amazingly short legs

Mr. Sheng secretly took twenty or thirty photos of the back of Xiaolong's angry head with his mobile phone, and then comforted him, "Angry?"

Di Yan yawned, patted the beer with his tail, and ignored him.

The human race is full of honey and swords, he sacrifices himself for others, no one sacrifices himself for dragons, it really makes dragons angry.

From its inexplicable anger, Shengbu tasted a little bit of his girlfriend's unreasonable troubles, and thought it was quite sweet, so he deliberately got used to it and said, "I was wrong, I will apologize to you, don't be angry, eh?"

Di Yan snorted coldly in the beer, a bubble came out of his nostril, rose to the top of his head and shattered.

Moribe was almost killed by it.

Di Yan decided that no matter what the human race said, he would never believe it again.

With a low voice and gentle expression, Moribe said, "To express my apologies, I'll buy you a big fish tank so that you can swim in it, okay?"

Di Yan's horns twitched.

Big fish tank?

Di Yan twitched his tail curled up in the small fish tank, turned his head, and asked suspiciously, "How big is it?"

"As big as you want."

Di Yan thought for a while, "I still want seaweed."

Moribu's black eyes were slightly smiling, "How about buying you a few more little goldfish?"

Di Yan felt better.

He poked his head out of the fishbowl and stretched out his claws.

Moribe moved closer.

Di Yan said and turned his head.

Moribe stuck his head out.

Di Yan patted Sheng Bu's head calmly with his paw, "Ai Qing has a heart."

Coaxing the dragon into beauty, Mr. Sheng won the dragon's heart.

He didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, so the next day Mr. Sheng slept with his little dragon until ten o'clock in the morning, and even when Sheng got up, Di Yan was still snoring in the beer fish tank.

Di Yan was really tired. He used some spiritual power to heal Shengbu when he just broke the seal, and used some spiritual power to deal with Shusi at night, and he hasn't recovered until now.

Moribe didn't get up either, lying on his side and staring at the dragon soaked in beer on the bedside table.

The small bubbles in the beer stuck to Di Yan's body, and the sunlight from outside the curtains seeped in, shining brightly on those bubbles.

He admired it quietly until there was a gurgling sound in the fish tank.

Di Yan opened his green eyes.

For a moment, Moribe was as crystal clear as seeing the sun shining on the crystal-clear blue lake water, his heart twitched violently, and a kind of oppressive and obscure bitterness slowly permeated into his limbs and bones.

He was dazed. As an author, he didn't know how to describe this feeling for a while, as if the soul was bitter.

Di Yan was lying on the side of the fish tank, propping his chin with two small claws, letting Shengbu stare straight at him, feeling quite refreshed. Although the old dragon was getting old, he was still handsome and handsome. ,Right.

Di Yan's stomach grumbled again, and it interrupted Mr. Sheng's nympho.

"Aiqing, what about breakfast?"

Sheng Bu came back to his senses sharply, his heart still felt sore, he also felt baffled, his little dragon was obviously sweet and delicious by his side, how could he feel a sense of being lost.

Mr. Sheng ignored the abnormality just now, and got up to prepare breakfast for Xiaolong.

Di Yan followed behind his buttocks, walking in four directions with little dragon claws, and said: "I eat a lot, Ai Qing should cook more."

"..." Shengbu thought of that lonely flower carapace again.

Xiaolong will not be ignorant of numbers, right?

Shengbu made fried eggs with mushrooms, crab roe buns, and seafood and vegetable porridge. Di Yan sat on the chopstick rest on the dining table and looked at him with great interest, "Ai Qing is really good."

"eat more."

"it is good."

Shengbu brought out a good-looking seafood porridge, and used the smallest bowl in the house to fill half a bowl for Xiaolong.

Di Yan promised to eat more, so he actually ate more, including soup and rice, and ate ten grains each.

Moribe: "..."

Di Yan watched Sheng Aiqing staring straight at him, raised the paw that was about to be put down, and ate another one to save him.

"Hurp." Di Yan leaned crookedly on the chopstick rest, looking as if he was full and dying.

Moribe resigned to his fate and ate all the rest of his breakfast.

While eating, Di Yan lay on the sidelines and watched, his green eyes filled with 'my heart for Ai Qing'.

Shengbu realized one thing, if Xiaolong is raised like this, it is hard to say whether he is fat or not, he will definitely become fat.

After breakfast, one person and one dragon went out to buy the big fish tank that was agreed yesterday.

Di Yan went out for the first time after coming out of the wine bottle, and he couldn't help being a little excited.

Shengbu went to change clothes, Di Yan followed behind for a stroll, Shengbu took a look at him and felt that he was going out for a walk.

When others walk their dogs, he walks his dragon, and he is very advanced.

Di Yan watched him change his clothes and get a haircut, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart that the human race is troublesome, then he glanced in the mirror and was shocked when he saw his own appearance.

Seeing Xiaolong standing on the coffee table and jumping back as if seeing a ghost, Shengbu squatted down and asked concerned, "What's the matter?"

Di Yan pointed to the little white dragon in the mirror, his claws trembling, "My scales——"

"Injured?" Sheng Bu looked carefully, but found nothing abnormal, and it was still white and clean as usual.

Depressedly, Di Yan rested the dragon claw on Sheng Bu's finger, and said dejectedly, "I'm fading."

Moribe: "..."

He didn't seem to understand.

Di Yan raised his head and looked out of the window at a 45-degree angle. The white and clean dragon face has handsome lines, the dragon's beard is slender, and the dragon's carcass is graceful. He sighed sadly: "I used to have green scales."

A song automatically played in Moribe's mind:

I am a little blue dragon, little blue dragon,

I have a little secret, little secret,

I won't tell you, I won't tell you—

"What is it now?"

Di Yan puffed up his cheeks, "The color has faded."

Moribe: "..."

The emperor hates to look left and right, up and down.

Sheng Bu came back to his senses, felt sorry for its fading color, and thought it was funny. Seeing Xiaolong's melancholy look, he was afraid that it would be sad, so he tightened his face, and comforted him solemnly: "Don't be sad, white is also beautiful, what are you looking for?"

Di Yan asked, "Is there a wet handkerchief?"

Moribe handed it a piece of wet tissue, and looked at it worriedly, he would not commit suicide, if Xiaolong couldn't think about it, he could take it to dye, not to mention green, colorful red dragon would do.

Di Yan sat in Sheng Bu's hand, turned his head away, carefully wiped the scales on his body with a wet towel, and sighed while wiping, "White is not very resistant to dirt."

Moribe: "..."

Emperor Gan touched the white scales on his body cherishingly, and felt that the old dragon was pure and beautiful, and he really needed to admire himself for a while, "I am so white, it is easy to get dirty when I go to the ground, Aiqing, please hump me."

He will not walk in the future. As a white dragon, he must pay attention to cleanliness, so that he looks good in vain.

Moribe: "..."