Mr. Long slowly poked out a trace of spiritual consciousness, and shyly walked around the red quilt, little by little, wrapped around the corner of Mu Wanwan's clothes.
She was wearing a light blue long gown today with a little cotton on the cuffs, probably because it was getting colder outside.
Divine Consciousness followed the hem of her clothes and slowly reached her cheek—
She was a little whiter than when he looked at her before, but she was also a little thinner, and her eyes were a little dark, probably because she was too tired to take care of him. An indescribable sour rose in his heart, Mr. Long's consciousness gently brushed Mu Wanwan's eyelashes, like a gust of invisible wind, gently caressing him.
She lowered her head as if making a purse.
The light was warm, and although it was revealed by divine consciousness, Mr. Long felt unprecedented peace of mind.
It's good that she's still with him.
Her eyelashes are still curved, not very long, but the arc of the hook makes Long's heart itch.
Mr. Long relaxed a little, and then he felt that his body was a little different from before—
The right arm moved slightly, and felt a soft cloth, cotton, very soft.
His heart was bulging, probably because he was excited, and Mr. Long's pair of white ears that were exposed outside shook slightly.
Despite the pain in the meridians, Mr. Long was reluctant to take back his consciousness, and just watched her quietly embroidering a purse. The things she embroidered were a bit abstract, but he actually didn't understand a little—
The two ugly ones were embroidered with golden thread like horns, and beside the horns there were two pointed tops embroidered with white thread.
Mr. Long didn't realize that Mu Wanwan had actually discovered his little secret. He just watched her embroider her purse with shaking ears. After watching for a while, when she saw that she was finally finished, he tightened his body a little nervously, and his fingertips couldn't. He consciously touched the underwear that his wife had just changed for him.
Although his tail is still bare, he is no longer a fruit dragon.
Moreover, he just discovered that there is only one quilt on the bed, does it mean that she has been sleeping with him these days
Mr. Long felt a little hot in his heart. Is it a side effect of losing his blood before
-Wanwan didn't know that a certain dragon was out of danger and regained consciousness. He just finished embroidering the last stitch well, then carefully collected the thread, carefully hidden the thread end, and then took the finished purse and Mr. Long. The corners were compared.
Although the craftsmanship needs to be improved, the broken angle and the pair of ears should still be similar.
"Mr. Long, if I sell this purse, I won't be able to sell it." She couldn't help laughing, "I'll keep it for myself."
Mu Wanwan pulled out a few silver coins and a few copper coins, stuffed them all into a dark blue purse, and touched the two white hairy ears embroidered on them, his hands a little itchy.
She wanted to touch Mr. Long's ears again.
But Mu Wanwan still restrained, even if Mr. Long's ears are fluffy, she will shed it more than ten times a day, right
Carefully put the purse next to the pillow, checked whether the door was locked, and Mu Wanwan was ready to sleep.
She turned off most of the lights in the room, leaving only one oil lamp that was about to run out of oil.
The room was dark, only the sound of her taking off her coat was quiet.
Mr. Long was a little nervous. Although he had slept with his wife a few times, he still couldn't adapt to the life of a couple dragon.
The lights were ambiguous, and he was still her nominal husband.
When Mu Wanwan lifted the quilt with a cool palm, Mr. Long was already hot.
Mu Wanwan was lying on the soft bed after a long absence, only to feel that her bones were softened. She had not slept for four consecutive nights.
Even if she is a cultivator now, she can't stand it for such a long time without sleep.
She began to feel sleepy almost as soon as she lay down under the steamy blanket covered by Mr. Long.
Looking for a position where he won't touch him, and where he can stretch his body, Mu Wanwan lay down and was about to go to sleep, but he accidentally looked at Mr. Yanlong, and when he saw him, he saw his pair of white ears kept going. The slender fluff on it looked particularly fluffy under the illumination of the light.
Is Mr. Long's ears shaking because of the pain
Although she guessed that Mr. Long was shaking his ears because of the pain, it was a bit cruel, but Mu Wanwan felt a little itchy, she endured it and decided to touch it for the last time.
"Mr. Long, can I touch your ear?" Mu Wanwan routinely bullied the plant dragon before he started, "I'll take it as your agreement if you don't speak."
Only this time, Mr. Long is awake.
When he heard what she said, he was a little stunned, and he didn't even realize what "ear" in her mouth meant.
But when she touched his pair of fluffy ears that had been ridiculed with a slightly cool soft finger, the whole dragon suddenly stiffened.
The numb feeling exploded from Xieyi's ears all the way, and Mr. Long's face turned red almost immediately.
