Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Mu Wanwan had been with a certain dragon in a sober state for three or four days.
After she thoroughly understood that Mr. Long was such an awkward dragon, she now has a new understanding of how to get along with him.
A new day starts by saying hello to the awkward dragon first.
"Mr. Long, good morning~"
Got a cool nod.
"Mr. Long, do you want to eat a different flavor of spirit fruit today?"
In exchange for a low-pitched "casual."
"Mr. Long, your scales are dried and I put them away."
This time a certain dragon was a little embarrassed, and the breeder Mu Wanwan got a pair of shyly shaking ears.
"Mr. Long, the sun is out outside."
Mu Wanwan glanced outside, the sun shined through the clouds, shining in the cleaned yard, it looked warm, she stopped the movement of tidying up Mengmeng in her hand, and looked towards the person who was sitting in the wheelchair and didn't know what she was doing. A certain dragon said, "I'll push you to go outside and get some sunshine."
"I remember when I first met you, I thought that it would be great if I could save money to buy a wheelchair one day." Mu Wanwan didn't wait for his response, went straight to him, and pushed the dragon outside.
It wasn't too windy today, and the snow in the yard had melted a lot. Mu Wanwan took Lingji and Mengmeng out to bask in the sun, and some newly cultivated Lingzhi also stretched their branches and leaves in the sun.
Long Wei tilted his head, holding the last mid-grade spirit stone she had just stuffed into himself in his hand, looking at the blue sky surrounded by the yard, his heart was hot—
The spiritual power in his body has almost recovered. In the past two days, I don’t know whether it was because she was feeding well or what. The curse on his body has eased a little, and his strength has returned to 50% of the previous level. According to his previous plan, he will Just go.
He pretended not to care and glanced at Mu Wanwan, who had moved a small bench and sat beside him. His dark eyes were like light ink colored glaze in the sunlight. She raised her head slightly and could see his eyelashes dyed with golden light. , the fine fluff on Mr. Long's handsome and pale face are all golden, and the cursed lines on his face seem to have dimmed a lot.
What an ugly dragon, it's obviously pretty.
Mu Wanwan was handsome again by him, looked back uncomfortable, thought of something, took out a small Qiankun bag from his pocket, didn't ask his opinion, just put the Qiankun bag in his hand, and touched it. His warm fingertips quickly retracted his hand.
Mu Wanwan lowered his head slightly, staring at Mao Tweet who was trying to be cute not far away, but he said the words that cared about Long: "Mr. Long, I have saved for a few days, maybe you can use it."
After that night, although Mr. Long was still very twisted during the day, he gradually returned to his previous state. Mu Wanwan saw that his legs were getting better a little bit, and since yesterday, he has been able to support himself on the edge of the bed with his own strength.
He gradually got better, and Mu Wanwan could feel it. In the novel she read at the beginning, the plot came shortly after Mr. Long woke up. Although she didn't know the plot behind, Long Bacheng also endured a lot. a lot of.
Seeing that he was so sincere and secretly holding her hand these past few nights, she didn't care about this awkward dragon, and prepared more medicinal pills for him, hoping that he would recover soon.
She has been working very hard for alchemy these days. He must say something else, right
Mu Wanwan lowered his head to look at his feet wearing cotton shoes, and glanced at a pair of cloth slippers of a certain dragon, thinking that he should buy another pair of shoes for him when he goes out immediately.
She waited for the dragon to speak, but when the dragon opened the Qiankun bag, his heart was already hot—
There are not many things inside, only two small jade bottles.
One bottle is the second-order Huiling Spirit Pill that Mu Wanwan finally refined, and the other bottle is the second-order Ningxue Pill that she took a long time to make.
There are not many Spiritual Resilience Pills, only six, and Ningxue Pills are even fewer, only three.
But.
Mr. Long's eyes are dark and dark, and there is an indescribable affection hidden in it, and the gentle sunshine is tossing and turning—
She has been refining it hard for a long time, and now it is all blue and black.
A third-order monk, tired like a mortal, lying beside her, he could feel the fatigue of her soul every night.
All, all for him.
Mr. Long put away the Qiankun bag, saw her hair on the temples hanging down, saw a hint of blush on her fair cheeks, and listened to her gently saying something with hope, "It's time to go out again, this is Next time I want to buy something else and come back to make it, would your Majesty like something sweeter?"
The bottom of the heart, which was once dark and damp and covered with haze, seemed to be illuminated by her little by little, and there was a burst of heat.
He also wanted to do something for her.
After putting away the Qiankun bag, Mr. Long showed a hint of heat on his face, opened his thin lips slightly, and put her name between his lips. After struggling for a long time, he blushed and said, "Banwan."
There was a cold voice in her ear, but Mu Wanwan seemed to hear something inconceivable. She opened her eyes wide, her ears were hot, she turned her head suddenly, and met Mr. Shanglong's handsome face as paralyzed.
"Thank you." A certain dragon finally dared to look directly into her eyes. Although there was not much emotion in the phoenix eyes, Mu Wanwan was already very happy.
