The spiritual energy contained in a few low-grade spirit stones was just a drop in the ocean to the former Mr. Long, but to the current Mr. Long, it is a very precious thing.
Si Si aura slowly entered his body from the spiritual stone, like a spring rain falling on the dry earth, Mr. Long gathered his consciousness, which was different from the previous dream. He carefully absorbed the spiritual energy and used the powerful consciousness of seventh order He fiddled with a few wisps of weak spiritual energy, and only absorbed enough spiritual energy to connect the two broken pronuclei before stopping.
They are poor now and need to save.
So Mu Wanwan watched helplessly as the spiritual stones placed next to Mr. Long's ears shattered quickly at first, then shattered more and more busy, and finally there were three pieces left.
The shattering of the spiritual stone means that Mr. Long has actually absorbed a lot of spiritual energy. Is this method useful
Feeling a little more happy, Mu Wanwan looked at the three remaining low-grade spirit stones and secretly guessed whether it was because Mr. Long's body was so weak that he could only absorb a few low-grade spirit stones. She rubbed it. With a little sour eyes, after thinking about it, he still didn't put away the three spirit stones.
If Mr. Long's tail rotted again because of lack of spiritual power, she can't take away the spiritual stone anymore.
Mu Wanwan slowed down, checked Mr. Long's tail, and there was no more bleeding, maybe it was because of the spirit stone.
"Mr. Long, I'm sorry." Mu Wanwan was a little choked up and wanted to reach out to touch his broken corner, but he stopped in the air. This time it was all her fault. If she hadn't broken Mr. Long's spirit stone , maybe his tail will not rot again.
She apologized softly, listening to Mr. Long's ears, but it was very uncomfortable—
He knew her, but he just thought, bring more money and go to the market to see if there is any other way out. He is also thinking about them and this family.
Family…
Mr. Long's ears were hot and hot, and he recited this magical word several times in his heart.
If this icy tyrant's mansion, if this used to be just his temporary resting place, with her, maybe he can call it home.
The home he never had.
Mu Wanwan didn't expect that just by apologizing because of guilt, she would be able to make Mr. Long's brain come to his 'home'. She didn't waste time, she just bounced the low-grade ash that had broken into powder from Mr. Long's pillow. After changing the position of the remaining three pieces, I picked up the quilt covered with scales and blood.
It's still early, and the weather is okay today, so I have to quickly take care of Mr. Long's tail, and then wash the quilt and mattress so that it can be dried earlier.
Mu Wanwan filled a large basin of water while planning what to do next. Because she wanted to wash the quilt, she took out the largest basin in the house. Mu Wanwan soaked the quilt in the water, added a lot of soap plants, trotted all the way to the kitchen, burned a lot of hot water, sterilized the knives that had been used before, took the ointment, and went back to the kitchen. to the room.
Mu Wanwan put the basin in place, took two more handkerchiefs, wrapped his hands, looked at Mr. Long with his eyes closed, and said softly, "Mr. Long, let me help you, it may hurt a little. "
Although she swore to God that her words only expressed her intention to help Mr. Long to deal with the wound, and had no other ideas, but in Mr. Long's ears, she was going to do something to him. signal.
He felt a little nervous in his heart, and his fingertips were shaking a little. After he closed his eyes and waited for dozens of seconds, Mu Wanwan finally made his move.
Through the thin veil, her body temperature spread straight to his tail, and he could clearly feel that she carefully avoided his wound, and her soft palms dragged his long hair with half force. The tail was placed on the somewhat icy jade bed.
The tail in the half-dragon state is not particularly obscene except for a few places and inverse scales. Mr. Long feels fine and doesn't hurt—
Did she want to clean the mattress he had soiled? Mr. Long thought, feeling a little calmer.
But soon, he couldn't calm down.
because,
Mu Wanwan even threw the handkerchief wrapped around his hands aside, rolled up his sleeves and hugged his waist!
From the moment she touched his chest and abdomen with her warm skin, Mr. Long felt that something suddenly attacked the city from that piece of skin, rushed straight up, and exploded in his mind. current.
Suddenly he was stunned.
How could she build his waist.
Apart from fighting, no one has ever dared to touch his waist.
If there are no black and red curse lines on his face, it is estimated that Mu Wanwan can tell at a glance that Mr. Long's face is already red. But even with this pattern, Mu Wanwan still saw Mr. Long's pink ears and neck after completely getting him out of the dirty quilt.
Mu Wanwan: "?"
Is it hot
She didn't think about it that much, she put her hand on Mr. Long's forehead, and suddenly there was a temperature completely different from his, and it was a little hot.
That's right, because there is no spiritual energy, Mr. Long's tail is rotten again. Generally, people who are injured will have a fever. Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan's eyes are a little red.
"It's my fault that made you have a fever." She said in a low voice, her voice full of frustration, she let out a slow sigh of relief, and threw the mattress on the ground.
Mr. Long had not yet recovered from the fact that she actually built his waist, when he felt her palms follow his slippery scales full of rot and dirt, all the way down until he rotted. of the wound.
