Uncle Zong said so, and Mu Wanwan didn't refuse anymore, she needs the spirit stone very much now.
There is no ginseng to save Mr. Long's life at home, and she is really worried.
Moreover, she still doesn't know what kind of injury Mr. Long suffered. Today, I heard that Uncle Zong said that Aunt Yun'er was cursed. Combined with the behavior of Mr. Long single-handedly singled out the leaders of the seven clans in the original book, and his face Evil black and red lines, maybe he is also cursed.
Mu Wanwan frowned, Aunt Yun'er was just hit by the fourth-order up to fifth-order curse, and became the miserable appearance she is now. The pain that Mr. Long suffered might be greater than she thought.
Moreover, as winter is approaching, she needs money to buy more warm stones, and she also needs to arrange cotton-padded clothes. She is still making money too slowly now, and she does not have any ability to withstand pressure.
What she worries most is not poverty, but she is not worried about loneliness. After all, she is used to being alone, and now there are dragons and chirps, she is just worried that someone will find fault.
In the original book, Ao Qin and Bai Shuiyao would come to humiliate Mr. Long from time to time after they got together. Now he doesn't come, maybe it's just because he just took over Mr. Long's power and has no time. When he is free, she and Mr. Long may have nothing to do with each other. Days passed.
At that time, some life-saving things must be prepared first.
Mu Wanwan thought a bit too much, and after a moment of silence, Uncle Zong spoke first, "Girl, I'm afraid I won't be here until two days later next month. Would you come back to me later next time?"
Mu Wanwan was a little surprised, "Uncle Zong, where are you going?"
Uncle Zong's eyes were complicated, and hope flashed in his eyes, "There will be an auction at the Dragon Clan Market on the third of next month. I heard that there may be Jinjiang grass. I want to try my luck."
"Jinjiang grass?" Mu Wanwan wondered if he had heard it wrong, and asked again.
"Yeah." Uncle Zong nodded, "It's a kind of spirit grass that can dispel demons and curses. It's very rare and the price is very high. If I'm lucky enough to buy one, maybe Yun'er will be saved."
"Even if there is no Jinjiang grass, I heard that there is still a batch of medicinal herbs for sale. If you are lucky, you may be able to buy Ningxue Dan, which is very good for orcs and monsters." Uncle Zong said with a sigh, "I just don't know the product. Rank and price, I hope it won’t be too expensive by then.”
When he said Ningxue Dan, which is very good for orcs and monsters, Mu Wanwan's heart moved—
Although the dragon clan is very powerful, it has independently occupied the largest territory in the mainland, but strictly speaking, it should also be said to be a demon clan
Ningxue Dan, which is very good for the demon clan, may also be very useful for Mr. Long. If she could get Ningxue Dan, wouldn't he be able to suffer less torture? At least if he vomits blood again next time, he can still take it out to save his life.
Thinking this way, although Mu Wanwan felt embarrassed, he still said, "Uncle Zong, I have an unkind request."
Uncle Zong raised his eyebrows, "You said."
Mu Wanwan pondered the words, "Uncle Zong, if you can buy more Jinjiang grass or Ningxuedan this time, can you leave some for me, although I have no money now, I will definitely pay you back. "
After she said that, her face turned a little red. In fact, her behavior can be said to be very excessive. Uncle Zong treats her so well and doesn't owe her anything. There are patients in the family. It's not easy for anyone. help her
Uncle Zong was stunned for a moment, then pondered for a moment, without rejecting her directly, "It depends on whether the auction is for the seeds of Jinjiang grass or the mature spirit grass. If it is seeds, I'm afraid I will ask you for help at that time. nurture."
Mu Wanwan was stunned, "Is there no grade for Jinjiang grass?"
Uncle Zong said, "No, but it is very difficult to cultivate, and the prices of seeds and finished products are also very different."
Mu Wanwan nodded, "I can try."
Her spiritual power should be relatively special, and it may be able to be successfully cultivated.
