He was obviously uncomfortable, and she still touched his forehead.
The icy-cold palm carried the chill of rain, and the moist touch lowered the temperature on the forehead, which made Mr. Long feel a lot more comfortable, but the delicate skin slowly slid across the forehead, but it brought a burst of warmth that he had never felt before. shivering touch.
Mr. Long's fingers hidden under the quilt clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white.
But soon, Mu Wanwan's cold hands were warmed by his forehead, losing the cooling effect.
Must have a fever.
Mu Wanwan was worried and glanced at Mr. Long—
Usually his normal state is with black and red lines on his face, but his complexion is still very pale, but today, in addition to the areas covered by the lines, his face is also red with the ears.
"Why do you have a fever?" Mu Wanwan couldn't think of anything else, so he hurriedly soaked the handkerchief with some water, wrung it dry, and put it on Mr. Long's forehead to cool him down.
After doing these actions, she was still uneasy and lifted the quilt to look at Mr. Yanlong's tail, it wasn't rotten.
Should be fine, right
Mu Wanwan frowned, still a little worried. She wanted to boil some water to take a bath, but now Mr. Long seems to have a fever, so she could only sit quietly beside the bed, thinking about the plan for the next few days, He stared at the door unconsciously.
However, Mr. Long gradually calmed down because of the cold handkerchief on his forehead, but the base of his ear was still a little hot. He cautiously poked out a trace of spiritual consciousness, and slowly spread out from the red blanket.
She should have changed her clothes by now, and he should be alright now that he has reached out to his consciousness, right
Mr. Long couldn't explain the feeling in his heart, and when his consciousness slowly stuck to Mu Wanwan's sleeve, he was a little disappointed and relieved.
Mu Wanwan sat for a while, then went to change the handkerchief on Mr. Long's forehead. Looking at it again, the red tide on his face had mostly subsided, and when he touched his forehead, it was not as hot as before.
This is
All right
so fast
Mu Wanwan still didn't dare to leave. After thinking for a while, he walked to the pots of Bixing grass placed in the window, picked a good-looking seedling, guided the spiritual power in his body, and his fingertips exuded lustrous light. The green light sent the wood-type spiritual energy into it without reservation. Soon, the green star grass gradually matured, and two green buds grew rapidly, holding the translucent fruit in the middle. , a little bit bigger.
This time, Mu Wanwan did not withdraw his spiritual power immediately after seeing the ripening of the Bixingcao fruit, but instead delivered half of the original power, and the fruit became more lustrous and beautiful.
When she felt a little dizzy, she stopped her hand, carefully picked the fruit, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Although she didn't know why Mr. Long had a brief fever, she guessed that it might be because he was too lacking in spiritual power, or his wound was hidden in a place she couldn't see.
The fruit of this green star grass uses 80% of her spiritual power, and the fruit it bears is much larger than the fruit of other green stars grass. Mu Wanwan even faintly feels that this fruit may have entered the second rank.
She washed the fruit and wiped off the water droplets on it before walking to the bed and pinching his chin lightly.
Mr. Long was a little surprised, and there was a vague guess in his heart. The next moment, he felt that the ginseng slices in his mouth were taken out by her, and replaced by cold and somewhat bitter juice.
Unlike the previous Baizhenguo, it was the fruit of Bixingcao that Mu Wanwan had just spent most of her spiritual energy cultivating.
Holding it in the translucent peel, as long as you poke a small hole, the pulp inside will flow out like water. Mr. Long was forced to swallow the juice, only to feel that the fruit of this Bixingcao contained a lot of spiritual power and essence. There was even a trace of peculiar energy. As soon as it entered his body, it rushed towards the huge curse, as if it was about to perish with the curse of the abyss monster, dispelling a trace of the curse.
Mr. Long was surprised, his eyelashes trembled, and he had a new understanding of this lady who was coming to the wedding.
She doesn't seem to be that lowly talented.
Unconsciously, he moved up slowly and stayed on Mu Wanwan's face.
