Li Ran was stunned to see that many curses were relieved in his dantian.
He was holding the bottle of Huiling Pill that he bought from Huayun Pharmacy, and he couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart!
Since he was unfortunately cursed by a monster in the place of the trial last time, his status in the sect has plummeted, and he is only a second-order monk without any spiritual stones. useful.
Li Ran never thought that a rumor could change his life. Holding the jade bottle, he quickly contacted his friends directly, wanting to stock up on the supply before the Lingdan became famous this time.
But he underestimated the speed of the news. He had just recovered from the front foot, and the news that the Huiling Pill in the Huayun shop on the back foot had a miraculous effect spread quickly as if it had grown wings.
Li Ran didn't give up. The next morning, he took his friend and went to Huayun Pharmacy again, but found that there were already a lot of people blocking the door.
"Open the door!" A somewhat excited voice sounded, and the crowd who had been waiting outside the door immediately became agitated, squeezing in like crazy under Uncle Zong's stunned eyes.
"Treasurer, I want four bottles of first-order Huiling Pills!" Li Ran was squeezed in the front, facing Uncle Shang Zong's gaze, and roared.
Uncle Zong, a lion orc, was almost frightened by his desperate posture.
But before Uncle Zong could say anything, the crowd exploded, "Paralyzed, there are only 11 bottles in total, you want four bottles by yourself, aren't you afraid of being killed when you go out?"
"Treasurer, I can offer a higher price, I want three bottles!"
The noisy voice suddenly sounded, Uncle Zong couldn't bear it any longer, and the mighty lion orcs dissipated, "Shut up, Lao Tzu!"
He went down, but no one dared to speak this time.
When Uncle Zong was about to say who came first to sell to whom, Uncle Chen, who was strategizing, suddenly walked in from outside the store, glanced at everyone, squinted and smiled very gently, "The number of medicinal pills is insufficient, the purchase is limited, and each person is the most. Buy one, five low-grade spirit stones a piece, only sixty left.”
When his voice fell, the mighty tiger clan orcs dissipated, and the cultivators immediately changed their faces, especially Li Ran, who was squeezed in the front. Facing the smiling Uncle Chen, he was shivering and could not speak at all. The words were completely different from the one who roared in front of Uncle Zong just now.
"One, a first-order return spirit pill." Li Ran took out five low-grade spirit stones, very weak.
The people behind also quieted down. After all, the orcs who can own a shop in the market are not so easy to mess with.
When the pills were sold out, those who didn't buy them were unwilling on the one hand, and on the other hand, out of the thought that you wouldn't want to buy them if I couldn't buy them, they spread the news directly.
Among them, the most profitable ones are Uncle Zong and Uncle Chen, who closed the store and started counting Lingshi.
"Do the math, how much did you earn?" Aunt Yun's spirits have improved a lot recently. The Ningxue Dan sent by Mu Wanwan has a great effect on the witchcraft curse in her body. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes are much less. It seems that he has become the self of ten years ago, and talking with Uncle Zong also brings such a charming taste.
"I will make more money later. According to the price of the small money before, we will give her seven more mid-grade spirit stones." Uncle Chen's mind is even brighter.
Aunt Yun smiled, "That girl will definitely be very happy, and it is also our luck to meet her here."
Uncle Chen nodded, "But you really have no doubts about her identity?"
Aunt Hua on the side glared at her husband, "What are you talking about?"
Uncle Zong smiled heartily, "What do you think?"
Uncle Chen sighed, "It's good that you know what she has in mind. Her enemy is too powerful. It's good that nothing happens now. Who knows how long this peaceful day will last."
Uncle Zong patted him on the shoulder, "Let's talk about it later, although your sister Yun and I can't protect her husband, it's not impossible to really protect her."
Aunt Yun smiled at her sister's worried eyes, "Don't worry, if something really happens, we don't guarantee anything else, we will definitely protect her, we are so old, we probably won't have it in our lifetime. My own child, if we could have had a daughter back then, it might be about the same age as her."
Aunt Hua sighed and smiled. In fact, she was not worried about what would happen to Mu Wanwan. After all, she could cultivate Lingzhi's ability to refine medicine pills, even if Ao Qin, who was in power, really wanted to kill him. Your Majesty, she will not be implicated either.
Moreover, as long as the aftermath work on their side is done, she will be fine for the time being. As for her husband, they really can't help much.
It was getting dark, Mu Wanwan, who had been protected unknowingly, and Mr. Long, who might not have been able to be maintained, were sitting in the room with big eyes to small.
The atmosphere in the room is very delicate, and one person and one dragon are a bit tangled.
It's nothing else but the problem of sleeping at night.
In fact, monks don't need to sleep all the time, and there is only one room and one bed in the palace.
Both of them had already washed up. Mr. Long sat beside the bed and glanced at Mu Wanwan, who pretended to be playing with Mengmeng. Many thoughts came to his mind—
He was in a coma before, and tonight is the first night he wakes up. Does that mean that tonight is their wedding night
She was always soft, he knew.
