sent it to Di Yan.

Di Yan opened it and read it again, his little green eyes lit up, it's too simple, the old dragon can dance more wildly than those cats and dogs, he is the number one surfing dragon on the whole network!

Moribe sat in front of the computer desk for a day, finally completed the manuscripts he owed before, stood up and stretched his waist, and searched the living room for traces of Ryuuji.

Di Yan is not in the living room.

Moribu was about to go to the bedroom on the second floor to look for it, when he saw the WeChat on the computer flickering frantically, he poked it open, and the operation manager of the Xiaowanzi Live APP sent many voices:

Mr. Sheng, have you started the broadcast?Oh look, you didn't say anything in advance, I'll let technology push you to the list.

Sheng Bu replied: "What do you mean? Make it clear."

The operation manager paused, "In the afternoon, we detected an account registered with your mobile phone, the name is 'I am short and I am proud', you did not post photos on Weibo, the little lizard in the anchor and Your pet is exactly the same, although you can't see the face, but through technical analysis, it should be your pet..."

Before he finished listening to the voice, Shengbu strode up to the second floor in three steps in two.

There was a faint sound of music coming from his room.

Sheng Bu calmed down at the door, opened the door a crack, and saw the scene inside clearly, for the first time in his life, Mr. Sheng couldn't control his expression.

This is his face: -O-

On the cold gray bed sheet, Di Yan held two seaweeds in his paws, twisting coquettishly at the phone.

"Like a seaweed tree, dancing in the waves~~~~"

Moribe: "..."

Di Yan assumed the posture of a descendant shooting an arrow, shaking his claws, "Longhai, the vastness~~~"

In the live broadcast, Di Yan's head was covered by a small cartoon picture, only revealing his [-]cm body and four kawaii little paws fluttering on the screen, pure white scales in colorful filters Reflects beautiful brilliance.

A piece of frying pan in the comments.

"This is the sexiest lizard I've ever seen, bar none!"

"Lizards can dance, but I can only sand sculpture!"

"My brother gave the yacht to the little lizard, why did the little lizard show his face?"

"It's so cute! I want to give birth to little lizards!"

Di Yan's snarling claws support him, everyone loves dragons!

Moribe walked over, flipped the phone over with a 'snap', and looked at the old dragon coquettishly twisting his waist into an S shape with a blank face.

"..."

Uh.

Di Yan only had two words in his mind: "It's over!"

Shengbu leaned against the wall and looked at the cowardly old dragon on the bed without saying a word, the old dragon who was suppressed by silence couldn't lift his head.

Di Yan lowered his head and looked at the claws, thinking of ten thousand words of confession in his mind, opened his mouth, and felt that something was wrong, he is the father, Shengbu is the son, why should the son meddle in the affairs of the father?

Thinking of this, Di Yan clasped his paws together, put up a calm and majestic posture, raised his head arrogantly, and said arrogantly: "What do you want?"

Still want to take care of my business?

Moribu looked at him calmly, without saying a word.

Di Yan looked at his expression, the boiling arrogance suddenly shrank, and he said coyly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm wrong."

Lie back and fall into the quilt.

Shengbu's eyes softened, he approached the bed, knelt down on one knee beside the bed, "Do you think it's fun?"

The old dragon buried his head in the quilt and shook his head sullenly.

Moribe asked: "Then why do you want to broadcast live?"

Di Yan sat up and looked at him resentfully.

"Dragon?"

Di Yan stretched out his hand, "Come here."

Moribe sat closer.

Di Yan said: "Head over here."

Moribe stuck his head out.

Di Yan patted his head kindly, "You are so old, I didn't give you anything."

Sheng Bu said: "Send it, love goat face."

"..."

Di Yan said fiercely: "Shut up! I am not allowed to interrupt my speech."

Always maintain the majesty of Lao Tzu.

"Oh." The daughter-in-law is so arrogant.

Di Yan fell back into the role of a loving father, "I don't know how you are doing for so many years..."

Sheng Bu understood that Long Er was hiding some money from him, and gave him gifts, love gifts or something, thinking about it made him excited.

"Long Er." Sheng Bu raised his head.

Di Yan was lying on his head to 'touch' his head, and he raised his head and brought him up.

Moribe took off the old dragon from his hair and put it in the palm of his hand, "What's mine is yours, as long as you are by my side, I don't need anything."

The emperor was tired of tears, and opened his dragon claws, affectionately, smashing his son, and hugging his father, as if he was about to pounce on him.

Shengbu put his fingers against Di Yan's forehead, "Become a human."

Di Yan raised his claws, and the magic dragon transformed into a blah blah!

Seeing the white robe fluttering, Sheng Bu rushed up quickly, and pressed Di Yan under his body—it was another good kiss.

When Di Yan was awake, Sheng Bu was kissing him, but Di Yan was so sleepy after being kissed, he fell asleep for a while, and when he woke up, Sheng Bu was still rubbing against him sticky.

The old dragon couldn't take it anymore, kicked him out of the bed, recovered his dragon body, and fell asleep under the blanket.

Moribu lay on the ground, blinking slowly, thinking a little bit unpleasantly, he was already so emotional, why is Ryuuji still so calm?

The smart and wise Mr. Sheng couldn't think of the reason for a while, and lay down on the ground sullenly and closed his eyes.

When the other person in the room fell asleep, the shrunken old dragon suddenly opened his eyes.

He put his tail between his paws, covering the reactive area, and looked sad.

Why is it a son, why is it a son!