Mr. Long waited for a long time until his meridians showed signs of cracking.
Even the overburdened pronucleus in the body showed signs of instability.
He woke up too long today and consumed too much.
"..." Mr. Long's face gradually turned pale, and he was about to be driven mad by the guesses in his mind. He couldn't wait any longer. If Mu Wanwan didn't come back, maybe he was going to find her.
His eyes gradually dimmed, and Mengmeng, who was wearing the Qiankun bag around his neck, was tired of staring at him. He probably felt that the dragon was helpless, and he didn't dare to rub his ears, so he had to lie on the table and nibble on Muwan. The first-order Bixingcao fruit left in front of the door.
After Mengmeng was full, she did not forget the spirit chicken cubs in the yard. She nibbled the remaining peel in her mouth, slowly, supporting a certain dragon when she didn't want to care about it, and quietly walked away from Muwan. Jumped out through the ventilated window.
Mengmeng sent the peel to the cage where the chicken cub was kept, and tweeted her love.
Its more and more rounded body was also stained with a lot of sticky juice, and it also messed up the chicken coop. If Mu Wanwan came back and didn't give it a loving "touch", it would be a ghost.
But Mengmeng is proud. It doesn't mean to dislike the three tender yellow ling chicken cubs. The big black eyes blinked, and he looked at the closed door, and then looked at the chicken cubs who were fighting to eat the peel. , decisively choose to accompany them outside the yard.
So, when Mu Wanwan said goodbye to Hong Ye and pushed open the courtyard door, what he saw was a certain Jiu and three bright yellow ling chickens crowded in a cage, covered in juice and dirt.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
This chirp is really getting more and more courageous.
She was helpless and closed the courtyard door, "Mengmeng, why did you come here?"
Her voice was not loud, but it was enough to make Mr. Long, who was about to become a wife stone, tremble all over—
Madam is back.
Great.
She was fine.
Mr. Long flashed these thoughts quickly, and his heart that had been tense was relieved. He endured the pain and quickly lay down.
Madam is fine.
When he wakes up next time, he will take a good look at her with his divine sense.
Mr. Long wiped the cool sheets with his fingers, his black eyelashes fluttered, and closed his eyes.
…
Mu Wanwan took Mao Jiu out of the pile of spirit chickens. Mengmeng was a lot more fluffy than when she first picked it up. Because it was still a cub, the fur was very soft, which made Mu Wanwan think it was Put on weight.
But when I took a bath last time, Mu Wanwan knew that her hair was not fat, but she was furry _(:з"∠)_
Usually Mao Chiu is a little Chiu who loves cleanliness very much. He usually maintains a chubby and cute image. Today, he suddenly smeared such a sticky layer of mud on the small scarf...
Eh
Why is there still something tied to the little scarf
Mu Wanwan glanced at Mengmeng's neck with a small dirty thing covered with mud tied to her neck, sighed, and returned to the room with Mengmeng in her arms. It should be calm.
She put Mengmeng on the table and put down the backpack before she could look at what was hanging on Mengmeng's neck.
Using a thin needle and thread to tie it to Mao Jiu's small scarf, Mu Wanwan was careful not to hurt Mengmeng's head, and took down the thing that was less than half the size of her palm—
Is an…
Qiankun bag
It's about the same length as the one that Uncle Zong gave her.
Mu Wanwan tentatively input a bit of spiritual power into it, but there was no change. She tried several times without giving up, but there was still no change.
Could it be that this cloth bag just looks like a Qiankun bag
"啾啾!" Mengmeng rubbed Mu Wanwan's hand with her dirty head, her little wings were shaking, and then she was about to jump on the bed where Mr. Long was lying in Mu Wanwan's eyes.
Mu Wanwan put down the Qiankun bag that Mr. Long had worked so hard to get, thinking it was the garbage that Mengmeng didn't know where it came from...
