Speaking of stray cats, Morean once heard Jing Yuan say that the leading big cat likes to lick the kitten he covers, and it doesn't matter whether the kitten is happy or not, just to clarify the relationship between the upper and lower levels and show his status and majesty.

Therefore, from time to time, they will see the kitten slapped on the ground by the big cat's paw, either pinching the neck or pressing the stomach, the whole body is licked wet, the eyes are staring blankly at the sky, and every trembling ball of flesh is full of lovelessness.

…… Could it be that this is the retribution for her and Jing Yuan watching kitten jokes together?

The current Jasmine is not much better off than a kitten who is being licked by a big cat.

It may be even worse, because the kitten will not be forcibly smeared with the pot of white medicine, and the wolf will cry in pain under the effect of the drug.

"Head over a bit. The neckline is unbuttoned and the hair is raised. ”

"Brother Danfeng, I beg you not to look at it, this is the peach blossom makeup that I learned from Bai Heng, but the makeup color is relatively red, and it is definitely not because I threw Xingcha with the posture of throwing a shot put......"

"Yes, it's amazing that makeup can be applied all the way down to the thyroid gland. Why don't you say that the wound of the collarbone is eaten with red oil, chopping offal too violently, and the oil and water are pasted up? ”

“…… How do you know I'm going to say this?! ”

"Lie down. Don't make me say it a third time. ”

“…………”

Forced by the majesty of the dragon zun, Morian did not dare to escape, and could only lie motionless like a corpse, allowing him to fiddle back and forth unceremoniously.

The burns caused by the explosion of the reactor spread from behind her ears to her shoulders, and she had deliberately covered it with her long hair, intending to show it after confirming that the Yun Yin technique was effective, but she didn't expect that she couldn't escape the eyes of the old Chinese medicine doctor at all.

- This old Chinese medicine doctor, is he really serious?

When Dan Feng ran one hand over her chin, tossed aside her blonde hair that had been piled up like a cloud on her shoulder, and leaned down towards her neck, Mo Lian couldn't help but think from the bottom of her heart.

Blame her for throwing Xingcha as a ball, and most of the injuries fell on the palms and sides of her neck, and at this moment she could only close her eyes and heart, exposing her slender and soft throat to him.

No beast can resist being bitten by its own kind, and its kind, which is larger and more experienced in hunting.

Fortunately, Danfeng didn't really want to bite her, probably to see her suffer from pain, and her movements were also lightened a lot, like a wet feather swept behind her ears little by little, and the touch was almost no different from a fine pecking kiss.

Due to the limitations of her posture, the jasper-like dragon horns on his head inevitably rubbed her face, cold and cold at first, and then warm and warm like jade, rubbing her cheeks warmly.

The ears and temples are grinding and hugging each other in the book, and it is probably nothing more than this.

Again, everything is perfect and beautiful, but unfortunately Morien has no happiness now, she can only stiffen her neck, from posture to demeanor like a dead fish, with a strange light shining in the fish's eyes.

It's really, it hurts

She gasped as she spoke weakly:

"Danfeng, has anyone ever said that you have a really strong personality, and sometimes you talk to yourself and don't care what others think at all?"

“……”

Dan Feng's movements paused, and he raised his face slightly, his dark gaze like a moon shrouded in clouds.

"Thank you, everyone who knows me well says so. You didn't realize this until now, and it surprised me. ”

"Hahaha, because I'm also quite self-talking, and I'm usually only the one who is tossed by me......"

Morien laughed dryly three times, then let out a long sigh of sadness.

"How did it come to this?"

“…… Scold. ”

Dan Feng didn't raise his head, and a short chuckle came out of his throat.

His soft snort fell on her ear, but his tone did not soften at all, and it was about to become more intense.

"I said, it's good to know what is important. When you really know how to be in control, you won't ask this question anymore. ”

"It's like you're very measured...... I was wrong! Brother I was wrong! Tap: Tap: Tap! You're the most measured! ”

Danfeng ignored her, carried out her sad and indignant evaluation to the end, and continued "talking to himself".

"That's right. You just asked me 'what do you like?' why do you suddenly ask like that? ”

"Huh?"

Mo Lian had already forgotten this stubble in pain, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when she heard this, "Are you going to say this at this time?" ”

"'At times like this' you need to gossip and be distracted, lest you accidentally bite your back molars. If you don't think you need to, forget it. ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

Morien hurriedly agreed, trying to condense her scattered consciousness into a thread, and pulled the words that had not been forgotten from her mind, "Well, let's talk about it...... It doesn't seem too long......"

