Mu Wanwan wanted to touch it, but when she stretched out her hand, her fingers were all sticky and dirty, in stark contrast to Mr. Long's fluffy white ears, and she really didn't feel embarrassed to touch it.
Resisting the thought of wanting to rub the dragon, Mu Wanwan's heart was itching, but she still withdrew her hand resentfully.
As soon as she calmed down, the smell in the room was unbearable for her.
Mu Wanwan got up, only to feel that with her movements, the dirt formed on her body was wrinkled together, she couldn't stand it and quickly got off the bed.
Standing on the ground, she first moved her unsoiled quilt to one side, and then lifted Mr. Long's bed—
As soon as it was opened, an indescribable smell came out. Although his body was already dirty, Mu Wanwan was almost suffocated by the smell.
After she coughed a few times to relieve her breath, she could see that the quilt and mattress were scattered with dirt, and even Mr. Long had some on his body.
Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, and quickly took down the dirty quilt, opened the window to let in the air, and hurriedly took the clean clothes and ran to boil water to take a bath.
When the water boiled, Mu Wanwan rubbed his arms as soon as he got into the water. The pail of water that had been clear immediately turned semi-black, and the dirt like dead skin was constantly being rubbed off his skin.
After she briefly washed it, the whole bucket of water had turned black. Mu Wanwan looked at the bucket of water and was a little silent—
She didn't even know that she, who often bathes and washes her hair, has so many dirty things in her body.
Touching his cheeks, which had become slippery due to psychological effects, Mu Wanwan poured another bucket of clean water and rubbed himself clean from the inside out.
Mu Wanwan tried to wash the underwear she was wearing inside, but after rubbing for a long time, she couldn't clean a single sleeve, so she gave up. Fortunately, she had bought some extra clothes at the market before, otherwise She's afraid she'll run out of clothes.
After all, they were poor, so she only had two sets of lingerie that were a little whitish.
After taking a bath, Mu Wanwan cooked some spiritual rice porridge, perhaps because Mr. Long's blood was very useful, she felt very hungry from the beginning, and after thinking about it, she decided to eat a meal of spiritual rice as an extravagance.
By the way, there are eggs and meat that I bought before, I don't know if they are bad.
Mu Wanwan glanced at the sky outside. The weather was fine today, but the sun was still weak. It was estimated that it was after one o'clock in the afternoon. She planned to change the quilt and mattress first, and then give Mr. Long a brief scrub.
Then the porridge should be ready, cooking a dish, feeding Mr. Long some fruits, washing clothes and quilts, and cultivating the fruits to make money. After all, she doesn't know how long she has been sick this time, and the spiritual stones at home don't know if they have absorbed them. It's over, she hasn't checked it yet, if there are not enough spirit stones, Mr. Long's tail is rotten, then it will be troublesome...
Mu Wanwan sighed and deeply felt that he really couldn't get sick and it was difficult to support his family.
She filled a bucket of hot water and went back to the room. The smell in the room had dissipated a little, but it was still a little unpleasant.
Mu Wanwan walked to the bed and whispered, "Mr. Long, I'm sorry for getting you dirty. I'll wipe it off for you first, it may be a little cold."
The last time I cleaned Mr. Long was at noon the day before she left for the market. It has been a few days since then. But because he never went out, he was fine.
Mu Wanwan soaked the handkerchief, wringed it dry, and started wiping it all the way from his arm.
In the beginning, all she could focus on was cleaning the places Mr. Long accidentally stained by her, but gradually, especially when he was about to line up his tight abdominal muscles, Mu Wanwan began to feel that her cheeks were faintly hairy. hot.
The temperature on his body is not low, and his upper body still looks like a humanoid in the half-dragon state. Mu Wanwan quickened the movements of his hands. When Mr. Long was wiped clean, she even felt a little relieved.
Mr. Long's tail was in good condition, only a few scales were a little dirty on it. After wiping it clean, he gave him a little more medicine. Mu Wanwan hurriedly took out the clothes he bought for Mr. Long from the market. Put it on his upper body, and the tail below, still can only bear fruit.