His wife is not the kind of beauty with a peerless appearance at first glance, but she has a pair of clear and beautiful black eyes, a pink mouth, thin cheeks, a round nose, and half-wet hair hanging on the side of her face. At the moment, she is bowing her head, feeding him the fruit seriously, with a focused expression, as quiet as an ink painting.
Mr. Long's heart was hot, and he felt her fingertips wipe the juice from his lips, enjoying her meticulous care. He only felt an unprecedented calm. He withdrew his consciousness and began to absorb energy with peace of mind to heal the wounds in his body.
He wants to get well quickly and take her out of this place full of hypocrisy and danger.
Now Ao Qin doesn't kill him, one reason is for face, and the most important reason is because of the treasures in the forbidden area of the dragon clan.
The dragon family has been inherited for thousands of years, and the treasures in the forbidden land of the mansion are only the tip of the iceberg. In the past million years, fewer and fewer people have ascended, and the treasures left by the predecessors who have ascended are very precious.
But these treasures are all scattered in various forbidden areas, with the eighth-order magic circle blocking the periphery, and the core treasures are locked with the tenth-order magic circle. As long as the dragons who reach the third-order strength or above can freely enter the periphery of the forbidden area, only every leader in the core area is qualified to open.
Although Ao Qin has taken over all the power in his hands now, he does not have his horns, and a dragon who cannot cut off the horns of the previous leader is not qualified to become the new leader.
If he dies and no new leader is born, according to the previous agreement, the forbidden area will open all enchantments, and then the entire dragon family will lose the greatest treasure.
So Mr. Long knew that he still had some time, but he didn't know how long it would be.
Although he was seriously injured in the last battle, those people did not take advantage of it, and the leader of the demon clan was almost bitten in half by him, and he should be in retreat now.
Mr. Long hopes that his recovery time will be slower and slower.
Because once Ao Qin and the demon clan reached an agreement, got his horn, and obtained the approval of the forbidden area, then he would lose his last resort.
Madam will also be dragged to death because of marrying him, a disabled person.
He would never allow such a thing.
He made a mistake and suffered a tragic defeat, and even if he lost his life, he would not regret it.
However, she doesn't know anything yet.
Not knowing that he was awake, not knowing his dark and bloody past, not knowing the heavy shackles on his body, or how dangerous it was to marry his own self.
Mr. Long suddenly squeezed his fingers, his knuckles turning white.
How unlucky she is to meet herself.
How ruthless he was to think that her marrying him was the luckiest thing in his life.
- Mu Wanwan doesn't know anything about the complexity and guilt in Mr. Long's heart.
She finished feeding the dragon steadily, and then touched his forehead, and found that it was not as hot as before, so she put down her heart and shivered coldly.
The temperature is not high and the wind is strong today. She was also in the rain, and because she was worried that Mr. Long didn't take a shower in time, she felt that she was shaking a little from the cold.
And I didn't eat at noon, and now I'm starving.
Mu Wanwan rubbed his arms, took out the Qiankun bag and stuffed it under the pillow, while he went to the side hall with his clothes and umbrella.
She has to burn some hot water to take a bath, or she will catch a cold.
The kitchen and the bathing house are separate. Mu Wanwan started to have a bit of a back and she didn't buy a new umbrella because she was stingy. Although her broken umbrella can cover the light and medium rain, it really can't cover the heavy rain like today. of.
When she boiled water to take a bath and returned to her room, her new clothes were half wet.
Mu Wanwan changed another set. Looking at the dirty clothes in the basin, her heart was a little stuffed. The rain was so heavy, she didn't know when it would stop. She probably wouldn't be able to dry her clothes after washing them. If she hadn't bought them this time, If you don't have enough clothes, I'm afraid there won't be enough to change.
Mu Wanwan thought of what he had bought, and regained some energy, took out the Qiankun bag under the pillow, and began to take it out the same.
The universe that Uncle Zong gave her is actually not big. The interior space is only about two meters long, wide and high, but to Mu Wanwan, it is the most valuable thing on her body now. You know, even this kind of The storage space is very small, and storage bags that do not have any heat preservation and preservation functions require a lot of low-quality spirit stones in the market, and they can only be exchanged with spirit stones.
