In the middle of the night, there are undisguised rich emotions and repressed love.
He kissed her lips over and over again, obviously only going to be separated for a few days, obviously just wanted to get something back so that she would not have to work so hard, but the dragon, who was used to walking alone in the dark night, has now become greedy and greedy. Not satisfied.
Reluctant, so reluctant.
He got up, put on the clothes she bought for him, and tied his long fingers with white fur, like an invincible general in armor.
He moved very lightly, tucked the horn for her, as she had done for him countless times.
On the table was Mengmeng's nest and the pen and paper she used to record. Mr. Long spread it out slightly, wanting to leave some pen and ink to tell her that he would be back soon. He spread out two pages, wanting to find a blank , but caught a glimpse of her handsome font on the edge of a page—
"Mr. Long, you are really a good dragon."
A line of small characters is mixed in Mu Wanwan's analysis of material impurities, which is completely different from other content.
The long and narrow phoenix eyes widened slightly, a flash of surprise flashed across the bottom of the eyes, and a panic filled his heart. Mr. Long's cheeks covered with black and red lines instantly turned red.
Look at the ink, it's been a while.
So
Does it mean that Madam already knew that those spiritual plants were not damaged by Mao Jiu
His face was burning with panic, his heart was pounding, and countless reasonable guesses were about to make Mr. Long feel ashamed and become a braised dragon _(:3"∠)_
She already knew that, she already knew that he was awake, did she also know what he did at night
Junlong's face was flushed red, and his broad palms covered his cheeks, leaving only a pair of fluffy ears that were exposed to the outside, as if revealing the throbbing in his master's heart, shaking back and forth.
The blood seems to be boiling, so she knows, she knows.
But even so, she was still so gentle, completely considering his mood, and never pierced him, just silently and silently accommodating him.
Perhaps, all the luck in his life was spent on meeting her.
Her eyes were full of uncontrollable surging love like a flood that burst a dyke. A low-pitched smile came from the dark room, and Mengmeng was immediately woken up.
It opened its wide eyes, kicked its slender legs, turned over deftly, jumped onto the table, met a certain dragon's shining golden eyes, and was so frightened that all the hair on its body exploded.
This dragon is so terrible, Badong is crazy, the terrible face actually has a smile that can't understand, the smile is terrible, the eyes are still rushing, and the baby is scared to death!
"Shh." Seeing that Mao Jiu was about to cry, Mr. Long quickly squeezed its bright yellow beak. He was in a really good mood, and said in a hoarse voice, "Man, why are you crying?"
Mengmeng blinked and looked at him.
Mr. Long saw that it was pitiful, the hair on its head was still bald, much uglier than before, but he was still not soft-hearted at all, his fingertips flashed a ray of light and touched Mao Jiu's skull, "I'm not here here. For a few days, take good care of Wanwan."
Mengmeng only felt that a lot of things were stuffed in her small head by the terrifying evil dragon, and she passed out with a kick of her two thin legs.
Mr. Long raised the corners of his lips, held a pen, and wrote on the paper with a blushing face.
He paused for a long time every time he wrote a stroke, not knowing whether he was thinking about the content or pondering how to write so that his wife would not feel that his words were so ugly.
Ugly Dragon wrote her name stroke by stroke, more serious than anything else. When the two words fell, he couldn't help but quietly walked to the bedside, kissed the corner of her lips, and stuck out his tongue wickedly to lick it. Licking her lips.
Mu Wanwan didn't feel anything, he was about to die of shame.
After dawdling for most of the night, the dragon left.
The next morning, when Mu Wanwan woke up, he habitually glanced to the side, but the dragon who was sleeping beside him was not waiting for her to greet her with half-closed eyes as usual.
There, it was empty and there was nothing.
Mu Wanwan originally felt a little sleepy, but now there is no more sleepiness.
What about her dragon
Rubbing his eyes and confirming that there is really no Mr. Long on the jade bed, Mu Wanwan was a little flustered, comforting himself that Mr. Long might have almost recovered, and he went to the yard in a wheelchair.
She got up quickly, only to find that the wheelchair was parked beside the bed, and the clothes and shoes she bought for the dragon were gone.
Where did it go
Why don't you talk to her
Mu Wanwan just put on a piece of clothes in a hurry, and started looking for dragons everywhere, but she searched the whole palace and couldn't see Mr. Long.
"Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan walked to the door in a trance, his eyes soured with disappointment—
Her dragon is gone.
Not anywhere.
"Where have you been?" Panic filled his heart, and Mu Wanwan walked into the room a little lost.
She sat at the table and wanted to talk to Mengmeng, only to find that Xiaofatiao had been sleeping uncharacteristically today, and something seemed to be pressing under her chubby little body.
