Mu Wanwan called him a stupid dragon twice, but the tears slowly stopped, but Mr. Xiaolong's eyes still made her unable to let go, and her heart was very blocked.
Although this person is no longer Mr. Xiaolong, it is not Mr. Xiaolong who foolishly regards the spirit egg as a dragon egg because he has never seen a dragon egg or eaten a spirit egg.
But she was still reluctant to let go of Mr. Long for a while, and even thought badly—
If the very real dream she just experienced was not a dream, but Mr. Long's real experience, then Mr. Long would be too pitiful.
Even more pitiful than Mr. Xiaolong.
It was so miserable when I was a child, and when I grew up, I became a plant dragon _(:з"∠)_
The good-looking horns and the cute little tail who were always injured when they were young are gone when they grow up, and maybe they were cursed by some kind of curse. It was really pitiful and funny when they were hung up and beaten.
Mu Wanwan closed her eyes gently, feeling the temperature coming from him, Mr. Xiaolong's appearance became clearer and clearer in her mind, but her heart calmed down a little bit.
She didn't leave, so Mr. Long's temperature began to rise terribly. His handsome and sinister face was covered with a layer of powder, and his consciousness circled several times where Mu Wanwan could not see it, and then Very shameless and slowly approached her—
They slept together yesterday because the quilt was stained and washed and not dry.
And he just regained consciousness, maybe last night, she actually leaned against him very early! !
Mr. Long felt that his heart was beating a little faster. He had just connected the fourth pronucleus to restore the strength of about the third-order. In fact, he could wake up for one to two hours a day. Although he was still unable to fully move, he could already open his eyes. Yes, the upper body can also move.
But at this time, he could only pretend that he was still in a coma.
Even Mr. Long's muscles are a little tight—
After all, what if he suddenly moved and frightened Mrs.
He has been in a coma in her eyes for so many days. At this moment, if she hugs and hugs him, he wakes up, doesn't it seem that he is a dragon that is not pure enough.
In fact, Mr. Long doesn't know what he is thinking about now. He just feels that the whole world is nothing but her breath and temperature, and the sound of his heartbeat is rumbling in his ears.
"Bang", "Bang", "Bang", very noisy dragon.
The consciousness slowly and shyly slid down from Mu Wanwan's long black hair ambiguously, and stopped suddenly when it touched the tears that had not been wiped from the corners of her eyes.
Those charming emotions seemed to be blown away by the breeze. Mr. Long slowly raised a not-so-good guess in his heart. His consciousness descended a little anxiously, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief when he touched her neck that was pecked by thin chirps. .
The mark of the hallucinogenic grass on it is gone. It seems that she should not be scared to cry by her prototype because of falling into a dream.
That's right, if you were scared to cry, you shouldn't be so close to yourself.
Just as Mr. Long breathed a sigh of relief, he thought of something, and his ears trembled again—
Why is there a wound on her neck
Divine consciousness carefully, for the first time, lingered on her wound without any distractions:
It was small, not too big, and the wound was not deep. It avoided the meridians that would bleed. The bleeding had stopped. A little ointment was applied to form a scab, which looked like an ambiguous lip print.
After confirming that Mrs. was fine, Mr. Long had a lemon again. The wound was definitely not something like a cabinet. According to Mrs.'s personality, it couldn't be anyone, only some animals.
He hasn't even touched her neck yet!
Mr. Long was a little sour, even though Mrs. was in his bed now.
Mr. Long secretly moved the other arm that Mu Wanwan didn't hold, and his palms were sweaty.
Although it was very hot to be hugged by her, Mr. Long still hoped that time would go by a little bit slower.
After the heartbeat stabilized, the room seemed to be quiet all of a sudden. Outside was the long-lost sunlight, which sprinkled into the room little by little along the window, and reflected a little spot of light on the slippery floor, as if to remind the room. People, get up soon, the sun has been up for a long time.
"Chirp!"
When the sun shone on the ground, Mao Jiu opened his eyes, his little wings had grown a lot better, and he had recovered some spirits after being fed by Wanwan in the past two days, and his temper was not as quiet as before. Become a little noisy.
It seems to be dissatisfied that a Mao Chiu wakes up alone and starts to send out a relentless sonic attack.
"Chirp!"
"Chirp! Chirp!!"
