White oak palace, dormitory.

Wen Ying stood in front of the snow-white mirror, and she looked at herself in the mirror. The long jet-black hair, a strand of hair on the left and right ears is braided into a twist, twisted at the back of the head, pinned with a snow-white Daphne flower-like hair ornament, and the hairstyle is simple.

Looking at a colorful bandeau dress, Wen Ying frowned. The design of the long skirt is very close-fitting, and the fishtail long skirt that cinchs the waist and hips is very smooth, and the fabric feels very good. This is a phoenix feather coat.

The little golden dragon and Wen Ying were side by side, he stood in mid-air, looking at himself in the mirror, very curious. This was the first time Xiao Jinlong looked in the mirror, he pounced on the mirror, licked his own image in the mirror, and flew back to Wen Ying's side.

Wen Ying looked at the neck, shoulders, and even arms of the person in the mirror, and there were kiss marks everywhere, either dark or light red. She was a little annoyed in her heart, with a bandeau and sleeveless skirt, how could she go out to meet people like this?

Grand Duke Ivan instantly appeared behind Wen Ying, he was already dressed in a black robe, and the piping of the robe was a beautiful pattern inlaid with black gemstones, which looked noble and luxurious. He grabbed Wen Ying's waist with both hands behind his back, kissed Wen Ying's shoulder, and said gently: "This phoenix feather coat is specially tailored for you, it seems to be very suitable." ”

"How do I get out of these traces?" Wen Ying's small mouth was slightly upturned, and she said coquettishly.

Grand Duke Ivan sensed it, and he was very satisfied that Wen Ying's body was full of traces left by him. He chuckled lowly, and let go of Wen Ying's waist with both hands, and in an instant, there was already a thin transparent tube overflowing with golden liquid in his hand. Grand Duke Ivan opened the cork of the bottle and poured it gently, and a drop of golden dragon blood suspended in front of Wen Ying's eyes.

Grand Duke Ivan flicked his fingertips, and a silver rune flew out of his fingertips, colliding with the drop of golden dragon blood. In an instant, the golden dragon's blood turned into a golden mist, covering Wen Ying's neck, shoulders, and arms.

Wen Ying felt as if she was wrapped in plastic wrap, and in a moment, the mist disappeared, and on Wen Ying's neck, shoulders, and arms, those dark red kiss marks of different shades all disappeared, as if they had never existed.

The little golden dragon, which was originally suspended by Wen Ying's side, whined a few times, and his blood-red eyes glared greedily at the transparent thin tube in Grand Duke Ivan's hand.

"I can't imagine that the golden dragon blood is still of such use." Wen Ying smiled, she tilted her head and said to Xiao Jinlong: "Old man, in the future, you will give me a drop of your blood every day to make body lotion, so that my skin will definitely be white and tender." ”

The little golden dragon whined a few times and flicked its tail again.

Wen Ying suddenly wanted to tease the little golden dragon, so she was deliberately disappointed: "I originally thought that I was your master, you would be desperate for me, and I didn't think that you would not even give me a drop of blood, it really disappointed me." After speaking, Wen Ying turned around and left pretending to be dissatisfied.

"Woo woo grunt..."The little golden dragon let out a series of strange sounds, and he suddenly flew in front of Wen Ying's face.

Wen Ying stopped, but there was a look of feigned anger on her face.

The little golden dragon was suspended in front of Wen Ying's eyes, and he raised one forefoot, and the sharp foot armor pierced directly into the center of the other forefoot. In an instant, a stream of golden blood gushed out and spurted into Wen Ying's eyes, forming a golden blood cell the size of an apple.

The blood ball did not fall, but was suspended in front of Wen Ying's eyes, growing in size, and soon became the size of a melon.

Wen Ying couldn't help but take a step back, only to see that the golden blood continued to flow out from the center of one of the little golden dragon's forefeet.

She was shocked and hurriedly said, "Enough, don't want it!" ”。

The little golden dragon whined a few times, and the voice was very miserable, which made Wen Ying feel uncomfortable when she heard it.

"Enough, if you don't stop, I don't want you!" Wen Ying roared.

The little golden dragon lifted his forefoot that was gushing with blood, and then he stretched out his red tongue and licked the center of his forefoot, and no more blood flowed out.

