Mu Wanwan nodded, watching Uncle Zong's face suddenly become serious, he was also a little uneasy, "Didn't you buy Jinjiang grass and Ningxuedan?"
Uncle Zong sighed, reached out and wiped his face, "Yes."
Mu Wanwan was a little disappointed, but it was okay, "Uncle Zong, it's okay, we can still cultivate Lingzhi."
Seeing her first reaction was not questioning but relief, Uncle Zong's expression softened a bit, "Actually, according to the past market, even if I can't buy Jinjiang grass, I can still get the seeds."
He frowned as he said, "But this time, there are many dragon guards bidding up each other at the auction, and the spiritual stone I brought is not enough."
Mu Wan curved, "Dragon guards?"
Uncle Zong said, "It's the guards of the Golden Dragon and White Dragon clan. It is estimated that some elders in their clan want it."
"I'm not very clear either." Uncle Zong sighed, "Since Lord Ao Qin took over the territory, all kinds of things have become more and more expensive."
Mu Wanwan's heart moved, "Uncle Zong, then... Is the original Lord... a very good person?"
When Uncle Zong heard her words, he laughed for a moment, "I haven't seen him, but I heard that the previous emperor was a very cruel person."
"I know a little bit." Yun'er rarely interjected, this time even Uncle Zong was a little surprised, "Yun'er, you know?"
"Yeah." Yun'er smiled, "I wasn't from your Lion clan at first, don't you remember? My father wanted to be a free wandering orc, and my mother accompanied him. I remember that we had just arrived in the north. On the territory of people, we happened to meet the courtship season of the mermaid. We wanted to join in the fun, but we happened to see your majesty."
"He brought a lot of people to stand beside the beautiful mermaid princess..." Yun'er said after a pause, as if recalling.
Mu Wanwan heard her talk about the mermaid princess, and suddenly felt like she was stabbed by something, and regretted why she asked Zhalong about the past.
"Yes, Your Majesty was standing next to the Mermaid Princess. He was talking at first, and then he didn't know what was going on, and he threw people away, and then got into a fight with the Mermaid clan."
Fly away
That's the mermaid princess, why is Mr. Long so unsympathetic to Xiangxiyu? No wonder he is still a single old dragon after so many years
Mu Wanwan couldn't tell how he felt in his heart, but he was inexplicably relieved =_=!
Yun'er said with some lingering fears, "Fortunately, we were far away at the time. Father and the others responded quickly enough, otherwise I might be gone."
Uncle Zong touched her head, "Then you must have been terrified."
"It's okay, but it's because of this that we just found a tribe to live in casually." Yun'er rolled her eyes, "I will meet you."
"Yun'er." Uncle Zong put his hands on her shoulders, and the two looked at each other affectionately.
Mu Wanwan, who was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food: "..."
She was embarrassed to remind Uncle Zong that the two of them were still here. Seeing that they had a good relationship after so many years, she felt a little more relaxed.
The two watched for a while, and then they remembered the existence of Mu Wanwan, and Uncle Zong was a little embarrassed.
"Don't talk about this." Uncle Zong smiled at her, took out some yellowed papers from his pocket and handed them to her, "Come, take it."
"Pill prescription?!" Mu Wanwan was not surprised, but shocked.
"Haha, look at what it is first." Uncle Zong said with a smile.
Mu Wanwan turned around, "First-order Ningxue Pill, first-order Huiling Pill?"
"These few medicinal herbs." Uncle Zong touched his chin, "That's what I want to talk to you about today."
Uncle Zong looked up at Mu Wanwan, "Girl, although you haven't shown your face and haven't told us your true identity, we still believe that you are not a bad person, and you have a special talent, so we are willing to gamble."
"When I didn't buy the medicinal herbs and spirit grass at the auction, I was thinking, since you can cultivate a spiritual plant that relieves the curse, do you also have a certain talent in alchemy?" Uncle Zong said, "So I I went to a friend, and from him, I bought some basic alchemy things and these two recipes."
"And the seeds of the pill furnace and the ingredients, I'm also ready." Uncle Zong said and took out several packets of seeds. There is also a not too big pill furnace, a blue cauldron, which is not cheap at first glance.
He said this for his sake. If Mu Wanwan didn't know that Uncle Zong wanted to learn alchemy by himself, he would be stupid.
She was surprised and moved, "Uncle Zong, how dare you act like this?"
In fact, she and Uncle Zong didn't know each other for a long time. Uncle Zong gave her both spiritual soil and Qiankun bag, which has always been very good to her. Although she knew that some of this good was due to her talent, Mu Wanwan still could not accept it with peace of mind.
Especially this time, in the memory of the original body, alchemy is not only a profession with a high threshold, but also a very expensive profession. Just the spirit grass and spirit stones that beginners want to waste is enough to make many people with ordinary financial resources. Families stay away.
And most of the alchemy practitioners on the mainland are people who have fire roots, or some monsters and special beings who are born with good control of the heat. She is a wood type and usually takes the route of providing raw materials. !