"You see, haven't I been bringing you things all this time, and I've prepared birthday gifts with everyone? If you want to say that Gao is unhappy, I think you should be happy, otherwise you should have thrown me out like a dragon master. But I always feel that you don't seem to be so happy, just like the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror, always separated from me by a layer of hazy mist, teaching people to feel unsteady. ”

"Everyone has their own favorite things, Bai Heng likes to travel, Ying Xing likes casters, Jingliu likes swords and wine, and Jing Yuan ...... It's hard for me to say, he seems to like everything, he's a big guy. ”

"So I sometimes think, Danfeng, what do you like?"

“…………”

Dan Feng did not answer.

From Moria's point of view, she couldn't see the expression on his face, only the green crown of horns on his forehead and the long black hair that fell on her like night.

After a long silence like eternity, she saw him raise his face, his glassy green eyes still as hard and cold, but the pupils embedded in them were astonishingly bright, like bright and soft cores in a candle flame.

He stared at her for a long time, and then suddenly asked without a trace:

"You like my face, don't you?"

Jasmine nodded like a lark pecking rice: "Mmmmmmmm ”

Taking advantage of such intimacy, she reached out to touch the side of his face, and traced the outline of the young man along the edge of her palm.

"It's really beautiful. I've seen a lot of dragons in the universe – not just dragons, but all sorts of creatures, each of which is a miracle of life. But I can swear by all my encounters, Danfeng, your horns, your face, and your eyes are the most beautiful I have ever seen. ”

“……”

There was a long silence again.

At the end of the silence, Dan Feng raised his hand to cover the back of her hand, letting his fingers intertwined, and then slowly pulled her hand off her cheek with almost a bit of unspeakable reluctance.

He asked:

"Then have you ever heard other dragon venerables say that since the existence of the Ming Dragon Vein, the 'Drinking Moon Monarch' for thousands of years and thousands of generations has the same face as me?"

He put his hands over his face, covering the features that bound him like a mask, and couldn't tell whether his lips were overflowing with a wry smile or a sigh, or a whisper of hidden anger.

No, it's not just the face.

Holding the Ming Dragon Zun casts his body with secret methods, reincarnated and his face does not change, and thousands of generations are the same, and he will last forever.

The dragon's heart has been passed down for thousands of years, and it still beats vividly in his body, telling him whispers from ancient times, and carving the loneliness, coldness, and empty eyes that belong to the dragon into every wisp of his consciousness.

So, how exactly does he have to prove that he is still himself, and not the container of the "Moon Drinker" thousands of years ago?

He couldn't prove it.

No one cares about this proof, except himself.

He is so unscrupulous to show himself, he does not abide by the old rules and conventions, he is not controlled by his clansmen, and he desperately wants to grasp something that belongs to "me", but in the end, can he really grasp something?

The inheritance of the dragon is eternal, such as the eternity of the ancient sea, which will not be changed for generations.

Among the intertwined strings of beads, he is the one who shines but disappears into it.

In the surging tide, he is a strong but untraceable bunch.

It doesn't matter what he likes.

It doesn't matter what he's tired of.

His joys and sorrows don't matter.

It doesn't matter what he loves or hates.

He doesn't matter.

He—

"What's wrong with that?"

Suddenly.

In the darkness of ignorance and the uncertain waves, a voice was heard.

Transparent and clear, like the starlight hundreds of millions of light years away, it shines down regardless of it, freely breaking through the window, and splashing the faces of the people in the room.

- That was Morian's answer.

“…… What did you say? ”

Because this answer was too heartless, Dan Feng didn't react for a while, and when he looked at her, he was briefly confused, almost suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

"Uh, I mean, all 'Drinking Moon Gentle' have the same face, what's wrong with that?"

Morien, who seemed more confused than he was, explained with all her might to illustrate her thoughts:

"I mean, it's very common. In our Tepu Mun system, there are hundreds of identical faces at about the same time, and there are also 'Artoria', 'Rin', and 'Sakura'...... And so on and so forth, especially the genus Artoria, which has spread like a dandelion to all corners of the galaxy, and almost every planet, there is at least one Artoria living happily. ”

Danfeng: "? ”

No, what kind of planet is this?

"Indeed, the appearance of these Artoria is similar, and their personalities are more or less influenced by the 'ancestor Artoria', as if they are subspecies and derivatives, which are difficult to distinguish in the eyes of outsiders, and there are also Artoria who are distressed by this."

