As for Mu Wanwan to give them two silver coins, Lan'er was very happy, Feng just gave her a deep look, stretched out her pale and thin palm, as if she was about to take some treasure, and took the two silver coins He took it and held it tightly in the palm of his hand where Mu Wanwan didn't notice it.
"Let's go." Feng turned around, leaning on a cane in one hand, and said in a flat voice.
Mu Wanwan nodded, met Lan'er's happy smile, and followed behind the siblings.
Because of the problem with Feng's legs and feet, they walked very slowly, and they inevitably passed by many people during the period. The human race was okay, just glanced at their brother and sister and looked away, but occasionally bumped into a stranger. Even the most beautiful elf clansmen can get a very ironic glance.
When passing by a rouge shop, a cute little black-haired elf girl even called out Lan'er's name, "Oh, isn't this Lan'er? Did you sell any vegetables today?"
Mu Wanwan noticed that Lan'er's little fist was clenched in an instant, she bit her lip, and it took a long time before she said loudly, "Why should I tell you!"
"Heh," the little girl rolled her eyes, "I don't want to know, anyway, you won't be able to pay the rent right away, and the vegetables you've worked so hard to grow won't be mine!"
"You!" Lan'er was so angry that her face flushed red, and she didn't say a word after holding it for a long time.
Feng turned around silently, and a pair of ice blue eyes glanced at the chattering little girl. The girl was like a chick who was strangled by her neck. She snorted and stopped talking.
Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yin and patted the tearful Lan'er's head with sympathy, but thought of his own Mr. Long—
Because he was born with a birthmark, he was discriminated against by his clansmen. Wouldn't Mr. Long have also experienced this? If it is said that discrimination against the elves does not translate into substantive violence and harm, it is just that the face is not perfect and is ridiculed by such words.
So, in the dragon race, which has always been the strong prey to the weak and the discrimination is more serious, Mr. Long, who was born with five claws and could not be perfectly transformed into a human form when he was young, had a miserable life.
Dragon meat is a great supplement to some monks of other races, and the dragon race discriminates against dragons that are different from them. Because of the five claws, Mr. Long can't perfectly transform into a human form and disguise as a cub of other races. What was your childhood like
It was only briefly mentioned in the original book, but now she remembers it, Mr. Long is an orphan dragon, and the dragon family doesn't have any welfare institutions. Where does Mr. Long, who is still very weak, survive
Mu Wanwan followed behind Feng, the scene of Mr. Long lying on the blood-stained jade bed with his rotten tail in his mind, he just felt as if something was lightly pricking his heart, and when he came back to his senses, he was already Following the two brothers and sisters, they crossed almost half of the shops and reached the edge of the market.
The flow of people here is obviously a lot less, and only occasionally a few people come over. Mu Wanwan noticed that there are very few elves here, and they are basically human races.
"That's it." Feng pointed to a dilapidated shop in the corner and walked in first.
"Senior." Lan'er tugged at Mu's curved sleeves, her voice was small, "The owner is a lion orc with a bad temper."
"Nonsense, I have a good temper!"
Before Mu Wanwan could react, a rough voice sounded from the front. She raised her head and met an angular face. He was a man of some age. He also had some complicated patterns on his forehead. The red one had three layers. According to the original body's memory, it was the beast pattern of an orc.
This person is the shopkeeper in Lan'er's mouth, and judging from the appearance of his beast pattern, he should be a third-order fire element orc warrior.
"Senior, hello." Mu Wanwan greeted the shopkeeper, who was very forthright, "Laner and the others brought you here, do you want to buy seeds or sell spiritual plants?"
A group of people entered the shop, and the shop was unexpectedly neat and tidy. As soon as they entered the door, they could see a cloth curtain, which should be the owner of the shop still living here.
Outside the counter, there are two large wooden shelves, one with many small grids on it, and the grids are marked to store seeds. On the other wooden shelf, some transparent utensils were used to hold some dried or fresh spiritual plants. Mu Wanwan saw the figure of burning grass on the bottom layer of the second wooden shelf.
She suddenly became a little excited, and she also expressed a little more gratitude to the two brothers and sisters Feng and Lan. It seems that this store is not only a place to sell seeds, but also to recycle spiritual plants.
"Just look at it, I haven't had a new customer here for a long time, hahaha." The manager of the Lion Clan said to Mu Wanwan, "Or if you just say what you want, I usually have it here."
