The night in late autumn is very cold, and the room without a trace of light is dark and quiet.
The sound of the heartbeat was very clear, Mr. Long could clearly feel the breath she sprayed on his chest, but his heart gradually calmed down.
Because Mrs. contains a trace of the Bixingcao fruit with special spiritual power and the intermittent supplementation of spiritual power during this period, Mr. Long has successfully connected the three fragmented pronuclei, and the power cycle in the body has resisted part of the curse.
If the abyss monsters hadn't suddenly attacked when his original nucleus was broken, maybe he wouldn't have fallen into such a miserable situation now.
However, maybe this defeat was a lucky thing.
Spiritual consciousness swept over the spirit stone placed in his ear, and then gently brushed over Mu Wanwan's cheek, dissipating in the air.
Mr. Long withdrew his consciousness and began to look at the curse in his body.
The most vicious curse spread all the way from his rotten tail to all the limbs and bones, binding his meridians, the entire dragon from the bones to the skin, except for a small clean area around the pronuclear fragments, there is only blood from the heart. , still pure.
For a dragon, the inverse scale is the bottom line, the horn is the dignity, the tail is the weapon of battle, the pronucleus is the place to store energy, and the blood of the heart is the cohesion of talent and life.
Taking the blood of the dragon's heart, it can be refined into a precious elixir that prolongs life, and it can also be used as a medicinal guide to cultivate the most powerful puppet warriors of the Wu clan. Dragon's flesh is also very nourishing. Although blood from other places is not as useful as blood from the heart, it is also a good material for refining medicine.
As an orphaned dragon who could not be transformed into perfect form since he was a child, and had no one to protect, Mr. Long had met so many people who wanted to kill him and get blood in the past few decades, so many that he could not remember.
But none of those people have ever succeeded.
Now, he is willing to endure the pain in his heart.
Only now, he needs a little power that can temporarily suppress the curse.
The spirit stone that Mrs. brought back this time can temporarily suppress the curse for a few minutes, at the cost of being in a coma for a week.
Without any hesitation, Mr. Long calmly made a decision. In the next instant, the middle-grade spirit stone that Mu Wanwan had placed beside his pillow quickly shriveled away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and together with the two surrounding low-grade spirit stones The stone also turned into a dense spiritual force and got into his body.
After half a moment, Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the black and red lines on his cheeks seemed to be alive, with a ferocious red glow, and Mr. Long's expression on the lining was a little scary.
He wanted her to see the best of him, and he wanted her to see the human form.
The scales began to show signs of cracking, and the dragon's tail began to shake unnaturally. Mr. Long's entire dragon began to emit a faint golden light, which was very dazzling at night, making Mu Wanwan, who was in a drowsiness, very uncomfortable.
She struggled uncomfortably and moved twice, trying to make her pillow more honest, but before she could protest, she felt her legs bent and shoulders sinking, and something was pressing on the bed.
Mu Wanwan opened her eyes slightly in dissatisfaction, but what she saw was a pair of bright golden pupils, like two lights in the dark night, embedded in the narrow eye sockets, staring straight at her.
Mr. Long opened her honey-like thick phoenix eyes, but she did not expect that she would suddenly open her eyes, and her long and curled eyelashes trembled shyly.
His long black hair was draped behind him, with two strands hanging by his ears, the bridge of his nose was high, his thin lips were pursed embarrassingly, and the tips of his ears were a little red.
He could finally see her with his own eyes, albeit only for a few minutes.
Mr. Long looked at her seriously, from her forehead wet with cold sweat, all the way greedily across her eyelids, nose tip, and stopped on Mu Wanwan's somewhat chapped lips.
He even couldn't help but want to kiss him, just like he had imagined in his mind.
But Mr. Long, who has good night vision ability, didn't have time to take action when he saw Mu Wanwan had an uncomfortable expression as soon as he saw him. with tears.
Is it
Did he make her cry
Mr. Long was a little sluggish all of a sudden, and with aggrieved expression in his heart, he slowly changed his bright golden pupils back to normal black, and stopped his childish screen-opening behavior.
But although he changed back, Mu Wanwan's tears could not be stopped.