The irritated shyness in his heart slowly turned into a throbbing that made Long bewildered. Her actions reminded him again and again—
She never despised him, she really never despised him.
The knife cut through the rotting scales and flesh, no matter how gentle and careful Mu Wanwan's movements were, the pain was still unabated, but these pains, in Mr. Long's opinion, were not as bad as they were when he was young. Cake and the devil dog fight, the bite hurts.
He has never dealt with wounds in such a meticulous manner. The powerful self-healing ability of the dragon family made him hate his birth, and at the same time couldn't help but be proud of his talent. He was treated like a treasure like this. For him, This is Longsheng's strangest experience.
He even hopes that such pain can last longer.
Mu Wanwan carefully cleaned Mr. Long's tail, took a clean handkerchief to wipe off the dirt on the scales near the wound, and helped him with medicine, looking at his half, he could almost see the bones The rotten tail, and feel a little distressed.
She didn't know why Mr. Long fought with those leaders.
Mu Wanwan shook her head and didn't think about it anymore, not to mention that she was a first-order cultivator who couldn't manage the disputes of the big men standing at the top of the continent, let's just say her current identity, a lady who was happy, in Mu Wanwan. In the eyes of some people with ulterior motives such as Ao Qin, the family is an abandoned child. In the eyes of some people with ulterior motives, such as Ao Qin, it is probably a tool. It is also worth a little to Mr. Long who is temporarily sick, and probably has no right to care about Mr. Long's previous affairs.
It's still a little sad to think so, Mu Wanwan secretly felt that he was really acting too much, so he stopped thinking about it, tidied up the messy room, and covered half of his quilt on Mr. Long, holding the dirty Mattress out the door.
The room became quiet, and Mr. Long slowly came out of his indescribable feelings. His consciousness could clearly feel the spiritual stone beside his pillow. His dark mood for a long time finally became a little brighter. He listened to Mu Wanwan's The sound of water rushing from the laundry in the yard, gradually immersed in consciousness—
When Mu Wanwan didn't appear in his life, it took him about three years to fully 'wake up', but now, he felt that he would be able to break the curse in about a year at most.
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After Mu Wanwan took a lot of effort to wash the dirty part of the quilt and the mattress, it was getting dark, and she felt that her old waist and old legs couldn't take it anymore.
In fact, it makes sense. This body is much stronger and stronger than her previous body. After all, the original body is also a first-order cultivator, and it is much stronger than the mortal she used to be, but the cultivator can't stand such a toss. !
She has been really exhausted these past few days, and Mu Wanwan originally wanted to eat meat at night, but seeing Mr. Long's tail in the afternoon will really affect her appetite, not to mention the smell in the house now. Not finished.
So the luxurious dinner in the evening turned into a glorious meal of white rice porridge...
Because she was worried that the meat would go bad, Mu Wanwan simply marinated it with salt, but she didn't know if it was because of the sequelae of Mr. Long's tail. Now that she looked at this excellent piece of spiritual pork, she would subconsciously compare the meat with the dragon. meat difference.
Compared with healthy dragon meat, the color seems to be a little darker, and the texture does not look so tight, but compared with unhealthy dragon meat, the color seems to be very tender, and it seems that the taste should be okay... right
When Mu Wanwan marinated the meat and cooked the porridge, she felt that she was floating when she walked. She was really crazy to keep comparing the difference between the spirit pork and the dragon meat _(:з"∠)_
After eating a light dinner and feeding Mr. Long a small bowl of Lingmi porridge and half a hundred precious fruits, Mu Wanwan boiled some water and went to the side hall to take a bath, after thinking about it, he still carried a small half bucket. Hot water returned to the room.
When she was thinking about cleaning Mr. Long's tail in the afternoon, she saw that his other scales were also withered and yellow. She didn't know if it was dirty or what.
Mu Wanwan lifted the quilt, and Mr. Long's twisted posture with his tail bent appeared in her eyes. Mu Wanwan smiled unkindly. She didn't pay attention in the afternoon, maybe she didn't put this man's tail in place.
"Mr. Long, let me wipe it for you." Mu Wanwan whispered as usual, soaking the veil with hot water, avoiding his wound, and wiping his scales little by little.
But until he wiped his beautiful and tight waist, except that the scales near his waist were a little thicker and slightly softer than other places, Mu Wanwan didn't find anything extraordinary (Hey !
At this moment, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very safe, so Mr. Long's state is actually very safe, and there is no need to worry about the morning in the state of a plant dragon (wow-), because Mr. Long actually does not have one.
Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Yanlong's evil and handsome face, with long and curved crow-black eyelashes and a distinct Adam's apple, then glanced at his thin waist, slightly blushing and sighed, so handsome It's a pity that there is no dragon in the half-dragon state (Wow-).
Mu Wanwan struggled to look away from Mr. Long's beautiful abdominal muscles, secretly spit that he was tempted by beauty, speeded up the washing work, and went out with water.
At this time, Mr. Long was still fighting the curse in the pain of the meridians. He didn't even know that a certain ability in his half-dragon state had been suspected by his wife. If he was awake, it would definitely be very uncomfortable.
