Dressed as a Big Villain in a Dog Blood Book

Nianhua doesn't have time to care about his temperament, so he can't really serve as an ancestor's confession.

She entered the house and took the Qiankun bag, became the original body, and walked out with her little feet, "I will go out to buy some things, and you will stay at home obediently."

Nianhua was carrying a small bag, and after walking a few steps, she felt a cloud of shadow over her head. She turned and looked up, and she met his eyes as expected.

Looking at it this way, she is not as big as his eyes!

Nianhua immediately took a few steps back, seeing that he didn't mean to eat her, and relaxed for a while.

Seeing him looking at himself with a good look, and seeing the frightened duckling reflected in his eyes, I felt a bit embarrassed for a while.

She lifted the small bag in front of her, and waved it casually, "I'm going to find something you want to eat, don't follow."

When Long heard this, he still seemed to want to keep up.

Nianhua didn't give him a chance to keep up, and ran out of the fence with his little feet, and closed the door with a spell.

Long watched her close the door, stopped her footsteps, and did not move forward. He was rare to be obedient, but the worry in his eyes could not be hidden, as if he was afraid that she was missing.

Sure enough, he was still young, so letting him stay at home with a dragon was so distressing.

Nianhua sighed, said nothing, closed the door and walked out.

The trading market outside the Spirit Beast Mountain is very lively. There are all kinds of species, and there are many little spirit monsters. They are so courageous that they will easily be scared to death. If he can keep up, wouldn't he have to die?

I went to the market like a walk with flowers. It was too leisurely. I did a few small businesses along the way. When I got to the market, it was already very lively, with screams and constant shouts.

Spirit monsters were flying all over the sky and selling, Nianhua also bought some gadgets, and went straight to the theme to the big pawnshop in the depths of the forest.

The shopkeeper of Dapuzi is a 10,000-year-old tree monster, well-informed, and especially has a research on Longji.

The people who transformed into spirit beasts in the shop came and went, and it was very lively.

Nianhua entered the shop, went straight to the old tree monster, took out the half of the scales that had been folded off yesterday when he arranged the wound for him from the small bag, and handed it over, "Old man, help me see, is this thing worth any money?"

The old tree monster took the scale she handed over, and carefully shone it under the light for a while, "Is this a dragon scale?"

"Know the goods." Nianhua stretched out her wings and nodded him, "How much is this dragon scale worth?"

The old dryad glanced again, and solemnly compared her count.

Nianhua couldn't hide his surprise, "So high?"

The old tree demon lowered his voice for fear of being heard by others, "Your dragon scales are not what an ordinary dragon can grow. Where did they come from?"

"I raised a head, and I searched through the Bailong Illustrated Book but couldn't find him. I didn't know what he was going to eat?"

"All the dragons in the Hundred Dragons Illustrated Book are ordinary dragons. You can be a precious one, but you have to keep it well." The old tree demon took the dragon scales and studied it carefully. "This dragon is considered young in the dragon. If you are still growing your body, you must drink milk. There is a sea tree under the East Sea. The milk fruit it bears is exclusively for dragons. You can grind it into powder and make milk to drink, but this sea A fruit of the tree is very expensive and costs a lot of money. If you want to buy it, I will help you ask."

The old dryad said that it was not enough to stretch out two hands, and then stretched out a branch to give her a count.

Nianhua looked at this number, only to feel a little dizzy.

She stood still in deep thought, wondering if it was too late to lose this dragon now?

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Nianhua sighed, and walked back with her little feet in her hands while studying.

A piece of fruit sold so expensive, it is simply a sky-high price!

Worry!

The food this dragon eats is a bit too expensive, and the things that were raised in the exquisite formation in the past are nothing more than eating soil. This is simply eating Jinshan Yinshan, and it is really an ancestor.

Nianhua sighed and returned to Ling Beast Mountain. After walking a few steps, she saw the dazzling white light in the distance.

Looking intently, it turned out that it was him, waiting there quite seriously, a group of spirit beasts around did not dare to get too close, so they looked at him not far away.

Although this dragon was young, he was born with a bad feeling of being close. He only felt immortal, and was so alienated that people did not dare to approach.

Seeing that he endured being watched and criticized, Nianhua had to wait for herself, and her heart was a little changed for a while.

She glanced at the milk fruit in her hand.

It's fine, the more expensive is the more expensive, who makes him look so good and pleasant?

When Long saw her, he immediately came to her side, seemingly worried about her.

Nianhua looked at him at such a young age who was so worried, and couldn't help but want to laugh, "What are you afraid of, this place is my place, and I won't get lost."

Long glanced at her, there was no sound, and he stayed next to her.

"Nianhua, you can be considered to have brought you back. Auntie brought people to you." Seeing her come back, the aunt in front of her hurriedly brought people over.

Nianhua looked up and saw that her aunt had brought a man with a beautiful face.

The aunt pointed to the man next to him, "Look if this looks like one in a hundred. This is what I have chosen for you. It took a lot of effort to grab the hand. The spider spirit is also fancy, fortunately for me. One step forward."

The neighbors also took a few glances, and they were really good-looking.

Nianhua wasn't surprised, after all, the three disciples in her past were better than the other, especially the big disciple.

