After giving Xiaomao Chiu medicine, it put on its little wings, and chirped weakly again, then lay on the small handkerchief that Mu Wanwan folded for it, covered it with a rag, and slept quietly.
Very cute.
Mu Wanwan cherishedly stretched out a finger and touched the little white hair on Mao Jiu's small head, which was very soft and fragile.
Mao Jiu's entire body is black, gray and white, and his feather tail is a bit long, like wearing a small black vest, but there is a circle of white velvet on his head and neck. It looks like he is wearing a small scarf, and his beak is bright yellow, very cute. .
This kind of chirp is very thin, but the size of her slap, it should be just a very young chirp.
Moreover, according to its quiet and sticky personality just now, and according to its small size and not very wide beak, this should be a female tit
Mu Wanwan's heart moved, and his fingertips gently touched its head, "I'll call you Mengmeng in the future?"
In fact, she is a waste of names. The names she thought of for Jiu were—
"Little Black", "Mao Tuan", "White Tweet", "Tweet Tweet", "Mengmeng"...
Looking at it this way, it seems that Mengmeng sounds better.
It's so small and soft. When the thin Chuu is healed, she feeds Chuu a little fatter and has more hair. Wouldn't it be particularly cool to touch? And so cute.
Mu Wanwan had a smile in his eyes, put the back basket away, walked over to the bed and glanced at Mr. Long, then lifted the quilt and looked at his tail. After confirming that everything was fine, he began to prepare for work.
She slept well last night, and her spiritual energy was abundant in her body. While there is still a whole day today, hurry up to cultivate more spiritual plants, and then you can exchange some more money.
Mu Wanwan took out all the seedlings in the Qiankun bag, and spent most of the day cultivating and cultivating fifteen seedlings. She thought about it and left the remaining two at home.
In this case, there are a total of 82 ripe fruits in her hands. Tonight, she has to feed the dragons to feed the chirps. It is estimated that it will take a little bit. It is estimated that there are only 80 that can be sold for money, but it is not bad.
Mu Wanwan comforted herself, glanced at the sky outside, it was almost dark, but luckily it didn't rain.
These days, she has not eaten three meals a day. One is because Mr. Long has been vomiting blood a few days ago, and she has to take care of him. It takes about an hour to practice, and cooking is very time-consuming.
However, Mu Wanwan still maintains the habit of eating at least two meals a day. She still has to eat breakfast and dinner. Moreover, she had finished the Lingmi yesterday. Even if there is no Lingmi to feed the dragon tonight, she will use Lingguo to feed the dragon.
Mu Wanwan still remembered the miserable appearance of Mr. Long's tail last time because of lack of spiritual energy.
She rubbed her shoulders, which were a little sore from sitting for a long time, and stood up and went to the kitchen.
She wants to make something to eat for herself and Xiao Jiu. In Mr. Long's words, she doesn't have Lingmi now, and she doesn't dare to give him plain rice. She'll be fed two Baizhenguo later.
So, when it was getting late, Mr. Long, who had finally woken up, couldn't wait to find out his consciousness, and saw such a scene—
Madam did not sit by the bed as usual, but sat at a table a little far away. On the table were simple stir-fried vegetables, a bowl of rice, and two spiritual fruits.
With a smile on her face, she gently stroked something with her right hand, and Mr. Long also heard a crisp "chirp" sound.
Mr. Long was stunned. He was stunned for a while before he realized it. His consciousness circled around, and finally he could see the little thing that she was gently touching—
Isn't this, isn't this group of fierce long-tailed tits that are less than the first order in the forbidden area
How could it be in his and his wife's room
Before Mr. Long thought about this question carefully, he heard the lady, who usually rarely speaks, say in a very gentle voice—
"Mengmeng, do you like to eat this?"
Mu Wanwan licked the ball of hair quickly, punctured a Bixingcao fruit, squeezed a little bit on his fingers, brought it to Thin Chiu's mouth, and then watched it eat it with great effort, the tender yellow beak gently He pecked her fingers, very well-behaved.
Mr. Long is sour, and Mr. Long is lemon.
He was only in a coma for a day, and the wife had one more tweet.
Also called it Mengmeng, obviously not his husband.
Mr. Long took back his consciousness and pretended that he didn't care about anything, but his lips were pressed tightly.
"Mengmeng is a little girl. When I go to the market tomorrow and buy some more rags, I'll make a nice mat for you." Mu Wanwan said softly, in the quiet room, along with those few tweets The sound, like a knife, pierced into Mr. Long's heart.
For so long, she hadn't given herself anything of love, so she didn't know if that purse last night counted. Now, he has to make a cushion for a chirp, and he just swept the chirp with his divine sense.
Where is the female, it is obviously a shameless male bird.
Mr. Long told himself not to bother with a bird that has not yet opened his intelligence, just closed his eyes and waited quietly.
But this time, after waiting for a long time, she waited for the sound of her pushing the door out.
