Hearing that Uncle Zong said the price, Mu Wanwan wanted to back down a bit.
Mr. Long has not recovered yet. She estimates that she can only wake up for a few hours a day. It is better to let him absorb these spiritual stones.
It was Uncle Zong's words that made her a little moved—
"The guy has a bad temper and doesn't do much trim, but if your idea is good, it might be a lot cheaper."
So Mu Wanwan followed Uncle Zong several alleys, and came to a small shop that was a bit shabby. Uncle Zong asked her to talk about it by herself, and went to the store to find him later, and she immediately disappeared as if hiding something. .
Mu Wanwan knocked on the door, and stood in a small shop full of various materials that was almost impossible to get into. The tip of his nose was full of dust and some bad breath. A dwarf called "Tiebo".
Although cultivators are not very afraid of particularly cold weather, Mu Wanwan rarely sees people who are topless but wearing heavy trousers in such weather. Tiebo's skin is light green, and his face is not good-looking. There is a long scar from the split ear to the lips. A pair of dark brown glass eyes that are somewhat prominent are hidden under the drooping eyelids, making him look a bit scary. .
His exposed body was covered with large and small scars, and occasionally there was a flash of black smoke, Mu Wanwan blinked twice, and felt that he was wrong.
"What do you want?" He raised his slightly cloudy eyes, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.
"Senior." Mu Wanwan bowed to him, and before she could say what she came for, she felt that something was like a sharp sword that pierced the wind, and suddenly hit her. She subconsciously wanted to hide, but she didn't. He fell, was smashed in the face, and fell to the ground.
Whether it was painful or not, Mu Wanwan was stunned for two seconds before she could see what was smashing her, was it a... small hammer
"I hate when people call me senior, call me Tiebo, let me go." Tiebo said, Ke Ke laughed twice, the pupils in his eyes trembled violently, staring at her tightly, the scars on his face It's all alive, it's terrifying.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She got up, picked up the small hammer and patted the dust on it, "Tie Bo, I want to customize something that can help people walk..."
Mu Wanwan briefly described and said, "Because husband's legs may be inconvenient, his legs are a bit long, so I hope the height can be adjusted."
In fact, Mu Wanwan wanted to say that Mr. Long's tail is a bit long. According to the modern standard wheelchair, I am afraid that he will not be able to fit him. Think about it, Mr. Long, who had lost half of his tail, was pressed on the wheelchair by her and his tail rubbed against him. The ground, by no means a wonderful experience.
"Oh." Tie Bo didn't lift his eyelids, and the knuckles holding the hammer trembled a little, "A low-grade spirit stone, I will take it in three hours."
"Eh?" Mu Wanwan thought he had heard it wrong, so he couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Tie, is it really a low-grade spirit stone?"
Tie Bo didn't even look at her, as if he was impatient, he pushed the person out of the shop with another small hammer, Mu Wanwan fell to the ground, and stared at the closed door in front of her dumbfounded.
This Tie Bo's temper was really weird. She thought that Tie Bo hated her very much, but who knew that he only wanted a low-grade spirit stone.
Mu Wanwan stood up, looked at the gray sky, was a little worried about Yilong Yijiu at home, and went to buy it quickly. She had promised Mr. Long that she would bring the meat back.
After confirming that the person at the door was far away, Tie Bocai bent his back sharply, and the hammer, which had never left his hand, fell to the ground, smashing the floor into a huge hole, all the surrounding materials collapsed, and the room was in an instant chaos. into a group.
But he didn't care much, his eyes trembled terribly—
She has his breath on her body, and despite all these years, he still hasn't forgotten the back figure bathed in blood.
Tie Bo covered his head, and the black magic energy slowly overflowed from his body. There were thousands of slaves in those days, and there are probably not many who are still alive.
As soon as Mu Wanwan entered the door, he was keenly aware of her aura.
He Tiebo was an old dwarf who was almost a hundred years old, so he could see right through it.
She also said that she was the man's wife and seemed to be sincere.