"Mengmeng" Mu Wanwan called out its name, pulled out the note that was pressed by it, and opened it with shaking hands.
It was crooked, with a few lines written on it.
Mu Wanwan's heart calmed down a little, and with tears in her eyes, she couldn't see what the hateful dragon wrote.
She wiped her tears and read his ugly words—
"My wife Wanwan:"
"Go out and come back in three or five days. You will bring gold coins (crossed out) and spirit stones back, don't worry."
"Ling, don't worry about Chubby (crossed out) chirp."
"Husband,"
"Dragon, stay."
Mu Wanwan carefully read this short letter several times, and when he saw that the signature turned out to be "Dragon", he couldn't help but burst into tears qwq.
What is it, dragon
Husband is a dragon, don't you leave a name
Speaking of which, she doesn't seem to know Mr. Long's name, but why does Mr. Long know her name
Seeing the note he left, Mu Wanwan didn't panic, and his heart gradually calmed down. Looking at the word "Wanwan", which was better than other words, he felt a little more amused and worried. —
Mr. Long's word, it seems that there has been no progress for so many years, at most it is a little neat. Still a bit illiterate, Mao Tweet has been written twice.
It's just that he will not be in danger after going out for a few days? Will it be discovered by Ao Qin? But if it's Mr. Long, it should already be done, right
And when is he ready to act on his own? Does the curse no longer matter? The medicinal pills she gave him were not enough. He glanced at the plants on the windowsill, Mu Wanwan frowned, why didn't he bring some spiritual fruits when he went out? Is it fun to be hungry
Mu Wanwan seemed to have seen a certain dragon faint from hunger on the road.
She sighed, rubbed her head, and cheered herself up. Really, it was so uneasy to go out.
Also, if he was better before, why didn't he move by himself, and let her wash his hair and support him, it's really good and bad.
Mu Wanwan felt a little embarrassed when she recalled what she did to help Mr. Long who was "inconvenient" a few days ago.
However, in addition to worrying, she also regained some confidence.
Mr. Long is getting better now. He should be trying to change the status quo after going out this time.
Maybe she can look forward to what he will bring back when he comes back.
Motivated, Mu Wanwan picked some spirit fruits and put them beside Mengmeng, and quickly packed up and was ready to go out. She had been delayed for more than an hour.
Today is the day she made an appointment with Uncle Zong, and the money still has to be earned.
Mu Wanwan put on his hat and closed the door of the yard. After walking for a while, he saw the red leaves waiting not far away.
"Ma'am is a little late today." Hongye has always been polite, "Where are you going today?"
Mu Wanwan put the new basket on the ox cart and smiled at her, "Go to the market of the humans and dwarves."
When Mu Wanwan was on the road, Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong were anxiously waiting.
"Why hasn't the girl come yet, did something happen?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Aunt Yun glared at Uncle Zong, "It's impossible."
Aunt Hua was also a little worried, "I hope nothing happens, and the demon clan is gradually getting restless."
Uncle Zong thoughtfully, patted his thigh, "These people know how to do some conspiracy every day, can't they live in peace?"
Uncle Chen shook his head, "Wait, I heard recently that the dragon clan seems to be preparing for something. Haven't you noticed how many dragons are missing in several markets? This time, only the injured Jin Yan is on the pre-order list. And Bai Huan, those dragon alchemists seem to be busy."
"It stands to reason that this time we have made such a loud noise, it is impossible for those Dragon Clan alchemists to not know that there is something else that has stumbled." Uncle Chen calmly analyzed, "Also, the Wu Clan who have been in and out of the capital recently. There are also more monsters."
When his voice fell, he noticed that a dark red animal pattern gradually appeared on Zong Lei's face on the side, "Damn, if I meet that damn witch, I will crush him to death."
Aunt Yun didn't look good either. If she hadn't been too impatient back then and fell into the trap of a witch clan, her current strength might be much stronger than Uncle Zong.
"Uncle Zong?"
A voice came from outside the door, breaking the dignified atmosphere in the room.
Aunt Hua's eyes lit up, and she opened the door to the backyard. She faced Mu Wanwan, who was carrying a basket, with a smile on her face, "Little Qian, you're here."
Mu Wanwan responded. Uncle Zong gave her the address of the courtyard last time, and told her not to go directly from the store this time, so she followed.
n bs "Come in." Uncle Zong suppressed his anger and welcomed people in.
As usual, several people calculated some medicinal pills and spiritual fruits this time, and Mu Wanwan handed Aunt Yun a newly refined second-order Ningxue Dan.
"Aunt Yun, even if I gave you this second-order Ningxue Dan, thank you and Uncle Zong for your care these days." Mu Wanwan is sincere.
It's a pity that everyone's focus is not on the matter that she wants to send Ningxue Dan, but, "Second-order Ningxue Dan??!"