He, he, the ears that have never been exposed since he became an adult, why did they suddenly appear! Also, are the ugly things she just embroidered on her purse his horns and ears
As soon as these two questions popped up in Mr. Long's head, before he had time to think about it, he was numb from the touch from his ears.
She didn't even need to touch it, but she still pinched it, and touched all the way from the tip of the ear to the bottom...
Itchy, numb and very irritating.
So the ears of Mr. Long, who was too obscene, trembled even more.
Mu Wanwan touched it twice, and felt that the feeling in his hand was not right, so he quickly released his hand. At a glance, Mr. Long's entire face was flushed, and even the tips of his ears were red, and he shook it. Shaking, as if uncomfortable.
She was a little flustered, after all, this didn't happen when she rubbed the dragon before.
"Mr. Long, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Mu Wanwan didn't dare to touch his ears, but hurriedly got out of bed, picked a fruit of Bixingcao, scratched the skin, and thought timidly. let him drink.
Before Mr. Long could recover from the shock of his ears being discovered, he was stuffed with a mouthful of unpleasant Bixingcao juice.
The bitter juice slid all the way into the body that lacked spiritual power, and was scraped off by the meridians in an instant, leaving only a slightly bitter taste on the tip of the tongue.
Mu Wanwan saw that his face was a little better, and he was relieved. He threw the peel away and lay down properly. He didn't dare to touch his ears again, and whispered, "Mr. Long, good night."
She covered the quilt, closed her eyes, and soon fell into a long-lost black and sweet dream.
On the other hand, a certain dragon still stayed in the blow of the rubbing of the ear, and it took a long time to recover.
She actually didn't think he was deformed, and even judging from her attitude just now, she liked his ears. Mr. Long can't tell the feelings in his heart—
The ears of other dragons are different from his. He was hatched in the sea near the abyss without dragons. When he was a little dragon, there was no one of his kind around him, and he even thought he was a monster.
However, as long as he wants to get close to the abyss, he will be bitten by monsters, and only a good monster will protect him.
He thought it was his father.
Although that monster has no fluffy white ears and no tail.
It's just that when he just grew into a one-meter dragon, the monster disappeared.
He was almost bitten to death, and only fled in embarrassment. Later, he realized that he was a dragon.
When he came to the Dragon Clan's territory covered in bruises and wounds, he was sentenced to be a bastard because of the pair of ears, the ears that could not be hidden in human form, and the ears that were different from other dragons.
Dragons will not be soft-hearted, let alone sympathetic, different is different, heresy is heresy.
Mr. Long endured the pain in the meridians and slowly retracted the pair of ears.
He didn't know if Mu Wanwan had seen other dragons before. If she knew, and knew that the prototypes of other dragons did not have ears like his, would she think he was deformed
But it doesn't matter, Mr. Long thought to himself, as long as he closed his ears, as long as she couldn't see, then he was normal, just like other dragons.
The unease in his heart gradually expanded, Mr. Long listened to Mu Wanwan's gentle breathing in his ear, and couldn't help but slowly put out his hand in her direction.
It wasn't until he touched her palm, forced her to interlock with his fingers, and felt her temperature, that he felt a little more settled.
He, this bad dragon, thought darkly, she had already married him in full view of the public, and had been branded with him all her life. When he was healed, if she wanted to leave, he would lock her up and let her She is always with him.
Then, let her be his real lady.
Dragon is greedy, and so is he. At first, I just thanked her for being good to me, but gradually, I was not satisfied with this little warmth. With her constant efforts, she became more and more greedy and wanted more and more.
Mr. Long thought, laughing a little at himself—
She thought he was in a coma, thought he was unconscious, she might just take care of him out of sympathy and some other reasons, maybe she didn't have much affection for him.
But he, ah, he has been sadly deeper and deeper.
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When Mu Wanwan woke up the next day, she felt as if her hand was being held by a fire. She opened her eyes and found herself embarrassed to take advantage of Mr. Long's hand again, and let go of his embarrassedly. Hand, sat up, and glanced at Mr. Long unconsciously.
Seeing this, she felt that she might have woken up in a wrong way.
What about the ears? What about fluffy ears
She closed her eyes and opened them again. Mr. Long's head was still bare and nothing.
Those white ears a few days ago seemed to be her hallucinations, and never existed at all.
Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, knelt on the bed restlessly, and carefully searched for Mr. Long's long hair several times.
Really didn't find the pair of ears.
She felt a little nervous, so was it a hallucination that she hadn't seen something plush for too long
But it doesn't feel fake at all.
After a full ten minutes, she recovered from the loss of furry crit, picked up the purse beside the pillow, touched the unsightly white ears embroidered on it, and counted the inside. The money, sighed, and put it in his arms.