"Uncle Zong, this is too precious, I can't accept it."
Mu Wanwan still knew a little about herself. Before, I asked Uncle Zong to see if he could get the medicine pill for Mr. Long. After all, Uncle Zong and the others were short of money, and she had never been involved in the process of alchemy, in case it was wasted. A lot of materials are also a blow to Uncle Zong.
"Haha, you didn't take it for nothing." Uncle Zong knew that she would not accept it so easily, "I'm talking about business with you, girl."
Mu Wanwan was a little confused.
"We Yun'er are going to move to the shop in the Human Race Market, where I opened a medicine store with my friends." Uncle Zong's eyes lit up, "I think the spiritual plants you cultivated have the ability to dispel some curses. The effect, will the refined medicine have a similar effect, if it does, then we will be rich."
Yun'er also nodded her head. She spoke slowly, but she was much more convincing than Uncle Zong. "Girl, do you know the price of the medicine pill now?"
"First-order Huiling Pill, a bottle of ten pieces, a middle-grade spirit stone. Ningxue Dan is difficult to refine, and they are all sold by the piece, one of three low-grade spirit stones."
Yun'er smiled, "When you go out now, who wouldn't be prepared to return to the elixir?"
"I remember that last time you said that your lover was still ill." Uncle Zong said, "If you only eat spirit fruit like him, your recovery will be very slow."
When the couple sang together, Mu Wanwan was really moved by what they said, "But, I'm not from the fire element."
Seeing her moving, Uncle Zong stared, "Who told you that alchemy must be of the fire element?"
"Pill fire can also be used for alchemy." Uncle Zong said, "The pill stove I prepared for you, although the grade is not high, contains pill fire, and it is no problem to use it for a hundred or so times. When you’re done, just replenish the spiritual stone.”
"When the time comes, I will put the medicinal pills you refined and sell them in the shop for five or five points, so it will be done." Uncle Zong said.
Mu Wanwan was a little moved, and a little worried that she could not do well.
In the end, Aunt Yun'er saw her dilemma and said, "Well, girl, you go back and try this time, if it succeeds, keep the seeds of the pill furnace, if not, give it back to us next time. "
So after making an agreement with Uncle Zong to meet at the Human Race Market next time, Mu Wanwan walked out a little dizzy with the recipe, seeds, spirit stones and alchemy furnace.
Before going out, she expected that she might not be able to get the pills this time, but she never thought that Uncle Zong would actually let her concoct pills.
However, Mu Wanwan squeezed the coin in his hand, but he was in a better mood than ever before—
She was worried that it wasn't that Huo Linggen didn't have a good grasp of the heat, but not everyone could practice very well at the beginning. Maybe Uncle Zong was right, and it was not necessarily that she really had this talent.
Moreover, Uncle Zong is willing to invest, so why is she so unconfident, there is no harm in giving it a try.
If she really became an alchemist, according to the status of an alchemist on the mainland, she might be able to hire someone with medicinal pills to escape from that depressing mansion with Mr. Long.
Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan smiled. She was prone to thinking too much, and even the most basic pills have not yet been refined.
She didn't think about alchemy anymore. According to her calculations last night, she started to buy things that were lacking at home.
When passing by a medicinal herbs store, Mu Wanwan went in to take a look, vaguely pointed to a plant that looked like a small purple leaf that Mengmeng pecked out of her neck, and asked the boss what it was.
"Psychedelic grass, used for dreaming." The boss said casually, "One middle-grade spirit stone for the second-order, and three for the third-order, do you want it?"
Mu Wanwan pretended to be relaxed, her fingertips were shaking a little, "I just think it looks good."
"Oh." The boss was a little disdainful and ignored her.
Mu Wanwan walked out of the store a little embarrassed—
What Mengmeng came up with is hallucinogenic grass.
In other words, the dream she had entered before was real.
Mr. Xiaolong is real, and Mr. Long's previous appearance is also real.
Mu Wanwan was stunned for a while, with the pain in his heart like being stabbed by a needle, before he came back to his senses.
Mr. Long, Mr. Long.
She wanted to go back quickly.
Mu Wanwan accelerated and was about to walk towards the place agreed with Hongye, but when he passed by the door of a restaurant, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
It's Bai Shuiyao!
She followed a tall man, dressed in satin and smiling.
What's the matter, shouldn't Bai Shuiyao do hard labor in the cold palace on the edge of the forbidden area
Mu Wanwan thought something was wrong, and stopped when she was leaving, followed them into the most upscale restaurant in the market, and watched Bai Shuiyao go upstairs with the tall man.
"Guest officer, please come in." The shop boy was very polite, Mu Wan waved his hand, picked a remote spot without changing his face, ordered a pot of tea, took out two silver coins, and waved to the boy. .
The shop assistant also winked, took the silver coin, and put it in her ear, "What do you want to ask the guest officer?"