Such a Qiankun bag, even when the shepherd's family was still prosperous, the shepherd's father did not buy it for Bai Shuiyao.
Uncle Zong gave it to her directly and generously. It is estimated that he really wants to continue to cooperate with himself.
Mu Wanwan is not stupid. After this market, based on Uncle Zong's reaction and her previous high success rate in cultivating seeds, you can guess one or two. The original body has also cultivated some plants before, but the effect is not as good as her. The cultivation is good, so it may be that after she wears the book, the changes in her soul have caused some changes in the spiritual power in her body.
And it's a good change.
Mu Wanwan has a smile in her eyes, so she still has golden fingers! Otherwise, she started with a disabled dragon, and she didn't get a golden finger in the follow-up. She simply packed up and took Mr. Long to jump into the river together...
However, if a dragon is to jump into a river, he will not die.
Mu Wanwan didn't know how to get his thinking on this, shook his head and wanted to quickly organize his things, get something to eat and take a nap.
The method of using the Qiankun bag is also very simple. At that time, at Uncle Zong's place, she followed Uncle Zong's instructions and printed a trace of her spiritual power on it, and it only took a small amount of spiritual power to use it.
First, the largest quilt and clothes, Mu Wanwan took them out and put them in the cabinet, and then the rice noodles she ate and the bones and meat she bought for a lot of silver coins were placed in the back basket together with egg meringues.
She also bought two pairs of shoes. Her shoes were all wet, and the shoes were not expensive. Two pairs only cost three silver coins, which is equivalent to fifteen yuan a pair. In general, it is not a good shoe, and the top is bare and there is no pattern at all.
In addition to these things, Mu Wanwan also bought some lamp oil and wicks. Although her daily spiritual power is enough to cultivate seeds, she still decides to do some needlework at night. Some households, and she wants to use some spiritual stones herself, only when her spiritual power is improved, can there be more wood-based spiritual power to cultivate seeds.
In the past, she didn't know that her spiritual power was special, but now that she knew it, improving herself was also a necessary part of raising a dragon. If she can't make money, then Mr. Long's spirit stone will be even more hopeless.
Mu Wanwan took out the most important and most valuable pocket, which contained all the property of the two of them, one middle-grade spirit stone, four low-grade spirit stones, three silver coins and five copper plates.
The silver coins and copper plates were prepared for the entry fee. She decided to keep one low-grade spirit stone for herself, and the middle-grade spirit stone and the remaining three were reserved for Mr. Long.
After making up his mind, Mu Wanwan took out all the spirit stones.
There is still a big difference between the middle-grade spirit stone and the low-grade spirit stone. Not to mention the size is bigger, and it is more transparent. Mu Wanwan holds the middle-grade spirit stone full of spiritual power and shines it through the window. The light looked at it, and felt that this spirit stone was reflecting a splendid luster from beginning to end.
In the original body's memory, the highest-grade spirit stone that I have seen is the top-grade spirit stone, which is a kind of spirit stone that looks better in terms of appearance and color. Mu Wanwan secretly guessed that the top-quality spirit stones were presumably better-looking, bigger, and more valuable than diamonds.
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and felt that because of the existence of the mid-grade spirit stone, the air seemed to be filled with rich spiritual energy.
She put a few spirit stones in Mr. Long's ear and said softly, "Mr. Long, am I very good? I've earned a lot of spirit stones this time."
Mu Wanwan laughed when she finished speaking, she would actually ask for merit with an unconscious dragon.
After cleaning up some sundries, she put the two bags of seeds and the spiritual soil sent by Uncle Zong on the table, and dried the needles and pieces of cloth used for embroidery that had been wet before, ready to wake up after waking up. Cultivate spiritual plants.
I don't know if she's hungry, but she doesn't really want to eat now. Mu Wanwan only felt dizzy and cold. He was a little hungry at first, but now he doesn't want to eat anything.