She washed and ate breakfast, and when she was ready to go, it was not very late outside, it was about seven or eight o'clock. It's just that the sky is a little gloomy, like it's going to rain.
Mu Wanwan thought for a while, but she still took the broken umbrella with her. If she could go to the market today, she must buy a new umbrella. It's better to buy a new one, which is convenient for work.
"Mr. Long, I'm going out." Mu Wanwan glanced at the little ginseng and the one hundred treasure fruit left, frowning, there was no life-saving spiritual plant at home, she When I reach the second level, I have to try to see if I can get some seeds of higher value from Uncle Zong.
After closing the courtyard door, Mu Wanwan walked out with the basket on his back.
This time, she followed the memory all the way to the place where she met Hongye several times before, but there was no one.
She tentatively walked forward for a while, and in front of the palace where she and Mr. Long lived, there was a slightly out of place place for servants to live.
Since no one is waiting for her here, she will go to them.
When Mu Wanwan walked to the side hall, he happened to see Fu Liu who came out with an unhappy face.
She also saw Mu Wanwan, with a look of surprise in her eyes, and bowed slightly to her, even if it was a salute.
Mu Wanwan knew that it was actually very rude for her to do this. After all, Mr. Long was still the nominal king of the dragon clan territory, and she was also regarded as the wife of the king. But now the situation is stronger than people, it is not bad that they are still alive.
Mu Wanwan didn't know that Ao Qin didn't kill Mr. Long because he didn't get Mr. Long's horn and couldn't open the treasure at the core of the forbidden area. She thought that Ao Qin was here for face and perverted heart.
So she was actually very worried that Ao Qin would come to abuse them one day when he was in a bad mood, but fortunately, none of this happened for the time being.
Therefore, even if the maids were very disrespectful to her, she would not feel dissatisfied.
"Why did Madam come out?" Fuliu looked at Mu Wanwan up and down, and was a little surprised. Why did she feel that the lady in front of her was a little different from what she saw more than half a month ago
This lady's eyes became brighter, her appearance did not change much, and the clothes she was wearing were still very simple. The light blue clothes were washed a little white for her, and they were obviously old clothes that she brought before she got married. There was a large backpack with a few rotten copper coins on the back, which contained some vegetables, and a small cloth bag was held on it. It seemed that there should be some handkerchiefs and other things in it.
Last time Hongye told her that this lady bought a lot of rags.
Moreover, this lady gave her a very comfortable feeling. Could it be because of her advanced strength
Generally speaking, the stronger the strength, the more mysterious the person will feel, and the temperament will change accordingly.
Thinking of this floor, Fu Liu softened his voice, "Is Madam going to the market?"
Mu Wanwan nodded at her, "I count the time, I should be able to go out."
Fuliu glanced at the basket she was carrying, "Madam is this time selling vegetables?"
Mu Wanwan nodded and did not deny it.
Fuliu felt that her wife had been much worse than her, and she didn't know what was going on in her heart, but she had a very refreshing feeling, "Oh, you only sell vegetables for a few coins, I remember that you are a first-order cultivator anyway, Madam. Why only grow vegetables?"
Mu Wanwan kept smiling, and didn't want to pay attention to her, she just said, "Can I go out today?"
Fuliu looked at her mockingly before calling out to the courtyard, "Hongye, are you done? Come here."
"Okay." The messy footsteps sounded, and Hongye quickly came out of the yard, but she still had a bit of unpleasant blood in her hand, stained with a few pieces of black and white feathers, and she didn't know what she was doing just now. .
"Ah, Madam is here too." Hongye smiled towards Mu Wanwan.
"Don't smirk, take a look at the record, can Madam go out today?" Fuliu said impatiently.
Hongye waved her hand, "I remember the day, Madam can't go out until tomorrow."
Mu Wanwan nodded, "Then I'll come back tomorrow morning."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but she encountered a guard who came out from the side holding a basket. At first glance, the basket was full of black and white hairballs, the smell of blood was pungent, and blood dripped from under the basket. Tick tock down.
There was a bad feeling in his heart, Mu Wanwan saw the guard salute him.
Mu Wanwan nodded at him, and when the two passed by, she could clearly see what was in the basket—
It was a tragic mass of dead hair, black and white feathers, and a bright yellow beak.
No, there is another one that is not dead!
She saw its little wings that moved slightly.
Mu Wanwan's heart jumped suddenly, and when she came back to her senses, she had stopped the guard.
"What's wrong ma'am?" Fuliu noticed her movement and stepped forward to ask.
"Fu Liu, what's in this basket?" Mu Wanwan pretended to be a little embarrassed, "What kind of chicken is it? Can I eat it?"
