Mu Wanwan said softly, half-guessed and half-dazed, a smile appeared on his lips, and his eyebrows were curved.
The study was lit and warm, and Mr. Long only saw that there seemed to be golden stars in her eyes, and that smile pierced into his heart at once.
Madam usually doesn't laugh much, because it's not necessary. After all, life is not an easy thing for her, except for occasional laughs when she is playing with bad chirps. The time he wakes up is relatively short, usually at night, and he basically never sees her smile.
Her smile made Mr. Long feel ashamed, embarrassed, and furious. He was instantly smoothed out by her smile, and he was extremely obedient.
Mr. Long's dark eyes brightened slightly, and there was little joy. He lightly felt the dry feeling on his tail. He didn't know why he was in a state of mind. He slightly tilted his tail and swayed it from side to side.
If only the tip of his tail was still there, Mr. Long thought, the tip of his tail was also furry, she would love it.
pity…
He lowered his eyelids slightly, where he is now.
All that was left was the ugly and broken tail that had just grown blood and flesh.
…
Mu Wanwan laughed for a while, carefully rolled up the parchment, and prepared to take it back to the room to put it away.
She thinks Mr. Long is really funny. This is something written down a long time ago, right? Even if the words are ugly, the content still makes her laugh.
Although it was a short line, she seemed to have seen Mr. Long.
Mu Wanwan didn't delay for too long, took the pen and paper and left the study.
It was getting colder, Mu Wanwan finished his work, took a bath, and brought the cages of the spirit chickens to the kitchen. Now that it's getting colder outside, they grow slowly and get sick easily outside.
Mengmeng is still raised in the house and enjoys the same treatment as Mr. Long∩_∩
After cultivating a lot of spiritual plants, it was already late at night.
Mu Wanwan added a little lamp oil, took out the pen and paper that he brought back during the day, and began to record some experiences of failed alchemy.
Mengmeng tried her best to accompany her at first, using Mao Mao's body to warm her arms by her hand, but then she became more and more sleepy, and her head became less and less. Mu Wanwan couldn't watch it anymore, and after recording another one, he was about to turn his head to call Mengmeng, when he found that it had fallen asleep on his arm.
The increasingly fat body is hairy and warm, and the cute Mu Wanwan's heart is about to melt. She carefully holds Mengmeng in her hand, puts Mao Jiu in its nest, and covers it with a small blanket.
Mu Wanwan finished all this naturally, and was ready to go to sleep. She stretched and turned her back to Mr. Long. After stretching, she took off her clothes again. She was wearing only a light underwear. She was ready to When the lights were turned off, I felt something was wrong.
Oops, she forgot that Mr. Long was awake in the middle of the night!
Then when she just stretched, did she indulge herself too much and undress with the light on...
Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot, he felt very ashamed, and his movements slowed down a lot.
She already knew what he thought about her, and she was not a saint, so how could she have no intentions, she still wanted to maintain the aloofness of the little fairy in Mr. Long's heart.
Mu Wanwan slowly climbed onto the bed, lifted the quilt, and quickly buried himself, holding the quilt with both hands, and after thinking about it, he stuck his head out slightly, and glanced in his direction, it was late at night. , the room was very dark.
However, her night vision ability is much better than before. Looking at him like this, it is no longer the blurry silhouette it used to be. His long hair spreads out on the pillow and is covered with curse lines, but he can still see the curvature of his side face clearly. The horns are hideous and mutilated.
Looking at it this way, it's really kind of scary.
Mu Wanwan didn't think that she had looked at this face for a long time.
Mu Wanwan whispered, "Mr. Long... good night."
She closed her eyes and got ready to sleep.
In fact, she has gradually figured out a certain dragon's routine. Although there is still a lot of strangeness, in her heart, he is no longer the cruel and indifferent image that he said outside. The words made her feel at ease.
Mu Wanwan even thought that he would not hurt herself, even if she really slept next to Mr. Long who was awake, there would be no problem.
She knew she shouldn't think that way, it was so inattentive!
But she always felt that what happened to the kind-hearted Mr. Long when she was a child, what happened to the tyrant in the mouths of outsiders. The original text did not describe Mr. Long's specific things, but only labelled him a cruel and murderous label.