Tie Bo touched the wound on his body and couldn't tell whether he was grateful or hated for that person. After escaping, he lived carefully at the border until the person became a leader and finally lived in the sun, even if it was a rush. For this, he will also repay.
Tie Bo sighed softly, took out the long-cherished material from the Qiankun bag, lifted up some heavy pants, revealed a pair of mechanical legs, and started to work dexterously.
- Over there, Mu Wanwan sold all the vegetables and purses, and bought some things. After checking that it was still early, she went to Uncle Zong's shop again. She wanted to see if her refined medicinal pills had been sold. .
Near noon, the crowd was not too big. When Mu Wanwan came in with a basket full of vegetables, Uncle Zong happened to be discussing business with a few people.
Coincidentally, one of them was the nun who received the entrance fee at the entrance of the market in the morning.
Hearing the footsteps, the female cultivator glanced back at Mu Wanwan, but this time she didn't hide it, her eyes were full of sarcasm.
Uncle Zong smiled at Mu Wanwan, but before he had time to say hello to her, the female cultivator raised her eyebrows, "Boss, don't care about the unrelated people, and quickly wrap the medicinal pills for me."
As soon as she said this, Uncle Zong's face turned dark. The two male cultivators next to her also seemed to realize that she was in a bad tone, and hurriedly smiled, "Boss, Junior Sister, she didn't mean it, so please don't show off."
Mu Wanwan was also very upset. She really hated what she did. She didn't want to cause trouble to Uncle Zong, but Uncle Zong sneered, "Who are you looking down on?"
The female cultivator knew that what she said was a bit inappropriate, but she was always being held in her arms. At this moment, seeing Uncle Zong scolding her like this for a poor loose cultivator who just came in, she immediately became unhappy, "What? This medicine pill. I get two middle-grade spirit stones from a bottle, don’t you businessmen just want to make money?”
"Oh." Uncle Zong said coldly, "We don't earn your money anymore. Now please get out of here."
"Boss, don't." The male cultivator was in a hurry. He was going to go out to practice recently. There are many dangers in the secret realm, so he wanted to buy some Huiling Pill. It was immediately judged that the quality of the spirit pills this time was definitely higher than those of the previous stores. How could it be that the good thing was ruined by the always arrogant and arrogant little junior sister.
"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, do you want to grab it!" Uncle Zong roared, a huge lion's head faintly appeared behind him, and the pressure belonging to the high-level orcs dissipated, and he wanted to talk about those few. Some cultivators were frightened, especially the female cultivator, whose entire face was flushed.
"I asked my master to clean up you savage orc!" She said a cruel word and ran away. The two male cultivators also followed behind her in despair, one of them gritted her teeth in hatred, and the girl cultivated herself. After that, a sinister gaze flashed silently.
Mu Wanwan was relieved, but she was still a little worried, "Uncle Zong, will her master really come to trouble you?"
Uncle Zong sneered, "Her master can't beat you Uncle Chen."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She stayed in Uncle Zong's shop for a while, and waited for an hour before a customer came. It was repaired by a man dressed in ordinary clothes. A bottle of elixir. Mu Wanwan watched the whole process of Uncle Zong's business and came to a conclusion—
There is a lot of medicine in the fist, that is, you can do whatever you want! _(:з」∠)_
Aunt Yun also rested after eating the Huiling Pill, and happily told Mu Wanwan that the Pill she made also had a certain effect of reducing the curse, which was better than eating the Lingguo directly.
Mu Wanwan made an appointment with Uncle Zong to see him in ten days, so he was ready to go to the Xianqing Pavilion to release the news.
"Girl, wait."
When she was about to leave, Aunt Yun suddenly stopped her.
Mu Wanwan stopped to look at her.
Aunt Yun smiled, with a soft smile in her eyes, "Come on, give me your hand."
Mu Wanwan didn't know what she was going to do, so she stretched out her hand. The next second, a tingling pain came from her fingertips. Aunt Yun quickly took out a pendant from her pocket and absorbed the blood droplets from her fingertips.
