Chapter 263: The Magical Transformation of Taomu Brand (2)

The dragon nodded day by day, "This is the guardian of our family, so it guards me."
"But I am not from your family."
"You are!" Long Zhutian's hands closed on her waist, Feng Mu stared straight into her black pupil, "You are my person, how can you say it is not my family?"
"..."
Yang Zimei was speechless.
Although she has assumed from the bottom of her heart that she is his person, the relationship between the two has not been ridiculed, right?
"Remember, you are my dragon day by day!" Dragon day by day emphasized again deeply.
"You are Yang Zimei's person!" Yang Zimei was not to be outdone.
"That's natural. My dragon is born of Yang Zimei, and death is also Yang Zimei's dead!" Long Zhutian said solemnly.
Yang Zimei sweated.
This girl actually plays cold humor.
"Then what is your family?" Yang Zimei asked curiously again.
Long Zhutian's eyes sank slightly, lowered his eyes, and remained silent for a while, "I will tell you later."
"Why can't you tell now?" Women always like to get to the bottom of curious things, not to mention the background of the person they like. Yang Zimei is also a woman, and she can't help but want to make things clear.
"Dangerous." Long put her head into her shoulders day by day. "Should know, I will let you know."
"Okay!" Yang Zimei knew he had a secret, so he didn't want to ask any more, leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes. "Then let's sleep again."
"Well, good dream." Long finished day by day, and closed his eyes.
This time, he couldn't sleep.
Listening to the person on his side, a uniform snoring sound was sounded, and he opened those narrow phoenix eyes in the night, looking at her with a white and clean face at night, like jade, exuding warmth Soft light.
His eyes have long been accustomed to seeing things in the night, no different from daytime.
She was asleep, and her expression was not as calm as that of not sleeping. On the contrary, her eyelashes fluttered like injured butterfly wings, her long eyebrows twisted slightly, her lips clenched uneasily, her body bowed tightly, and her fists held Now, like a lack of security, he has been in a state of tension and fear.
The dark eyes sank, the heart seemed to be torn by thin threads, and the slightest soreness.
Did she sleep so restlessly because she was by her side?
As she was thinking, a vague nightmare came from her lips, her face anxious and shocked, "No, don't hit me, don't hit me ..."
His heart tightened, and a horrifying light shot from his black eyes.
who is it?
Who dares break into her dream and hit her?
The sweaty beads on her forehead as bright as the moon, and her clothes were wet.
He held her tightly, stroking her hand gently on the back of her hair, soothing in a low voice, and humming his hymn, which had a special language pronunciation but a very soothing and peaceful rhythm, quietly in The night sky resounded, dreamlike ...
Maybe it was his soothing effect, her expression gradually calmed down, and her body was slightly relaxed, curled up in his arms like a kitten, and a pair of vine-like hands even hung on his neck, like With reliance, no longer hesitate, no longer afraid, no longer confused ...
Looking at her gradually soothing face, Long closed her eyes day by day and fell asleep again.