"Chirp~!"
The little milk's voice was crunchy, listening to Mu Wanwan's ears, making her only sleepiness gone.
Pulling back from the dream and returning to reality, facing the burden of raising the dragon and raising the chirp to help Yuner cultivate more spiritual plants, no matter how much she felt sorry for Mr. Xiaolong in the dream, she had to prepare to get up and work.
The moment Mu Wanwan's arm left Mr. Long, a certain dragon, who was already sour, wanted to get up immediately and throw this unsightly Chirp outside.
It's good that it doesn't make a sound. As soon as it makes a sound, Mr. Long immediately thinks that the wound on the lady's neck is not the one who pecked out the hair? Even if it helped him once, he didn't let his wife fall into a dream, but now, he finally got to spend a short time with his wife without secretly rubbing it, but this tweet broke it again.
"Mr. Xiaolong." Mu Wanwan got up and looked at Mr. Yanlong—
He and Mr. Xiaolong are a little different except for the broken horn, and the furry ears are exactly the same, and they will shake from time to time.
His eyes softened a bit, Mu Wanwan gently touched his hairy ears, ready to get up.
Mr. Long was suddenly touched by her ear, and his cheeks were hot, and his consciousness followed her. When he saw her walking to the edge of the cabinet, he remembered how she changed clothes last time. The ground was scalded, and immediately turned around and came back.
No, an upright dragon would not do such peeking things.
Unless the lady herself wants to show him.
But it's one thing to ignore it, and another thing to think about it.
Mr. Long felt shameless, blushed and thought for a while about what he shouldn't have thought. After a while, he calmed down and repaired his meridians well—
wait till night...
Wait until the evening and then talk.
…
Mu Wanwan changed her clothes and handled the housework skillfully and quickly.
Washing, helping Long and Mao Chiu clean up, making breakfast, feeding the dragon and Mao Chiu, washing and drying clothes, tidying up the house, thinking about it, taking advantage of the good weather, and taking out the quilt and mattress to dry.
Then I sorted out the things I bought last time, changed the soil, and was busy for a long time before officially starting the cultivation work.
This time I went to the market Muwanwan to buy some small pots, which were specially used to cultivate spiritual plants. The ones that Uncle Lingtu Zong gave her were estimated to be enough for a while, so she did not buy them.
Well, the main thing is that you can't afford it.
The past few times I went to the market Muwanwan had a very clear understanding of the price. In the relatively cheap elven market, the price of spiritual soil is very high. Generally, a small bag of ordinary spiritual soil needs Three to five low-grade spirit stones.
The spiritual soil with slightly better efficacy is more expensive.
Uncle Zong gave her spiritual soil the first time they met, and later gave her a big bag. Although it is not the kind of spiritual soil with very good effect, it is already very rare, and this time Uncle Zong also said that he would help, Although she saw that the spiritual plants she cultivated had some special functions, Mu Wanwan was still very grateful to them.
Uncle Zong is very difficult. She has seen Yuner before. She is such a gentle and kind woman. They are kind-hearted, so she doesn't want to let them down.
And the last month or so seems to have been peaceful, but there is no guarantee that Bai Shuiyao and Ao Qin will come to trouble her and Mr. Long, and now she must hurry up and earn some spirit stones and medicinal materials.
Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan seized the time, sprinkled a little spiritual soil in a pot, took out the seeds of the second-order blue star grass, and began to prepare for cultivation—
The second-order blue star grass seeds are larger than the first-order seeds, but they are drier and harder, and it is more difficult to cultivate than the first-order seeds.
Mu Wanwan was not discouraged. She first sent a little wood-type aura to feel the vitality of the seed. The seed did not absorb the spiritual energy very quickly. She hesitated, and then picked up another seed.
This is a small rule she discovered these days. You can judge the vitality of the seed by the speed at which the seed absorbs the spiritual energy before the formal cultivation. If the absorption is faster, the success rate will be very high.
Although her spiritual power is somewhat special, it is not uncommon for her to fail halfway through cultivation. After a few failures, Mu Wanwan has developed the habit of testing before cultivation.
But unfortunately, she tried several seeds one after another, but her vitality was not as high as the first one.