She was a little worried about whether she had caught a cold because of the rain, but she felt that her body was much better now than before. Bixingcao fruit.
After puncturing the peel, Mu Wanwan ate a small piece of fruit like he was sucking juice.
It turned out to be a bit painful.
Mu Wanwan thought about it, and felt a little more comfortable in his stomach, but his head was still a little dizzy.
Will you sleep well? She made the bed, closed the door, and took her first nap since wearing a book.
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Mu Wanwan fell into a dark sleep, and Mr. Long was also working hard to recover. Compared with their peacefulness, Ao Qin, who occupied almost the entire mansion and forbidden area, was very restless.
"Waste!" In the quiet hall, there was only Ao Qin's angry voice scolding the dragon. His powerful sixth-order coercion spread, and the rest of the dragons in the hall, who were scolded by him, had to lower them because of the difference in strength. Proud head.
"Sir, the leader of the demon clan is seriously injured, and the price of the leader of the witch clan is too high, we are not suitable now..." Before an older black dragon could finish speaking, Ao Qin slapped him on the wall with a slap, clutching his chest and kneeling On the ground, an old face twitched, silently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stopped talking.
Ao Qin irritably turned around in the hall twice, Junxiu's face lost the indifference and arrogance that Mu Wanwan had when he first met in the ancestral hall, but a hint of crazy jealousy, and even the dragon horn on his forehead was pressed. Unbearably looming.
The reason for his irritability is very simple. He has spent so much time and effort to win over other dragons bit by bit, and finally waited until the emperor himself was seriously injured and was about to die.
In the end, when he accepted all the power of the tyrant and was about to enter the forbidden area to search for treasures, he found out that he was not qualified.
And he just got the news that the useless old monster of the demon tribe was attacked by the leader of the witch tribe after the battle, and one of the damned dragon's horns was in the hands of the leader of the witch tribe.
Now the demon clan feels that they have suffered a great loss, and the witch clan also wants to gain benefits. They all stare at him one by one, and even want to get half of the treasures in the forbidden area, which is shameless.
Those treasures should have belonged to him alone, Ao Qin.
Ao Qin took a deep breath, suffered a loss from the demon clan and the witch clan, and felt a fire in his heart, but he forced himself to calm down and asked, "Uncle Li, what happened to this group of juniors who have entered the forbidden area to warm up? Like?"
"My lord, among the ten dragon races under fifty who entered the forbidden area this time, three of them have broken through to the fourth rank, and they are all from the Qinglong race." Qinglong, who was called Uncle Li, said proudly, "Although the remaining seven did not break through. , but the spiritual energy in the body is much purer.”
"Yeah." Ao Qin nodded, and was satisfied after hearing the news. The talent of the younger generation in the clan was considered acceptable. When he was fifty years old, he was only at the peak of the fourth-order, and the next few decades were difficult. Break through the sixth order.
Uncle Li had a smile on his face, but the faces of the other dragons were not very good-looking.
Since Ao Qin took over the territory, he has held the right to use the forbidden land in the mansion. Originally, according to the rules, it could only be opened once every ten years for ten people to enter the fairy pond for warming and transforming. Ao Qin not only opened it two years earlier, but also gave five places to the Qinglong family, because the Qinglong family had many descendants.
But he has many descendants. The Azure Dragon Clan has more people than the Purple Dragon Clan, Black Dragon Clan, White Dragon Clan, and Golden Dragon Clan, but so far there are only a few thousand people, so why do they occupy five places.
It's just these thoughts that they only dare to say in their hearts. Now the dragon clan is no longer the dragon clan that dominated the entire continent and the abyss in the past. Although they now have the largest territory in the entire continent, they have very few descendants, and they don't know if they are harvested. What kind of curse, the dragons above the seventh rank, there are only two people, Ao Bing, who died of weakness, and Junshang, who is now in a coma.