Uncle Zong nodded, and told her something about the auction. The two agreed on a time to meet next time, and Mu Wanwan exchanged a few low-grade spirit stones for gold and silver coins.
After reassuring with Uncle Zong that she would come with enough spirit fruit next time, she left with spirit stones and seeds.
When leaving, Mu Wanwan looked back at Uncle Zong who was sitting silently in front of the shop—
The orc is no longer young, the corners of his eyes are wrinkled, his broad palms are rough, and his nails are a bit cracked. He rested his chin with one hand, the animal pattern flickered, and there was something hidden in his brown eyes, but when he touched her gaze, he immediately retracted his sorrow and grinned, and Mu Wanwan even saw a trace of it. pleasing meaning.
She suddenly felt a little sour in her heart, turned her head and stopped looking at Uncle Zong's expression, and squeezed the coin tightly in her hand.
Qingmei talks about the rest of her life, never abandoning her in times of crisis, how many people can do it
Mu Wanwan admitted that she was a little envious. Thinking of the plant dragon at home, she felt even more complicated. At first, she just thought about taking care of him, and when he woke up, she left, but now it seems to have changed a bit.
Mu Wanwan stopped thinking about this problem and started to buy things one by one according to the needs of the family. She felt that she should put more affection on Shoujiu. If Mr. Long really dislikes her in the future, she can also live with Mengmeng. .
This time, it is mainly to replenish Lingmi and warm stones, and it is still very early after Muwanwan has finished buying it.
Looking at the time, she wanted to sell the purse she made two days ago, to see if she could make some money, and went to the shop where she bought the shack and sewing last time. The two purses were sold for 20 copper coins.
Although the price is not high, she is still quite satisfied. She used these copper coins to exchange some new fabrics and needles and put them in the back basket to fill them up, so she plans to buy some more chicks to keep in the yard.
Mu Wanwan thought about it and walked towards the place where she bought eggs last time, but when she passed a dark alley, she heard the sound of children laughing—
"Come to sell vegetables again? Don't think that the elves come every day without paying the entry fee."
"No one will buy your food! Dad said that your family are all cursed bad elves."
Mu Wanwan frowned, looked up and saw a familiar little figure, it was Lan'er.
At this moment, she is surrounded by a group of beautiful elves and orc cubs, holding her big backpack tightly. The color of the birthmark on her face has not become lighter, and her blue eyes are terrifyingly bright.
She has also seen the elf at the head, the beautiful little girl from the Rouge Shop before, but her lovely face is full of disgust, "Don't set up a stall at the back of our shop next time, the customers have all run away! If it weren't for your grandma saving my grandma, we wouldn't want to rent the house to you!"
Every time she said a word, Lan'er's eyes dimmed, and Mu Wanwan's heart burst into flames, "What are you doing?"
She walked into the alley, the children looked at each other, and the little girl at the head pouted and muttered, "Nosy."
Mu Wanwan raised her brows and was ready to fight the bear child for 300 rounds, but the little girl made a very ladylike face at her and ran away.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
When the other children saw her running away, they all dispersed, and soon only Mu Wanwan and Lan'er were left in the alley.
"Senior?" Lan'er asked a little uncertainly while holding the basket.
Mu Wanwan nodded and wanted to pull her up from the ground, but when he stepped forward, he found that her ankle was covered with wounds, covered with blood scabs, as if it had been cut by something sharp.
"They bullied you, why don't you resist?" Mu Wanwan couldn't hold back his anger at first glance.
Lan'er bit her lip, shook her head, and said nothing.
Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then sighed, reached out and touched her head, "Where's your brother?"
She complained a little about Feng in her heart. If he was here, these arrogant children wouldn't be able to go so far.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Lan'er burst into tears, "Brother is sick."
Mu Wanwan glanced at the tattered vegetables in the basket on her back, and sighed, "Let's get up and talk about it."
Lan'er lowered her head and stood up, "Thank you, senior."
Mu Wanwan thought for a while and asked, "Are you already out of money?"
