Her soft voice was in her ear, and the ginseng in her mouth had a bitter taste.
Mr. Long's consciousness swept past Mu Wanwan's inconspicuous but visible blue and black eyes. He looked at her worried look, and finally stopped when she had been nurturing Lingzhi to take care of herself, more than when he first met her. On the fingers of many thin calluses, a heart seems to be roasted repeatedly—
How could he be so selfish, only thinking about not wanting to lose her care.
She has worked very hard, and these spirit stones are also saved by her little by little.
Moreover, the dragon outside is just a prank now, if he doesn't get better soon, what if they feel bored next time and kill her directly
With such a thought in his mind, Mr. Long's face was ugly, and he was even about to be driven crazy by this idea in an instant.
He absolutely does not allow this to happen.
Knuckles turned white, Mr. Long suppressed the fear in his heart, and his heart became more and more uneasy.
"Does it hurt?" Mu Wanwan saw that his face was getting worse and worse, he soaked the towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead, touched his fluffy ears with a little pity, thought about it, and took another blue The star grass fruit, squeezed in his hand, forced a smile, "Mr. Long, don't be afraid, when I work hard, I will definitely earn more spirit stones next time I go out."
"Then you won't be so miserable." Mu Wanwan's hands trembled a little, "Although I'm very embarrassed, but I asked Uncle Zong to see if I could get some Jinjiang grass seeds and Ningxuedan, I heard that It's good for the demon clan."
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, seeing his face becoming more and more distorted, she was really panicked, she was really about to be tortured to death by this dragon—
At first, I just wanted to take care of him, and let her go when he is ready.
But she has been alone for two lifetimes, and now she has someone who relies on her wholeheartedly. Seeing him suffer so much every time, she gradually can't let go.
Her words, every sentence, were like gentle knives, causing Mr. Long to suffer greatly.
I don't know how long he struggled before he came out of the circle of wanting to self-mutilate, his eyes were sore.
At this time, he can no longer be willful.
If she knew something he didn't want to recall and hated him, he wouldn't have anything to complain about.
Because that's what he is, he's deformed, that's what his past was.
She has suffered so much to marry him.
If, if she hated him.
when he wakes up,
Wait until he wakes up.
Be sure to tie her up, lock her up, let her wash and cook for him, don't let her go out, don't buy her anything, be a scum dragon, mate with her with the prototype she despises, and let her give birth to him. One hundred eggs tortured her day and night, making her regret that she despised herself.
Mr. Long's palms were sweaty, embarrassing and painful, cruel and domineering.
Now, he can only take good care of his injuries and try to repair the fourth and fifth pronuclei at one time, so that he also has a certain ability to protect himself.
Even if someone wants to bully her, they can protect her.
Mr. Long's heart was gripping, and he couldn't bear to die again. He only took back his consciousness, and went to absorb spiritual power in a grievance.
He didn't even pay attention, his eyelashes were covered with a little bit of moisture, sparkling with water and sparkling.
Mu Wanwan thought he was crying in pain, and felt even more uncomfortable—
A good villain dragon who used to be majestic and powerful, but now because he was seriously injured, he was so painful that he was about to cry unconsciously.
Really pitiful.
She changed the towel on Mr. Long's forehead. After waiting for a while, she changed the ginseng slices in his mouth, fed him a Bixingcao fruit, and stayed by his side for an afternoon, seeing his face It was gradually getting better, and there was no sign of vomiting blood, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
It's okay, it doesn't get worse.
"Chirp!"
Maybe it was because she was dissatisfied that Mu Wanwan had been taking care of Mr. Long as soon as she came back, without touching herself, Mengmeng kept tweeting.
Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. She glanced at Shou Chiu and then looked at the sky again. It was a little late. She had to hurry up when she wanted to cook, feed Chiu, bathe and cultivate plants.
Thinking about what to do later, Mu Wanwan took the towel off Mr. Long's forehead. Just as he was about to stand up, he felt dizzy and a little sore in his neck.
She rubbed her head and slowed down, there was still some flowers in front of her—
Are you too tired recently
Or the sequelae of not sleeping in the past few days
Mu Wanwan sat back and rested for a while, and then walked to Mengmeng's side amid the anxious chirps. Mengmeng has always been a quiet and gentle little chirp, but today is a bit abnormal.
Mu Wanwan "What's the matter, Mengmeng, are the wings uncomfortable?"
"Chirp!"
Mengmeng opened her big eyes and rubbed her hand with her hairy head in a hurry. Mu Wanwan was tickled by it and couldn't help laughing, "Haha, don't rub."
"Chirp~"
Mengmeng's skinny little body stepped on Mu Wanwan's hand, and fluttered her little wings vigorously. Mu Wanwan was afraid of hurting it, so she let it jump on her hands.
"啾~" Mengmeng didn't seem satisfied, stepping on her hand as if she was going somewhere.
"What's wrong?" Mu Wanwan had no choice but to sit down, holding Mao Jiu carefully, watching him shake his little head humanely, and seemed to be very interested in her face.