Wen Ying looked at the golden blood ball the size of a watermelon in front of her, and looked stunned. She said to Ivan, "I want a tube like the one you have." ”

Grand Duke Ivan waved his hand casually, and in an instant, a transparent thin tube as long as a palm and as thick as a little thumb appeared in front of Wen Ying's eyes, but the pipe plug was a delicate little faucet.

Wen Ying pulled out the tube plug and pointed the thin tube at the blood cell. A golden stream of blood as thick as a little finger stretched out of the blood cell, flowing to the mouth of the thin tube, and in a few moments, the blood cell disappeared. In the tube, there were only a few drops of golden blood.

Wen Ying took a few steps forward, walked in front of Xiao Jinlong, and said gently, "Open your mouth." She tilted the thin tube slightly, and a thin stream of blood flowed into the little golden dragon's mouth, and Wen Ying said, "Drink it obediently." ”

But the little golden dragon moved his wings and retreated. He closed his mouth and whined, and his voice was very mournful.

"If you don't listen to me, I really don't want you anymore." Wen Ying's expression was a little angry, and her tone was stern: "I'll only say the same thing once!" ”

The little golden dragon flew in front of Wen Ying again and obediently opened his mouth. Wen Ying gently stroked the two horns on the top of the little golden dragon's head with one hand, and with the other hand, slowly poured the golden dragon blood in the thin tube into the little golden dragon's mouth, and said gently: "Drink it obediently, just leave a drop for me." ”

After a while, Xiao Jinlong stretched out his tongue and licked Wen Ying's hand holding the thin tube. Wen Ying smiled: "The last drop?" The little golden dragon nodded.

Wen Ying pointed the mouth of the thin tube to the palm of her other hand, and a drop of golden dragon blood flowed out, the size of a peanut.

Wen Ying lowered her head, licked her palm, looked up and smiled: "Your blood is not as good as the blood of the golden dragon I drank these days." ”

The little golden dragon blinked his blood-red eyes with a look of displeasure, and he flicked his tail vigorously, hissing in the air.

"I'm just kidding you." Wen Ying lowered her head and kissed the little golden dragon on the forehead, "I don't need your blood to beautify at all--- my skin is much whiter now than when I was on Earth, I'm already very satisfied." “

The little golden dragon made a series of strange sounds from his mouth.

"Well, how could I be angry? I like you're too late. Wen Ying kissed the little golden dragon on the forehead again.

The little golden dragon whined twice, his voice was very cheerful, he stretched out his long red tongue, and licked Wen Ying's cheek with a puff, causing Wen Ying to giggle. The little golden dragon licked Wen Ying's cheeks several times, but it was not enough, the dragon's body sank, and his tongue licked towards Wen Ying's neck, and then licked Wen Ying's shoulder.

"Okay, okay, don't lick it, it's itching me---- what? You lick it like this every day, and my skin is white and tender? Wen Ying smiled and said, "I promise you that I will never leave you and take you with me wherever I go." ”

Ivan Dagong was on the side, his divine sense sensed the situation in front of him, listening to Wen Ying's silver bell-like laughter, and sensing the flower-like smile on Wen Ying's face, he couldn't help but feel a trace of vinegar in his heart. This woman, the intimacy with Xiao Jinlong is better than the intimacy with him, and even, Wen Ying has never smiled like this because of Grand Duke Ivan.

As soon as he raised his hand, a beam of silver light shot towards the little golden dragon. The little golden dragon whined, and the cry was very terrible, and it fell directly onto the white oak board like a stone, twitching.

Wen Ying was taken aback: "What are you doing here?" As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Ying had already fallen to the ground, and her head was about to touch the little golden dragon's head.

"Old man, does it hurt?" Wen Ying's voice was very pleased.

The little golden dragon's big blood-red eyes looked at Wen Ying pitifully, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

"If you dare to lick my woman like this in the future, I will pull out your tongue! Wings chopped! All four legs are chopped! Grand Duke Ivan looked at the little golden dragon twitching on the white oak board and said coldly.

Wen Ying was dumbfounded--- this man, is there something wrong?" She got up and looked at Grand Duke Ivan, and her tone was surprised and suspicious: "Are you jealous of a dragon?" “

"You are my woman---" Grand Duke Ivan took Wen Ying into his arms, and his voice was hoarse and displeased: "You are even closer to a dragon than to me!" When the feast of the Hundred Flowers Festival is over, you see how I punish you! “