A flash of struggle flashed in Lan'er's eyes, "Last time, senior, you gave us a spiritual stone and paid the rent. My brother and I can live by selling vegetables, but my brother suddenly fell ill..."
Mu Wanwan hesitated for a while, and took out a few silver coins from his pocket, "I bought your food, so you can only look at yourself in the future."
Last time, she had exchanged the spirit stone for their kindness to lead the way. This time, it was out of sympathy. Although a few silver coins were not many, saving some money could last for a while, which was the limit of what she could help.
Lan'er cried so hard, took the coins she gave, and Mu Wanwan saw that her arms were also covered with wounds, which were very similar to the wounds on her ankles.
"Thank you senior, thank you senior." Lan'er was a little incoherent, with blue eyes full of tears, and pleadingly said, "Can I give you a hug?"
Mu Wanwan didn't think much about it, bent down, and hugged the poor little girl who was not blessed.
Don't look at her very small, she feels a little dizzy when you hold her.
But the feeling of dizziness was only for a moment. Mu Wanwan thought it was her own illusion. She felt that the child in her arms was gripping tightly, and her voice softened, "Okay, it's alright."
Lan'er slowly let go of the corner of her clothes, her heart was full of guilt and struggle.
"It's all right." Mu Wanwan put the person down and rubbed her head, "Then I took the vegetables away, do you want me to take you back?"
Lan'er wiped away her tears, bit her lip and shook her head.
Mu Wanwan smiled lightly, and poured some rotten vegetables into his back basket, "Then I'll go."
Lan'er nodded, hugged the basket, and watched her leave.
After Mu Wanwan walked away, she slowly stood up, the wound on her ankle oozing blood from her movements.
Lan'er didn't seem to feel the pain. She carried the basket on her back, clutched the silver coins tightly, and limped away.
She didn't know how she endured the pain and walked home, but when she opened the courtyard door and saw her brother who was knocked unconscious and tied to the side, and the leisurely Jinlong guard who was drinking tea, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, " I've given her hallucinogenic grass, and you let my brother go."
"Oh." Jin Qiang nodded, stood up, walked to her side, pinched Lan'er's shoulder condescendingly, and she cried out in pain.
"What's it called, let me confirm." Jin Qiang was very dissatisfied, and gave Lan'er a stern look, making sure that the hallucinogenic grass that had been placed on her body had been used before impatiently threw the person to Feng's side.
Lan'er fell to the ground with her back, scraped a large piece of skin, and held back her pain.
"When can I fall asleep?" Jin Qiang asked.
Lan'er endured the pain, "I will definitely fall into a dream once in three days."
"What a waste." Jin Qiang kicked her, looked at the miserable state of their brothers and sisters, and sneered, "Leave you all for now."
After he finished speaking, he summoned his spiritual cloud and left.
He Jin Qiang is just a very ordinary young dragon of the Golden Dragon Clan, his strength is only just reaching the third rank, and he is only a few decades old. This time, he was fortunate to grab the order issued by the senior Jin Yan, as long as a human woman goes to the third rank hallucinogenic grass , is simply too simple.
It's just the hallucinogenic grass, the effect of the elves is better. He doesn't have much foundation, and he can't bully those powerful elves. He can only pick soft persimmons, and the Laner brothers and sisters are just right.
Leaving them alive this time is also just in case they have any other tasks next time they can use them easily.
Jin Qiang stepped on the cloud, secretly counting the days, and was going to find Senior Jin Yan in three days. He even began to imagine that he was doing things smoothly, and that he had won the appreciation of Senior Jin Yan and walked all the way to the peak of Longsheng's Shuanglong life.
…
That Mu Wanwan didn't even know that he had been trapped. When he left the city and returned to the Dragon Mansion, he was still a little emotional. The cruelty of this world is so naked, even the most gentle elves on the mainland have it. On the dark side, she was a little afraid to think about the life of Mr. Long when she was young.