Where did she cry ugly by Mr. Long, she didn't see Mr. Long clearly at all.
His eyes were so bright, and Mu Wanwan was only a first-order cultivator. She had been in the dark for a long time, and when she saw such bright eyes, physiological tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes. It hurt again, and the tears couldn't stop all of a sudden.
Moreover, although Mr. Long was awake, in the eyes of Mu Wanwan, who was delirious, it was just that the pillow in her dream suddenly turned into a badass. Not only did it not keep her warm, but it also pressed her down, making her very uncomfortable.
Mr. Long was stiff, and Mr. Long was injured.
He knew that the behaviors of teasing dragons that he had seen secretly in the dark alleys were all deceiving dragons, saying that the purer the color of the pupils, the better the bloodline talent, and there would be many dragons willing to lay eggs for him. It's all fake.
Well now, he rarely wakes up once, not only did he not impress his wife, but he also didn't deceive the wife with his handsome face before he was said to have been cursed. Instead, he made her cry.
Mr. Long felt bitter in his heart, seeing the tears rolling down the corners of her eyes like beads, he was at a loss.
"Good." The fingertips gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Mr. Long hoarse his voice, which he had not spoken for for a long time, and made a voice that was almost whispering.
However, Mu Wanwan couldn't hear it.
She opened her eyes uncomfortable and closed them.
Mr. Long: "..."
There was a low smile in the dark night, more like a helpless sigh.
His rough fingers pressed against her soft lips, his cheeks burning as he thought about what was going to happen next.
He wants to feed her the blood from her heart, it's not like taking advantage of it... right...
But before falling unconscious, he wanted to look at her a few more times.
Mr. Long stared greedily at her weak face in the dark night, watching it over and over again, until there were less than two minutes left, Mr. Long slowly retracted his gaze and closed his eyes gently.
In the next moment, his cheeks suddenly turned pale, and the black and red curse lines that had been suppressed and failed to emerge suddenly appeared, and even the little secrets that he had been reluctant to let people discover were also exposed.
But Mr. Long didn't know how miserable and embarrassed he looked at the moment.
He seriously plucked out half a drop of blood from his heart, escorted him all the way with his spiritual power, put it on the tip of his tongue, and slowly leaned down, not daring to open his eyes, he just followed the feeling and came to Mu Wanwan's lips.
Smell the breath.
He still didn't have the ability to kiss her, he just squeezed her chin lightly, dragged the half drop of blood with the few spiritual powers, and sent it to Mu Wanwan's mouth.
Mr. Long's face was pale, but his ears were very red, and he even felt a little dizzy and erratic, which was more exciting than the sixth-order elixir he had used before.
The curse in the body gradually began to fight back, and even with the loss of heart and blood, Mr. Long's face was ugly, he forced himself to lie back, and almost the moment he returned to the previous posture, his straight and slender legs immediately turned into a long one. The somewhat rotten dragon tail.
The carefully hidden broken horns also emerged, and even next to the pair of broken horns, a pair of fluffy white ears were born.
Although it hurts a lot, but still full of sweetness, Mr. Long, who feels that he has finally paid a little bit for his wife, has no idea at all. Since he became an adult, he has never exposed it in front of others. Even after being seriously injured and unconscious, he has been suppressing the secret. So exposed.
After all, he never lost heart blood and didn't know there would be such a side effect (￣︶￣)
Mr. Long was too weak and fell into a coma, and the situation in Wanwan was not much better.
Her body was originally only the first-order early stage of cultivation, and she had been overdrawn in spiritual power during this time, but she was not cursed, and could slowly absorb some spiritual power supplements from the heaven and the earth.
But the middle stage of the first order is only a little stronger than the mortals, and it is still a long way from absorbing the half drop of the seventh-order blood of Mr. Long.
Although Mr. Long has already eliminated his own attributes, and even forcibly deprived most of his energy, so that the half drop of dragon blood has no violent energy, it still leaves Mu Wanwan a little empty.
When only a little bit.