She felt that her whole body was very hot, her vision was blurred, her face and ears were unbelievably hot, she looked at Mr. Long's lips, listening to him call her name, and listening to him say thank you, she felt as if It's been half a century.
Maybe she looked too playful, he couldn't help but chuckle, the corners of his lips curled up, the frowning brow she was most familiar with stretched out, the crow's black eyelashes blinked briefly, and the starlight reflected in the bottom of her eyes.
Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned her gaze back, blushing, and clutching the skirt with her palms, she was really embarrassing for his wife, but those careful thoughts soon turned into a blush and a smile that could not be hidden. meaning.
Mr. Long looked at her red ears and black hair without any decoration, and thousands of thoughts flowed in his heart.
…
The time spent in the sun together in the afternoon was terribly short, and the heavy pressure of life was the reality. Mu Wanwan wanted to rush tomorrow to make more medicinal pills.
This time, she didn't have an epiphany, and the seedlings all withered to death. In addition, she had to refine some better-grade elixir for Mr. Long, so she worked hard for ten days, and the number of elixir she refined was no higher than last time. Much more.
The ones she gave to Mr. Long were free of any impurities, and the ones she sold were those that did not contain much impurities. When she finally finished her work and was so tired that she could barely lift her fingers, did she calculate the harvest this time—
There are one hundred and thirty-five first-order Huiling Pills, thirteen second-order Huiling Pills, five first-order Ningxue Pills, and one second-order.
There are also some Lingzhi prepared for Aunt Yun, and it is not a lot of money to make this time.
The cold air gradually became heavier, and Mu Wanwan, who had drained her spiritual energy from her body, felt very uncomfortable. She put away her things, washed briefly, and then started rushing into the house.
She held the Qiankun bag with the medicinal pills in her hand, and looked at the warm lights in the room, creating a very strange illusion—
Why does she think that she is the one who makes money to support the family, Mr. Long seems to be waiting for her little wife in the boudoir...
Shaking his head, Mu Wanwan tried his best to shake off this strange thought, entered the room, and met Mr. Long's half-open phoenix eyes.
He was wearing baggy clothes, his hair was loose, and he was half lying on the bed. When he saw her coming in, he immediately turned around and pretended not to see her. Mu Wanwan took two steps in, his ears twitched, he simply lay down and closed his eyes.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She touched her face, closed the door, and then blew out the light, as usual, "Your Majesty, go to sleep."
The sound of clothes rubbing against each other was obvious at night. Mu Wanwan was so tired that she didn't have much time to think about it. She was full of thoughts on how she would spend the money she earned tomorrow. After lying down on the bed for a long time, she felt as tired as never before, and almost fell into a daze. deep sleep.
Cultivating spiritual plants and alchemy consumes spiritual power. She has already overdrawn many times in order to make more elixir for Mr. Long. If Mu Wanwan is not a third-order monk now, I am afraid it is not just at night. Sleep is so easy.
After she fell asleep, Mr. Long sat up slowly, there was a little pain in his leg, he used a little spiritual power, and he could move normally.
He approached slowly, reached out and touched her head, with a smile on his lips.
His little lady must be exhausted.
When she looked at him, she was so shy and so happy, could it mean that she already had other feelings for herself? Mr. Long's fingertips ran across the corners of her soft lips, and after a while, he cautiously leaned forward and kissed her gently.
She was so good that he couldn't let go, and even a little humble hoped that Ao Qin would not discover the secrets here, hoping that such days could last forever and ever.
It's just that the dragon that Mrs. always keeps is a bad dragon, a very bad dragon, and he wants to go out once.
In the past, he liked to hide things outside. Once, he sneered and threw the jewelry and clothes for his future wife that the demon clan gave him to the tattered place. Now, he really wanted to get them back.
There are still a lot of spiritual stones and treasures hidden there. With those things, Madam won't have to work so hard.
He thought about it, he might as well just run away with her, but he is still too weak now, and it is easy to be discovered by Ao Qin. Not to mention, he was so arrogant before and provoked so many enemies, and he can't completely protect her outside, why not Let her stay here in peace for the time being.
He wanted to stay away from her, but he was too selfish. For the past two days, seeing her wearing the pendant that he didn't know who gave her, he always felt jealous.
However, that day, he only revealed a little thought in his heart, and the terrible eyes were about to make her cry.
His possessiveness is so fierce that it cannot be revealed.
Mr. Long's eyelashes swept over Mu Wanwan's eyelids, reached out and touched her smooth cheeks, thinking that what she likes is the weak and pitiful him, the one who pretended to be indifferent.
She'd be scared away if he exposed those cruel, dark thoughts.
If he leaves her and isn't by her side, maybe that darn cub Mao who can grow up in a hundred years might take his place in her heart in the future.
Thinking of this, Mr. Long is about to explode.
He even wanted to disregard Mu Wanwan's wishes and let her be with him forever.
He leaned against Mu Wanwan's ear and gently held her hand, without the coldness of the day at all, stroked her satin-like hair, and said in a voice like a dragon's cub, "Better for you."
"wait me back."
He suppressed his emotions and couldn't help biting her earlobe, "Wait for me to come back."