Cute dragon crossing the river

It's hard for Feng Wu to imagine that an adult would do such a childish thing as sucking his fingers.

"I want to know, what is your real age?"

Adulthood is certain, but we don't know which stage it is, youth, middle age, or old age.

Long San sucked his left hand, he raised his right hand and stamped: "One year old." The precise data is one year and 68 days.

"One year old?" Feng Wu frowned suddenly, he thought that Long San was teasing himself: "Do you think I'm a fool?"

From the beginning to the end, no one believed Long San's truth.

Although it would not anger Long San, he just wondered: "Why are you a fool?"

Having sucked Feng Wu's blood, he had already labeled Feng Wu as a special human in his heart.Facing Feng Wu's question, Long San is more patient than usual.

"There are too many loopholes in your words. This game stipulates that people under the age of 16 are not allowed to log in." Feng Wu was waiting for Long San's explanation.

"..." Long San didn't quite understand, he thought that he was indeed one year and 68 days old, and his memory was correct.

And what does the rules of this game have to do with him?

Does the human age need to count the time spent in the eggshell?

If that's the case... Long San started to calculate in his mind with dull eyes, and then he found that he couldn't remember.

30 years? 40 years?Or 50 years?

Long San couldn't be sure, he stretched out his hand to rake the dull hair on his head, and concentrated on sucking Yun's fingers.

He, a scumbag in mathematics, just put Feng Wu aside like this.

Many performances, really don't look like an adult.Feng Wu's feeling of talking with Long San seems to be like communicating with a bear child.There is no logic, no theme, and no continuity.

Feng Wu lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought, suddenly he bit his fingertips.The fishy smell smeared on the tip of the tongue, and the bright red fingertips were passed to Long San.

I saw Long San's eyelids lifted, and immediately gave up his fingers.He grabbed Feng Wu's index finger with both hands, sucked the bloody fingertip in his mouth.

The fingertips covered with dragon saliva quickly healed the wound, Long San couldn't suck the blood out by sucking his mouth, he pulled it out disappointedly, and tilted his head to look.

Feng Wu was also watching, he saw the intact finger, it was really healed.

He hugged the little meatball tightly in his arms: "Where is your home? I'll go find you."

Regardless of whether Long San is young, middle-aged, or old, Feng Wu always wants to win over such a person.

Just the miraculous saliva of the other party is enough to make people flock to him.

After all, Long San is still young, and his defense is not strong enough.While Feng Wu wanted his saliva, he also coveted Feng Wu's blood.

The Dragon Clan is a greedy race, or a foodie.Once you come across something delicious and nutritious, you will be in a hurry at least, and you will not be able to move if you are at worst.

Seeing that the child seemed to be hesitant, Feng Wu coaxed softly in his ear: "I thought you liked my blood, real blood."

It tastes better and more real than in the game.

The greedy Longzu opened his pupils, pursed his mouth and offered his home address with both hands.

Feng Wu got this string of addresses, smiled strangely, nodded and said: "Very good, let's go to the fighting arena to watch the excitement at night, and I will go to you tomorrow."

Rhino Town, a small place that has never been heard of.

"I'm hungry." Long San raised his chin, and quickly stamped with his fingers: "Offline, drink milk."

Feng Wu held his forehead, feeling that Long San is good at everything, but he can't bear to play like a child.He stood up holding Long San and said, "Wait a moment, I'll take you to a place."

Although Fengwu doesn't like to buy property in the game, but at least it is the leader of the district, and one or two houses should be enough.

He took Long San to his house in the suburbs.

An old-fashioned Chinese-style house, just like the one Feng Wu lived in in reality, is a desolate, cold and quiet place.

At best it sounds clean, but in reality it is desolate.

Opening the unbuttoned mahogany door, Feng Wu walked into the bleak courtyard with Long San in his arms.A clump of old trees was gloomy and overcast, and a few jackdaws flew away in panic, leaving behind a series of ugly calls.

Long San didn't like this gloomy environment, so he leaned into Feng Wu's arms.

"I haven't been here for a long time, this place is desolate." Feng Wu still remembers that the summer here is unique.

Holding people into the house, the scene inside is not so desolate.

Long San was placed on an arhat bed with soft silk quilts under his body.

Stretched out his little hand to touch it, it was Long San's favorite touch.

As if he was born noble, born to use these expensive materials.

Feng Wu sat on the floor in front of the bed, propped his head with one hand, and brushed away the long hair on his chest with the other.He watched Long San disappear on the bed, he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

……

Long San needs more than ten hours of sleep every day. When he is full, he wants to sleep.

After lunch and sleeping until dark, Xiaolong woke up and stretched, babbling.

It crawled to the bathroom, put a bathtub of cold water with its tail, and swam dozens of times in it.

Tired of swimming, Xiaolong rested his chin on the edge of the bathtub and remained still in the water.There are only two eyes, wandering around.

It blinked, feeling as if it had forgotten something important.

After thinking about it, Long San crawled out of the bathtub, shook the water off his body, and turned into a meat dumpling, the kind without clothes.