Please forgive me that Wanwan is an inexperienced modern person, not only can't recognize the middle-grade Qiankun bag, but also can't recognize the owner...
And Mr. Long was all about his wife's smiling face after receiving the gift. He didn't think much about this issue.
Therefore, the gift that was finally robbed was placed in its nest like a toy picked up by Mengmeng.
Mu Wanwan washed Mao Jiu, cleaned the cage of the spirit chicken cubs, sorted the things he bought, handled the housework and made dinner.
Now the weather is getting colder and colder, she can cook well, and her hands are like fruit and carrots, so Mu Wanwan now puts away some of the things to be washed and waits for noon to wash together.
She came back late today, and after cultivating a few second-order blue star grasses as food for Mr. Long, she felt very tired. She went to the study and copied a copy of the medicinal formula given by Uncle Zong—
The materials of the first-order Huiling Pill are the first-order Huiling Fruit and the three kinds of plants: bell grass and dredging flower.
Huiling fruit is the main material, dredging flower is used to purify and eliminate impurities, and bell grass is to improve the quality and effect of medicinal herbs.
The materials of the first-order blood coagulation pills are much more complicated. They also need to remove silt flowers and bellflowers, but the main materials are the second-order plants—
Ningxue.
This kind of spiritual plant naturally grows in cold places, and the number is not too large, and the higher-level Ningxue will be guarded by many high-level monsters, and the low-level ones are not difficult to obtain.
Artificial cultivation is also difficult. This time, Mu Wanwan only had fifty Ningxue seeds in his hands.
Ningxue Dan has only one function, that is, high-quality treatment and removal of some negative effects.
It seems that the Spirit Recovering Pill that has no recovery effect is useful, but after thinking about it carefully, you will know the importance of Ningxue Pill.
If two monks of similar strength were exploring outside, they would be bitten by poisonous snakes at the same time when their spiritual power was almost exhausted. If a cultivator eats a spirit-returning pill, the cultivator will recover some spiritual power and can use his spiritual power to resist the snake venom in his body, but in the end, if he finishes eating the pill and does not remove the poison from his body, he may still die.
As for the one who ate Ningxue Dan, although it could not recover any spiritual power, it could completely expel the poison from the body under the action of the medicinal pill.
In general, Ningxue Dan is probably the more versatile detoxification pill plus blood-returning pill, Mu Wanwan thought.
After copying the medicinal herbs, she probably figured out the materials she needed, rubbed her forehead, and finished the cleaning work for the whole family (she, Mao Jiu, and Mr. Long), and was ready to sleep—
She is very tired today, mainly because of her heart. She has a bunch of new things to do tomorrow and wants to rest early.
Mu Wanwan made the bed, and suddenly found that the corner of the quilt covered by Mr. Long moved.
Because she was worried that Mr. Long's tail would be frozen, she folded the quilt every time, but today's quilt seemed to be lifted by someone.
Mu Wanwan's heart jumped. She didn't notice this detail when she came back. Could it be that someone came to bully Mr. Long when she was not at home
Mu Wanwan was a little anxious when she thought of this, and lifted Mr. Long's quilt—
The upper body is wearing the clothes that I changed after the last bath, there is no blood, and the tail is also in good condition. The scales have changed a lot, and some of the withered scales are about to fall off. Compared with Mr. Xiaolong's tail, it lacks some furry tips, is bald and ugly, and is much thicker and larger.
But it was much better than the miserable appearance she first saw.
Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and lightly touched the cold scales. There were no wounds, so it should be fine.
She looked at Mr. Long's wicked handsome face, reached out and touched his furry ears, and tucked his quilt back.
"Chirp~"
Mengmeng was about to fall asleep, but when she saw Mu Wanwan come back, she got up again, flapped her little wings hard, and tried her best to jump on the bed.
Mu Wanwan didn't know what it wanted to do, watched it for a while and pointed to the things in his nest, and then tried hard to point to Mr. Long lying on the bed, chirping and chirping hard.