Mr. Long can't tell what his heart feels like, his eyes are sour-
He knew that he didn't actually have any kind of status in her heart, and maybe not even a single tweet was important.
- If Wanwan found out that a certain dragon actually thought so, she would be unjustly killed, she just fed Chiu and her hands were dirty, she went out to wash her hands and came back to feed the dragon!
"Chirp!"
Maybe it was because of eating some spirit fruit, Mengmeng regained some spirits, lying on the mat, she opened her bright eyes and gave Mu Wanwan, who was holding the spirit fruit, a very energetic chirp twice.
Mu Wanwan was in a good mood, but she didn't touch the hairballs because she wanted to feed the dragon.
"啾..." Maybe because she left her directly, Mengmeng was a little lost and made a small chirp.
"Good, I'll touch it later." Mu Wanwan couldn't help but say, she also wanted to touch the furry!
Although he withdrew his consciousness very naively, Mr. Long, who had been paying close attention to the movement in the room, heard the conversation of one person and one chirp, and it was rare to think in the right direction—
touch
Touch Mao Tweet
What advantages does that kind of tweet have other than relying on its furry to be cute. Mr. Long thought disdainfully, but suddenly caught the point like a flash of lightning.
Does the lady like furry
Mr. Long thought of the way she was lying in the quilt last night and asked if he could touch his ears in anticipation, and the tip of his heart was hot.
If he shows his ears, will Madam drive this chirp away
But the ears are really obscene, and he felt like he was about to die after being touched twice yesterday.
Mr. Long was still thinking, his chin was pinched, and the tip of his nose was the familiar taste of Bixingcao fruit. Mr. Long swallowed together. Occasionally, when her fingertips brushed his lips, she felt shivering and blood boiling.
Mu Wanwan fed the dragon, skillfully wiped the juice from his lips, glanced at the top of his head habitually, sighed a little disappointedly, and then went out to wash the dishes and boiled water to take a bath.
Only Mr. Long, who was still looking forward to having some contact with his wife, was left with a dragon and a big dragon, and the room was quiet for a moment.
Mr. Long's consciousness swept across this little chirp repeatedly, seeing that it was dying of pain, and he didn't plan to do anything to it, but his consciousness stared at its furry little body and fell into contemplation.
This time, he stayed awake until she came back after taking a shower.
"Going to sleep." Mu Wanwan draped his hair, wringed out the hot and humid handkerchief, knelt on the edge of the bed, wiped Mr. Long's cheek with the hot handkerchief, slid across his eye sockets, Wipe the forehead all the way to the chin, the movement is very light.
Mr. Long's entire face was reddened by the heat.
He knew she would clean him every day, but he still couldn't get used to it when he was awake.
Mu Wanwan made the bed, and after thinking about it, he still took Mao Jiu to the bedside table, took some materials, set up the pillows, turned off most of the lights, and prepared to sit on the bed and then take a Mao Jiu purse.
Because the weather is getting colder, it will be very cold to sit on the bench.
She sat on the bed and started embroidering slowly. Mengmeng was probably tired, her eyes were closed and she looked a little fatter than when she was awake.
With a smile in her eyes, she looked up at Mao Jiu from time to time.
Mr. Long waited for a long time, and finally waited until Mrs. sat on the bed. Seeing her taking out the purse with the same blue background, he thought she was perfecting the one from last night. In the next second, my heart felt sour—
She was embroidering that chirp, not what he thought, embroidering his horns and ears.
Unspeakable sourness in his chest, Mr. Long waited for a long time, so long that the curse was about to fight back, and he didn't wait for Wanwan to look at himself.
He succumbed, shaking his fluffy ears, which were deliberately tucked away, before falling unconscious—
Isn't it furry? He has too.
When Mu Wanwanxiu was tired and was about to sleep, she saw a certain dragon's plush ears that had been pity for her for a long time.
She rubbed her eyes several times before confirming that she had not read it wrong. She couldn't help but gently touched his ear, confirming that it was not her hallucination—
Is it because Mr. Long was injured and was unstable in the half-dragon state, so he only had ears for a while and then disappeared
Mu Wanwan smiled, not bothered about this issue, blew out the light, and fell asleep with peace of mind after hearing his breathing that was much calmer than when she first put it on.
Early the next morning, Mu Wanwan took the time to finish the housework, fed Mr. Long a hundred precious fruit, put the peel with some pulp next to Mengmeng, and then hurriedly locked the door with the back basket on his back. .
When she first went out, she saw Hongye coming over with the ox cart, the two said hello, and Mu Wanwan got on the ox cart and set off.
Quietly exiting the Dragon Mansion and the barrier, Hongye was no longer so nervous, and chatted with her as usual, "Does Madam still go to the fair of the elves? And how did the tit meat taste yesterday, okay?"
The author has something to say: Idiom:
"Long is not as good as Jiu": refers to the excessive behavior of Mr. Long who has no ears after picking up Mao Jiu, which reflects the desolation and desolation in Mr. Long's heart.