Mr. Long met her eyes, his eyes darkened, and he moved his head a little embarrassedly—
Her gaze made him unable to resist at all.
The room fell into silence again. Mu Wanwan only watched a certain dragon pursing his blue lips and his long eyelashes were shaking. He couldn't guess what he was thinking at all. Seeing the bloodstains on his legs became more and more obvious, he couldn't bear it anymore.
She retracted her hand, took out the wheelchair she had put away before, pressed the button, turned it into a sitting position, and then explained softly, "Your Majesty, this is a gadget I got by accident before, I think it's okay. It's quite interesting, Your Majesty, do you want to try it?"
Mr. Long's cheeks were pale, and in her expectant eyes, those thoughts of "to be alienated" collapsed in an instant, and his heart was filled with surging joy, and his eyes lit up—
How could it be unintentional, a person she saved like that must have been bought for him.
Mr. Long's palm was sweaty nervously, but he couldn't even say thank you when he opened his mouth. He just nodded lightly in Mu Wanwan's slightly expectant eyes.
Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, she stretched out her hand to support a certain dragon's arm, in order to support his weight, despite being very careful, she inevitably touched his waist.
When her hand touched his warm and sultry waist, one person and one dragon stiffened for a moment at the same time.
Mu Wanwan could feel Mr. Long's hot body temperature passing through the fabric to his palms, while a certain dragon felt that her soft fingers had ignited clusters of flames on his body, and the cursed calf. The pain was in stark contrast, so clear and profound that he couldn't ignore it at all.
When she moved, Mu Wanwan tried her best to focus on the wheelchair, but she felt that the temperature of her subordinates was getting higher and higher. When she finally got Mr. Long into the wheelchair and sat down, the underwear he just put on was a little loose. opened.
Mu Wanwan was standing, and she could see his slightly open shirt. From her angle, she could go all the way down from the collarbone, and when she saw his strong abdominal muscles slightly bent, she quickly turned around, her voice a little too loud. Trembling, "Sir, Your Majesty, let me dress you."
Mr. Long's cheeks were astonishingly hot. He tugged at the shirt that had just been pulled open, and said softly, "Okay."
Hearing his words, Mu Wanwan seemed to have received some kind of amnesty order. He quickly picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and took the brocade clothes he had bought before, "Sir, Your Majesty, you..."
She stammered, and Long was too embarrassed to speak, but he knew what she meant, so he raised his arm indifferently.
Mu Wanwan was a little relieved to see him cooperate like this. The two of them took ink for about a quarter of an hour before putting on their clothes. Mu Wanwan squatted and covered his legs with white fur.
Looking at his bloody trousers, he couldn't hold back, "Your Majesty, I'll show you the injury..."
Mr. Long has just been touched by her in many places, and now he is all weak. Hearing her voice trembles in the bottom of his heart, and the little pain in his feet is nothing.
And as long as he doesn't move, the calf won't continue to bleed, and seeing the lady will make her worry. And his wounds are ugly. When I see it, Madam is afraid that he will not be able to drink the soup.
So a certain dragon pursed his lips, "No problem."
Mu Wanwan felt a little pantothenic acid in her heart—
This dragon, she won't let her take care of it as soon as she wakes up. It's okay to say anything, wouldn't it hurt to bleed
Mu Wanwan didn't give up and asked again, "Will it hurt?"
The corners of Mr. Long's lips moved, his eyebrows drooped, and his voice was cold, "It doesn't hurt."
Mu Wanwan felt an evil fire in her heart, thinking that if you say it doesn't hurt, it won't hurt. Anyway, it's not me that hurts. She wanted to stand up, and the pendant that Aunt Yun had given to her before moved around her neck.
Mu Wanwan was a little uncomfortable, and stretched out his hand to straighten his position.
When Mr. Long saw that the pendant on her neck was not the one he gave him, his face turned pale for a moment—
Good grades and hidden cultivation are things that she can't afford for the time being.
She didn't buy it, it was someone who gave it to her.
But when she went out last time, she didn't have this pendant yet. It must have been given to her when she was outside this time, right
Without him, she would have been fine.
A sharp pain suddenly came from Mr. Long's heart, and his palm tightly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair. The bitterness and darkness in his heart were about to be hidden.
Mu Wanwan stood up and inadvertently met the gloomy gaze he hadn't seen and concealed. The burning emotion and the fleeting ferocity in it made her instantly startled. She thought she had provoked him somewhere, so she subconsciously backed away. After two steps, his eyes were full of grievances.
What's wrong with her? She just dressed him. Why is the dragon who was fine just now looking at herself with such a gaze? She has never been sorry for him, why is he so different when he wakes up from when he fell asleep, so fierce and indifferent.
It seems that the sweet words he said to her many nights before were all false. The lady who kisses and hugs her is probably an illusion caused by her mental stress. He is indifferent, and he is such a arrogant one. dragon.
What was said outside was not wrong at all, she shouldn't care about him.