"But as a Tapmuen Native, I can say with confidence – I think it's all right! Although everyone is 'Artoria', each Artoria has its own unique setting...... I mean, the character and the soul, whether it's a king, a midshipman, a magical girl, an idol, or a social animal civil servant, everyone is trying their best to live, and it's a wonderful Artoria! ”

Danfeng: "......"

It seems that he has nothing to do with him from the middle point, but she is happy.

Also, what kind of planet is this?

The more Mo Li'an spoke, the more energetic she became, and in the end, she didn't forget her original intention, and returned to the original point with a scoop of mouth: "So Danfeng, I think you are the same." ”

Danfeng: "............"

Where the hell is this, can he split into hundreds of dragon venerables on the spot?

That's great, but how can we split?

Mo Lian continued: "I know that each generation of 'Drinking Moon Monarch' is almost the same, and the Dragon Venerable is inherited from you, and Zhiming only values the Dragon Venerable, and does not care what kind of individual you are. But trust me, like you...... Well, the difficult character must have left an unforgettable impression on everyone. ”

"Maybe you haven't noticed it yourself, Danfeng, you're not the kind of routine immortal or divine dragon in the play, your temper is much weirder than theirs."

"Maybe you've been playing the role of the 'ideal dragon zun', but the 'ideal dragon zun' won't drink with mortals all night, won't play drumming and passing flowers in your own holy land, won't listen to your brother's talk about technology and say 'shut up and respond to the stars' when you get tired of listening to technology, you won't dress dignified and dignified, criticize your predecessors for not keeping male morality, but you do this kind of thing behind my back, to be honest, it's really too much, that's the one you know, I didn't expect you to be this kind of dragon at all...... Eh, wait a minute! What about me and you me! ”

Her sharp comment was only halfway through when Dan Feng angrily and funnily pressed her head and bit into her soft neck socket, physically interrupting her.

"Wait, wait, don't bite, don't bite, don't bite! Why are you like this, I'm comforting you, you actually bite me! It's okay to be reasonable, I know you're a little crazy, but don't go crazy all of a sudden, I'm afraid! ”

Dan Feng's bite was not heavy this time, but thinking of his dragon body across the sky, the monstrous waves that could be set off with a swing of the tail, just being bitten by him on the neck was already terrifying.

Morian couldn't understand it, and was shocked: "Although our galaxy is very open, this kind of play is still too advanced, and most people are in bed...... No, it's a bed, but I'm not talking about a hospital bed! Are you really a Ming Dragon? ”

"Yes. I see that your galaxy is everything, and even my years of obsession are not worth mentioning, what else can touch you? ”

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding! I just want to make it easy for you, you take this kind of thing too seriously! ”

Mo Lian couldn't break free, so she could only put away her gag smile, raised her head with difficulty, and gently pushed it on the dragon horn above Danfeng's head.

"Alright, don't be angry. Although I don't speak seriously, my mind has always been more real than the stars in the sky, you know that, right? ”

“……”

"As for me, it's true that the first thing I look at people is to look at their faces, but it's not just about having faces. It's not so much that I like your face, but that I see you in Luofu, and after I come to your door again and again like this, and try to understand your joys, troubles, and angers, I can be sure that you must be the most beautiful dragon I have ever seen. ”

“……”

"So now, I'm thinking from the bottom of my heart."

"Danfeng, it's great that you can become the 'Drinking Moon Monarch'. It's great that I can see you in such a vast universe. ”

“…………”

For a long time, Dan Feng did not speak.

Then, Morien felt his slightly rapid breathing calm down, and the warm breath faded away.

He straightened up and sat on the edge of the couch, his eyes down and stared at her quietly, the shadow of the moon had dissipated at some point.

"Alright, you can go. Next, as long as you avoid strenuous activities and eat and sleep more, you will be cured in a few days. You don't have to come to see me again until you're healed. ”

Danfeng's tone was flat, as if the emotions of a moment ago were just illusions.

However, when he tried to get up and leave without looking back, a crack opened in the apparent calm.

“……”

After a brief silence, he finally turned around and looked at Morien with a look of desire to speak.

"Loosen."

Jasmine: "...... What? ”

"Your tail, let go."

“……”

Morien followed his gaze and looked down, only to find that she was shaking in pain, and at some point her tail cocked up on her own initiative, and walked around his narrow waist, the tip of which was still embedded in the girdle around his waist.

In every sense of the word, this picture is very bad.

“…… I'm sorry about that. While you may not believe it, my tail has its own ideas, and I really didn't mean to. ”