If misunderstood, Mr. Long is really a pitiful dragon.
She is now his nominal wife, and he hasn't forgiven her. If she also guards him, will he be very sad
Mu Wanwan didn't know what the hell she was thinking about. During the day, alchemy took too much effort from her. This time, she really fell asleep.
Mr. Long also woke up as always. The pronucleus in his body was about to be successfully connected. In about half a month, he would be able to restore 50% of his strength.
Mr. Long sat up softly, his articulated palms gently lifted the long hair that was blocking her forehead, and slowly smoothed the folds between her brows that had been twisted up because of the constant failures. The slightly hot body temperature made Mu. The bend shrank uncomfortably.
His consciousness swept over the things recorded by the lady on the table, and the corners of his lips raised.
Alchemy is not just about melting all the ingredients and combining them together. Although he is not very good at alchemy, he also knows some simple steps.
In a plant, there are the most essential parts and the parts that contain a lot of impurities. When smelting, you need to remove those parts that are obviously interfering. Then, when merging, you have to pay attention and carefully feel the different spiritual plants. fine impurities.
So…
Mr. Long is a little distressed. How can he tell his wife what he knows
Long thought for a long time and came up with a plan.
So when Mu Wanwan woke up early the next morning, he found that there were several corpses of spirit plants on the table! body!
She woke up with a heartache.
Not a single one of the Huiling bellflower and the dredging flower ran away, but why, there is still a corpse of Ningxue that has not bloomed!
She was about to cry, and she looked a little dumbfounded at the appearance of the several spiritual plants that were neatly placed on the table being dismantled into several parts, her hands were shaking—
This is at least three or four low-grade spirit stones, QAQ
Mu Wanwan didn't care about the thought of "I'm sorry if Mr. Long will see her disheveled when he wakes up", so he got up in a hurry, but he didn't have time to put on his clothes, and immediately sent wood-type spiritual power, wanting to see See if there is any way to recover it.
but…
It was too late, Ningxue's flower buds were all withered, and the petals of the dredging flower turned yellow.
Mu Wanwan is also withered, and the four low-grade spirit stones can all buy half a catty of second-order spirit cattle bones and come back to make soup.
She patted her cheek, put her clothes on, and didn't dare to look at the wreckage on the table. After finishing the morning's necessary work, cleaning and feeding, she felt that she had recovered a little.
Only then did she have the intention to notice that the plants on the table had been dismantled into several sections. The method was precise. Although the fractures were not neat, they seemed to have been deliberately torn into irregular shapes, including in Mengmeng's nest. Every plant has good leaves, as if they were afraid of missing one.
When Mu Wanwan first got up, he really thought it was Mengmeng, but now, if you look closely, it doesn't seem like she was bitten off by Mengmeng
Mengmeng also recovered her spirits, got rid of the leaves wrapped around her body, jumped to the side of Mu Wanwan, blinked Meng Meng's big eyes, and sent out a sonic attack, "Tweet Tweet ~"
It tilted its small head, as if to say—
Mengmeng is so cute, how can you suspect that Mengmeng must not do it!
Mu Wanwan silently withdrew her skeptical gaze, feeling that she was really inappropriate, Mengmeng was really good, and she would never secretly destroy Lingzhi.
She had been worried about this issue before, but Mengmeng had special rules. It would be fun to pick up the leaves of two seedlings at most, and it would generally not destroy the spiritual plant.
If it's not Mengmeng, then...
His eyes moved to the face of a dragon who was honestly pretending to be like that, and Mu Wanwan smiled.
If it's not Jiu, it must be a dragon, is it still a chicken cub!
But why did Mr. Long disassemble Lingzhi on the table like this
Demonstration? No no, not possible.
Bored and want to play grass? Hmm... Will Mr. Long have this hobby
Mu Wanwan thought of Mr. Xiaolong, who was silently rubbing wood in the "home" in the dark alley, and his heart ached. He didn't like playing with these things. He just stayed in a daze and waited for the dragon eggs to hatch.
