There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 470. Thirty-eighth Dragon Scales (Eleven)

This is the anti-theft badge. She is very affectionate and ruthless. Her free-spirited nature necessitates that she feed on human love, which is so precious that she never gets enough to eat. Then one day, a lonely soul with no owner and no fixed place floated on the sea for no reason. The dragon girl swallowed it in a daze, and tasted the opposite of "hunger". Later, she discovered that the soul of "human beings" could make her own food, so she transformed into the real body of a white dragon and went to the human world.

But the more she ate, the more hungry she became. The burning hunger made her unable to control herself, causing her to churned in turbulent waves in the barren sea, suffering endlessly.

She gave up the slaughter and plunder of human souls during such torture, and returned to the Dragon Palace of Returning Ruins quietly. In order to avoid starvation, the dragon girl chose to sleep again.

Then she went to a world in a dream, grew up like an ordinary person, and received the unreserved love of a human being.

When the dragon girl woke up from the dream, she realized that the human soul can only satisfy her hunger for a short time. If she really wants to experience "satisfaction", then only "love" is her food. When she understands this truth, there will be lonely souls coming from above the barren sea. She devours them and goes to the world where they are, and then she can digest the souls and take them for herself. If she can find pure and full love in the world, then she can stay awake for a long time after returning to the barren sea without having to fall asleep again.

The human souls who came to the barren sea were all related to water, and the dragon girl even left a drowned soul as her servant to guard the Guixu Dragon Palace for her when she left the barren sea.

Up to now, she can't remember how many people's love she has eaten.

But this world... um... Dragon Girl is also very distressed. Marquis of Yong'an's love exudes a fishy smell, and it can be expected that it is not very delicious, but if she doesn't eat it, she might even forget who she is in the next world!

Forget it, she's never been a person who prefers to be short and not too much. When it comes to food, the Dragon Girl has always refused to come.

Dragon Girl is the only dragon who lives in nothingness and enjoys eternal existence. She has no relatives and no companions, so she learned the word "Linglong" in the world and used it as her name. She quickly learned the laws of life on earth and worked hard for her rations.

With no one to teach or guide, Linglong lived a lonely and happy life. She doesn't stick to the way of heaven and does whatever she wants, except that she doesn't put any life in her eyes. Fortunately, there is hunger as a prohibition, which allows her to do things a little bit. She no longer devours her soul as she did when she first left the barren sea, and she is unscrupulous.

Now she occasionally secretly eats a few extra souls, and the sky and the earth will turn a blind eye.

Beautiful appearance comes from godsend or heredity, but beauty needs to be pampered. The kind of woman who lives in a rough environment and still maintains soft skin and charming modalities, even Linglong has never seen a few. Her beauty comes from herself, because she is the most beautiful dragon. She can maintain her youth and beauty forever without maintenance or maintenance. How can humans compare with her?

Therefore, when Chu Zhi, who had been left out for more than a month, when she saw her again, Linglong almost couldn't recognize her.

Breakable skin and a carefree attitude are what you get in a life of luxury. Chu Zhi was just a servant who was hated by his wife. Everyone in the Hou Mansion got the meaning of his wife and knew that she was not liked by his wife. Who would look at her in the right eye. It was a trivial matter to exclude and bully her on weekdays. Stealing is the big deal. Without the rouge gouache that Mrs. gave her, the loss of Peiyu Mingluan, plus the fact that she was not allowed to see Lord Hou for dozens of days, she was thinking wildly, and her whole person became haggard and old, and she had the same coquettish attitude as more than a month ago. The prosperous maid is like two different people.

The original owner really took this maid who grew up together as a sister, but always remember to prepare a copy for Chu Zhi for all the fancy clothes and beautiful clothes of the original owner, even the original owner's parents have green eyes on Chu Zhi. Youjia asked Chu Zhi to dowry, but who knew that she lost her daughter's life and soul. I don't know how the couple would react if they knew the truth.

"Ma'am! Madam's servants know it's wrong, please let the servants come back to serve! Madam!" As soon as Chu Zhi came in, she slumped on the ground with a very low posture. She had no other choice now. She was so tight that she wanted to sneak out in the middle of the night to find Hou Ye? There is no way, even her three meals a day are disturbed, either accidentally bumping into her and spilling it, or grabbing the soil and leaves inside, these days are not very comfortable at the beginning of the day.

She is really desperate. Although she will be tortured if she stays with her, at least she still has a chance to see Lord Hou. Who else can save her at this moment except Lord Hou? Right now, I just hope that the lady can still remember a little bit of her past affection, and see that she is soft-hearted and spared her this time in her humble attitude.

