Evil dragon roars ~ woo woo

"But I'm sick, so I can only live up to my mother's kindness." The young master is thin, his cheeks are thin, and his exposed wrists are even thinner as if they could be broken. His complexion is pale, and he coughed just now. On the contrary, there is a little blood color, the red eyes are like rubies, with a magnificent color, and the appearance is very handsome.

He looked down at Long Ming, and said in a low voice: "You just said that it is impossible to ask the servants to buy it. The housekeeper grandpa does not allow me to eat outside food. He thinks that food is unhealthy."

"Of course, I don't think it's unhealthy. They look delicious and I like them very much." The young master hastily added that he doesn't discriminate against common people's things.

"Then do you usually live here alone?" Long Ming looked at him curiously.

"Yes." The young master nodded: "Mother, she went to buy beauty potions recently, and my father is very busy with work, so he seldom comes to see me."

When Long Ming heard the word beauty potion, he immediately thought of Mo Ke. He tentatively asked, "What's the name of that potion master?"

"I don't know. He is very mysterious. He is a good friend of my mother and a potion master. The beauty potion he made is very effective, so many ladies come to him, so I need to make an appointment. It just so happens that my body is not good recently. Seriously, she took the servants to get the potion."

It sounds like Mo Ke, Long Ming was a little uncertain. After Satan finished his next sentence, his thoughts were dismissed again. Mo Ke lives far away from the Guangming Empire. It should be just another wizard Bar.

"Usually three days, mother will be back." The young master stood up and stretched out his hand: "I'll pull you up."

Seeing his thin and frail appearance, Long Ming didn't dare to let him pull, he held his hand weakly and got up.

Unexpectedly, the young master's hands were frighteningly cold.

"Huh? Your hands are so warm." The young master was also very surprised. He looked down at the fleshy little hand in his palm, and felt the warmth spread from the little guy's hand to the bottom of his heart.

Long Ming beckoned the young master to bend down, and touched his forehead when he lowered his head, and the temperature was much lower than that of ordinary people.

He looked at this little noble in poor health strangely.

"What's wrong?" The young master looked at him in confusion.

"Your hands are a bit cold." Long Ming said slowly.

The young master put down his hand, took out a snow-white handkerchief and coughed softly, his pale cheeks flushed a little, and he looked a little embarrassed: "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Long Ming shook his head, it stands to reason that this room is full of fire and warm as spring, even if it is a sick person, the body temperature should not be so low.

"Would you like to play colorful boards or glazed billiards? I have them here." The young master took out his toy box from the bedside, and called the little one to play with him.

His attention is all on his favorite little playmate, and he has no interest in another Oreo who accompanies him at all.

Long Ming walked over, not very interested in these toys, he glanced outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the crimson silk curtains were hanging down on the carpet, probably to keep the sunlight shining, this little master's window is made of a large piece of Made of rectangular glass, from here you can see the beautiful scenery below, the sculpture fountain, the blooming rose garden promenade, and a frozen lake at the back. You can imagine the blue waves rippling when the winter snow melts, Nestled in the green by the red.

Holding his small chin, Long Ming looked at the goose feathers and heavy snow falling outside, and felt that this small castle was quite beautiful.

Oreo poured two cups of hot tea for the little dragon cub and the little nobleman.

Young Master Satan took a sip, looked at the big and small opposite, suddenly remembered something, and asked nervously and expectantly: "Would you like to be my personal servants? The salary is very high. Stay with me for food and lodging, and I won’t treat you badly.” In fact, he wanted to keep that cute little one, because the adults saw him a lot, and he just wanted to play with his peers, and it didn’t matter if he was younger.

"I can tell Aunt Linda, you don't have to worry."

Long Ming didn't expect the young master to say that. If they belonged to the real Aunt Linda's family, they might have agreed, but they weren't, and they were worried about revealing their secrets.

"No, young master. I've been busy with my studies recently. I took him with me to earn a meager salary for tuition. We appreciate your kindness, but we can't agree." Oreo straightened his back and refused gently and politely. Meet the young master's request.

The young master pursed his lips, his eyes went out instantly, and he was very disappointed: "I know."

Oreo sat upright, very conscientious: "Do you want to know about the Academy of Magic now? I can tell you."

When Long Ming heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Where did Oreo go to the Magic Academy of the Bright Empire? What if his secrets are revealed?

