I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Chapter 61: Sixty-one dragons

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Mu curved his fingers around the edge of the curtain cap, his eyes lit up—

The appearance of the dwarves is slightly different from what is described in some of them. Their average height is about 1.23 meters, but not all dwarves have green skin, strong bodies and ugly faces.

Mu Wanwan was in a row of male dwarves, and saw a dwarf girl who could be said to be very cute. Her skin was a bit rough, but her face was not ugly. .

The entrance fee for the bazaar opened by humans and dwarves is indeed much more expensive than that of the elves. In the past, the first-order monks of the elves only needed an entry fee of two silver coins. When they reached the second-order, they only doubled to four silver coins. . Who knows, on the Terran side, the first-order needs three, the second-order six, and the third-order soars directly to a low-grade spirit stone.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed. The last spare spirit stone on her body bribed Hongye in the morning. She was a little embarrassed, "Can I use silver coins instead?" A young human female cultivator received her, and she raised her eyebrows when she heard this. , but still maintained his demeanor, "Okay, and also, are you going to set up a stall? You need to pay extra for the items."

Mu Wanwan put the back basket in front of him, "It's just some ordinary vegetables and first-order spiritual plants."

The female cultivator glanced at it, and her face became obviously cold, "The entry fee is fifteen silver coins, and the items in the back basket have to be paid for the stall fee of one silver coin."

"Fifteen?" Mu Wanwan was a little unhappy. Although there is indeed a certain exchange rate when converting spirit stones into coins, the exchange rate of low-grade spirit stones into silver coins is generally one to eleven, and a little higher to one to twelve. Asking such a high price is obviously to kill her.

Or rather, embarrass her.

"Fifteen." The female cultivator rolled her eyes at her, obviously impatient.

"According to the proportion, I should only receive thirteen silver coins." Mu Wanwan endured, trying to reason.

"Oh." The female nun just raised her eyebrows, "If you don't want to, don't stand here, there are many people waiting in line."

After listening to her words, Mu Wanwan understood. The female cultivator was probably really upset with her and felt a little angry, but the situation was stronger than others. She had to go to see Uncle Zong, so she didn't continue to argue with her. Fifteen silver coins were handed to her.

"Heh." The female cultivator took the money and waved her hand to signal the people behind her to let her in. Mu Wanwan heard her laugh when she was about to walk away, "The third-order cultivator wears so dirty clothes, and still sells vegetables? Eighty percent of the time it's useless. loose repair."

Mu Wanwan squeezed the wooden sign he just received, and a coldness appeared on his lips—

She is indeed a loose cultivator, but I didn't expect these people to judge based on her appearance alone. Wouldn't it be too much

Mu Wanwan squeezed his sleeves, feeling a little unhappy. After searching the street and the information left by Uncle Zong before, he began to look for the shop opened by Uncle Zong and his friends.

The bazaar opened by humans and dwarves will also be very lively. Compared with the fairs of the elves, there are many more weapon shops, and the owners of the weapon shops are mostly dwarves.

After passing a few weapon shops, Mu Wanwan found that these shops are also graded. Some dwarves dressed as blacksmiths specialize in mortal business, and some shops are larger, and most of them are filled with flying swords. Such items should be for monk service.

Mu Wanwan walked for a while, and after a lot of turns, he finally found the shop opened by Uncle Zong and his friends. It was not as remote as the elf market, but the location was not particularly good, and there were not many people.

When she passed by, Uncle Zong happened to be outside the shop, and his eyes lit up when he saw her greeting her.

"Girl, you are here."

The two entered the store, and Uncle Zong turned the machine off and took her into a yard behind the store.

Aunt Yun and another female orc were sitting on the stool, with an orc about the size of Uncle Zong standing beside him.

"This is my brother of life and death, you can call him Uncle Chen." Uncle Zong introduced with a smile, "This is the talented girl I mentioned before."

Mu Wanwan smiled at the orc, and called Uncle Chen. Seeing that he didn't know what to call him, he thought of Yilong Yijiu who was waiting for her to feed him at home, and his heart moved, "Just call me a little money."

Uncle Zong was also a little surprised, "Little money?"

Mu Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled, "Well, who is this?"

The female orc sitting next to Aunt Yun also smiled kindly at her, "Just call me Aunt Hua."

"Aunt Hua."

After a few people were simply polite, Mu Wanwan didn't waste time. In the eyes of Uncle Zong and others who were expecting and embarrassed to say, he directly took out the Qiankun bag.

