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Chapter 4411: Her Dragon

Sikong Fuling stared at it in astonishment for a long while, then raised a hand to touch her nose. "It looks like this, could it be... so hungry it can only crawl?"

Mu Xingchen glanced at her, instantly speechless. "Miss Sikong, you certainly know how to joke."

Sikong Fuling heard this, silently glanced at Mu Xingchen, and coughed awkwardly.

Indeed, she had never heard of a holy beast being half-dead from hunger. This must be their illusion.

[Hungry... So hungry... Master, hungry...]

Qiao Mu suddenly sat up, moving so abruptly that she almost fell off the bed. Her hazy, wide eyes met Mo Lian's, who was sitting by the table looking at her. For a moment, she felt a bit disoriented, unsure of where she was.

Mo Lian couldn't help but smile, quickly walked over, lifted his robe, and sat down by the bed. He raised a hand and took her small hand. "How are you?"

"Who's calling me?" Qiao Mu looked at the Crown Prince with a serious expression, extended a finger, and poked in the direction of the door. "Outside the door."

Mo Lian secretly ground his teeth, but still got up as instructed, walked to the door, and pushed it open.

Indeed, a slender little thing slipped in, its eyes watery, rushing towards its master's bed.

[Master...]

Qiao Mu sat upright in a lotus position, her gaze surveying the little creature climbing up.

This slender little thing had vertical blood patterns on its back and a pair of small horns on its head.

Qiao Mu seemed to see three small dragons tumbling, breathing fire, and spinning up and down above the shimmering blue lake. Each of the three small dragons had a pair of dragon horns on its forehead, with crimson blood-colored bodies, winding upwards. The flames they spat were also crimson, and as soon as the flames touched the lake surface, a sizzling sound was heard, and a small patch of the lake water completely evaporated.

[Come back, how dare you cause such a ruckus?]

[So disobedient, watch as this little ancestor draws out the Fuxi Great Sword and slays you all...]

Qiao Mu looked far into the distance, watching the creature that was crawling and crawling, finally reaching her lap with great difficulty. She couldn't help but smile faintly, raising a finger to gently stroke the little dragon's head.

It turned out that this troublesome blood-marked demon dragon had always been sealed within her inner world. The snake sculpture in her inner world was not a snake sculpture at all; it was the blood-marked demon dragon, three blood-marked demon dragons that she had painstakingly hatched.

She still remembered the scene where the lake water, even slightly touched by the crimson flames, evaporated into steam. This fire could burn down mountains and rivers, truly fierce.

The little poker-faced girl's eyes were gentle and slightly rippling. Her small hand stroked the little dragon's head repeatedly, but her thoughts seemed to have drifted elsewhere.

[Little Bao, no matter where you go, Master will always watch over you.]

[Time and space are not an issue. As long as you miss Master, call out, and Master will surely hear you.]

Qiao Mu blinked lightly, looked up at Mo Lian, who was standing and gazing at her, and smiled brightly, her eyes curving. "I'm hungry."

Mo Lian quickly stepped forward, gently embraced her, and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. "What do you want to eat?"

"I want something sweet. Bean paste cakes, pineapple jelly, coconut tarts, hibiscus pastries, anything is fine."

"Okay." Mo Lian reached out to support her shoulders, then lowered his head to look at the blood-marked demon dragon coiled on the little girl's legs. "I didn't expect this to be a dragon that loves sweets."

"Little Red can't fly when it's hungry," Qiao Mu said, rubbing the little dragon's head, her voice filled with a hint of emotion.

Mo Lian raised an eyebrow slightly. "Little Red?"