"Who is the woman with the distinguished guest just now?" Mu Wanwan pondered the words.
"Ah, are you talking about the girl next to Lord Ao Xue?" The second shopkeeper rolled his eyes, guessing that Mu Wanwan is probably the concubine of the romantic Lord Ao Xue. After all, this is not the first time that this has happened. , He knew that he couldn't get involved, so he vaguely said, "I don't know about this."
It's just that the shop assistant didn't expect that what Mu Wanwan wanted to ask was not Bai Shuiyao at all, she just wanted to know which man Bai Shuiyao had climbed to under the influence of the heroine's halo.
It turned out to be Ao Xue...
She only heard from Hongye this morning that Ao Xuehualong swallowed Fuliu, and now she knows the bad news of Ao Xue and Bai Shuiyao getting together.
Mu Wanwan couldn't sit still, she forced herself to hold her breath, "Oh, how could Master Ao Xue like such a thing, do they come often?"
The shop assistant rolled his eyes and said nothing.
Mu Wanwan was in a hurry, snorted coldly, took out two more silver coins and slammed it on the table.
"I saw it for the first time today, I haven't seen it before." The second shop assistant smiled, "Don't be angry, guest."
Mu Wanwan was very annoyed, he waved his hand to let the shop assistant go down, many thoughts flashed in his mind—
It only came in the last few days, that is to say, Bai Shuiyao has only just climbed up with Ao Xue, and may not come to trouble her and Mr. Long so soon. She tore her face with Bai Shuiyao last time. She thought that Bai Shuiyao was in the cold palace of women, and she should not cling to any man so quickly. Now it seems that she is still too naive.
The aura of the original heroine will not disappear so easily.
Mu Wanwan was very upset, and according to Bai Shui Yao's character of retribution, she would definitely not let her go.
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…
When Mu Wanwan found the trace of Bai Shuiyao in the market, Mr. Long also woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes and sat up halfway, Mao Jiu noticed it.
Mr. Long's face was cold, his eyes swept across Mengmeng's small body, he frowned, maliciously exuding a burst of coercion, looking at Mengmeng's trembling with fright, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
Madam is not at home, should he kill this hateful Chirp
Mr. Long thought badly, but he didn't do anything.
He has other things to do today—
He wanted to practice walking before she came back.
Mr. Long straightened his long hair and underwear, lifted the quilt, and the dragon's tail turned into legs.
The straight long legs look the same as before, but the way they walk is different.
With a cold face, Mr. Long tried to move his right leg, which was stiff, as if he was bound by something.
He tightened his fingertips and tried to move his left leg again.
What he wore was a more severe stiffness than his right leg, reminding him that he was a waste dragon.
There was no change in expression on his face, Mr. Long did not use his spiritual power and tried his best to get off the bed.
There was cold sweat on his forehead, and because of the curse, every movement had a stagnating pain, as if someone had tied his legs with thorns.
Mr. Long pursed his lips tightly. He couldn't see his emotions in his eyes as black as cold pools. He just tried again and again. After a few minutes, he got used to the pain of the movement and slowly put his legs on the ground. on the ground.
He wanted to stand up, but suddenly fell to the ground, the icy ground seemed to be mocking him—
You are just a disabled dragon.
Sadly, he couldn't even get up.
He seems to have lost the ability to control the balance of his body, and is extremely embarrassed.
Mr. Long's eyes dimmed, and after mobilizing the spiritual power in his body, he finally stood up.
The pain has not diminished, but with the help of spiritual power, he seems to have regained some dignity.
Mr. Long's back was straight, and he walked slowly to the edge of the cabinet. His eyes touched the underwear and clothes that his wife bought for him, and his heart softened for a moment.
It turned out that she not only bought him underwear, but also bought him clothes.
Light blue, very nice.
Mr. Long stretched out his long arms, picked up the clothes, and put them on. He wanted to close the cabinet door, but accidentally bumped into her obscene clothes.
The fingertips touched the soft cloth, and the dragon's face suddenly burned.
When he came back to his senses, he had already taken her clothes in his hand.
her, her clothes.
She was not at home.
Mr. Long has a serious expression, staring at the clothes in his hand, as if he is seriously considering whether to start a war with the human race comprehension world this month.
In the shivering Mengmeng perspective—
It was probably a very terrifying dragon, who suddenly got up from the bed and threatened it with an indifferent gaze, then suddenly fell to the ground, and then got up and touched the things of its lovely owner. It was so bad.
"Choo Choo Choo… "
But Mengmeng didn't dare to talk about QAQ, so she could only complain about Mr. Long's behavior in a low voice.
Mr. Long shyly rubbed his wife's clothes, and then put the clothes back with a serious face, controlled his body, and walked a little stiffly in the past two days. around the cub.
He just stood in front of them and watched silently for a while.
The pain in the body was accumulating more and more, and Mr. Long couldn't hold it anymore. He wanted to go back, but suddenly noticed a few senses—
That is,
Three or four guards.
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