"Aunt Yun, this is the spiritual plant that I cultivated for you. I have a little chance this time, and my strength has made a breakthrough." Mu Wanwan has cultivated fifteen second-order blue star grass and fifteen plants for Aunt Yun. The second-order hundreds of precious fruits were taken out from the Qiankun bag.

Uncle Zong looked at Lingzhi, who was much better than before, his face flushed with excitement, and he said several times in a row, "Okay!"

Not only him, but even Uncle Chen, who seemed a little silly before, opened his eyes slightly, and a light flashed in his eyes, "This is second-order? Isn't it third-order and fourth-order?"

Uncle Zong laughed and patted his shoulder, giving him a mocking look, "Didn't you believe it before!"

Uncle Chen was a little embarrassed, "I don't know..."

Aunt Hua was also very happy, she held Aunt Yun's hand, "Yun'er, that's great."

Mu Wanwan touched his face, "Uncle Zong, that medicine pill..."

Before she could finish her words, Uncle Zong interrupted her. He looked at her seriously with brown eyes, and wiped his face with his big hand, "Girl, listen to me."

Mu Wanwan thought what was wrong, and nodded to signal him to continue.

"In fact, people are not omnipotent, each of us has our own good and bad things, it's nothing..."

He said, looking at Aunt Yun as if asking for help.

Aunt Yun took the words decisively, "Yes, this medicine pill is not necessary for us. We are very happy that you can bring so many spiritual plants. You need to take it to your heart..."

Mu Wanwan couldn't help laughing when she heard this, co-authoring the couple had already prepared for her failure. Even so, they were willing to let her try. Feeling warm in his heart, Mu Wanwan couldn't bear to see them continue to comfort him, so he took out the medicinal pills that had been packaged before, and put them one by one on the table.

Every time she put a bottle, the sound of comfort from the two of them became weaker. When she put the twelve bottles of Hui Lingdan neatly on the table, there was only the sound of inhaling in the yard except for the wind.

"There are only twelve bottles of Huiling Pill, and there are three scattered ones. I put them in this smaller bottle." Mu Wanwan said, and took out the Ningxue Pill, "This bottle contains Ningxue. Dan."

"Damn it." Uncle Zong couldn't hold it anymore, the animal patterns on his face came out, not the three that Mu Wanwan had seen before, but four semi-bright red marks, "You also made Ningxue. Dan!?"

Mu Wanwan was taken aback by the animal pattern on his face, and nodded after realizing it, "But only two were made."

"Two!" Aunt Yun is not calm now, "Are you talking about two Ningxue Dan?"

Mu Wanwan admitted generously, "Yes, first-order, look at Aunt Yun."

She handed the porcelain-white jade bottle to Aunt Yun.

Aunt Yun shook her hands and carefully opened the jade bottle, the strong medicinal fragrance wafted out immediately, and she immediately sealed the jade bottle again. On the other hand, Uncle Chen also opened a small bottle of Huiling Pill, which was sealed after a while, showing a hearty smile, "Brother Lei, you have found a treasure this time."

"The quality of this rank Huiling Pill is much better than the average one. I suggest pricing a half-mid-grade spirit stone." Uncle Chen resumed his smile, "I can feel that the medicinal power inside is very pure, and the impurities are very high. few."

Uncle Zong looked complicated. While smiling proudly with Uncle Chen, he felt a little pain in his face—

He was bragging with his buddies only yesterday, saying that Mu Wanwan could bring more than a dozen Spiritual Returning Pills this time, but Ningxue Pill probably did not.

As a result, when he turned his head, he brought more than one hundred pieces, and there was also Ningxue Dan. He felt very embarrassed when he smiled at his friend who didn't know whether he was mocking or envious.

However, happiness still accounted for the most, and he had just lost his temper, revealing his true strength.

Mu Wanwan also noticed it, but she didn't say it. After she advanced in strength, she guessed that Uncle Zong could not only have the strength of Tier 3. She guessed Tier 4 at the time. Now it seems that Uncle Zong should be Tier 4. A powerhouse approaching the fifth rank.

For a first-order cultivator, a mid-grade spirit stone might be her entire net worth. Second-order monks are not rich, and it is not bad for all their net worth to have a dozen or so middle-grade spirit stones.

But to the third-order, financial resources have a breakthrough leap, a little accumulation of third-order monks, there may be one or two treasures.

She had previously thought that Uncle Zong had shops in both markets, and he was more generous in his actions. It should be more than the third tier, but now it really is. She can't sense Uncle Zong's breath now, I'm afraid it's stronger than what the animal pattern shows.

