My Hot Pot Restaurant in the Underworld is Officially Open for Business

Regardless of some people, they haven't talked about love, nor have a boyfriend.

In fact, he drove two hot pot restaurants, slept with a phoenix, and now has a dragon son.

Well, male.

After all, Xiaolong didn't wear any clothes in the doll state, not even a bellyband.

Meng Xiaoni's life was sloppy. Since returning home, there have been new surprises almost every day, the kind of surprise that has broken the worldview.

It was like a girl meeting a black cat, which opened the day of surprise for a girl to transform into.

The little doll in the eggshell got up with a smile, and then turned into a dragon again, slipped by the mucus in the eggshell, and turned into a little doll again. It changes from time to time, as if tireless and exhausted.

In the end, when Guifeng was in the little guy's young dragon state, he pointed his finger on the little guy's head: "Maintain this state temporarily, no effort."

The prototype is of course the least effortless.

The little guy stretched out his paw and hooked Guifeng's finger, moved, and moved Guifeng's finger to his mouth in a daze, and bit down.

Meng Xiaoni was surprised.

The little guy spit out Guifeng's fingers again and made a wailing sound.

"He is learning the power of control." Guifeng and Meng Xiaoni said.

Meng Xiaoni looked at Guifeng's finger.

There are no wounds at all.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it racial advantage?"

Guifeng retracted his fingers: "No, even a cat has sharp nails and cannot stretch when it is born. As it grows up, it will learn to adjust slowly. After it stretches, it will use a meat pad to get in touch with someone close to it."

Meng Xiaoni felt itchy and stretched out her finger and handed it to Xiaolong tentatively.

Xiaolong grabbed Meng Xiaoni's finger and put it in his mouth to take a bite.

There is a tingling sensation in the belly of the fingers.

Meng Xiaoni retracted her finger and sang the dragon egg in her arms.

To raise Xiaolong as a son, Meng Xiaoni must have thought of the name.

"Did his parents give him a name?" Meng Xiaoni asked Guifeng.

Guifeng recalled the pattern on the eggshell: "No."

Xiaolong poked his head out, grabbed the edge of the eggshell, and called out towards Meng Xiaoni. Amber's eyes were filled with joy, and his little tail curled up and down, too happy.

Meng Xiaoni couldn't understand what he said and asked Guifeng for help: "What is he shouting?"

Guifeng is concise: "Call mom crazy."

Meng Xiaoni: "..."

It's really in line with what a baby dragon should do.

The little guy is born, and the name is always there.

Meng Xiaoni asked Guifeng: "Do you want to give him a name?"

Guifeng's words are concise and concise: "White Dragon."

Meng Xiaoni: "..."

The name is the same as Guifeng, it's really straightforward and easy to understand, and this is the only case in this world that truly deserves its name.

Meng Xiaoni didn't think so.

She began to give an example: "Have you seen Journey to the West? The horse Tang Seng often rides is also called the White Dragon Horse. Movies, TV series, cartoons, and novels, as long as there is a white dragon, it can be called a white dragon. ."

Guifeng glanced at Meng Xiaoni.

Humans really like to give some meaningful names.

He asked Meng Xiaoni: "Does your name have any special meaning?"

Meng Xiaoni paused.

Meng is the last name.

Xiao Ni is actually Xiao Ni. Small is small, and Ni means little girl.

Meng Xiaoni, the essence of her name, is a little girl whose surname is Meng.

And Guifeng's name is half a catty.

She looked at the little guy who was full of curiosity about everything in the world, even the little guy who was full of excitement about his parents, and slowed down her tone: "My name means little girl."

Meng Xiaoni's biological father and mother are unknown, so the name is naturally not given by her biological father and mother.

"I just want to give Xiaolong a meaningful name." Because she hadn't got it, neither had Guifeng.

Xiaolong began to yell at Guifeng again.

Meng Xiaoni speculated that the little guy was in a frantic state calling dad.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

Guifeng got a headache when he was yelled, and reached out to give Xiaolong a light chestnut on his head: "You think about it. He will like your name."

Meng Xiaoni straightened her back when she heard it, and immediately remembered her name.

She didn't know much about ancient culture and mythology, and she barely knew something like "Carp Jumping into the Dragon Gate" or "February 2, the Dragon Raises Its Head". When the myth of the ghost capital of Fengdu is extremely popular, she has also heard several legends about dragons.

There is no white dragon in it.

It was really embarrassing for Meng Xiaoni to ask someone who could not tell the difference between a dragon with wings and a dragon without wings to name a dragon.

"Xiao Nizi." There was a knock on the door, "Who are you calling?"

Meng Xiaoni was taken aback, and hurriedly replied, "No, I was watching the video, and the sound was too loud."

After hearing this, Meng's mother outside the door told: "Go to bed early."

Meng Xiaoni answered repeatedly.

Xiaolong flicked his tail and looked at the door, not knowing what he was thinking, and then suddenly shouted at Meng Xiaoni: "Ooo!"

Meng Xiaoni looked at the little dragon, witnessed the little dragon in front of her, and acted as a missing person.

The eggshell is empty.

She widened her eyes: "Hey???"

"The talent of the dragon can be faintly visible. Just like the talent of the phoenix, birds face the phoenix." Guifeng felt that the little dragon was weak and weak, but the skin was really a little skinny.

He put his hands into the eggshell, and the void carried the dragon out.

The little dragon appeared in Guifeng’s arms, with his small paws resting on Guifeng’s arm, with a look of excitement: "Ooooo~"

This is pretty awesome.