He glanced at Oreo quietly, and found that his face was so natural that he seemed to be an incomparably authentic student of the Magic Academy, without any guilt.

"No need, I don't want to hear it now." The young master flicked the glass ball on the carpet, looking a bit listless, and his voice was limp: "Anyway, I won't be able to go to school."

Huh, Oreo's move of retreating into advance scared him to death.

Looking at the innocent and weak young master, Long Ming felt a little guilty.

"Okay." Oreo complied obediently.

"Maybe you guys would like to talk about things outside, I want to hear." The young master stood up and took two pillows from the bed, gave one of them to Long Ming, and looked sideways at them with the other white sleeping pillow.

Long Ming also hugged the pillow, smelling a strong aroma, he couldn't help but sneezed.

"I can say." Oreo casually glanced at the golden aromatherapy ball hanging on the carved bedpost, his eyes flashed, and then he spoke slowly.

Oreo's stories are all about the legend of the magician's travels in Azerek. His voice is unhurried, like a spring breeze, which makes people feel very comfortable after listening to it. The pitch never rises or falls abruptly. Like a lullaby, Long Ming listened to his eyelids involuntarily drooping down, and then held on to keep himself from falling asleep.

The same goes for the young master on the opposite side. He has already yawned several times, and Ruby's eyes are full of water, obviously he is already too sleepy.

At the end, he nodded slowly, closed his eyes slowly, fell unsteadily on the carpet and fell asleep, the white pillow was held in his arms, and after a while, there was a gentle groan. Breathing.

Long Ming is now certain that Oreo must have added the tone of the Siren's song when he spoke just now, otherwise he wouldn't be so sleepy.

Oreo brought a golden aromatherapy ball from the golden hook above the bed.

"It smells of musk in it."

Oreo spun the ball away, rubbed a little spice on the back of his hand with his fingertips, and the cuffs of the wide black mage robe slid down to perfectly cover the light gray marks on the back of his hand.

Long Ming became less sleepy. He stretched out his hand and took the small golden copper ball, and sniffed it carefully. Only then did he vaguely smell the musky scent mixed with many other scents.

Oreo carried the human cub on the ground to the bed and covered him with a quilt.

"This aromatherapy ball should be made by that perfumer." Long Ming handed the ball to Oreo for him to hang it up again.

"It's very possible." Oreo sat down with a smile in his silver eyes: "It can be regarded as a clue."

"The mercenary group said they would send those cubs here. I think the owner of this castle should also know about it. It is very likely that he met the perfumer."

Long Ming looked at the young master who was soundly asleep, feeling a little complicated.

Oreo opened the door and brought in the lantern, and Celia flew around the house a few times, liking the warm temperature here.

"You are here, I will go to the backyard to check, and I will come back as soon as possible." Oreo knelt down and looked at Xiaolong.

"Okay, then be careful, Oreo."

After Oreo left, Long Ming played with Celia, then lay down on the carpet, looking at the garden below.

"These nobles are really rich." Seria gnawed on a flintstone.

Long Ming nodded.

"But you are richer, dear boy." Celia clenched her fists, and the flames swelled up: "Let's get those gem gold coins over quickly, and then build a gem castle. We live together, and the spoons we use for eating will be needed Made of precious stones, covered with gold coins on the bed, and made of pure gold for the quilt."

"You'll be the richest dragon Azeric has ever seen, and I'll be the richest fire elf."

Long Ming was amused by Celia, his eyes turned into crescent moons, and just as he was about to speak, Oreo came in silently.

Long Ming stood up, the young master on the bed woke up at this moment, he quickly stuffed Celia into the lantern.

The young master was sitting on the bed, with sleepiness still in his eyes, and it took him a while to fully wake up.

"It seems that it's about time." Young Master Satan looked at the clock, it was almost an hour.

He got out of bed and shook the falling aromatherapy ball for a while, and the aroma was overflowing.

"Grandpa the butler will take you out after a while, time flies so fast." The young master said reluctantly, with a melancholy expression.

Long Ming thought for a while, then took out a honey candy from his pocket and gave him a piece of honey, silently comforting him, hoping that tomorrow the young master will see the real nephew and grandson of Aunt Linda's family, and forgive their deception.

