When Mu Wanwan completely woke up from the epiphany, it was already three days later in the afternoon.
As soon as she regained consciousness, she felt that the pores all over her body were covered with something, which made her very uncomfortable. When she opened her eyes, she saw a pile of seedlings and discarded seeds in front of her.
There were only a few seeds left on the table and on the ground. There were seedlings and buds waiting to bloom. At first glance, it was impossible to estimate the number.
Mu Wanwan touched his face, greasy and dirty in his hand.
This practice is about advanced again
She hurriedly looked inside her body—
Originally, most of the spiritual energy in the dantian had been liquefied, but it turned into a small golden core.
Not big, not even particularly complete, the shape is not perfect, but it is really solid, a semi-circular golden core with several holes missing is suspended in her dantian, surrounded by dense aura, a little bit swirls around the side of Jindan.
Done!
Did she, she just become a third-order cultivator
Doesn't it mean that it is very, very difficult to go from foundation building to golden pill, and the success rate is low and painful without the help of pills? How does she feel that it's not that difficult
After a brief period of surprise and shock, Mu Wanwan suddenly became happy, even a little complicated—
She never thought that she would have such an extraordinary talent. At first, she just thought that her spiritual power might be a little special, but she did not expect that she could complete the feat of no pills, no spirit stones, and painless epiphany upgrades.
But before she was happy for a long time, Mengmeng's resentment-filled chirps woke her to her senses.
"啾..." Mengmeng YouQi slumped on her half-dark nest, and the small scarf was also a little dark, so the whole Chiu couldn't be wronged.
Mu Wanwan's heart softened, even though Mengmeng stained her nest, she wasn't very angry, she was dirty all over now.
"Tweet!" Mengmeng tweeted loudly, and then covered her head with her little wings, as if it was an indifferent tweet who didn't want to pay attention to Mu Wanwan.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She has been raising Chiu for a while, and she is more familiar with Mengmeng's petty temper than Mr. Long. It can be seen from Mengmeng's current performance that she is very unhappy.
In fact, Mengmeng has never been an ordinary tweet in her heart. Its spirituality is much higher than that of modern cats and dogs, and it can even express her emotions. This time, Mengmeng was 80% angry because she had an epiphany and ignored it for several days.
In terms of food, Mu Wanwan is not too worried about Mengmeng being hungry. She sometimes cultivates some seeds of Bixingcao and Baizhenguo between the cultivation of spiritual plants. The surplus food at home is enough for Mengmeng to eat for ten days. .
However, coaxing is still coaxing.
Mu Wanwan carefully avoided the seedlings on the ground, took out a second-order green star grass seed from the Qiankun bag, walked straight to Mao Jiu's side, and carefully poked its little wings, Mengmeng was awkward for a while, and then Carefully stick his head out and look at her with open eyes.
Mu Wanwan spread out the seeds in her palm, and she was still a little uncomfortable when she was running the spiritual power, but soon, her palm radiated a lustrous green light.
That green star grass seed, which had to grow in the soil, just broke out of the shell and slowly grew into a tender seedling. In Mengmeng's eyes, a little bit, it became translucent, more than before. Bigger and more fragrant fruit!
Mengmeng is useless, Mengmeng decided to surrender to the food force _(:з"∠)_
Mao Jiu climbed up slowly, stretched out his small wings and hugged the fruit that was about to be the size of its body, dragged it back with force, and with too much force, fell a somersault and let out a scream of "chirp".
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Bu Xing, Mengmeng has self-esteem, she has to hold back and stop laughing.
Mengmeng was stunned by the fall, and was stunned for a few seconds before she got up. She chirped a little, didn't care about Mu Wanwan, and walked forward with difficulty holding the fruit.
Mu Wanwan felt that if it left again, it would soon repeat the tragedy just now. Although Mengmeng looked so cute, she couldn't let it be brave.
"Where do Mengmeng want to go?" Mu Wanwan carefully ignored Mao Jiu's little resistance, and held Jiu together with the fruit in his hand.
"啾..." Mengmeng's resistance was ineffective, she put down the fruit she was holding, and pointed to the door.
The various seedlings scattered on the ground that Mu Wanwan went around came to the yard with Mao Jiu—
She saw at a glance, a few ling chicken cubs in the cage.
They are crowded together, their bodies are dirty, and there are several peels in the cage that have been broken and exude an unpleasant smell...
When a few chicks saw Mengmeng, they immediately became excited and scrambled to squeeze forward.