And Jun Shang was an orphan dragon before, and many dragons bullied him before he took power, so basically no dragon stood on Jun Shang's side. This time he was seriously injured. Although he was cursed by the abyss monster and lost his tail and dragon horns, he might recover by devoting all the treasures. But unfortunately, he usually kills decisively and does not give any dragon sweetness, so there is no dragon to support him.
When he was injured, Ao Qin immediately relied on himself to be the strongest among the younger generation, with the support of five elders of the Qinglong clan above the sixth rank, and directly stuffed him with Mrs. Chongxi, what kind of elixir and fruit? , all broken, and joined the very ambitious Qinglong clan to cover the sky with one hand.
Their other dragons only felt that the interests of their own clan were threatened, and they didn't really care about what happened to the king.
Oh, I still care, as long as you don't die before you get his dragon horn.
But their strength is not as good as others, and they can't beat them. They have no one's heart for conspiracy, and they don't want to pay the price for rescuing the king who may be disabled for a lifetime. In addition, the remaining clans add up to no one in the Qinglong clan. If there are too many, naturally you can only choose to surrender.
It's not that they don't know that Aoqin is careful. As long as his own clan benefits, he doesn't care what other clan thinks. "Is there anything else in the territory recently?"
The close minister of the White Dragon Clan is a dragon who looks like a teenager. Hearing the words, he respectfully said, "Sir, the territory has been very calm recently. The dwarves and the orcs are very peaceful, and there is no trouble. It's the human race, because..."
He paused for a while and continued, "Because the emperor was seriously injured before, many county officials who were originally accepted by the emperor were assassinated, and the human race fell into a certain turmoil."
Ao Qin nodded and sneered, "Needless to say about the human race, Uncle Li, when the time comes, you can take a few juniors from the clan and go to a few counties to take a look, suppress it, and don't make a big fuss. "
"There are only ants on the left and right, and many die and many will multiply, so it's not worth caring about." Ao Qin instructed.
"Okay, you all step back." Ao Qin waved his hand, several close officials looked at each other, and left at his order.
After leaving the hall, Uncle Li showed a professional smirk at the other four close officials, and said with disdain, "Everyone, your lord told me to go to work, I will go first."
Several other people smiled in return, and waved friendly as Uncle Li left.
After Uncle Li left, the four looked at each other tacitly, got up and called their spiritual clouds, and quickly flew away from the tyrant's mansion.
A moment later, in the VIP room of a Bishui Building about thirty or forty kilometers away from the Tyrant's Mansion, two close officials of the White Dragon and Golden Dragons gathered together again.
Bishui Building is one of the most famous restaurants under the Jinjiang Auction House, and it is also the restaurant with the most complete privacy protection for guests. The strong spy, otherwise no one will be able to hear the conversation between them.
"Bai Huan, what do you think of Ao Qin?" Jin Yan propped his chin up and looked up at the young man in front of him.
Bai Huan glanced at him helplessly, "You sent me a voice transmission when you left, just to discuss the right and wrong of Lord Ao Qin with me?"
Jin Yan smiled, "Don't you feel uncomfortable looking at him?"
Bai Huan took a bite of the dish, "I think it's okay."
Jin Yan was choked by him, knowing that their White Dragon Clan was only a hundred or so people, and didn't care about these places, one place was enough for them. He didn't continue to talk about this topic, he just said, "Let's have some fun before we get down to business. Do you still remember Mrs. Chongxi, the trash dragon now?"
Bai Huan raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "You mean that Chongxi prop? She's just a first-order cultivator, and her father is Mu Shan, right?"
Jin Yan nodded with a smile on his face, "It's her."
"My subordinate told me that she went to the elf market under my name twice recently, and this time there were still many men's clothes." Jin Yan said, "That woman is really interesting, she is really relieved and ready to take care of that waste. ?"
Bai Huan also showed a faint smile, because there are not many Jinlong and White Dragons, he grew up with Jinyan when they were young. When they were still very weak, the arrogance of being a dragon made them look down on orphans The hybrid dragon, he used to bully that waste a lot.
