Mu Wanwan watched the wooden organ dog turn deftly towards her, and jumped repeatedly in front of the small cloth bag, trying to make her pick it up.
Mu Wanwan glanced silently at the cloth bag on the ground that she didn't know what was in it, and after thinking about it, she turned around and prepared to go in the opposite direction.
This thing is really strange. What if there is something bad in it, such as adding a curse that will make you unlucky if you pick it up, or what about some dragons who want to see Mr. Long's jokes.
But she just took two steps to the side, and the organ dog seemed to recognize it, bent down, picked up the small cloth bag, and followed her.
Mu Wanwan: ""
What is the song of this organ dog? She felt more and more bad, and simply trotted.
When he ran out of the alley in Uncle Zong's backyard, the voice behind him interrupted Mu Wanwan's movements.
"and many more."
Mu Wan turned his head and saw that the courtyard door opposite Uncle Zong's house was open, and Tie Bo was standing beside the organ dog, naked on the upper body and wearing heavy animal leather pants on the lower body.
"Tie Bo?"
Mu Wanwan stopped, looked at Tie Bo, who seemed to be much older than the last time we met, and wondered, "Is this organ dog yours?"
Tie Bo's dry and drooping eyelids rolled up, his two slightly protruding eyeballs turned upwards, and rolled his eyes at her, as if he was despising what nonsense she was talking about.
Mu Wanwan wasn't angry either, watching Tie Bo patted the back of the dog, and the dog handed the small cloth bag he was holding into the broad palm of Tie Bo, who was about the same height as him.
"Come." Tie Bo waved at Mu Wanwan.
Mu Wanwan was a little overwhelmed, but she walked over slowly, secretly guarding herself, and pinched the sapphire bracelet that Mr. Long gave her on her wrist.
"Tsk." Tie Bo was a little impatient. He walked to her side with two mechanical legs wrapped in heavy animal skins, then raised his arms and just put the dirty little cloth bag into her hands.
There was a round thing in the bag, and Mu Wanwan was a little bit in a hurry to pick it up, "Tie Bo, what is this?"
Tie Bo did not answer her question, but said, he lowered his head slightly, and there was a faint fear in the eyes where Mu Wanwan could not see, "Are you the wife of that dragon?"
When Mu Wanwan heard him mention Mr. Long, he was surprised for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure—
Uncle Zong and the others already know her identity, and it's not surprising that Tie Bo, who specializes in helping Mr. Long make wheelchairs, knows. Besides, Tie Bo and Uncle Zong have a lot of friendship.
Seeing that she neither admitted nor denied, Tie Bo restrained the emotions in his eyes and turned to look at her, "I don't hide it from you, I know the former king."
Mu Wanwan looked at him, "Tie Bo, what do you want to say?"
Tie Bo sighed, "Look at what's inside first."
Mu Wanwan opened the cloth bag, revealing a beautiful transparent crystal ball inside.
"It's just a recording crystal ball." Tie Bo's voice was like a broken bellows, "It contains some of my memories related to your husband."
He glanced at Mu Wanwan, "I gave it to you because you helped Leizi, I don't know what your impression of the dragon is now, if you want him to be what you see, just Give me back the crystal ball."
Mu Wanwan frowned as he listened—
What is her impression of Long now? Did Mr. Long hide anything before? But the hallucinogenic herb had already told her what Mr. Long was most unwilling to face.
This Tiebo is really strange, why did he suddenly tell her these things
But when he said this, she became more curious about Mr. Long's past.
"Thank you Tiebo." Mu Wanwan wasn't going to believe what he said, but he wasn't going to return the crystal ball to him.
Tie Bo knew from her tone that she didn't listen to his persuasion, and he wasn't going to continue to persuade him. He made this crystal ball because he wanted to do it.
Perhaps with a desire to make the kind-hearted girl in front of her fully accept the dragon, knowing his bloody past, she will still have eyes full of righteousness as she did when she came to his shop that day. Is he in love
Perhaps, Tie Bo thought to himself, he hoped that Mu Wanwan's attitude would not change, and he hoped that such a monarch could really have someone who would accept him wholeheartedly.
"If you want to see it, choose a safe place and just break it." Tie Bo said, "It may take a lot of time."
In order to make this crystal ball, he consumed a lot of precious materials and energy.
With the growth of age, his skills have become more and more exquisite, and his cultivation has gradually increased, but he has always been stuck at the bottleneck of the third-order. Guilt and fear have become demons. What he did in order to survive made him more and more. There is no way to break through.
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Mu Wanwan to answer him, he left with the organ dog. Mu Wanwan looked at Tie Bo's back, but felt that he seemed to be a lot more hunched than before.
She carefully put away the crystal ball, ready to wait for someone from Xianqing Pavilion to identify it.
Regardless of whether what Tie Bo said was true or not, she couldn't trust Tie Bo as much as she trusted Zong Uncle. If it really contained some of Tie Bo's memories about Mr. Long, she would really like to see it.
She has always wanted to know how Mr. Xiaolong, who fled in embarrassment, killed the Quartet and became the King of the Dragon Clan.
Maybe there will be some poor lives in the middle, but overall it must be a very pleasant and warm memory, right
Snowflakes fell from the sky again, Mu Wanwan shook the curtain and hat. He wanted to hurry up and go to the Xianqing Pavilion after shopping, but suddenly thought--
Her dragon is not at home now.
And Mr. Long didn't know what he did to Mengmeng. When she left, Mengmeng was still sleeping, the spiritual plants at home were all collected, and the spirit chickens also prepared food.