Her brows were slightly wrinkled, Mu Wanwan probably understood why the second-order spiritual plants were more difficult to cultivate than the first-order ones. She did not continue to waste spiritual energy to test the vitality of the remaining seeds, but buried the first seed in the soil and started nurture.
About six or seven minutes later, about one-fifth of the spiritual power in the body was consumed, and the first seed broke with great difficulty, and three small green buds slowly grew out in her longing eyes.
Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, stopped the transmission of spiritual power, rested for a while, then picked up another green star grass seed and started cultivating it.
But her luck was not always very good. The next two seeds failed to grow, and they exploded directly in the soil. They rushed out the soil with just the right humidity in the pot and smeared her face.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Well, it's not easy to do anything, she calmly wiped her face and continued to nurture.
After that, it still failed a few times, and when it was the seventh seed, another one succeeded.
After spending a whole noon and half an afternoon, the spiritual power in the body has been exhausted, and Mu Wanwan finally cultivated three spiritual plants.
She brought the three pots of tender shoots that had grown out of hard work to the yard, found a place with good sunlight, and made the best place for the three trembling shoots, and by the way, she put the quilt and dried in the sun. The clothes were taken back.
When I went back to the room, I made a big movement and made a sound, and Mengmeng woke up.
"Chirp~"
It is about a small chirp. It is easy to sleep after eating every day, but it does not sleep for long. It is easy to wake up during the day, and when it wakes up, it will act like a spoiled child.
But fortunately, she won't be so boring during the day.
With a smile on his brows, Mu Wanwan touched Mengmeng's little scarf in exchange for a gentle nudge.
The palm was itchy, Mu Wanwan carefully avoided Mengmeng's wound, touched its little head, saw the small rope still tied to its feet, thought for a while and said softly in a negotiating tone, "Mengmeng , I untied your rope, so don't run around, okay?"
"Chirp~"
Mengmeng tweeted a few times, as if she was promising her that she would never run around.
Mu Wanwan untied its rope. In fact, she didn't want to tie Mengmeng all the time. After all, it could only stay in one place all the time. From time to time, she looked at herself with small eyes, which was really pitiful.
Moreover, Chiu Chiu is not Mr. Long, and he can't move. If he can, Mu Wanwan still wants Mengmeng's life to be better.
I heard that the lifespan of this kind of tit is not very long. Generally, it can live for more than ten years. It is considered a long life. Mu Wanwan doesn’t want to lock up Mengmeng. Will be full of curiosity.
Just like Mr. Xiaolong.
"Chirp!" Probably sensing that she was a little down, Chuu Chiu, who had taken off her restraint, took the initiative to rub her palm.
"Mengmeng is really good." Mu Wanwan was almost warmed by it, and she felt a little better.
"啾~" Mengmeng rubbed her palm again, then waved her small wings humanely, and began to move step by step—
It's still not very convenient to move, and it's a little swaying when walking, but maybe it's getting better nutrition recently. Mu Wanwan thinks it's a little more hairy
Mengmeng walked all the way from the bedside table, she was a little happy, thinking that it would be good to make the hairball more active, but when she saw this tweet, she jumped from the bedside table to the jade bed.
Mu Wanwan was a little scared. After all, there was still a little distance between the bedside table and the bed. She looked at the hair ball nervously, and found that it was jumping around, so she felt relieved.
But she still wanted to stop Mao Chiu. After all, although she had cleaned up this guy, Mengmeng's claws were not dirty, but if she jumped on the bed, it was easy to get the quilt dirty! !
“Mengmeng…”
Mu Wanwan went to the bed and wanted to pick up Mengmeng, and saw that although this Jiu was small, its movements were extremely flexible. It was impossible for Mu Wanwan to gently grab it, so she just stood there. Watching this Jiu jump from the jade bed to the quilt, and then...
Jumped on Mr. Long's body? !
"Mengmeng!"
Mu Wanwan called its name, and Mengmeng shouted "Tweet Tweet", as if looking for something, stepped on Mr. Long's face all the way, and stopped beside one of his furry ears.
Then he rubbed his furry ears affectionately and chirped happily.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
The author has something to say: In those years, the plant dragon who was bullied by Jiu—
lost love touch
②Lost the chance to kiss the neck for the first time
③ Being stepped on
Mr. Long (gritting his teeth): "Mao Jiu is the enemy of his life."