He walked up to a pile of clothes on two chubby legs, and put on panties for himself.

After playing the game, instead of matching the real clothes, Long San still wore the original goose-yellow autumn clothes, and the whole dragon was tender and tender.

"..." He turned over on the silk quilt, raised his head and looked around the room, but there was no sign of Feng Wu.

Feng Wu, who was far away in another place, suddenly left everyone behind and returned to the ancient house as quickly as possible.

"Yeah." The closed door was pushed open, and the flying red dress dazzled Long San's eyes.

Feng Wu's face was hidden in it, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his smile was like a spring breeze: "I thought you wouldn't come."

Reach out and pick up the clumsy child, and ride the flamingo to the fighting arena in the east.

The city was full of people coming and going, and it seemed a little busier than usual.

Most of these people came from other cities, and a small part came from other regions, and they all came for tonight's election.

Several bosses happened to gather in the square in front of the arena.They heard a flamingo call and looked up at the sky.

The sharp birdsong pierced the sky, leading the owner to hover several times over the plaza, above the statue of the God of Fighting, before landing steadily.

"Fengwu is a robber." Lady Qing, who looked at him coldly, murmured while crossing her arms.She also wanted to hold the little baby to play handsome in the sky, but unfortunately the bird belongs to Feng Wu, and the little baby also belongs to Feng Wu.

"He is always used to stealing other people's things." Fan Xin said, about Feng Wu's mount bird, everyone knew it was stolen.

"He is not the only one with strength, you are stronger than him, why don't you do it?" Bing Gui was very curious, among them, Fan Xin was also one of the unfathomable men.

"It's forced by my status." Brahma touched his neat neckline and said with a wry smile, "If I were just a free person like Feng Wu, I would be more wanton than him."

Everyone looked sideways, it was hard to see Brahma Xin showing a sensual look, this man is always true and false, making it hard to believe.

"I can understand." As an unfree person, Feng Chu is qualified to sympathize with Fanxin, he raised his hand and patted the old man's shoulder.

"Tsk tsk, you are so pitiful." Lady Qing looked at them, so she didn't envy people who eat public food, that's too unfree.

"My little baby, I want to go and see him." Fan Xin walked towards Feng Wu and Long San.

Long San flew in the sky, his hair was messed up.

Feng Wu was combing his knotted hair with his fingers, because it was too soft and easy to knot together, he combed it carefully.

"Baby, do you still remember me?" Fan Xin came to Long San and smiled at him.

With a gentle smile and elegant manners, Brahma easily wins the favor of others.

But this does not include Long San who is indifferent to human beings, he stayed in Feng Wu's arms and glanced up at Fan Xin.I have vaguely seen this person, but I don't have any special impression.

For Long San, human beings only distinguish between useful and useless.

The useful ones are like Feng Wu, and the useless ones are like the abandoned Hu Kai.One day, Long San will take care of those humans who have deceived him.

Without any response from Long San, Fan Xin asked again in surprise, "Little baby?" He stretched out his palm, wanting to touch Long San's face.

Long San stared at that hand bitterly and bitterly, making Brahma not dare to act rashly.

He wondered if Long San's mind was abnormal, and he didn't like the well-loved Mr. Chairman.

"Hey!" Feng Wu hugged Long San and turned to leave, his last look was unbearable.

Walking on the passage of the gray fighting arena built with stones, Feng Wu was a little curious and asked Long San in his hand: "You don't like him?"

"Human beings are bad."

"I'm human too."

Feng Wu appeared in the noisy fighting arena, and the people who found him quieted down instantly.With the linkage effect, the entire fighting arena was silent in the end.

The torches are blazing around, and the strong fighters are watching fiercely in the arena.

This is the battle field where life and death are at stake.

Following behind came in, and four bosses from other districts.

Fengchu, Fanxin, Qingniangzi and Binggui, the four from the east and south districts did not come.

Feng Wu glanced back, and walked straight to the highest place, his exclusive seat for watching the battle.

The bosses who needed to find their own seats complained: "Fengwu really doesn't have the sense of being a master at all."

Feng Chu said with a paralyzed face: "It's not that you don't know, he is just this kind of person." There is no worldly sophistication to speak of, and he is very, very alone.

"That's not okay, let's go up, let's go up to find him. Anyway, isn't it spacious enough there?" Mrs. Qing smiled and went up first.

In fact, she wants to go up and hug the baby, if Feng Wu doesn't stop her.

A large group of people came towards Long San and saw him sitting on other people's lap with dignity, but they didn't respond.

"Baby, can I give you a hug?" Lady Qing bent down and stretched out her hand to Long San, expecting him to nod.

Feng Wu found it interesting, he didn't stop Mrs. Qing's actions, but looked at Long San expectantly.

I saw Long San's expression was the same as that of a corgi dog seeing an unknown object, staring at the beautiful hands with red nails, then turned away his bun face, and pulled Feng Wu's skirt in horror to cover himself.

"..." It was the first time Feng Wu saw such a little dragon, and he hugged him so cowardly, as if he was frightened.

Why is that?