Get dressed quickly and get pregnant. My wife wants to be pampered.

Xu Baoer blinked slightly. She still liked Ying Huai's human form, but the real form couldn't accept it for a while.

Especially in pairs there, it's too dangerous.

Ying Huai kissed Xu Baoer's lips again, their noses touching. His long curly hair was very beautiful, with broken hair scattered on his forehead, like a charming monster.

Ying Huai has a pair of eyes that are very loving, full of love. In those beautiful eyes, there is only the reflection of Xu Baoer at the moment.

"After this is over, let's go back to the Dragon Clan together, okay?"

Xu Baoer shook his head, "I can go back with you, but you have to live on my hilltop."

"You are my... dragon."

Xu Baoer paused and changed the person into a dragon.

"Well, I'm yours."

Ying Huai came up from the bottom, raised his head and kissed Xu Baoer, like a gentle and dormant slave.

"You turn me into a dragon." Xu Baoer was actually quite curious about dragons. After figuring out that the dragon was Ying Huai, she suddenly wasn't afraid anymore.

After all, she might give birth to little dragons in the future.

Xu Baoer planned to study it first and study the dragon at close range. She was the only one in the dragon clan.

"Get smaller." Xu Baoer was worried that Ying Huai would become too big. She was afraid.

"Okay." Ying Huai was indeed very obedient and cunning. He turned into a dragon with human form.

Xu Baoer got up and moved himself next to the pillow. Ying Huai wisely put his head on Xu Baoer's lap.

"So this is the dragon's horn."

Dragons have no horns. Xu Baoer touched Ying Huai's horns. They felt good, but the scales were a bit prickly.

Canglong's body is very beautiful, with blue scales like clear water and clear waves, and muscle lines showing the beauty of strength everywhere.

"Five-fingered Canglong."

Xu Baoer held Ying Huai's paw, studied it, and lightly touched his long finger.

Ying Huai was very obedient. He was worried about scaring Xu Baoer and lay motionless.

Xu Baoer sat on the dragon's body and carefully pulled Ying Huai's dragon beard.

Yeah, it's so funny, it turns out that the dragon looks like this.

"Want to compare the differences between dragons and dragons?" Ying Huai said in a somewhat malicious tone.

Xu Baoer frowned and thought for a while, then with a "swish", he turned into a little white dragon and lay down next to Ying Huai.

"I still feel white..."

Before these three words "better-looking" were uttered, the little white dragon was held down by Canglong and was so frightened that he did not dare to move.

"Be good, I'll teach you the difference."

With the candlelight flickering, Xu Baoer began a course on distinguishing dragons and dragons. She tried to skip class several times during the course, but was caught all the time.

The ferocious dragon crawled under her skirt, and the long black hair became her reins. The little dragon tamed the unruly beast.

The clear water reflects the green mountains, and the setting sun shines on the flowing water.

When Xu Baoer woke up, he was already a little useless dragon. Fortunately, the dragon's skin was solid and nothing happened to the little guy in his belly.

"Are there really three?" Xu Baoer quickly turned over when he heard Ying Huai say he saw three little ones.

She was so amazing that she was pregnant with three children.

"Yeah, three little ones."

After Xu Baoer heard the affirmative answer, he turned back again, swaying on his feet and in a good mood.

"There is one more thing, I don't know if I should tell you." Ying Huai was a little hesitant. He was worried that Xu Baoer would be sad when he found out.

"Tell me." Xu Baoer was still immersed in the joy of the three babies, and his tone was brisk.

"Rong Jing is your uncle."

Xu Baoer: "..."

Xu Baoer calculated the seniority in his mind and realized that Rong Jing's sister was his mother.

She had never met her mother, and her father almost never mentioned her mother. Before Xu Baoer realized that she still had a mother, her father had already died.

It turns out that she is the child of a dragon and a demon.

"Is she still alive?" Xu Baoer vaguely felt that her mother was gone.

"No." Ying Huai touched Xu Baoer's head and tried to comfort her.

"Oh, then I'll bury her and dad together."

Xu Baoer's answer was a bit unexpected, and Ying Huai obviously didn't react.

"Bao'er, do you feel sad when you think of your father?"

"No." Xu Baoer shook his head.

"Why?" Ying Huai realized that Xiaolong's thinking was somewhat different.

"Because I like daddy very much."

Because I like it very much, I don’t feel sad when I think about it.

Ying Huai was stunned and took Xu Baoer into his arms with pitying eyes.

Later, Ying Huai told Xu Baoer the whole story of the Thunder Tribulation.

Rongyin's temperament is very similar to that of a little dragon. He is casual, lawless and not bound by etiquette.

Such a chic and wanton woman is willing to "trade my life for my son's life". When being hunted, she would rather spend her whole life cultivating just to keep her young son alive.

"Rong Jing should be very sad."

"Back then, he sucked away all the aura from your mountaintop, causing your mana to grow far below your qualifications. As a result, you were beaten every day and unable to fight back."

"If Rongyin's magic power hadn't been protecting you during this thunderstorm, you would have died."

Rongyin's love saved Xu Baoer's second life, and she was still a little dragon with two lives.

Ying Huai guessed that Rong Jing could not forgive him. The plan of the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas was too vicious, interlocking, and fatal.

For Rong Jing, it was heartbreaking to see his niece being bullied because of him since childhood.

He is ashamed of his honor.

"I don't blame Rong Jing. If someone else took away my scattered magic weapons, I would want to kill them every day."

"Ying Huai, I have relatives now."

Ying Huai was a little disgusted when he heard this, and he said in a helpless tone, "You also need to count me and the child."

"Oh, remember."

"Ying Huai, am I already in the state of distraction now?" Xu Baoer's eyes were a little eager to try.

"Yes, you have reached the state of distraction, and nothing will happen to you until the calamity before the distraction period."

Xu Baoer dug into his sleeves and took out a stack of long bamboo slips with many words written on them, including that Ying Huai owed her a pot of water.

"I want to go back to the Dragon Clan and avenge all my past grievances."

"I also want to put my father's memorial tablet into the Tomb of Heroes."

Xu Baoer does not plan to bury her father's ashes in the Heroes Tomb, fearing that those pregnant dragons will threaten her with her father's ashes in the future. She wants to find her mother's bones and bury them together in a feng shui treasure land.

"it is good."

Ying Huai fully supports Xu Baoer's revenge, and how to repay kindness with kindness.

At this moment, Rong Jing was sitting on the big tree, crying so hard that he was about to break. When I thought about how I had caused my niece to be beaten for so many years, and how I had helplessly watched her being bullied by others.

Rong Jing felt that he was unforgivable and he could not forgive himself.

This is more uncomfortable than killing him.

So what if it was an unintentional mistake, the damage has been done.

Rong Jing would cry uncontrollably every time she thought of the little dragon when she was a child, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

He was so stupid, he should have noticed something strange long ago. Such a weak little dragon could actually find all the magic weapons he dropped without any mistakes, and even after picking them up, they wouldn't be poisoned by the magic weapons.

It was so unusual that he didn't think about it.

He deserved to die for the child whom his sister had protected with his life to be trampled upon like this by him.

Rong Jing blamed himself to the extreme. This hatred was irreconcilable. He was determined to cut the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas into thousands of pieces to comfort his sister's spirit in heaven.