After she swallowed half of his blood, not only did Mu Wanwan not get better as quickly as Mr. Long expected, but he fell into a long period of pain. It was originally just a headache, and now everything from toe to hair is gone. It hurts _(:з」∠)_
It's not the kind of pain from being crushed, but the kind of throbbing pain from the inside out, especially the dantian. The original stored spiritual power is only a thin air mass at most. Even along the thin meridians, all the way to open up the territory, first open the meridians that are not tough enough, and then use the powerful repairing effect to rejoin the broken meridians.
It seems that she has been completely transformed. If the monks in the cultivation world see this scene, they will definitely be very envious.
After all, the strength of the first-order is equivalent to the level of qi training, and when you reach the second-order, you can stand at the same level as the monks in the foundation-building stage. And the price of a Foundation Establishment Pill is often higher than five high-grade spirit stones. The chances of successfully transforming and building a foundation are only one or two percent, and most mortals who are in their twenties and are only in the qi refining stage have no hope of building a foundation in this life.
The lifespan is only a hundred years, and it is only stronger than ordinary people.
As for Mu Wanwan, the original body had no talent, and this body was already twenty years old. According to common sense, she may not be able to break through in this life.
But her soul is somewhat special, which has led to changes in spiritual power, greatly improving her success rate in cultivating plants, and even cultivating a quality that is much higher than that of people of the same class. But this does not mean that she can go very far on the road of cultivation.
Just like this time, just being overworked and overdrafting her spiritual power almost killed her.
In her situation, even if she had the money to buy a foundation pill, she might not be able to successfully break through the shackles.
This half drop of Mr. Long's blood is like a bug.
This drop of blood is many times better than those Foundation Establishment Pills that contain impurities with a low success rate and are expensive to die. It directly raised Mu Wanwan, who only had the strength of the first-order mid-stage, to the second-order mid-stage.
And there are no side effects.
Oh, can't say the same, there are still side effects.
That is, the process of transformation is very painful qwq
Since the half drop of blood entered his stomach, Mu Wanwan felt like he was tortured. He was put on the knife and rolled over and over again, and he couldn't even scream in pain.
If anyone sees it, they will find that a hazy blood-colored haze has been pervading her body. As time goes by, the haze gradually fades. When the haze completely dissipates, Mu Wanwan This transformation of suffering is over.
It lasted for more than 30 hours from when she couldn't stand and fell to the end of her transformation.
…
When Mu Wanwan regained consciousness again, the sky was bright outside, and she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed.
She felt that she was sticky all over, but her body was not as uncomfortable as before, but her limbs were a little sore, and there was an unpleasant odor lingering on the tip of her nose. Before Mu Wanwan recovered, her memory began to recover a little—
She remembered that she went to the market before, and then accidentally got caught in the rain. Mr. Long had a fever again. She fed the dragon and fell asleep when she was not feeling well. The next day, it was even more uncomfortable, and it has been burning until now
Mu Wanwan shook his head, always feeling that something was not right.
Do you feel suddenly full of energy after a fever? She didn't seem to be so alive after waking up from a sickness before, and she noticed it just now, what kind of smell is this in the room, it really stinks and stinks!
Mu Wanwan wanted to open her eyes, but she felt like something was stuck on her eyelids. She wanted to reach out and wipe it off, but as soon as she squeezed her hands, she felt the same sticky feeling on her hands, and she felt a little sick. He raised his hand, but in the next instant, he accidentally hit someone's arm.
wait, arms
How could there be someone else's arm in her bed
Mu Wanwan came to his senses all of a sudden, returned rationally, and didn't care about anything else, he hurriedly put his hand out of the quilt, endured the smell and reached out to wipe off the sticky dirt on his eyelids, and finally opened his eyes, Seeing the current situation -
Seeing this, Mu Wanwan almost didn't shut up.
She closed her eyes in disbelief, recited in her mind that she must be opening her eyes in the wrong way, and then opened them with anticipation.
Mr. Long's evil and pale face, which was very close to her, was telling her:
No, you read that right.
Mu Wanwan was silent for a moment, then collapsed a bit.
Who can tell her, ah, why is Mr. Long so close to her, she can touch his arm as soon as she reaches out, and touch his tail with a jio move! !
The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "My daughter-in-law is crying because I'm ugly, I'm so uncomfortable qaq"
Mu Wanwan: ""