The underwear she bought was moon-white, and the price was not cheap. The fabric was not bad. After putting it on Mr. Long, it made his skin pale and his face more sinister.
Mu Wanwan touched his face, looked at the dirty mattress under Mr. Long, and said, "I'm going to change the mattress."
Just started to move dragons with ease—
Generally speaking, if you move Mr. Long, it is more convenient to move the upper body first, kneeling on the bed, hugging his waist, then lifting it forcefully, and placing it on the new mattress on the side. Then wrap his hand with a handkerchief, because Mr. Long's scales are still a bit sharp, so grab the uninjured part and move it carefully.
The whole process takes about a minute, which is quite expensive_(:з」∠)_
But today I don't know if it's because the cultivation base has reached the second rank, Mu Wanwan feels a lot easier than usual, as if his strength has increased.
She moved Mr. Long, took out the new mattress from the Qiankun bag and put it on, and covered him with the non-dirty quilt, before sitting by the bed with a sigh of relief.
After taking care of the hygiene of the two, can she now touch Mr. Long's ears!
Mu Wanwan slowly stretched out his sinful hands towards Mr. Long's white ears that suddenly appeared.
Cute and white, and fluffy ears that will shake!
Mu Wan's trembling hand touched Mr. Long's ear, and a soft and warm feeling came from the pulp of her fingers. It was very fluffy and comfortable. She couldn't help pinching two hands, one in each hand. It was very soft, but she could be very careful. It's really happy.
Mu Wanwan gently pinched his ears, and then couldn't hold back, as if brushing his hair, from the tip of his ear all the way down, rubbing back and forth in the direction of the hair several times, it was probably a little itchy, Mr. Long Her ears were still shaking in her hands. It is in stark contrast to his beautiful and evil face, especially when the trembling hairy ears and the black and red lines on Mr. Long's cheeks move together, Mu Wanwan always has an indescribable feeling.
"Mr. Long, why do you have such fluffy ears?" Mu Wanwan said softly, "Why are they so soft?"
With her inner demon, she rubbed Mr. Long's ears for a while, not wanting to take her hand away at all. However, thinking of the hard and difficult life that always wanted to rub her and Mr. Long on the ground, he still stopped.
Maybe she touched it for too long, and when she stopped, Mu Wanwan always felt that Mr. Long's ears were a little red, and the fine and soft white hair was also a little exploding, shaking weakly in the air.
Mu Wanwan felt that she was going too far, how could she take advantage of the danger of the dragon!
She is wrong, but she will dare qwq next time
Maybe it's because furry things are too healing. Although there are still a lot of housework to do, Mu Wanwan doesn't feel so tired anymore.
She raised her eyebrows, thinking of the promise she made in the morning, that she would be better for Mr. Long in the future, and then seeing how he was leaning on her with trembling ears and eyes closed, she was full of motivation—
She is no longer alone.
She has been alone for more than 20 years. Before she didn't wear books, she was constantly working hard for life. She had no foundation and was not particularly smart. Even if she studied hard, she just went to an ordinary university. It was very hard to find a job but with a lot of money work to sustain life.
At that time, her wish was that she could be rich and stop being alone.
Although still... no money...
But she has a dragon.
Mu Wanwan's eyes were a little sour, although she didn't know if her dragon would leave her after waking up.
She didn't think about this kind of problem that would make her heart sour when she touched it, and she took the time to cook—
The meat that I bought before smelled a little sour. Although it was a pity, Mu Wanwan still threw the meat away. She can't get sick again no matter what.
Vegetables are good for spawning, and eggs are also good.
She ordered a burning grass and scrambled two eggs for herself. She made steamed eggs for Mr. Long's two spirit eggs, which should be more convenient to eat.
The cooked rice porridge is also cooked.
Mu Wanwan originally thought that eating and feeding the dragon would be as smooth as before, and even thought that he would wash his clothes and cultivate seeds to make money later, but today, Mr. Long can't eat at all.
For the seventh time, Mu Wanwan brought a spoonful of Lingmi porridge with sugar to Mr. Long's mouth and pinched his chin, but this time Mr. Long kept pursing his lips tightly, unable to swallow at all.