Who knew that Feng Shui took turns, and when they were still at the fourth rank, the waste dragon had already broken through the seventh rank and became the leader. Originally, they were very uneasy and meant that the waste dragon would retaliate against them. In fact, he did retaliate. Their tails were bitten by the waste dragon, and they were missing a large piece. It has not been completed after so many years.
The two usually don't get along very well, but they have a very tacit understanding when it comes to attacking and laughing at Mr. Long.
"And then, are you going to make that woman unable to live?" Bai Huan was in a better mood and took a sip of wine.
Jin Yan waved his hand, "Am I the kind of dragon who bullies women?"
Hearing his words, Bai Huan laughed, "Aren't you?"
Jin Yan showed a ruffian smile, "It's impossible to kill her."
Bai Huan narrowed his eyes, thought of something, and said, "I have an idea, do you want to listen?"
Jin Yan came to the nature, "What?"
"I saw the soul lamp tablet of the hybrid dragon in the forbidden area. Although it is dim, it will occasionally light up, which means that the consciousness will be restored occasionally, but the first-order monk is actually stronger than the mortal, and he has no spiritual consciousness. Certainly not aware of it."
"Didn't you say she bought clothes for that trash?" Bai Huan hooked her lips, "That means she is actually pretty good to that trash, so the bastard dragon probably knows it. You say, if you arrange a dream Wouldn't it be interesting to see how he killed people before, giving the woman a hint from the Demon Race to let her enter the dream of a hybrid dragon?"
Jin Yan said, "You might as well just hypnotize the person and let her abuse that trash dragon."
Bai Huan shook his head, "It's boring like this, it will only make him feel uncomfortable if he knows."
Jin Yan frowned, and nodded half aloud, "It seems so."
"He now estimates that his strength is less than 10% of what he used to be, and he wasted it with Dream Demon." Jin Yan smiled, "Just use the third-order hallucinogenic grass of the elf tribe."
"Yes." Bai Huan also smiled, but the handsome young man smiled a little bit evilly, "And to use the dream demon, you also need to know the name of the hybrid dragon. Do you know his name?"
Jin Yan was stopped by the question and touched his chin, "You said that, I really don't seem to know his name."
When he was a child, they called him the bastard dragon. Later, when he became the leader, they called him the king, and secretly called him the tyrant. Now that people are abandoned, they call him the trash dragon. The question of what the name of the king is really a problem.
"Don't think about it, you're looking for me just to make a prank on the waste dragon?" Bai Huan changed the topic. The current despicable tyrants are just their entertainment. Besides, they can't really do anything to people. After all He still needs to be alive now.
Jin Yan did not continue to struggle with this issue, and began to talk about business with Bai Huan.
Half an hour later, two overlord-level distinguished guests were missing from the VIP room in the Bishui Building, and no one knew what they said today.
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Mu Wanwan didn't know that two bad dragons who had bullied Mr. Long before were planning to bully him again, but felt that she had slept very, very deeply. When she woke up again, it was already dark outside. The rain hasn't stopped, but it's falling a little bit.
Mu Wanwan felt uncomfortable, not only had a sore throat, but also had a cold sweat on her forehead, and her hands and feet were numb. She thought she might have a cold. Thinking that there were still a lot of things to do at home, Mr. Long also I was hungry with her for a day, so I stopped lying on the bed and got up to make dinner with the chill.
In the evening, she cooked a green vegetable for herself and cooked a bowl of sweet porridge for Mr. Long. After dinner, she didn't feel much better because she ate dinner, but her head became hotter and hotter.
Mu Wanwan prayed that she would not have a fever while washing the dishes. If she fell ill and had a fever, the consequences would not be as simple as she was alone, and maybe Mr. Long would also have a rotten tail again because of the loss of the spirit stone.
She just cut her finger before, and it hurt so much when she saw a little blood. His tail rotted again and again, how painful was it
Mu Wanwan supported the discomfort and cultivated two green star grass seeds. It was really uncomfortable, so he lay back on the bed.
She felt that she might have been too tired and had been exposed to the rain recently, so she felt unwell all of a sudden. She thought she should be fine after a night's rest, but when she woke up the next day, she was even more ill.