Hongye also saw her absent-mindedness, glanced at the clothes on her body that had been soiled by Lan'er, and looked at the fresh and tattered vegetables in her basket before she went to the market, and automatically made up her mind that Mrs. was bullied It's a big drama, and he didn't say anything interesting.
She went back early this time, the weather was fine, and it didn't rain.
The ox cart was not slow, and it was only half a day after saying goodbye to Hongye and returning to the familiar little yard.
Mu Wanwan locked the courtyard door, put the back basket in the courtyard, and pushed open the door of the room—
"Chirp!"
As soon as she entered the door, Mengmeng, who had regained some vitality, attacked her with a tweet. Mu Wanwan couldn't help showing a smile, touched its fluffy little scarf, and enjoyed Xiao Mao's affectionate rub, only I feel that the heart block and fatigue of half a day in the morning have been relieved a lot.
After rubbing his hair, Mu Wanwan drank some water and rested for a while before walking to the bedside, looking worriedly at the black and red lines on Mr. Yanlong's cheeks.
These days, according to her observation, the black and red lines on Mr. Long's cheeks do not move all the time. Usually, when the lines move, it is accompanied by symptoms such as Mr. Long's rotten tail, vomiting blood, and pale complexion.
She didn't know that Mr. Long might be cursed before, she only thought that he had suffered a serious internal injury, but today she met Uncle Zong and heard about the kind of curse that absorbs talents, so she was very concerned about Mr. Long's injury. With a new understanding.
Perhaps, Mr. Long is cursed.
With his brows slightly wrinkled, Mu Wanwan stretched out his hand and stroked the lines on Mr. Long's face a little bit, then carefully pinched his hairy ears that had appeared again for some reason, and told him what happened today in a soft voice.
She wanted to find someone to confide in. Although Mengmeng was cute, she was just a tweeter, and she didn't open her intelligence. Mu Wanwan was more inclined to treat Mr. Long as the object of her confidence.
"Uncle Zong said that the spirit fruit I cultivated has the effect of reducing the curse. I wonder if you have been cursed," Mu Wanwan said, took out the spirit stone in his pocket and put it on his pillow, " I will change the recipe for you in the future and eat Lingguo every day."
A certain dragon who just woke up and heard the bad news when he felt the strong fluctuation of spiritual power: "..."
The plant dragon has no right to speak. Although he has to eat unpalatable fruit, Mr. Long is still a little excited when he hears that the lady is thinking for him. His consciousness swept across the four middle-grade spirit stones beside the pillow, and his heart was a little sour.
He knew that his wife was not that kind of a very powerful monk, and he knew how hard she lived every day.
These spiritual stones this time, I am afraid she has worked hard for a long time.
But she didn't keep any of it for herself, but gave it all to him.
Mr. Long pursed his lips. With these spirit stones and Madam's fruits, he should be able to connect the fourth pronuclear fragment. At that time, he should be able to move. At least, he can wake up for more than half an hour every day.
It's just that he hasn't decided whether to wake up in front of Mrs.
She would put down her guard in front of him who was asleep, and she would not be afraid of him, but when he woke up, maybe his wife would not have such an intimate attitude towards him.
"Mr. Long..."
Mu Wanwan called him, and just when Mr. Long thought that Madam wanted to say something, a clear chirping sound came from his ears—
"Chirp~"
"Chirp~!"
Mengmeng finished eating the fruit, opened her black bean eyes, and leaned on the table obediently, looking at Mu Wanwan.
"Ah, yes, it's time to change Mengmeng's medicine." Mu Wanwan patted his head, "I almost forgot."
Mr. Long just released it to take a look at Wanwan's consciousness and after hearing this sentence, he stopped in mid-air embarrassedly.
It's this tweet again!
He is a vengeful dragon, and now he still remembers how this Mao Jiu made his wife not look at him all night!
Mr. Long was aggrieved. She didn't look at him yesterday, but today he woke up and showed his fur. Why didn't she touch him instead of tweeting
Sure enough, it's because he's so ugly now.