After all, when it's not in use, the dragon family won't show anything casually! And to be reasonable, in fact, Mu Wanwan has already touched it, and he said that he didn't, which is really aggrieved!
—Mu Wanwan poured the water, tidied up the room again, counted the things she bought today, rubbed her sore neck, and was ready to go to bed, but when she was about to climb into bed like the previous two days, Just discovered the problem.
Mr. Long has soiled the quilt and mattress today, but they haven't dried yet.
They only have one quilt and mattress now and that's a hell of a lot.
Is she going to sleep with Mr. Long
Mu Wanwan was a little sluggish. She looked at Mr. Long with his bare shoulders buried in the red quilt, and suddenly felt a little hard to breathe. Before she crossed, she was an innocent little girl, but now she has a disabled dragon. Husband doesn't say, I was forced to sleep with him in the same bed but with two quilts. Do you want to sleep in a quilt now
And Mr. Long is also an innocent dragon! Although he is a plant now, it can't change the fact that he is a heterosexual dragon, although he can't and can't express any opinions now.
Mu Wanwan felt that her head hurt so much. She looked at the dark sky outside and regretted why she couldn't open her eyes. She bought an extra quilt when she was outside today.
It was already a little late, and the power of late autumn was gradually showing. Even in the room, it felt a little cold.
Mu Wanwan stood on the slippery floor and sighed deeply.
She resignedly walked to the closet, rummaged around, but didn't find any thick clothes.
When his eyes touched the bench and table where the original body was lying on his stomach before the bed was cleaned out, Mu Wanwan's eyes twitched. Does she have to sleep on her stomach if the quilt is left alone? This is too bad, right
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—When Mu Wanwan was struggling to decide whether to sleep with Mr. Long in the same bed, in the elf market, in the shop where Mu Wanwan bought seeds during the day:
Uncle Lion, Orc Zong, closed the door of the store, turned around and entered the store.
Cultivators of the third rank and above like them have the qualifications to rent the shops for a long time in the market, and they also have the qualifications to still live in the market stores after the market closes at 6:00 pm every day, but like Lan and Feng. Those ordinary people of the elven race who have no cultivation base are not qualified to continue to stay in the elven race.
Lifting the curtain covering the counter and the inner room, Uncle Zong walked in.
Mu Wanwan guessed right, they do still live here, and there is indeed a small bed behind the curtain. At this moment, there is a beautiful woman sitting halfway on it. She has a clean face and does not seem to be an orc. There is also a trace of fatigue in between, and he doesn't look very young anymore.
"Cough..." The woman coughed lightly, and Uncle Zong immediately became nervous. Such a big man, with tense muscles and at a loss, stood beside her bed, and he seemed so cautious when he wanted to reach out to caress her.
"Brother Lei." The woman smiled at him with a pale face, "Have you finished work?"
She wanted to try her best to be happier, but there was still deep exhaustion in her eyes.
Uncle Zong couldn't bear it anymore, walked to her side, grabbed her hand with his big hand, "Yun'er, I'll carry you to bed."
"Yeah." The woman named Yun'er lay in his arms obediently, and the two walked out of the small room set up in the shop, opened the secret door at the back, and entered the courtyard.
"Brother Lei, what happened to Lan'er's rent?" Yun'er asked, "I was a little sleepy in the afternoon and fell asleep."
"Haha." Uncle Zong hugged his lover who was getting lighter and lighter, holding back the sourness in his eyes, and smiled boldly, "The little girl who came this afternoon, I thought she was a liar again, but it turned out to be good."
"Lan'er and their renters don't have to worry, that little girl secretly stuffed a low-grade spirit stone into Lan'er's hood, and that girl is not afraid that a little elf as small as Lan'er will lose this spirit stone, Mingming was so stingy when he was here in the afternoon."
"That's good..." Yun'er said, as if she had exhausted all her strength.
"Yes, yes." Uncle Zong put his arms around her tightly, "Don't worry about them, it's fine. That boy Feng is smart, and he came here after he found out, and I exchanged the spirit stones for silver coins. And copper coins, saying that the elves can't find out that they have spirit stones, it's ridiculous, haha."
Although Uncle Zong was smiling, the animal pattern on his forehead became brighter and brighter. He talked a lot, until he confirmed that the person in his arms had fallen asleep again.
He put the person gently on the bed, and looked at Yun'er's gradually pale face, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.
They have known each other since they were very young. Yuner used to be one of the most talented orc warriors in the tribe. In order to have children for him, he lost most of his talents, but even so, after so many years, they still haven't child.
He actually felt that it didn't matter. After all, there would be no children without each other. It was enough to have each other, but Yuner wanted a child very much. As a result, she was deceived by a hateful witch clan, and she drank a prescription with an implied curse. The remaining talent has been absorbed, leaving only a weak body, and now there is no way to turn into a beast, and can only rely on the elixir to continue.
But even with all his efforts, the time she wakes up is getting shorter and shorter.
"Yun'er." Zong Lei said her name softly and slowly calmed down.
The author has something to say: Years later:
Mu Wanwan finally saw the correct way to open something in the half-dragon state through blood and tears...
Mr. Long (proud): "How can I not, how can I not!"