However, he thought, it's better to be indifferent when she doesn't have feelings for him, so that if something happens to him, she won't be sad.
Long's heart was about to die, and he was very wronged. He was silent and didn't know what to say, but Mu Wanwan spoke first, "Your Majesty..."
She was going to say, "Would you mind sleeping with me tonight?"
As soon as the words came out, it was, "Let's just have one bed, or else, I'll go to the study tonight to make alchemy."
After Mu Wanwan finished speaking, he wanted to hit the wall, but he still looked forward to Mr. Long's answer.
After hearing her words, Mr. Long's dark eyes flashed with disappointment. He brushed his eyelashes twice, tugged at the corners of his lips, and said nothing.
Mu Wanwan glanced at his bowed head, considered his tone, thinking that as long as he said he didn't mind, she would not leave, she held a glimmer of hope that he would hold her back, "Your Majesty, then I really leave? Can you really do it alone?"
Do you want to be brave and drag your stump leg to the bed again? Mu Wanwan was distressed and angry.
Mr. Long's heart was stabbed, his hands tightened and loosened, his voice was hoarse, but it was as cold as snow in a cold night, "No problem."
This time, Mu Wanwan looked at his drooping ears, and even though he knew that he was duplicitous, he was still very angry.
She decided to dry the dragon, just according to the plan, she was going to try to refine the second-order Hui Lingdan tonight.
Mu Wanwan didn't wait any longer. She glanced at Mengmeng who was drowsy, and didn't have the heart to grab Fat Jiu to accompany her, so she went to the side hall alone.
Mr. Long looked at the closed door, slowly blinked his slightly sour eyes, reached out and touched the fox fur covering her lap, and closed his eyes gently—
That's good, if she's around him, he can't control himself, that's good.
Very good.
The oil lamp in the room gradually burned out, and the room fell into darkness. There was a tingling sensation in the calf, but Mr. Long didn't seem to notice it. He sat quietly in the wheelchair, motionless.
After about two hours, Mu Wanwan, who finally succeeded in refining three second-order Huiling Pills, rubbed his shoulders, looked at the dark sky outside, and finally felt a little softer.
She really is, she clearly knows that the dragon is so awkward, and she still competes with him.
And why can't she sleep in the bed, can the dragon do anything to her? Mu Wanwan didn't know where his confidence came from, but after thinking about how careful he was when he pretended to be asleep before, and the same way in the afternoon, he felt that he couldn't get up.
So, she still slowly returned to the room.
The door was gently pushed open, and Mu Wanwan walked in carefully. The room was dark. Although she advanced, she could only see a serious problem, but a certain dragon's movements were too obvious.
He maintained the posture of Mu Wanwan when he walked away, but a pair of ears stood up abruptly, by a large margin.
There was a smile on Mu Wanwan's lips. She felt the darkness and wanted to go in. When her toes touched something she didn't notice, she exclaimed and almost fell.
In the next second, a warm beam of light suddenly lit up in the room, and another oil lamp was lit. Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long's slightly moving fingers.
He pursed his purplish lips, tugged at the fox fur with one hand, and glanced at her impatiently with his slightly moist long and narrow phoenix eyes, "Noisy."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She could see the tears in his eyes, can this dragon be any more awkward
There was an indescribable feeling in her heart, and she felt that perhaps her weight in Mr. Long's heart was heavier than she thought
"I'm cold." Mu Wanwan's heart warmed, a little awkward, but he still held back his shame and said things that he would never say normally.
Mr. Long pretended to glance at her casually, his body was covered in cold air, the tip of his nose was a little red, and he slowly turned the wheelchair, looking like "I really can't help you", his voice was cold like a spring, and he seemed to be suppressing expectations. , "Come in and sleep."
The smile on Mu Wanwan's lips couldn't be suppressed anymore, she rolled her eyes, walked up to him, and said excitedly, "Your Majesty, you are so kind."
Mr. Long felt that he was too despicable, but when he saw her laugh, it stirred up the fire in his heart.
It was obvious that his existence was a drag on her, but seeing her beauty, like a shining star in his life, he couldn't help but want to lock people by his side.
He wanted to kill her and let her go, and wanted her to tell her husband to smile at him.
I want to get better and leave her quickly, and I want to tie her up and ask her who gave her the pendant.
Yet he was reluctant.
Very reluctant.
"Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan made the bed, looked back at the ugly dragon with a face of "I have no feelings for you", and said helplessly, "Shall I help you to bed?"
She has already started to intensify, and doesn't call him "you" anymore.
Mr. Long didn't respond to the change in the title, he just twitched his eyelashes, and the strange self-esteem in his heart suddenly took hold. He was afraid that his legs would soil the quilt, and he didn't want to waste spirit stones or lose the dragon, so he just glanced at him. Glancing at the soft bed, he said coldly, "I'm not sleepy."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
This is "not sleepy" carved out of the same mold as Mr. Xiaolong's "not hungry", but she knows that once the dragon makes a decision, it is the kind that ten dragons can't pull back.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she seemed to have tasted the sweetness from the dry coquettish act just now, and she was so blessed, "But I can't sleep when you sit here."