Mu Wanwan's eyes lit up, she thanked Feng who was standing at the door without saying a word, and asked, "Senior, I want to buy some burning grass seeds."
"Oh, burning grass seeds." The lion orc glanced at her, "I have quite a few here. Since Feng brought you here, I won't sell you expensive, just one copper coin."
Mu Wanwan frowned slightly. One copper coin and one burning grass seed is equivalent to one dollar. Moreover, cultivating burning grass is risky. Generally, the success rate of first-order wood cultivators is about 60%, and According to her current spiritual power, cultivating ten seeds a day is the limit, that is to say, with ten seeds, she may only be able to cultivate six burning grasses.
The principal is ten yuan. If one silver coin and one burning grass are sold at the market price, she can only earn five silver coins a day, five silver coins, and even half a low-grade spirit stone is not enough! Not to mention that she may not be able to find a seller who is willing to spend a silver coin to buy one of her burning grass.
Mu Wanwan quietly calculated the account, and did not directly say how much he wanted, but threw a new question, "Senior, I don't know if you will accept freshly cultivated burning grass?"
The lion orc was stunned for a second, then laughed, "Yes, I want it here, why, do you want to buy seeds from me, cultivate them, and send them to me to make money?"
Mu Wanwan knew that the boss was not weak, and he was an old orc again, and his thoughts would definitely not be able to hide from him, so he didn't hide it, "Senior, my lover is seriously ill and bedridden now, if the senior accepts it here, I'm really grateful. already."
She didn't know where her words touched the pain of the orc boss. His expression became fierce in an instant, the beast pattern on his forehead suddenly turned red, and he punched the wall with a fist, making a loud bang.
Mu Wanwan was startled, seeing the orc staring at him, and let out a low growl, "If you lie to me, I will tear you apart immediately."
Lan'er was also frightened, but Feng was unexpectedly calm, "Uncle Zong, calm down."
Mu Wanwan clearly heard that after Feng's voice fell, there was a slight coughing sound from behind the curtain, and after this coughing sound, the beastman called Uncle Zong calmed down almost immediately. The animal pattern gradually dimmed, and the original pair of eyes also dimmed a bit.
He twitched the corners of his mouth at the stunned Mu Wanwan, "I'll take it here, I can give you the market price, one silver coin per plant, or you can exchange twelve burning grasses for me for a low-grade spirit stone."
Only then did Mu Wanwan notice that there was still a faint smell of medicine in this shop. She just thought it was the smell of some spiritual plants and didn't care too much. Now, combined with the coughing she just heard, she probably guessed it. , It was his own words, "the lover who is sick and in bed again", who provoked this very heroic-looking orc in front of him.
It is estimated that many people like themselves want a discount under this banner, but they are found to be liars.
But even so, the orc was willing to believe that he had not lied to him.
Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but said, "Senior, this junior definitely didn't lie."
"Don't talk about it, how many seeds do you want, get them and roll them." The orc raised his eyebrows again, but Mu Wanwan, who saw through his soft temperament, raised his eyebrows and asked with a bit of an inch, "The junior is still here. There are some seeds, I wonder if the seniors can help me see what they are?"
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While Mu Wanwan was trying his best to bargain with the orcs at the market, Mr. Long, who was lying on the bed, was suppressing the curse in his body with great pain.
He has been doing this all night.
In order to prevent Mu Wanwan from suddenly smelling rancid when she was asleep.
Because there was no spiritual energy replenishment in the past two days, the pro-nucleus and meridians in Mr. Long's body were broken, and he was unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth under the suppression of the curse in his body. He has been trying his best to restrain himself.
However, Mr. Long's tail was finally unable to hold back, and within a quarter of an hour after Mu Wanwan left, it rotted again.
His fingertips trembled painfully. Mr. Long's face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He could feel the pain of the scales splitting and the flesh being gouged out in an instant.
The room was clearly cleaned by Mu Wanwan, and the aroma of soap plants wafted out, but at this moment, almost in an instant, it was messed up by him, and it smelled bad.
If he could move, he would love to chop off half of his tail, but now, he can't do anything.
Mr. Long felt the slowly flowing rot, and his heart was as barren as a land of thorns.
He is finished, no one will always take care of an ugly dragon with a rotten tail like this without any regrets. She is just Mrs. Chongxi, why does she not dislike him
When she comes back, the dream will be over.