Although her looks and names have been blurred by the system, she remembers that the impression given to her by the eldest disciple was extremely stunning.

However, this man is already very good-looking, and the appearance of the big disciple can't be compared casually.

After all, it is the setting in the script, how can a real person compare to him?

Nianhua nodded in satisfaction, "It looks good, my aunt has always been thoughtful, and I see this child as a sensible one."

The man was a little restrained when he first arrived, especially when he saw a dragon, he hadn't seen him in the past, and he was a little frightened for a while.

Nianhua reached out and touched the dragon, "Don't worry, he won't hurt people."

When Long heard this, he immediately turned his head slightly and pushed her hand away, seeming to be angry.

Nianhua was slapped in the face, "I'm still young, and I like to have a temper."

The aunt laughed straight at the words, and immediately told the teenager next to him, "Hurry up and say hello to your master."

The man immediately put down the baggage in his hand, and said shyly, "The disciple has seen the master."

When Nianhua heard this, her heart suddenly felt sore, the cloth in her hand could not be held firmly, and it fell directly to the ground.

What she heard in her mind was not this person's voice, but another person's.

There was a dragon roar next to him, and the pressure came fiercely. The gentle dragon suddenly became extremely dangerous and moved forward.

The man paled with fright for a while, the spirit beasts scattered around like birds, the fan in his aunt's hand fell to the ground, very frightened.

Nianhua hadn't slowed down yet, and felt a headache when he saw it. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his horn, "Don't be fooling around!"

The dragon put aside her hand, as if he didn't want to care about her.

Nianhua can only look at her aunt, "Auntie, you take him back first, I'm afraid this dragon is still not used to it."

This is not a matter of adapting or not adapting, this is a dragon!

In the end, she still had to stay away and save her life, the aunt nodded quickly, not daring to stay anymore, and led someone to take a step forward.

Nianhua watched them leave before walking towards her yard. Long followed her quietly all the way without making a sound, as if she was making a temper.

Nianhua went into the house and turned back to his original body, took the milk fruit and went outside, and it was only a little bit of flour, which was probably only enough for three meals.

Nianhua took out the wooden milk bottle bought from the old tree monster, poured one third of the milk powder into it, and soaked it into milk.

She shook the milk bottle in her hand, walked outside, and glanced at the sulking dragon standing in the courtyard, "Come and drink milk."

When Nalong heard this, he looked over here, and when he saw the bottle in her hand, he withdrew his gaze, obviously not planning to drink.

Seeing that he hadn’t moved, Nianhua moved a small bench and sat down in front of him, grabbed his dragon’s horn, and forcibly pulled it over and pressed his leg, “How can I grow my body without drinking milk? I bought it for a big price. Yes, you can't be picky eaters anymore. How can you grow up if you don't eat or drink?"

Long heard this for a while.

Nianhua stretched out his hand to pass the pacifier over, and he reluctantly came over to drink, seemingly resisting.

This is also strange. The old tree demon clearly said that dragon likes to drink this milk very much. It is absolutely impossible to be faulty. Why is he still reluctant to look at him?

How expensive is this? I don't like to eat such an expensive thing.

The ghosts and monsters around him were amazed. It was the first time to watch the dragon drinking milk. It was really amazed.

Nianhua watched him drink milk obediently, reached out and touched him, the dragon's horns were still pink.

He drank very fast, as if he was going to make a quick decision, and he drank it in a blink of an eye.

Nianhua watched him finish drinking and shook the empty bottle in his hand, already feeling that he was very eager to grow up.

She reached out and touched his head, "Hey, I'll make you more milk next time."

When Long heard this, he lowered his eyes, and turned his face to avoid her hand, as if he didn't want her to talk to him like a child.

She was small and she is still breastfeeding, but she loves to pretend to be mature.

Nianhua didn't care whether he was awkward or not. After checking the wound on his body, it turned out to be almost healed.

Sure enough, it's not an ordinary dragon, just one night's effort.

Nianhua got up and took out a big wooden basin from Qiankun's bag, went to the water tank to collect water, and then took a piece of clean cloth, "Come here, I'll wash it for you."

Long Wenyan was stunned for a moment and looked at the spirits around him.

Nianhua instantly understood what he meant, "It's okay, just take a shower, what does it matter if you show someone a dragon?" She said, lifting the tub and walking towards him, taking the cloth and wiping him first. He closed his mouth and moistened his whole body again, carefully scrubbing and scrubbing.

He didn't resist either. He was stiff, thinking that he didn't like broad daylight very much, and he took a bath in full view.

A dragon has a lot of rules. It's picky and difficult to feed. He doesn't know where he lived in the past, but he looks like a noble family.

Nianhua scrubbed him, and didn't plan to let it go anywhere. He lifted his tail and wanted to wash it inside.

He immediately had the dragon's horns red, his tail dodged aside, and looked at her rather unspeakably.

Nianhua grabbed him by the tail and scratched it, and looked at him seriously, "You have to wash that place too, can you wash it yourself?"

The pink dragon horns on his head immediately turned dark red.

Nianhua was still a little stunned when he saw the dragon horns on his head turn such a dark color for the first time.

She had forgotten that the dragon's horn would change color. She had known that she should ask the old dryad, could it be sick?