The sadness dissipated the anger in his heart because of the loss of Lingzhi, Mu Wan glanced at the records he had spread on the table, looked at the plants that had been dismantled into many sections, and began to think hard—
There must be a reason why Mr. Long would do this. Did he want to remind her of something
what
She was thinking, and so was Mengmeng. Mengmeng was a smart little chirp. In the morning, she found that there was grass in her fragrant nest. coming.
It's a dragon, it must be a bad dragon, and he wants to take the blame for Jiu, and he is eloquent.
But Long would never have imagined that not only did he not let Mengmeng take the blame, but he also added a lot of snacks!
"Tweet!" Mengmeng patted Mu Wanwan's arm, Little Wing pointed to the plants on the table, and tweeted twice that she wanted to eat.
Mu Wanwan was worried and didn't notice Mengmeng. When she came back to her senses, Mengmeng was already eating Ningxue's buds.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
"Chirp~"
good to eat! Mengmeng tweeted contentedly, and after nibbling all Ningxue's flower buds, she thought about it, and ran to peck open the peel of Huilingguo and eat the pulp.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She couldn't help but want to beat both Jiu and Long, "Mengmeng!"
When Mao Jiu heard her voice, he innocently turned around his chubby little body and looked at her several times.
Mu Wanwan lost her temper, "Okay, I'll give it to you."
Sitting on the stool, she watched Mengmeng finish chewing the pulp of Huilingguo, leaving the peel and core, and then nibbled the flower heart of the dredging flower, and then held her belly that seemed full. Turned over and lay on the table, hiccups several times.
Mu Wanwan was speechless. She picked up Ningxue's rhizome, which was specially separated, and handed it to Mengmeng's mouth. Mengmeng took a bite and didn't want to eat it.
She laughed angrily, took Ningxue's leaf again, and handed it to the big brother's mouth.
Mu Wanwan was about to suspect that Ningxue's leaves had grown. They all grew from a single plant. How could they be treated so differently from petals
She scratched Mengmeng's little belly angrily, and chirped it, watching Mengmeng rolling around in confusion, she suddenly felt blessed—
Could it be that not every part of Lingzhi can be used for pills
She moved in her heart and stared at several spiritual plants on the table, and found that Ningxue was divided into three parts, flowers, rhizomes and leaves.
According to Mengmeng's attitude, it is estimated that Ningxue's flowers are the best, the roots and stems have impurities, and the leaves are useless.
Yes, impurities!
Mu Wanwan suddenly realized that Mr. Long took the spiritual plant apart just to tell her that not every part of a plant can be used.
Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan immediately took down notes. She first wrote down the useful places of Ningxue, and marked the to-be-experimentation behind the rhizomes.
Then she observed the Huiling Fruit again, took the parts separated by Mr. Long and tried it on Mengmeng's mouth in turn, and finally wrote-
"Hui Lingguo: The pulp can be used, the roots and leaves look impurity, and the peel and core are not available."
"Little bell grass: The rhizomes on the lower side cannot be used."
"Desilted flower: the flower heart is available, the roots, stems and leaves have impurities, and the petals are not available."
By the time everything was recorded, Mengmeng was already a waste, with little wings covering her eyes and pretending to be dead.
After Mu Wanwan finished writing, she couldn't wait to try it. Seeing Mengmeng's appearance, she couldn't help laughing twice and patted her head.
She was in a good mood, and her cheeks warmed. Thinking about it, Mr. Long wanted to remind herself that alchemy still needs to pay attention to these issues, right
How does he know what's bothering him? Did you wake up at night and see what she wrote down? Did he always care about her affairs
Thinking so, Mr. Long seems to be really kind to her.
Although she was hiding something from her, it still made her feel a sense of security and warmth.
There is a little inexplicable feeling in my heart, like eating a wisp of marshmallow, just a small wisp, like a floating cloud, the entrance melts, although it is just that little, it is sweet and light.
Mu Wanwan's cheeks were slightly red, and after thinking about it, he still picked up the pen, and next to the three records, in a smaller font than before, slowly wrote a line of beautiful small characters—
"Mr. Long, you are really a good dragon."
The author has something to say: Mu Wanwan: "You are a good dragon."
Mr. Long: "???"
Good dragon card, sad good real QAQ