Mr. Long's heart was dark for a moment, and he even wanted to swallow the tweet at this moment, but soon, this thought was suppressed by him—
He was so selfish that he swallowed Mao Jiu who could interact with her, and then what
He was in a coma, recovering from his injuries, and was used to being alone. Shouldn't he have to let her live a boring life with him, a waste dragon, with Lingzhi who can't speak every day
She has paid enough for him.
Mr. Long tried hard to convince himself, and his spiritual consciousness was wrapped around Mu Wanwan. Seeing her with a smile helping Mao Chiu change her medicine, her mood gradually calmed down. Seeing her slightly curled eyelashes, bright eyes, itchy heart, red With a shameless face, she circled her consciousness and slipped all the way from her ear to her neck.
The collarbone is obvious, hidden in the clothes.
Mr. Long's head began to feel dizzy, and her shoulder, which he accidentally caught a glimpse of last time, suddenly appeared in his mind, suffocating Long.
However, not long after the sweet suffocation, he found a small inconspicuous pattern on Mu Wanwan's neck.
The fingertips trembled suddenly, and Mr. Long's charming thoughts all dissipated.
hallucinogenic grass.
Who gave her the hallucinogenic weed? Is it the enemies who want to see his pain
One name after another passed through his mind, and Mr. Long felt a chill in his heart—
Why, now that he is like this, those dragons still refuse to let him go
Why, in this way, make him miserable
Hallucinogenic grass will not cause any harm to the body. It only has one effect, that is, to fall into a dream. It is often used for interrogation. People who are caught in hallucinogenic grass will emit an invisible and odorless aura. Once the people around her can't resist, she will expose some things in her dreams that she may not want to recall subconsciously.
Looking at the mark on Mu Wanwan's neck, she should have been hit with a third-order hallucinogen.
Only the dragon who can see his soul lamp can judge his current strength. I am afraid that the dragon who started with the lady knows that his life is not so miserable, so he thinks that it is best to make the lady hate him and make him suffer.
It might be a prank on them, like he was when he was a kid.
Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, but he had to admit that he was scared.
If Madam saw his dark past in a dream, would she be afraid of him, would she hate him
He didn't know what he didn't want to recall subconsciously, but he knew that his hands were never clean. Those who want to kill him, those who betray him, those who have insulted him.
Most are dead.
If, if he subconsciously does not want to recall, it is a bloodthirsty picture.
If she really hates him, what should he do
He knew that she was only sympathetic to herself. If she knew that she used to be a fierce dragon, would she hate him? If she saw her prototype, would she find him disgusting
Mr. Long knew that the purpose of those dragons had been achieved. They just couldn't see that anyone was kind to him. They just wanted to see him in pain, embarrassment, and anxiety.
"Mr. Long, does it hurt?" Her voice came from her ear, and Mr. Long was in a trance for a while. When he came back to his senses, his fingers had already grasped the sheet, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Mu Wanwan was a little worried. She had just given Mao Jiu medicine. When she turned around, Long had a painful expression on her face, her ears were shaking anxiously, and the black and red lines on her face began to move restlessly.
She sliced the last small piece of ginseng, fed it into his mouth, sat on the side of the bed worriedly, and said in a low voice, "Please, don't vomit blood this time, please."
Now she saw the black and red lines on his pale face that kept moving, and she felt terrified. If the dragon vomited blood again, after defeating the spirit stone, she would have nothing to do.
And next time you go out later.
Her unintentional words ignited Mr. Long's hope.
Yes, if he was injured and vomited blood, would she have stayed up to take care of him? The effect of the third-order hallucinogenic grass is not strong, as long as she lasts for three days, she will not find it.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "If the madam finds out that I was not a weak, helpless and pitiful dragon before, and sees my ugly prototype, she will definitely dislike me and hate me and feel that I am disgusting and abandon me and leave me, turning me into a boudoir Resentful to the dragon."
Mu Wanwan: "???"