How did she know that she was not just a simple cold and fever this time, but a manifestation of her body reaching its limit.
Before she came through, the original owner had already reached the limit due to a series of blows, most of his soul had collapsed, and death would be sooner or later. After she wore it, although her soul was stable, her physical fatigue did not go away too much. In addition, she was always worried about life, and the injuries she suffered from Ao Qin before were not fully healed, so she began to cultivate spiritual power every day for money. Plants, the body has already reached the brink of collapse.
This time it just broke out because it was raining and freezing for a long time.
If she hadn't eaten the Bixingcao fruit, it might be impossible for her to have a weak consciousness now.
Mu Wanwan was hot all over, but she felt very cold. She forced her eyes to open, raised her weak arm and touched her forehead, it was very hot.
But she felt so cold, mist formed in her eyes, she moved towards Mr. Long's side subconsciously, and it was not until she was about to get close to his bed that she felt more at ease.
"Mr. Long, I'm so cold."
It is said that people who are sick are more vulnerable than ordinary people, and Mu Wanwan is the same. Even her illness this time is not only a headache, but more like her body is exhausted to the limit.
"Mr. Long, I want to drink water."
Mu Wanwan knew that it was useless to call him, but he still called him a few times in a low voice for some reason, until fatigue hit her and she fell asleep again.
So when Mr. Long had suppressed the curse in his body and recovered his consciousness after connecting the meridians of his right arm in the evening of the second day, Mu Wanwan was still lying on the bed, motionless.
Mr. Long was a little surprised that his spiritual consciousness didn't touch the energetic Mu Wanwan that was jumping up and down like before, but soon, his surprise was replaced by worry.
She was not the same as usual, her face was pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she was curled up to one side, as if it was cold.
Mr. Long's heart suddenly twitched, and she was sick.
"Cold." Mu Wanwan felt that he was hot and cold, and his whole body was very uncomfortable. His headache was about to explode. He just gritted his teeth and was confused, not knowing where he was or what he was talking about.
cold
Is she cold
Mr. Long felt uncomfortable, his consciousness brushed her cheeks with pity, her lips were already pale, and her brows were tightly wrinkled, perhaps because of the pain, her eyelashes kept trembling, one by one, as if they were invisible and sharp. The knife stabbed him a little bit.
If it wasn't for taking care of him, she wouldn't have worked so hard.
He has to do something.
Feeling guilty in his heart, Mr. Long stretched out his right arm, which he had just moved, and with the help of his divine sense, his long arm broke out of his quilt and got into her quilt.
A piece of ice cold.
Mr. Long slowly grabbed her hand. It was different from the soft feeling before. Her palm was full of sweat, wet and cold. Compared with her hand, her body temperature was so high.
Moreover, I heard that dragon blood is very nourishing, maybe he can drink a little of his blood
Although he is a cursed dragon, the blood in his heart is still pure.
Some ideas gradually came to mind, but Mr. Long hesitated for a while.
He can control the concentration of the blood in his heart, and only give her a drink, so that she won't notice it, but if she wants to keep warm, will she be willing
Although she married him and is his wife, she may not be willing.
If she really pulled someone into her bed to warm her, maybe, when she woke up, she would cry.
After all, he is ugly and disabled now.
In fact, Mr. Long has always been very inferior. He knows that Mu Wanwan's kindness to him may only be a kind of sympathy, but even so, he can't stop her from entering his heart little by little.
He was like a humble monster in a dark alley. He only saw a glimmer of light, and he couldn't wait to take her as his own and branded her his own.
However, he was afraid of her crying, afraid that she would not accept it when she was cured.
Although they had slept in the same bed together before, she made her own decision at that time, and he wouldn't think about using her body temperature to keep her warm.
But now it's different...
Mr. Long felt that he was holding her hand, and it was like a fallen dragon. As long as people were gently pulled over, they would have a skin-to-skin relationship.
In his own heart, he really wanted to do this, and even his blood boiled for shame.