Chapter 290 Fur
After deciding to continue going deeper into the Red King's Mausoleum, everyone set up tents, lit a bonfire, and began to roast food in preparation for tonight's rest.
Shen Qianluo also found a clean place, dragged over the haystack where Nashida had just given birth (?), sat on the ground, and placed Longlong right in the middle of his inner thighs.
He leaned his upper body lightly, his expression no longer pretending to be indifferent. He had a slender figure, thin wrists, and his slightly closed eyelashes cast a shadow under the flickering firelight, just covering his dark silver pupils.
Perhaps it was because the aura around him was too unique and lonely, no one dared to disturb the young man who had just sat down.
But the next moment, he seemed to realize the elegant temperament that was inadvertently revealed, and he lowered his head to stroke Longlong's fur, with the corners of his mouth raised again in a very deceptive and friendly arc.
"Is it hot? Do you want to apply some talcum powder? Cool and refreshing, comfortable and dry, Baolong bids farewell to the heat... Well, this is how the merchant introduced it. Your name is Longlong, right?"
He held up the dragon claw, his arm sank a little because of the weight of the dragon, and the sparkling light in his eyes became gentle and affectionate again.
"You are so well behaved. Longlong must have been very worried about his former master. Accept me as your master. We don't want that guy before. He even threw you in the desert. He was so handsome that he had no sense of responsibility at all."
"..." Lying on his back on the boy's lap, Longlong received the high-quality service of applying special talcum powder made of ice element, and tapped his wrist with his tail.
The fur on Longlong's chest and abdomen was particularly delicate and soft compared to his back, and Shen Qianluo couldn't help but touch it more.
He could never get tired of touching the dragon. Even after he had touched almost every part of the dragon's body, he still couldn't let it go - he even secretly pinched the tiny dragon's horns again.
The palm of his hand was gently pushed away by the dragon horn. Longlong seemed unable to bear the overly irritating ice element touching the dragon horn. He trembled sensitively and lowered his head to bite the boy.
"Are you shy now? This dragon isn't very good." The smile on his face suddenly became more cheerful and genuine, Shen Qianluo joked with a smile. The dragon in his arms twisted its body, but suddenly turned its head and wrapped around him.
The snake-like climbing feeling suddenly coiled up along the slender waist, warm and sticking to the skin under the thin cloth like a suction cup, and the faintly emerging dragon scales could be felt.
Shen Qianluo's tone paused at this moment, and the fingertips that were stroking Longlong curled up very lightly. He was subconsciously shocked for a second by Longlong's almost unrestrained dragon aura.
He stayed where he was.
This reaction was too abnormal, just like the terrible night when he was fooled, caught, and punished by Zhongli. Even the throbbing and shuddering at this moment were like the body's instinctive reaction.
The mark on the back of her delicate neck also fluctuated and became hot for no apparent reason...
...My own Ali even made the dragon special effects of his pillow so lifelike?
The wind elf and the skirmisher rolled their eyes.
In short, Shen Qianluo remained calm and made up an excuse for Longlong to save face for the young master. He decisively dragged the dragon off his body, coaxed it into a soft ball in his arms, and actively smoothed Longlong's fur.
Long Ye finally managed to control his impulse a little and stayed still quietly. He didn't know how much self-control it took.
In terms of common sense, he felt that he should temporarily leave Shen Qianluo for a while. However, the young man's plan was at a critical period, and he was afraid that he would take risks alone again and leave him far behind.
Tinari, who witnessed everything: "...That..."
The biology expert seemed to have discovered something extraordinary. He walked tentatively to Shen Qianluo, who was sitting away from the crowd, and asked in a casual chat tone, "Are you applying talcum powder to Longlong?"
"Yeah, he's very well behaved, right?" As if nothing had happened, Shen Qianluo's smile was flawless, but with a cynical and mischievous tone, "Tell me, why can't his dragon horns be touched? It's obviously just a toy, but you can't even pinch the dragon horns?"
As he spoke, he poked Longlong, and Longlong grabbed his fingertips again.
It was wet, yet warm and dense, causing him to subconsciously feel hot. He wanted to pull away, but failed.
"Perhaps this is a relatively sensitive organ..." Looking at Tinari's shocked eyes, which seemed to be hesitant to speak, he and Long looked into each other's eyes, and he felt more and more that the breath brushing the back of his hand was like a heat wave.
But Longlong just took a bite, and turned his head away the next moment. Perhaps he felt that the weather was too hot and he could no longer joke around, so he jumped out of the boy's arms and elegantly tidied up his messy mane.
Blinking slightly in surprise, Shen Qianluo lifted his chin with a smile: "Ah... now you are not behaving well."
“…I wonder if you have any experience raising small animals.” A subtle voice followed, and after Longlong left the boy’s arms, Tinari naturally became the person closest to the god.
He tried to give his hint as tactfully as possible, without speaking directly about feelings.
"As a breeder, I need to discover some instinctive habits and find ways to solve them. I have never raised a dragon before... I just look at his performance and I should pay attention to it. Let's feed him some cool food for the next few days."
"Habits? Food?" Shen Qianluo probably didn't understand what he said, but a light bulb suddenly lit up his head and he smiled in realization, "I see, dragons are really just small animals after all."
For example, he likes to squat gracefully to groom his mane (?). When he first came to the desert, it was really hot, and he needed to eat something cool to cool down...
Even dare to escape from his arms~
"..." Longlong lowered his head slightly and glanced at him, but insisted on not going back.
The tic-tac-toe above the boy’s head had one more point.
"From a biological point of view, this is not wrong." So he listened to Tinari's conversation in confusion. The other party also looked at Longlong, and the ears on his head swayed slightly with his movements. "Unfortunately, it involves gods, so I dare not explore too much. Otherwise, such a rare opportunity may be able to develop many new topics..."
"ear."
"…What?"
He turned around with a little surprise, and suddenly met the young man's expectant gaze. He didn't know when he was stared at by him: "I can't touch your ears? It's a fox, right? I have raised one. I'm just a little curious, what's the difference between a fox that has become a spirit and other foxes, let me touch it?"
From Xieluo Fox, to Xiaodai, to Yae Shenzi, and even to the current Tinari, except for the god himself in fox form, Shen Qianluo has only touched a few foxes.
Since Longlong left him so casually...
"This..." He saw that Tinari hesitated rarely.
There is not even the slightest conscious thought of coming back...
Leaning closer in an unserious manner, the boy lowered his voice, narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, speeding up his teasing (crossed out): "Don't hesitate, smooth fur should be used for kneading, otherwise it will waste your talent and be punished by the gods with dry fur and severe hair loss."
Very good, the young and promising fox boy was shaken.
Shen Qianluo licked his lips with great interest and was about to lean forward to reach out his hand...
A dragon was suddenly stuffed into my arms.
And rubbed his head against him angrily.