"Chiu." Mao Chiu was also responding to them. Hearing the lively chirping in his ears, Mu Wanwan immediately guessed what was going on. He blamed himself and felt more distressed for Mao Chiu in his hand.
No wonder Mengmeng was unhappy. She used to feed these chicks on time before, and she didn't prepare some spiritual rice for these chicks in advance. I'm afraid they didn't starve to death these days thanks to Mengmeng's relief.
Mu Wanwan felt a pain in her heart, put Mengmeng on the ground, and nodded her head, "Mengmeng, thank you."
She still left the time to Xiao Jiu, took a bath first, and then hurried to work while it was still dark. After a few days of epiphany, there were a lot of things at home.
—Mengmeng tweeted doubtfully, and then saw Mu Wanwan walking back, forget it, what the two-legged beast was thinking, he didn’t care and didn’t want to know! snort!
But Mu Wanwan walked away, but it was still, looking back at her cautiously, seeing that the two-legged beast didn't look back, and became angry again.
Mu Wanwan said that she was really aggrieved, she just wanted to hurry up.
Before taking a bath, Mu Wanwan wanted to take off the sapphire bracelet on his wrist, but he didn't know what was going on, the bracelet couldn't be pulled off.
I didn't know it was from Mr. Long, but she really liked this beautiful bracelet.
Now, knowing that it was given by him, and I still can't take it off, I feel a little subtler. Mu Wanwan wiped her hair to half dry, and started to clean up the house—
First, she cleaned up the seedlings on the ground and on the table. She had used up a few packets of seeds. After finishing cleaning, Mu Wanwan counted them. Among them, there were seventeen seedlings of the second-order Ningxue alone.
You know, she could only cultivate two Ningxue at most one day.
There are also about 200 seedlings of bellflower and dredging flowers together, and there are also 70 or 80 seedlings of Huilingguo.
Mu Wanwan packed up to the end, the newly bought flowerpots were not enough, so she had to plant the seedlings of the same type together, sprinkle a bag of spiritual soil with rain and dew, and then put a pot of flowerpots with seedlings in place.
The rows of neatly arranged seedlings swayed with the cold evening wind. Mu Wanwan looked at them and showed a rich smile.
These are not seedlings swaying in the wind, these are spirit stones!
Crystal clear, spiritual stone that can be bought for anything!
With so many seedlings, even if she didn't refine them into medicinal pills, she could just sell them, and Ningxue alone would be enough for her.
Her spiritual power is very abundant now, which is enough to ripen the seedlings while refining alchemy. Originally, according to her previous strength, it would take half a day just to collect the materials for a pot of spirit pills.
It's different now, she has a lot of seedlings ヽ(^▽^)ノ
She will try it according to the medicine pill recipe tomorrow to see if she can make medicine pills. If she can, the value of the seedlings in front of her will be doubled again!
This time she went out to make money, she must buy some clothes for herself, and Mr. Long...
Mr. Long's pale face suddenly appeared in his mind, and Mu Beng was a little uncomfortable—
She just bought him a coat... I used to think that he wouldn't wake up again. He bought so many clothes in a half-dragon state and couldn't wear them, so he didn't do it.
But now... he's awake, which is intriguing.
Mu Wanwan thought for a while, this time, let's add two more clothes to Mr. Long.
…
After cleaning up the seedlings and the house, Mu Wanwan glanced at the sky, and rushed to wash Mao Jiu, a few chickens, and dirty clothes.
Perhaps because of the advanced level, her cold resistance is much higher. The realm has risen to a certain point, and there are many things that can be learned without a teacher. Mu Wanwan tentatively wraps a layer of spiritual power on his hand, like a pair of cold gloves, making the cold water change. must be acceptable.
After washing a lot of clothes, it was getting dark, Mu Wanwan calculated that according to the time, she should drag her tired body to prepare dinner after her spiritual energy was drained.
But not only is she not tired or hungry today, but she also feels in good spirits, which should also be a benefit after advanced.
A cultivator, in the first-order qi-refining stage, will be much stronger than ordinary people, with a lifespan of 100-150. After entering the foundation building, that is, the second level, the demand for food will not be so strong, and relying on the bigu pill can not eat for a long time, and the life expectancy is 200-300.
Becoming a third-order monk is considered to be extremely talented in the human race, and the need for food has become dispensable, so it is not a problem for her to not cook now.
Mu Wanwan didn't cook either. She cultivated several second-order Baizhenguo, ate one for herself, kept one for Mengmeng, and fed the rest to the dragon.