Aunt Yun hung the pendant for her, "It's a gadget that can hide your cultivation, it's useless for me to keep it, you can take it, don't say thank you and then I'm angry."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Her mouth was full of words stuck in her throat, unable to speak or swallow.
Aunt Yun's expression is gentle, and she is very pure like the head of an orphanage, which makes her a little at a loss.
"Don't think about it, hurry up, hurry up, uncle Tie doesn't like people being late." Seeing Mu Wanwan's pestle on the spot, Uncle Zong drove people straight away without being polite at all.
Mu Wanwan's heart was a little sour, she just held the pendant and nodded.
She spent two middle-grade spirit stones and three curse-removing Huiling Pills to release the news in Xianqing Pavilion, and waited for the next time she went out to contact Jiu Qing. When she went to Tie Bo to pick up a wheelchair, and walked for a long time to find the red leaves at the entrance of the market, snow fell under the sky.
White snowflakes like cute feathers fell on her face, but there was a coldness.
Snowing.
Mr. Long was still wearing a thin underwear, and the fur on Mengmeng's wings was a little bald.
Light gray dark clouds were reflected in Mu Wanwan's eyes, which were dark.
"Madam, let's go back quickly." Hongye's voice was clear, and Mu Wanwan nodded.
Mu Wanwan wore the inferior bamboo hat he just spent three silver coins to buy, got on the ox cart and started to drive home—
I don't know, what is Mr. Long doing now, is she expecting her to buy something delicious and go back? What kind of expression would she have seen when she took out the foldable and thin wheelchair that Tiebo made that could be deformed in three sections.
Just thinking about it, she felt that she had some expectations.
While Mu Wanwan was trying to rush back, Mr. Long was playing a game with Mengmeng.
To be precise, Mr. Long is "playing" with Mengmeng.
His wife is not at home, so he can rarely move without disguise, although walking is like stepping on the tip of a needle for him to sting.
Sitting on Mu Wanwan's dedicated seat, Mr. Long held the back of Fat Chuu's neck in one hand and his chin in the other, rolling it around carelessly.
It's funny to see it slumped on the mat and then tried to get up and bite its own fingers =w=
In fact, he has long been unable to see that Madam coddles this fat chirp. Mengmeng has good roots and feet. Although it is only a cub, it has already highlighted some abilities. Tweet, Tweet, and coquettish, competing with him for favor, it's really annoying.
Mr. Long lowered his eyelids slightly, his slender fingers deftly dodged the waves of Mengmeng's attacks, and the angry fat chirp simply took advantage of his weight, and suddenly rushed over and slammed it on his fingers, unable to survive, using tender yellow his beak to peck at his fingertips.
"..." Mr. Long squinted his eyes, let him alone, then turned his wrists, turning Mengmeng into a mess.
"啾..." Mengmeng died of grievance, and Mengmeng was about to cry.
Why does this big bad dragon always bully Chiu when Wanwan is not at home! I can't take it anymore! !
Mr. Long looked at him with his butt facing him, a fleeting smile appeared on his lips, and his dark black phoenix eyes glanced out the window seemingly casually, pressing a slightly hopeful heart.
It's early, it's still early.
It wasn't long before he just had to look at the spiritual plants she planted by herself.
The last bud of Ningxue stretched its young leaves quietly on the windowsill. The room was very clean and everything was in order.
Mr. Long sat on her stool and waited for a long time.
From dawn until the dark clouds closed, and until Mengmeng was no longer angry, she fell asleep leaning on the back of his hand tiredly.
When he saw snowflakes falling outside the window, fluttering, little by little, it seemed to fall into his heart—
She walked a bit in a hurry today and didn't bring an umbrella.
"Is it cold?" Some cold voices sounded abruptly, but it was like melting ice and snow, meaning unknown.
Mengmeng fell asleep, rubbed the back of his hand, and made a small tweet, saying, Mengmeng is not cold.
There was a low-pitched laughter in the room, and then it disappeared.