"Chicken cub?" Fuliu was stunned for a moment, then laughed uncontrollably, even with Hongye and the guard.
"Why is it a chick? It's a kind of tit that lives on the outskirts of our forbidden area. Maybe it's because the forbidden area has a lot of spiritual power. They are bigger than the ones outside, and they are a little more spiritual. They are very fierce." Hongye was outspoken, "This time I heard that Ao Xue wanted to eat fruit when he went to the forbidden area, but he was chased and bitten by them, and he killed a lot of them in a fit of rage."
"The masters despise these tits with low spiritual power and no flesh, but we servants get a lot."
Fuliu was very happy to be amused by this ignorant lady. Seeing her thin cheeks, perhaps out of sympathy, she said casually, "Madam is greedy for meat? Yes, we have a dozen or so in this yard. I'll give one to the lady for you to eat haha."
Mu Wanwan thought that what I was waiting for was your words, and immediately showed a happy expression, "Then I will thank Fuliu a lot, it's true that I haven't been able to eat meat for a long time."
Fuliu raised his chin proudly, "Hongye, go and give the one you just plucked to Madam."
Mu Wanwan shook his head, "Fu Liu, I wonder if I can pick one from this frame myself?"
"Huh?" Fu Liu was a little surprised.
Mu Wanwan hurriedly explained, "I want to pluck the hair off and wash it to make a small decorative object."
"Oh." Fuliu didn't feel anything, and nodded to the guard, "The lady picks it slowly, I'll go to work first."
Mu Wanwan smiled gratefully at her, and in the eyes of Hong Ye and the guards, she held the thin chirp that she had just seen and had a breath in her hand without changing her face, and even squeezed it deliberately. Its bright yellow beak, "Then I'll go back first."
"Ma'am, I'll wait for you here tomorrow." Hongye said, looking at Mu Wanwan's back, who was leaving in a hurry, and smiled with the guard.
The guard looked at her thin back and shook his head, "It's so pitiful, marrying our disabled king, you can't even get meat to eat."
Hongye also nodded approvingly and put away her smile, "Like my sister-in-law, eh, that's not right, after all, my sister-in-law is still very free. Thanks to the love of Lord Ao Qin, I also received a compensation."
Moreover, although her brother has lost his cultivation base now, he seems to have woken up recently. He thought about it, gave all the savings he had hidden before to her sister-in-law, and cowardly became a dog at home every day. Speaking of which, this lady, the first lady is the chief's wife, the king's lady, in fact. It's not as good as their servants.
Just a bite of meat made her so anxious.
Hongye didn't think about Mu Wanwan anymore, and walked back to the yard, she still had a lot of hairs to pluck.
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As soon as Mu Wanwan left the sight of everyone, he immediately changed his posture, holding the thin chirp he was carrying in his hand, feeling the blood that was constantly flowing from its small wings, and speeding up his steps to return to the palace.
"chirp..."
As soon as she entered the yard and locked the door, she heard a soft cry from the hairball in her hand, very weak.
Mu Wanwan hurriedly entered the room, took Mr. Long's elixir, and briefly dealt with Shoujiu's wound—
Starting from the tail of the left wing, it was cut by sharp things along the way, half of the wing was broken, and the black and white fur was covered with red blood.
Mu Wanwan was about to die of distress, what kind of devil is that dragon named Ao Xue
He had the heart to kill such a cute hairball, but it was still such a big piece after one kill, and the reason was actually to eat fruit.
After helping the little hairballs, she applied some of Mr. Long's ointment, and then she carefully wrapped some cloth on the thin little wings and tied them up. After thinking about it, she still used a thin thread to tie the thin little claws. up.
I heard that this hairball is very strong, and she wants to wait for it to heal before sending it away.
Mu Wanwan carefully combed the thin hair, and said distressedly, "I'm sorry, there is no way to save your friends."
When she saw those thin tweets, some of them were directly cut in half, only this one was lucky.
She thought she wouldn't get any response, but she didn't expect that after she finished speaking, the hairball in her hand lifted another small uninjured wing, rubbed her palm lightly, and made a weak chirp.
It's so sad qwq
Mu Wanwan suddenly felt that it was okay to lose Mr. Long's fluffy ears. Now she picked up a hairball and brought it back. In the future, she will raise the fat one who was thin and grow into a big fat one.
If it wants to go, let it go.
With a smile on his cheek, Mu Wanwan gently touched Mao Tuan's little head, "Little cutie, let's live a good life in the future."
The author has something to say: Mu Wanwan: "Although I lost Mr. Long's fluffy ears, I have chirps to play."
Mr. Long: "????"