Uncle Zong's voice was so loud, Mu Wanwan was frightened and took a step back, "Ah, yes, second-tier."
"Then there is also a second-order pill that you mentioned just now?"
"These two bottles are, there are five in one bottle." Mu Wanwan said.
Uncle Chen also looked complicated, and stepped forward and patted Mu Wanwan's shoulder, "Little Qian, you are going to make a fortune."
Mu Wanwan: "?"
Uncle Chen briefly talked to her about the recent rise in the price of medicinal pills.
Mu Wanwan couldn't believe it, "So, last time I had to make up seven middle-grade spirit stones?"
Uncle Chen smiled, "Yes, you count this time, you can get 28 middle-grade spirit stones just from the first-order Huiling Pill, which is not the second-order He Ningxue Pill, if it weren't for me and Your Uncle Zong is still a little wealthy, maybe you can't advance your spiritual stone in advance."
Mu Wanwan felt that he had money in an instant, and couldn't help but smile.
Uncle Chen didn't delay his efforts, he directly counted the spirit stones, and took out a shiny high-grade spirit stone, "Xiao Qian, top-grade spirit stone, do you want it?"
Mu Wanwan's eyes lit up, top-grade spirit stone!
It was the first time she saw a high-grade spirit stone, which was much smaller than a middle-grade spirit stone, but both in terms of color and brightness, it was much more beautiful than the middle-grade spirit stone, and it must have a lot of spiritual power.
If you give this spiritual stone to Mr. Long, will he recover completely immediately
Mu Wanwan thought about the dragon's expression, and she looked forward to it more and more.
She finally got one high-grade spirit stone, eleven middle-grade spirit stones, more than twenty low-grade spirit stones and some loose coins from Uncle Zong.
"That's right." Uncle Zong sighed and handed Mu Wanwan a list of pre-orders, "Girl, do you still remember Brother and Sister Lan'er?"
Mu Wanwan took the list and touched her neck subconsciously. She naturally remembered the Laner brothers and sisters.
"Before, it was the hands of two close ministers of the Dragon Clan." Uncle Zong looked at her, "Lan'er was also forced to helpless about the hallucinogenic grass. They have already left the capital."
Mu Wanwan was surprised for a moment, looking at Uncle Zong's brown eyes, a little flustered—
Uncle Zong knows her identity! I also know about the hallucinogenic grass before.
Mu Wanwan quickly calmed down, and she didn't expect to keep her identity hidden from Uncle Zong. She and Uncle Zong are kind to each other, even if it's for Aunt Yun, Uncle Zong will not do anything to her, and she is more willing to believe that Uncle Zong who has been helping her is a good person.
"I'm saying this, not to ask you to forgive them, but to ask you if you want to sell the medicine pill to those two dragon people. If you don't want to, I can help you here." Uncle Zong clapped his hands. Patting her on the shoulder, "Your Uncle Zong is still a bit capable, and your Uncle Chen is not weak."
"If something happens to your husband, you will come to me and your Aunt Yun."
Mu Wanwan looked down at the two names Jin Yan and Bai Huan on the list. In his mind, he seemed to see the elf who smiled and called his senior with a birthmark on his face.
"Then I would like to thank Uncle Zong." Mu Wan bent, "I still don't really want to sell the medicine pill to them."
Back then, the fact that Lan'er lied to her about planting hallucinogenic weeds on her was actually a scar in her heart that she had never been able to uncover. Later, when she learned about the effect of hallucinogens, she couldn't forgive her even more.
Looking at the names of the two dragons on the list, she could probably guess some.
If she wants to let her lady know what Mr. Long is most unwilling to face, I am afraid that she wants to hate Mr. Long.
At that time, the dragon was conscious and could not move. If she bullied him, maybe the disgusting temperament would be so sad. They wanted to see her husband's jokes, and they also used the weak and innocent people around her, no matter what. forgive.
"It's okay." Uncle Chen smiled, "But we are not afraid of two dragons."
"I'm afraid, you are not." Uncle Zong rolled his eyes at Uncle Chen, "You and Huamei are so strong."
After being interrupted by them, Mu Wanwan felt better, and made an appointment with Uncle Zong about the next meeting, so he said goodbye and prepared to leave.
She just came out of the backyard and was planning to buy something. Mr. Long won't be back in three or five days, so she will try her best to make alchemy. This time, should she buy something else and go home to make something delicious
She didn't think for a long time, when she passed a small alley with not a lot of people, she met a strange wooden frame dog.
Mu Wanwan blinked and looked at the half-human-height organ dog who suddenly appeared on the ground and shook his head at her, then spit out a small cloth bag from his mouth and jumped several times, as if to signal to her Pick up the cloth bag on the ground.
Mu Wanwan: "??"