"Little Qian, what do you think about you and us two or eight?" Uncle Chen said, "You eight, we two."

Uncle Zong also responded, "Yes, although we help sell and provide the materials for the seeds, but these are nothing, you Uncle Zong, I will count it as 10%, and the remaining 10% is labor fees."

Mu Wanwan shook his head, "Uncle Zong, the seeds are not so good, and how can it be so easy to sell, I think it's four or six points?"

Yun'er glared, you said nonsense, "The alchemists they worked with in the past were all 19 points, 28 points were all taking advantage of you, you still think about 4 or 6, are you stupid?"

Mu Wanwan: "..."

It was the first time she saw Aunt Yun who spoke so sharply and energetically, and she was a little speechless for a while.

A few people talked about the issue of splitting again. In the end, Uncle Zong and the others couldn't beat her.

Uncle Zong calculated the money for the medicine pill she brought this time in advance, deducted the cost at Mu Wanwan's strong request, and then gave her the spirit stone.

"The spirit stones of Bixingcao and Baizhenguo offset the material cost this time and last time. One bottle of Huiling Pill earns one half-mid-grade spirit stone. Of your twelve bottles, 70% is about 13 yuan. Mid-grade spirit stones, plus the priceless Ningxue Dan, I will give you fifteen middle-grade spirit stones in total." Uncle Zong counted, and handed Mu Wanwan a small cloth bag, "I'll change it for you. With some low-grade spirit stones and silver coins, it will be more convenient for you to use."

Mu Wanwan was not embarrassed, and took the bag of spirit stones, which was a bit heavy, with a little excitement.

According to the price here, a low-grade spirit stone is about one hundred soft sister coins, and a middle-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for about fifteen yuan.

Although it is said that the value of Lingshi cannot be equal to that of Soft Girl Coin, and a part must be set aside for Mr. Long to absorb, but after doing this calculation, Mu Wanwan feels that he is really rich.

She felt that the clothes that were too expensive to buy before, the sweet and greasy cakes that she had always wanted to make, and the spiritual flesh of the second-order, third-order, or even fourth-order could be arranged.

"Girl." Seeing that she was a little excited, Uncle Zong tapped her cap, "Don't think this is a lot of money."

Mu Wanwan responded with a sound, and her voice was a little floating.

Uncle Zong sighed, but stopped talking about money, and tapped her wrist, "I saw it before, where did you get this bracelet from?"

Mu Wanwan pouted for a while, and for some reason, he said, "My husband gave it to me."

As soon as she finished speaking, her entire face flushed red, as if she had been burned by fire. It was so hot that she subconsciously looked down at her toes.

What's the matter, Mr. Long called Mrs. for a few nights, why did she really regard him as her husband? Apparently he hasn't really spoken yet.

Her voice fell, and at first glance, the expressions of Uncle Zong and Aunt Yun changed a bit.

Feeling a little nervous, Mu Wanwan asked, "Yes, is it something bad?"

Aunt Yun couldn't hold back, she burst into a smile, and she smiled happily, and a trace of blood returned to her pale face, "No no no, your husband has a heart."

Giving her a talisman that her brother Lei would take a lot of effort to break, this value is thousands of times more expensive than the spiritual stone that this silly girl earned through alchemy.

Uncle Zong couldn't help but laugh a little, but he didn't pick on it without fun. After all, this might be a couple's love interest. "It's a very good little thing, wear it."

Mu Wanwan touched the cool sapphire bracelet, and in her mind was Mr. Long's fluffy ears that kept shaking. She suddenly wanted to go back. She had only been apart for a long time, and she began to miss him.

"By the way, girl, didn't you say that your husband is inconvenient to move?" Uncle Zong said.

Mu Wanwan nodded and heard Uncle Zong say, "I happen to know a dwarf friend who can make some tools to help him walk."

Mu Wanwan's eyes lit up. In fact, she sometimes guessed that Mr. Long didn't want to wake up, because he couldn't walk anymore. Maybe she can push Mr. Long to bask in the sun in the yard

"Uncle Zong, take your trouble, I just need it."

Uncle Zong was a little embarrassed, "He's pretty good, since you're the person I introduced, it should be cheaper."

When he said that, Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat, and she tentatively asked, "Uncle Zong, can you ask how much it will cost?"

Uncle Zong touched his chin, "If there is a discount, it is estimated that there are seven or eight middle-grade spirit stones."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "The madam calls me husband. Although it is not in front of me, it still feels so sweet!"

Mu Wanwan: "Sure enough, getting rich is an illusion. Lingshi will never be enough for QAQ"