"You're wrong." Linglong opened her almond eyes slightly in surprise. "Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Chu Zhi lowered her head and didn't dare to lift her head up: "The slave maid's fault is that she shouldn't steal Madam's jade pendant with dirty hands and feet, and she shouldn't serve her well, so she almost burned her with hot tea, and she shouldn't argue that she is innocent— —”

"Very good." Linglong put down the pastry in her hand moved, got up in person, bent down and helped Chu Zhi up, her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness and relief. "You and I grew up together, and I regard you as a sister in my heart. If you don't repent, how can I let you leave my side? It's all right now. If you admit your mistake to me, I won't be angry. Be sisters as usual, share everything, do you think it's good?"

Chu Zhi fell into the beautiful future described by Linglong, and was about to nod her head in agreement, but suddenly found that his wife was no longer smiling. She suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and quickly knelt down again, "The slave does not dare! The slave does not dare! The slave comes from a humble background, but she is only a slave, how can she be a sister with the madam! I also ask for the grace of the madam, let the slave be by my side, and do something. Work, the slave and maid will be satisfied."

Linglong laughed again: "You, you, really, but since you asked me like this, it would be too impersonal if I didn't agree."

She stretched out her hands and said to Chushuang, "How about the impatiens juice you prepared?"

"Madam Hui, all right, the servant will go get it."

Chu Zhi stood up and stood on the side, showing humility, and stooping slightly. Her eyes couldn't help being attracted by the pair of lush-like soft weeds that Linglong stretched out. What kind of hands were those, white and slender, as delicate as the tender bamboo shoots that had just been peeled off, without a single flaw, and with the usual pampering, She didn't even have a thin callus on her hand. The manicure is round and neat, unlike Chu Zhi, because she always has to do work, and when the nails are long, they will be full of ashes.

She used to have slender fingers and dyed Kodan, but now her hands are old and wrinkled, with thick calluses, and even a little deformed because of the heavy work.

Chu Shuang brought impatiens juice and carefully painted Linglong's nails. Just after painting one hand, Chu Xue came in and reported that Hou Ye was back.

Linglong noticed Chu Zhi's undisguised joy, and secretly laughed in her heart, she thought this was her chance? No, it's her hell.

The Marquis of Yong'an has recently been fascinated by the fascinated wife who has transformed himself. After the daily errands are over, he is in a hurry to go home without drinking with his colleagues. Everyone laughs at him, but he doesn't care. How do those single dogs know the feeling of being in the arms of a tender and charming wife? It's too stupid to use the drainage water in this cold weather as a mourning.

Isn't it better than blowing cold wind outside?

As soon as he entered the door, his tall body seemed to bring a cold wind. Linglong didn't lift her head, she didn't do anything virtuous in front of Yongan Hou, the original owner was virtuous enough, but unfortunately Yongan Hou didn't like it, he was taken away by Chu Zhi, not because of Chu Zhi's thin horse temperament .

But a thin horse is a thin horse, and it can't be put on the table. How can it compare with the beauty of the country and the city.

Here in Linglong, men and women are no different, but the Marquis of Yongan became her food alternative, so she was allowed to live on for a while longer. She likes his handsome appearance and strong body, so she will maintain it until she eats him. As for Chuzhi, she didn't eat it. She was like a cat that caught a mouse. Before the mouse died, she teased and played and tortured it to death.

Seeing that Yongan Hou waved Chushuang away, sat down in front of Linglong himself, and took over the small brush in Chushuang's hand dipped in impatiens juice, Linglong sneered: "Marquis is so interesting, why, these women's family Do you like it too?"

"The pleasure of the boudoir is sweet." The Hou Yongan didn't take her sarcasm at all, but felt that such a wife had a different kind of cuteness. He has held a sword in both hands, went to the battlefield, and killed the enemy, but this is the first time he has done such a delicate thing. Linglong narrowed her eyes, "You're ugly, go away and let Chushuang come."

Chu Shuang was about to come over, but was glared back by Marquis Yongan. The ferocity of this pair of maids turned into a pettiness in front of Linglong, "Don't be angry, let the husband paint it again."

These delicate little hands are like soft tofu in the palm of his hand. He often squeezes these little hands between the beds, licks, kisses, and bites. Now that he can play well, he can't let go.

"Okay." Linglong is also very talkative. "I'll paint it for Lord Hou later."

Marquis of Yongan: "..."

From near to far from east to west, as deep as shallow clear stream.

The highest to the next day and the moon, the closest relatives to the estranged husband and wife.