Mu Wanwan was a little anxious, tried a few more times, and even forced him to open his mouth and fed him a spoonful. But although the porridge was fed in, he soon spit it out along with the blood foam, and dyed the veil that Mu Wanwan put on his chest with a little bit of red.
Spitting up blood
With a buzzing in her head, Mu Wanwan was a little stunned. She was stunned for a few seconds before putting down the bowl in her hand and hurriedly touched the Lingshi that was placed in Mr. Long's ear.
She remembered that there was still a middle-grade spirit stone, please, hurry up, come out quickly, middle-grade spirit stone.
But she was destined to be disappointed. She did not find the middle-grade spirit stone, and even the low-grade spirit stones that were originally put together were all turned into powder.
Has it been absorbed by Mr. Long
Mu Wanwan's fingertips trembled a little, forced himself to calm down, and brought over only three hundred precious fruits and half of the ginseng that had been cut.
He wiped the porridge and blood from his mouth, half-force fed him the juice of Baizhenguo, then cut a piece of ginseng and stuffed it into his mouth.
After doing all this, her hands were shaking a little—
At first, she thought that she kissed him, and bit Mr. Long's lip ferociously before drinking the dragon's blood. Now, it seems that this is not the case.
Before she fell ill, Mr. Long was still fine, and even looked better.
But now, he has turned into this weak appearance, and all the spiritual stones she left by his pillow have been absorbed.
According to her previous experience in raising dragons, Mr. Long usually needs one low-grade spirit stone a day, and one middle-grade spirit stone has more spiritual power than ten low-grade spirit stones, but it is completely absorbed.
Does it mean that Mr. Long was actually injured when she was sick
Or is the internal injury from the previous war relapsed
And he didn't have these furry ears before, was it because the injury was more serious
Mu Wanwan's head was messed up. She regretted once again that she didn't take a good look at the scum logic. Now she has only a vague concept of why Mr. Long was injured and what was injured in the first place—
The plot of the original book is messy, everything is just for the convenience of driving, and the world background and some relationships are also very messy. The author just wants to use the disabled tyrant x, a low-status but innocent and cute little girl cp, to attract those who have special tastes and like to watch r to eat meat.
As for Mu Wanwan's opinion, the role of Yuan Shi was originally designed so that the heroine Bai Shuiyao could connect with Ao Qin.
Such an illogical Huang Wen did not explain the reason for Mr. Long's injury at all.
Mu Wanwan didn't think much about the logic and plot in the original book before, but now, seeing Mr. Long's pain again and again, and having lived in this world for a long time, she gradually realized that—
This is not cold words, this is also a complete world, people here also have feelings, they can cry, laugh and hurt.
So is Mr. Long.
She didn't know what he was hurt, what he had done, and why he was called a tyrant. She never saw him do evil, but she saw him betrayed, abandoned, embarrassed, and miserable every time. looks like.
Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long with a pale face, and reached out to smooth the wrinkles between his brows.
But he was in so much pain, his sword brows were wrinkled, his lips were blue and purple.
Mu Wanwan felt very uncomfortable, but she could only force herself to calm down. If possible, she even wanted to transfer her spiritual power directly into Mr. Long's body. However, she did not know Mr. Long's attributes, and the spiritual power of different attributes directly Conveying, not only can not bring help, but will be bad.
Mu Wanwan didn't have the time to do the laundry anymore. He only paid attention to Mr. Long's condition, while searching for the spiritual power in his body, he cultivated all the seedlings of Bixingcao to maturity. , always observe his appearance.
As long as there is a slight sign of vomiting blood, she will feed him a Baizhenguo or Bixingcao fruit.
After tossing like this until the night, Mr. Long seemed to be better. He didn't vomit blood for at least three hours, and Mu Wanwan was a little relieved.
Fortunately, she has now reached the second rank, and the spiritual power in her body has more than three times more than before, so she can cultivate so many spiritual plants. It's just that I don't know how serious Mr. Long's injury is. They have a limited number of spirit medicines and spirit fruits. She must make money quickly and earn spirit stones to come back.