"Do you want to rub your ears?" Mu Wanwan thought that Mao Chiu wanted to rub Mr. Long's ears. After thinking about it, he decided to satisfy his own little Chiu and took Chiu to the bedside, but Mao Chiu was just very restrained. I rubbed Mr. Long's ear, and started to stamp on his face hard =_=!
Mu Wanwan sighed and patted Mengmeng's head, "Don't make trouble."
Mengmeng is wronged, and Mengmeng doesn't want to talk.
Mengmeng used her butt to face Mu Wanwan.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She is tired.
After turning off the lights, the room suddenly became dark. Mu Wanwan lay down and said softly, "Mr. Long, Mengmeng, good night."
She fell asleep quickly, and the room fell silent.
About two or three hours later, Mr. Long woke up.
He blinked lightly, and his eyes were still normal because of the last time when his golden eyes made Mrs. cry ugly.
It's just that the ugly black and red lines and broken horns on the face were hidden, and the tail of the lower body, he thought about it, was shy and turned into legs.
Although she didn't wear (??) clothes, but through the quilt, she probably wouldn't know.
Mr. Long, the shameless dragon, turned over gently and slowly.
He has very good night vision. When he turned over, he could see Mu Wanwan's quiet sleeping position. She was tightly wrapped in the quilt, and her eyes were a little dark. She must have been too tired recently.
There was a bit of bitterness in his heart. Mr. Long thought about how his wife made money, and he saw it very clearly.
From marrying him to now.
He didn't eat good food, he didn't wear beautiful clothes, he did boring things all day, but he never complained about disliking him.
However, with the things he robbed, she should be able to live a little better.
Mr. Long thought that when he recovered after a while, he would go outside and bring back all the treasures to her.
Mr. Long, the paralyzed dragon, faced his wife's face, his expression remained the same, and the night covered his cheeks that were gradually turning red.
correct.
He asked Mao Jiu to give her the sapphire bracelet, which he wanted to touch—
Although Madam didn't know it was given by him, in Mr. Long's heart, if Mu Wanwan put it on, he would accept him, and he would stay with him in the future, and would be trapped by him.
Quietly, the warm palm reached into Mu Wanwan's bed, and carefully touched the bracelet on her hand.
Um
How not
Mr. Long felt that something was wrong. He reached out his consciousness and found the middle-grade Qiankun bag in Mengmeng's nest, who was sleeping soundly.
Mr. Long: "..."
Dragon be calm!
His dark eyelashes trembled, and then he thought of the reason—
He forgot, the middle-grade Qiankun bag does not need spiritual power like the low-grade one. It needs to use divine sense or a drop of blood to identify the master. Madam should not know.
Mr. Long thought for a while calmly, released his spiritual power, turned Mao Jiu over gently, and then took the Qiankun bag in his hand. Okay, the next step is to take the blood of Mrs.
He gently raised one of Mu Wanwan's arms, and carefully separated out a trace of spiritual power, piercing Mu Wanwan's fingertips like a needle.
The bright red blood slowly poured out, Mr. Long frowned in pain, and quickly took a drop of blood and put it on the Qiankun bag. He couldn't wait to see if he had successfully recognized the Lord. Instead, he leaned over and put her fingertips in the bag. into his mouth and licked it lightly.
Dragon saliva can speed up wound healing.
He swore he didn't think about anything when he was doing this.
But after licking, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the whole dragon was about to burn.
It's not that Mu Wanwan was completely unconscious. She felt that someone was messing with her arm, and her fingertips were hot, as if they were soaked in something warm. She moved her fingers subconsciously...
The author has something to say: Mr. Long (with a blushing face and fireworks in his head): "Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?"
The talking version of Da Mao Tweeted Mengmeng (→_→): "You are a licking dragon, you are on the bed, you are licking your wife, oh, what a shameless dragon."