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The mood of expectation is obvious. Perhaps he was unwilling to miss any second that Mr. Long might come back. Mu Wanwan was lying on the bed, but he still could not fall asleep.

Fortunately, she is now a Tier 3 monk. She doesn't know how much better her body is than when she first came, otherwise I'm afraid I can't stand it.

But Mr. Long did not return because of her more anxious and painful waiting. On the seventh morning when Long did not return, Mu Wanwan looked at the darker sky outside the window and felt the despair and loneliness of the sky.

She couldn't help looking at the note he left over and over again, pressing her palm on her heart, as if she could feel the drop of blood that he gave her.

"Mengmeng, you said to him, why haven't you come back?"

Mu Wanwan sat on the stool, holding a few bags of slightly messy seeds in his hand, and murmured to the fat chirp that had become as big as her two palms.

"Tweet!"

"Tweet!" In just a few days, Mengmeng has grown from a small skinny tuft to a big white fluffy fat chirp, and the small scarf is not pure. Those black furs are still stubborn.

It's just that Mu Wanwan feels a lot more agile than before, and she can already hear something from its tone.

For example, it is now rubbing its own hand with a hair that has grown out of hair, and whispering the bad words of Mr. Long, roughly means-

The dragon is stupid and may be lost.

Mao Chiu's body is soft and warm, like a large hand warmer.

Mu Wanwan rubbed it twice to feel better, but the panic and anxiety at the bottom of her heart still could not be relieved. She held Mengmeng and practiced Dan for a while, staying up all the time and praying that her dragon wouldn't be in trouble.

On the eighth night, Mu Wanwan sat silently on the bed, holding her knees, and Mengmeng fell asleep. The room was terrible. The window and the room were dark. Only the crystal ball was shining brightly.

She has been talking about Mr. Long and Mengmeng for two days before, and she has not spoken for nearly a day now.

Mu Wanwan raised his hand and felt the weight of the sapphire bracelet. After a while, he still said that the crystal ball placed on the bedside was in his hand-

Because it was placed outside, the crystal ball was very cold. When she touched the palm, Mu Wan bent back subconsciously. She looked down at this beautiful crystal ball, which was pure and transparent, and there was no color flow.

Can you really see Mr. Long after breaking this thing?

Mu Wan curved her eyelashes with moisture, and she missed him so much, that scum dragon, leaving a note left her empty to wait for so many days, it was really bad.

Want to see him.

The crystal ball was held in the palm of her hand, gradually dyed the temperature, and gradually glowed blue mist in the night.

Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate anymore, and her fingertips protruded a spiritual force, turned into a bright green sharp knife, and stabbed at the crystal perfect crystal ball with all her strength.

"Kap."

The sound of crisp crackling sounded, but there was no falling shard.

The fragile and beautiful crystal ball floated into countless broken stars in her slightly opened eyes, mixed with the light blue warm wind, and struck her suddenly.

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