It's still the familiar process of feeding the dragon, but Mu Wanwan's mentality has changed a lot. Every time she accidentally touches his lips, it will be very, very awkward. I don't know if it's more shameful or more numb.
Just feeding her so embarrassingly depends on her instinct. If this person deliberately doesn't wake up in a few days, she will change his clothes, wash his hair, bathe and rub his tail...
Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot, and she bit her lip—
This dragon shouldn't be so shameless, he, maybe he will find out that she is pretending to sleep tonight.
However, Wanwan completely overestimated Mr. Long. When night fell, the ambiguous lights in the house went out, Mao Jiu and she were "sleeping", and Mr. Long woke up quietly.
In the past few days, because of the epiphany of his wife, he simply wakes up at night to see if she has progressed from the state of epiphany.
Tonight is the same, the consciousness circled around and stayed on the bulging quilt of Mu Wanwan.
Madam came out of the epiphany state, Madam advanced, Madam slept beside him.
Mr. Long's thinking is quick, and he suddenly becomes happy—
He could finally touch her.
Well, the first step is to make yourself look better.
Mr. Long's long eyelashes flashed, and in the next instant, he turned into a human shape and moved quietly.
Mu Wanwan is no longer a second-tier Mu Wanwan, she is more sensitive than before, she will know as soon as Mr. Long moves.
The heartbeat is a little faster, but after the last experience of pretending to sleep, she has calmed down a lot.
In fact, when she slept tonight, in order not to have something particularly embarrassing happen at night, she buried her head halfway under the quilt this time.
So it is even more difficult for Mr. Long to touch Mrs.
A certain dragon, who was a little shy and panicked when he was doing something wrong, just naively thought his wife was a little cold tonight _(:з」∠)_
In fact, Long knew that the wife of a third-tier powerhouse must be easily awakened, but he knew the taste and was lucky—
After all, she had never woken up before, she was sound asleep, he lightened, he lightly.
He secretly heated himself with spiritual power, and then slowly, little by little, put his palm over.
Then…
I accidentally touched her waist...
Forgive her for sleeping on her side and facing Mr. Long tonight, with both hands on her chest.
So Mr. Long was very troublesome, looking for Mrs.'s hand for a long time, but finally touched her waist.
His touch was very light, her palms were hot, her waist was smeared and itchy, she bowed slightly in almost conditioned reflex, and forcibly suppressed the urge to escape.
Mr. Long also realized what this softness was different from his palm almost the moment he touched her waist, and immediately retracted his palm as if it had been set on fire.
He, he, he didn't mean to.
However, it was very soft and very flirting with the dragon, and the dragon could hardly breathe.
Mu Wanwan's expression is very complicated, and she doesn't understand Mr. Long very well anymore.
"Madam..." After a long time, Mr. Long murmured, slowly, as if it was hard to say, "I..."
"I want to kiss you."
Mu Wanwan was shocked. Before she could react, she listened to his hoarse voice and tried her best to restrain herself, "It won't hurt you."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Mu Wanwan: "???"
pain? Why does kissing hurt... Could it be...
She endured the strange feeling in her heart, and her ears reddened silently—
No, it's a little too fast, and she's not ready to fulfill her husband and wife obligations.
As a result, Mu Wanwan waited for a long time before she felt that her quilt had been gently tossed open. The cold air from the outside hit her face, making her tremble inexplicably.
She was a little nervous and her hands were shaking. Why didn't Mr. Long find out that she was awake
She didn't know that Mr. Long was more nervous than she was, and he slowly approached her.
Until the breaths smell each other and the nose tips touch each other.
His long eyelashes swept across her cheeks, and the itchy person wanted to reach out and scratch. The sound of breathing gradually warmed up in my ears, which was very uncomfortable.
Mu Wanwan endured this sour feeling for ten minutes, and the dragon's breath made her lips look like moisturizing lipstick.
The shyness gradually faded away, she just wanted to press Mr. Long's head and let him kiss him quickly, she really wanted to scratch her face! qwq
Mr. Long also prepared himself in this long dark night, and finally summoned up his courage—
Gently, gently, he pressed his lips to hers.
It quickly separated in just one click, like a soft feather, swaying gently with the wind and drifting away.
The author has something to say: Mr. Long's heart: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah."
Mu Wanwan's heart: "My face is so itchy and I want to scratch it, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. Hmmm??? Kiss is over???"