The more Mu Wanwan thought about it, the more aggrieved, why did this dragon do this
Mu Wanwan clenched her skirt subconsciously with both hands, her eyes were hot, her tear ducts were sour, she wanted to laugh, she wanted to say, "Mr. Long, let's have dinner together."
However, in the end, he just blinked his eyelashes wet with unsatisfactory tears, but his voice was hoarse and humiliating, "Your Majesty, the soup is on the table, I-I want to go to alchemy first."
Mr. Long panicked when he saw her shocked and sad eyes. He saw her tight skirt and red eyes, and his mind went blank. He made her wrong and he murdered her.
He listened to her saying that she was going to make alchemy, and looked at her a little at a loss, seeing that she turned her head and didn't want to be herself, and only wanted to walk away from him.
His heart was ruthless, and when he came back to his senses, he had already grabbed the corner of the man's clothes.
Mu Wanwan was in a fit of anger. Before the grievance had passed, she felt that her clothes were being pulled slightly. She turned her head impatiently, and saw the annoying dragon with a more aggrieved expression than her. He glanced at her, then quickly withdrew his hand, lowered his head not to look at her, and said in a dull voice, "Let's eat together."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She looked at the fluffy ears that were about to be attached to his head again, and her mood had changed from full grievance to strangely complicated. She stared at the ears on his head and said tentatively, "Your Majesty, I don't hungry."
Silence filled the room again, and Mu Wan watched his ears drooping down to a more terrifying level than before.
She was in a better mood, and Mu Wanwan suddenly smiled. She felt as if she had understood something, and she blinked her eyes with tears, "But I still want to eat some."
After she finished speaking, she watched a certain dragon's ears gradually recover some arcs, but she was helpless and wanted to laugh. She didn't know how to express her current mood. She just walked over and pushed his wheelchair. When she got to the table, she gave him a drink. bowl of soup.
Are you forgiving yourself
Mr. Long didn't know what Mu Wanwan was thinking. The vinegar smell in his heart had not yet passed. He felt very sad when he thought that someone he didn't know gave her something. I feel a little better.
It was the first time that Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long eat by himself. He sat very straight, and his eating posture was elegant and good-looking. Like Mr. Xiaolong, he ate slowly.
She watched as his ears perked up a little every time he took a sip of soup, and he shook from time to time. She obviously liked it very much.
Mr. Long trembled obviously, duplicitous, "Well."
He glanced at her lightly and added, "Not bad."
Mu Wanwan laughed angrily, she understood, this dragon's temperament is stubborn, don't be awkward, just don't say what's on your mind, it's easy to get mad when you say it, no wonder he's still single after more than a hundred years An old dragon no one wants.
Who can stand it like this, if it wasn't for the fact that she was really reluctant to keep it for so long, she wouldn't want it.
Mu Wanwan got angry and silently grabbed soup with Mr. Long. As a result, Mr. Long saw that she seemed to like drinking it, so he just drank from his own bowl, and then sat quietly on the side, shaking his ears and secretly watching her drink.
Stupid Dragon Stupid Dragon Stupid Dragon.
Such a big train, how can such a small bowl of soup be enough
Mu Wanwan was originally under temptation. She was not very hungry. She didn't ask Mr. Long's opinion this time. She directly crossed his hand and gave him another bowl of soup, "Your Majesty, I can't drink any more."
Mr. Long looked at the corners of her rosy lips and the pendant on her neck, and felt jealous and itchy. She was afraid that she would not have enough to eat, but her eyes were bright and she seemed to be expecting him to continue drinking, so he had no choice but to accept it. Her thoughts were gone.
- When one person and one dragon carefully guess each other's thoughts and test each other.
The human cultivator who first bought Muwanwan to refine the medicinal pills came back from the Zongmen trial, and came to thank Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong, saying that if it wasn't for the medicinal pills they sold this time, I would be cold.
Uncle Zong didn't notice anything, but Uncle Chen, who was always smiling, seemed to be thinking.
Their shop lacks popularity, and their business has always been bleak. There are two people in the family who are not in good health. Xiao Qian (Mu Wanwan) seems to be short of money.
He has been thinking about what to do for the past few days. Today, the monk provided a new idea. Uncle Chen smiled and sent the monk away. A day later, the news that "Huayun Pharmacy's first-order Huiling Pill is worth the second-order Huiling Pill of another family and also has a certain effect of reducing the curse" spread in the people's cultivation.
what? What? Does Huiling Pill have the effect of reducing the curse? What are you kidding
The second-order cultivator Li Ran thought the same thing when he heard the news. Does the Huiling Pill have the effect of reducing the curse? Then why do you have to go to the poison pill exorcism pill Ningxuedan? This bragging does not include drafting.
But when he looked at the curse that had been lingering in his dantian for months, he couldn't help but be moved.
In the mood of just in case, in case it's useful, he sneaked to buy Huayun Pharmacy's Huiling Pill when no one was there. As a result, the curse in his body was really relieved a lot, and Huiling Pill was really Can the curse be alleviated