Guifeng knows that Meng Xiaoni doesn’t know much about Xiaolong: "The white dragons with wings can attract snow. If nothing happens, when they reach adulthood, they will have another function of snowfall. Of course, at that time, the world is not suitable for him. Up."

Meng Xiaoni tilted her head and thought: "At that time, all three of us were in the underworld."

She must be dead by then.

Guifeng is in the underworld, and she is also in the underworld, Xiaolong must be able to go to the underworld.

Guifeng nodded seriously: "Indeed."

The most important thing for a family is to be neat and tidy.

One, a family...

Meng Xiaoni put the eggshell on the ground, and hurriedly went to change her pajamas: "I will take a bath first and think of Xiaolong's name while washing."

She had never thought about what kind of name she would give her child.

Guifeng held Xiaolong and watched Meng Xiaoni's red pinna rush out of the room.

The door to the room closed, and Guifeng looked down at Xiaolong.

The dragon's tail was wrapped around Guifeng's body, and the tip of the tail swayed slightly, making the little guy want to stretch out his claws.

He was innocent and didn't understand what his identity as the only survivor of the dragon clan represented.

The newborn cub didn't understand at all. Meng Xiaoni, who ran away to take a bath in a hurry, had the mentality of a girl.

Guifeng understands.

But he is a bit, shouldn't understand.

Guifeng got a small water polo from his fingertips to clean the slime from Xiaolong's body little by little. When the clean dragon came out, Guifeng put the dragon on the bed and transformed himself into a parrot again.

The pink peach-colored ruby ​​tilted his head and looked at the dragon who was not much older than him.

Xiaolong was shocked.

His father became younger than him.

The little dragon stretched out his paw.

He looked at Guifeng's claws and compared his own claws, and was surprised to find that the two looked strange.

Little dragons have wings, and ghosts and phoenix have wings.

Xiaolong poked Guifeng with his claws, but Guifeng smeared his claws with his wings: "Don't make trouble."

Xiaolong's eyes brightened.

He circled the ghost and phoenix with his whole body, and then yelled non-stop, turning upside down to say something very simple and illogical.

Guifeng Piansheng is very patient, and occasionally responds to a few sentences, and even answers Xiaolong's questions.

When Meng Xiaoni was wearing her pajamas, dried her hair that she had just washed, and opened the door, she saw the ghost and phoenix crouching in the center on the bed, and the previously very excited little dragon had already fallen asleep at this moment with a cute posture.

The dragon's head was on the bed, the four small claws tightened, and the tail was so big that the ghost and phoenix were caught in the middle, and the tip of the tail was almost stuffed into his mouth.

With amber eyes closed, there is only a thin line left.

"He is asleep." Guifeng stood up, jumped out from the middle of the dragon, and easily moved the dragon to the inner edge of the bed. "During his sleep in his childhood, he would continue to learn the knowledge inherited from the dragon family."

Meng Xiaoni nodded her head, lightened her hands and feet, closed the door, arranged the eggshells under the table, went to bed, turned off the lights, and slowly got into her bed.

After the shower, Meng Xiaoni's auricle was still reddish.

Previously it was because of small thoughts in my heart, but now it is heated by hot water.

She squeezed her ears, soft and a little hot.

But this is not important, the important thing is to name Xiaolong.

When taking a shower just now, Meng Xiaoni kept thinking whether this little dragon should bear a surname.

The name "Gui" seems to be a little bit special.

Following his surname, it seems a little bit special enough.

This is the only dragon in the world, the white dragon, the one that has wings and can be invisible.

She asked Guifeng in a low voice, "Did the white dragons have any symbolic significance in ancient times? What do they represent in the dragon clan?"

Guifeng replied: "In the eyes of mankind, it represents auspiciousness. The white dragon is not strong in the dragon clan's combat power, but at the end of the day, the whole people can fight. The white dragon has nothing to represent in the dragon clan, just like a nation in the flower planter. There is no difference from other ethnic groups."

Meng Xiaoni understood.

The symbolic meaning between dragon and dragon is different, but this is for other beings. As far as the dragon race itself is concerned, the white dragon is nothing special, it is just one of the dragon races.

She thought for a while: "Bai Weichen, is this name good?"

Guifeng: "Huh?"

Meng Xiaoni and Guifeng said what she meant: "The dragon is among humans, and the most impressive thing is almost the commanding height of power. Weichen sounds like tiny dust, but the essence should be a hidden emperor."

This is a dragon.

Meng Xiaoni thought so.

"I hope that he can grow up healthy and happily, not to be burdened by the world, not to be trapped by the extinction of the ethnic group, and to be free and self-controllable all his life. He does not need to follow any of our last names, even his first name belongs to himself."

Guifeng listened to Meng Xiaoni's definition of Xiaolong's name.

The name is not meaningless.

The name Guifeng made him doomed to be trapped by the ethnic group all his life.

"Very good name." Guifeng agreed with the name Meng Xiaoni had given, "Then the nickname is Xiaobai."

Meng Xiaoni: "...Do you think this name is particularly like a dog in a cartoon?"

Guifeng: "Don't all humans like to have a very popular and simple nickname so that children can grow up healthy and happy?"

Meng Xiaoni: "That doesn't mean Xiaobai is a good name."

Guifeng: "I like it very much."

Meng Xiaoni: "Little devil? Xiaofeng?"

Guifeng: "Sleep, can you go to the underworld tonight?"

Meng Xiaoni immediately closed her eyes peacefully: "Go to sleep, go to bed now."