The day of departure soon arrived. With the experience of the last time, Mu Wanwan prepared a lot of things before departure this time.
First of all, she asked for two silver coins to enter the city. She was a little fortunate that she didn't spend all the silver coins to buy meat after she came out of the market, and now she has only two silver coins left on her body.
The low-grade spirit stone was used when Mr. Long couldn't bear the pain, but fortunately, his tail improved a lot during this time, and it did not continue to rot.
The second is the burning grass and the green star grass that entrust the family's future life hope.
In the past two days, she has almost drained the wood-type spiritual energy in her body to cultivate the seeds, and finally cultivated all the seeds the day before she left. It's just that it takes a long time to grow from a seedling to a mature plant, so this time she couldn't take all the seedlings that were successfully cultivated to the market.
But Mu Wanwan did the math. The 150 burning grass seeds she bought at the beginning, after removing the failed and some newly cultivated seedlings, harvested a total of 108 burning grass. And 30 green star grass seeds, 16 plants were harvested.
The mature burning grass she had just cultivated was much fresher and slightly larger than the ones she had seen in the kitchen. Bixingcao is a blue-blue plant, with two long and thin leaves stretched out, revealing a small round green translucent fruit in the middle.
According to common sense, this small translucent fruit is the essence of the entire Bixingcao.
Because there are still some seedlings of Bixing grass at home, Mu Wanwan decided to take all the mature Bixing grass and burning grass to exchange for money and seeds, and those in the family waited for Mr.
Mu Wanwan thought, put all the things he was going to take away in the back basket, washed his hands, walked into the room, and glanced at Mr. Long inadvertently—
Maybe it's because the spirit stones and 100 precious fruits she put in these days have some effect. The blue and purple on Mr. Long's lips has faded a little, and the color of his tail has also brightened a little bit, just a little bit.
But at least it didn't look as scary as the first time she saw him, and it looked more like a living dragon.
It was night now, the lights were lit in the room, the warm lights and the dragon lying on the bed made her feel less lonely.
Mu Wanwan went to the bed and sat down, took out the list he had written down with pen and ink before, and said to Mr. Long on the bed, "If it goes well this time, the item will be sold for thirteen low-grade spirit stones, and then we will plan it out. The cost of the second seed is estimated to be only ten low-grade spirit stones."
Mu Wanwan calculated lowly, in fact, she didn't really want Mr. Long to know, she just didn't want to appear as lonely as running a family alone.
"It's the end of October now, and the weather is getting colder and colder, so I'll have to buy some winter clothes and warm stones." Mu Wanwan thought about it, and had a headache again, "It's not cheap..."
Mr. Long lay quietly on the bed and listened to her reading about tomorrow's plans and the things that were missing at home. He was not feeling well. His waking hours these days are still very short, and it is not bad to have more than half an hour of waking time a day. .
Under the dual effects of the spiritual power that Mu Wanwan fed him and his efforts, the third fragment of the original nucleus was finally connected, which relieved some pain and curses, and also allowed his right hand and wrist to be able to small-scale activities.
If he was given another half a month, maybe he would be able to open his eyes and see her with his own eyes.
And in less than half an hour and an hour every day, the one he saw her was either taking care of him or cultivating seeds. The only time to rest was when she went to bed at night.
If he could, he really didn't want her to suffer any more, but he was so incompetent that he couldn't do anything except lie in bed and accept her good surprise.
This feeling of powerlessness was even stronger than when he was hunted down as a child.
So strong that he sometimes even wants to wake up at any cost.
However, if he self-destructed his cultivation and gave up the original nucleus to wake up, it would be equivalent to giving up the possibility of further cultivation. It is also equivalent to becoming a truly crippled waste. Even if she really wakes up, I am afraid it is not a good thing for her.
He wants to recover quickly, and quickly have enough strength to take her away and protect her comprehensively.
Mr. Long thought, his heart was stuffy, as if being torn apart by guilt.
"Mr. Long, your face is so bad." Mu Wanwan thought about it for a long time, and was bald enough to give up, when she caught a glimpse of Mr. Long's evil and handsome face that was paler than usual, and she even saw his A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
Could it be that the condition is getting worse
Mu Wanwan thought of the miserable appearance of his vomiting blood last time, so he stood up, picked up the half-cut ginseng from one side, cut another small piece, and hurried to the bed, stretched out his hand and pinched his ginseng. jaw.
The slightly warm and soft fingers pressed Mr. Long's lips, letting him break away from the feeling of self-blame.
Before Mr. Long could react, he felt two soft fingers sandwich the familiar ginseng slices, and gently opened his slightly sharp teeth and sent them to his mouth.
It turned out that when he was in a coma, she fed him ginseng slices like this, not... that way...
The previous guess in his mind was completely denied, and Mr. Long felt a little uncomfortable, but he soon realized something, and his ears were a little hot again.
This time, it was actually just a little anxious, not as serious as before. But she looks very anxious, so she actually cares about him a lot, right
Mr. Long's heart beat a little faster quietly, and his soft tongue licked lightly in a conditioned reflex, just like his instinct to swallow porridge when he was in a coma.
The moist heat touched Mu Wanwan's fingertips, and one person and one dragon stiffened at the same time.
Mr. Long swears that he is really just a conditioned reflex, and is even a little afraid that his wife will dislike him and he doesn't dare to move at all, but his eyelashes are trembling and his ears are red.
Mu Wanwan was stiff for a second, the fingertips that he licked were a little hot, she quickly pulled out her fingers, and there were sparkles on them. Mu Wanwan went out silently and washed his hands, pretending that nothing happened.
In fact, she felt a little strange in her heart. It was impossible to say that she disliked it, but she didn't like it much. In short, it was very complicated. Anyway, when she changed Mr. Long's ginseng slices before, she would also touch his tongue and teeth, although Mr. Long didn't move before...
It should be a normal instinctive reaction, right
Mu Wanwan thought silently, after all, Mr. Long can also swallow instinctively, which is probably similar to that...
She was like being licked by a puppy!
Mu Wanwan gave himself a similar excuse, so he stopped thinking about it, helped Mr. Long wipe off a little blood from his lips, and counted what he was leaving for tomorrow, and was ready to sleep.
It was a certain dragon, who clearly had ginseng slices in his mouth, but he always thought of something else, and his cheeks were always hot.
It was only because he had been awake for a long time today, and soon he couldn't hold back and fainted again, fighting the curse in his body.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "If you don't really like it, who would want to be a licking dragon?"