The young master looked at his playmate expectantly, and made a decision on his own: "You guys come back tomorrow, I still have a lot of fun here."

I'm afraid the young master will hate him tomorrow when he learns the truth, Long Ming thought, feeling himself being hugged, smelling the fragrance at the tip of his nose, he couldn't help but sneezed again.

The young master quickly looked at him worriedly: "What's wrong with you, are you sick?"

"Looks like I'm allergic to the scent in the house," Oreo replied.

The young master took down the aromatherapy ball: "Is this the smell? It was prepared by my mother's friend who is a potion master. He said it would help me sleep, so it has been hanging on the bedside."

Oreo remembered this and smiled slightly: "The spices inside must be very expensive."

"It should be." The young master leaned closer and sniffed it: "There are several kinds of fragrances in it. According to my mother, it is made from the exclusive secret recipe of the potion master."

After chatting for a few more words, Long Ming and the others left under the stern gaze of the butler grandpa.

Why harsh, because they brought in the lanterns.

At that time, Long Ming wanted to complain when he heard a mouthful of common people's things.

Young Master Satan was very angry, he loudly reprimanded the butler, and then increased their reward for playing with them to one gold coin per hour.

When Long Ming left, he was holding the gold coin, and when he turned his head, he could still see the lonely figure of the young master sitting in front of the French window and looking at them.

It seems to be waiting for their arrival tomorrow.

On the way back, Oreo bought two cups of milk tea and double the amount of mountain chestnuts and red taro.

Long Ming ate several mountain chestnuts before swallowing the stuffy feeling in his heart.

"Oreo, have you found anything?"

"There is a suspicious room in the backyard. It is protected by a special spell, and there are dozens of great magicians guarding it. I observed it from a distance for a while and then left." Oreo Looking down, he peeled a chestnut and fed it to the little dragon cub.

Long Ming chewed chestnuts, his voice was a bit vague: "Do you think that perfumer is the potion master?"

"You have to see it to be sure."

Oreo and Xiaolong talked while walking, and returned to the hotel after a while.

After drinking the milk tea promised by the little guy, Gelu couldn't help but patted his head.

When the parents had dinner together in the evening, Oreo shared the news he had received. After all, information must be shared.

"Selling roasted mushrooms, roasted mountain chestnuts, fragrant, sweet and big."

"Lamb rolls, spicy shredded squid, three skewers for five copper coins."

There was a lively hawking sound from downstairs, and Long Ming's heart was also hooked by it.

So he was only half full for dinner, waiting to go down and buy his happy food later.

Carlo noticed it and gave a hand.

"Don't you want to eat a little more? Would you like a bottle of spar milk?" Gelu took a bite of the bread, wondering why Xiaolong's appetite was a little smaller than before tonight.

"I'm not hungry, Gru." He wanted to save his stomach for snacks.

A smile flashed across Oreo's eyes, pretending not to see Xiaolong's thoughts.

Just when Long Ming took the gold coins and went downstairs excitedly, ran to the snack stand next to the Yunyun Hotel, told the stall owner to pack two servings of each item, and just when he couldn't wait to pick up a piece of spicy grilled shredded squid to eat, Kaka Luo lifted Xiaolong up and looked at him with dark eyes.

If he recovers his body, Long Ming feels that his tail must be frightened right now, and his scales will explode.

"...Ka...Kaluo." Long Ming didn't know why Kaluo was suddenly filled with the majesty of a patriarch.

It's like every child who likes to eat spicy chicken food is caught by his parents, and he gets all the stolen goods.

Carlo looked at the red shredded chilli squid in Xiaolong's hand, his face became more condensed.

Just when Long Ming's heart was pounding, the shredded squid in his hand was taken away.

Carlo ate it up blankly.

Long Ming: ...he felt that he had been greatly hurt, woo woo.

"It's not as delicious as spar milk." After tasting it, Carlo concluded, "It's not as nutritious as it."

Carlo looked at the limp little dragon cub, suddenly wanted to laugh for some reason, and he gave him another one.

"The one you just got cold, this one just baked."

Long Ming's eyes lit up: "Thank you Carlo." He knew that the big black dragon was a good dragon.

"Pack three servings, I'll eat too." Carlo waited for the little dragon to finish eating, and prepared to do some ideological work on the little dragon cub later.

You can eat snacks, but you can't drink spar milk.