"Um?"
Mu Wanwan suddenly had an idea in his mind—
It is said that the biggest illusion of human beings is that cats love me, and now Mu Wanwan is the same.
It is said that this kind of tit has spirituality. She looked at the cute little scarf and her tender yellow beak, and she became narcissistic.
She felt that Mengmeng must like her very much, and such a lively Chirp must want to give her a loving kiss.
His eyes softened all of a sudden, Mu Wanwan carefully put his head close, ready to rub against her family's little chirp.
But in the next instant, there was a tingling pain in the neck, Mu Wanwan couldn't hold back a cry, resisting the urge to throw the Mao Jiu in his hand, and the aching toes curled up.
She fainted, shaking her hands and placing Jiu on the table, reaching out to touch the neck that Mengmeng had bitten fiercely—
God, blood in one hand.
She was wrong, how could she feel that Jiu was a kiss who wanted to give her love _(:з」∠)_
Mu Wanwan wanted to cry but had no tears. She lowered her head to look at Mengmeng. She wanted to scold him, but when she saw her pitiful little eyes and bloody little wings, she couldn't bear it, she just sighed in resignation. Tone, "you, you..."
She was so depressed that she almost didn't take a breath.
What kind of sin did she do to make such a long and one tweet
"Chirp!"
However, Mao Jiu was still screaming as if to please, and she couldn't bear to ignore it at all.
"Okay, okay, I won't be mad at you anymore." Mu Wanwan sighed, frowning at it, only to catch a glimpse of it and spit a big mouthful of saliva on the table as if taking credit.
Alas!
With a bit of her blood.
Mu Wanwan was a little blind, but the next moment he saw an inconspicuous little purple leaf in that sip of saliva.
what is this
Mu Wanwan touched his neck with one hand, and couldn't care less about it, intuition that this was not a good thing.
"啾啾!" Mao Tuan was still chirping, circling the little leaf a few times, as if asking for credit.
No matter how stupid she is, now she realizes that Mao Jiu didn't mean to bite her just now.
Mu Wanwan looked at the little leaf who didn't know what it was, and felt a little cold all of a sudden, and was afraid for a while.
She frowned, and even felt that her neck didn't hurt so much. Thinking about it carefully, Mao Jiu and Long were both fine before, and she was very quiet when she went out in the morning.
Why did the dragon start to look ugly when he came back in the afternoon, and even Mao Jiu was abnormal, as well as this little purple leaf.
She couldn't see what it was, indicating that it must be a plant of a higher rank than her.
She doesn't know what this plant does, but it shouldn't be a good plant to be planted on her body in this way, and according to Long and Jiu's reaction, she should have been plotted when she went out today.
Many scenes flashed through my mind, and finally stopped on Lan'er's twinkling eyes.
Mu Wanwan couldn't sit still any longer, and touched Mao Jiu's head in a hoarse voice, "Mengmeng, thank you."
She walked to the box in a daze, took some ointment and gave it a simple treatment for herself, sat next to Mr. Long, and was silent for a long time.
The sky gradually darkened, Mengmeng was probably hungry, and kept chirping and chirping until Mu Wanwan moved.
She looked at Mr. Yanlong, squeezed her hands tightly, and said "I'm sorry" as if stuck in her throat, unable to say anything.
It was very cold in the late autumn night. Mu Wanwan silently took out all the things he bought during the day, put them away in different categories, found a small bag, put the purple leaves spit out by Mao Jiu, and took care of the housework. .
She picked out a piece of the warm stone that she finally bought after earning money and put it next to Chiu Chiu's quilt, then took it out and haggled the price with the boss for a long time. It was said that the five pieces she won at the lowest price could hatch a spirit chicken. I wrapped these spiritual eggs, which were much larger than ordinary eggs, and put them in the basket. After thinking about it, I put two more warm stones in it.
Then Mu Wanwan began to cook and feed the dragon, cultivate seeds, handle housework, wash and embroider and make purses.
Maybe it's because of her absent-mindedness. The horn she embroidered on Mr. Long tonight is very ugly. It's even uglier than the last time. It's crooked, but it's very close to his real appearance now.
Mu Wanwan looked at what she had embroidered, and suddenly smiled, her eyes a little sore.
Life is hard, she knows it.
This was the case in both worlds, and she didn't complain, just a little chilling.
Kind of helpless.
She probably guessed something, but didn't want to think about it.
Take the plant to Uncle Zong next time. Mu Wanwan squeezed the corner of the quilt tightly, his head was in a mess. I don't know how long it took before he fell asleep vaguely.
The room was quiet, but a faint purple mist slowly rose from her body and got into Mr. Long's body.
Mengmeng woke up sharply, chirped twice, and waved her little wings, but Mu Wanwan was very tired, and she slept deeply.
I just felt like my consciousness was being pulled by something.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (fierce): "One hundred eggs warning."
Mu Wanwan: "… (bye bye manually)"