Thinking like this, Mu Wanwan's desire to hurry down instantly faded a lot. She changed her route and went directly to the Xianqing Pavilion. After finishing her work, she would stroll around the market outside for a while before going back.
Maybe, she could buy a little rouge or something
Will Mr. Long like the way she dresses up? Mu Wanwan's face was strangely hot. Long was in a coma before. She felt that he couldn't see herself. For the little fairy who always kept the fragrance clean, she didn't try rouge or anything. Pass.
When Mu Wanwan thought about whether the facially paralyzed illiterate dragon would show any surprised expression, he felt in a good mood, and soon arrived at a secret door set up by Xianqing Pavilion.
As before, he took a black cloak and covered himself, Mu Wanwan followed the maid into a dark room.
"Senior, just wait here for a while." The maid smiled and turned to leave.
Xianqing Pavilion has always done a good job of keeping secrets. Generally, there are special people responsible for inquiring about news and handling some other business, and they need to make an appointment in advance. The people in charge are also uniformly wearing black cloaks, they don't know each other's identities, they only talk about business.
Mu Wanwan waited for a while, and then a slightly short man walked in, he was wearing a black cloak, his voice was clear, and he was as polite as ever, "Senior, your message has been passed, the other party wants to see you, I don't know if you are An appointment?"
Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat, Jiu Qing had already taken the bait
So is it possible to solve Bai Shuiyao? She hadn't heard much about Bai Shuiyao recently, and 80% was taken back to Ao Xue's mansion.
"Yeah." Mu Wanwan nodded, "Take me there."
"Senior, you need to pay three middle-grade spirit stones first."
Mu Wanwan: ""
After delivering the three spirit stones, Mu Wanwan was taken to another, larger dark room. Inside was already sitting a man shrouded in a black cloak. She heard the sound and raised her slightly to look at Mu Wan. Bend a glance.
"Then, I'll step back first. The rules of the Xianqing Pavilion are not to fight. The two seniors should understand." The guide said with a smile, then bowed and closed the door.
The room fell into silence, Mu Wanwan sat down opposite the man, and before he spoke, he heard a low laugh from the man sitting across from him.
She didn't know how to describe this kind of laughter, the voice was nice, tactful and charming, but with an indescribably desolate smile, Mu Wanwan was a little stunned.
She settled down and was about to speak when she saw Jiu Qing on the opposite side stretch out her hand, her beautiful white hand made a silent gesture towards her, and took out a jade slip from her pocket.
Mu Wanwan watched as a transparent barrier spread out from the jade slip.
"Okay." Jiu Qing laughed, "It's time to talk."
"Hello." Mu Wanwan was a little nervous, thinking that this person would not want to kill him, but according to the rules of Xianqing Pavilion, if one side attacks the other side, there is no way to leave alive no matter what. Xianqing Pavilion has been like this for thousands of years.
"Just call me Jiu Qing." The opposite Jiu Qing may have heard her nervousness and casually tore off her cloak, revealing her true face.
"It's really uncomfortable to wear this thing." Jiu Qing complained, and hooked her lips slightly. She was very beautiful, except for the curse marks on her face, which could be called extremely seductive.
Mu Wanwan looked at her as if she had no bones and was leaning against the cushion, and said lazily, "You are the little money who can provide me with the medicine to relieve the curse?"
Mu Wanwan nodded, "It's me, you've used the pills, you should understand that I'm not lying, I can continue to provide some pills, but you should already know the conditions."
Jiu Qing smiled tenderly, the end of her eyes reddened, except for those curse marks, the beauty made people very moved, "Ah, your condition is to get Bai Shuiyao? One wants to be born or not, to be talented or not, except for being able to A hoof that is useless outside a man's eyes?"
Jiu Qing rolled his eyes, "I can get rid of the hoofs that seduce my husband, and I can still get the benefits of medicine pills, why don't I do it?"
Mu Wanwan was slightly relieved, and took out three small jade bottles, "So best, this is the first stroke, it should be enough for you to restore 30% of your appearance."
When Jiu heard the word "appearance", the smile on her face disappeared, her eyes became fierce, she stood up almost gaffe, reached out and touched her face, "You say, do I look good?"
Mu Wanwan was taken aback by her actions, but she was also a little sympathetic. She looked at Jiu Qing's face seriously for a while, and then said pertinently, "It's very beautiful. If there is no curse mark, it will be even better."
Jiu Qing seemed to have heard some jokes, but he seemed to have returned to normal, and sat down with a smile.
"I'm so stupid, how can you judge my appearance?" she murmured, "After all, you've seen Your Majesty often, and I'm afraid you're already familiar with this ugly curse pattern."
This time it was Mu Wanwan who was not calm anymore, she was horrified, and subconsciously pinched the pendant that Aunt Yun gave to conceal her cultivation.
Why does Jiuqing know her true identity, Xianqing Pavilion should be completely confidential.
"You're thinking how did I know?" Jiu Qing's voice was very gentle, "One is Bai Shuiyao, and there are really few people who have hatred with her and have skills."
Jiu Qing smiled, "Is there another one? We are all married to dragons, how can I not see the blood in your body that has not completely disappeared?"
"As soon as you came in, I felt that what you have in your body is not only pure, but also the most intense and precious drop." Her eyes were full of sadness, "Unfortunately, it is also a person who married a dragon."
"I'm even willing to exchange half of the demon core energy for that person's blood, but I still can't get it after so many years."
"It is said that the blood of the dragon's heart is a symbol of love. The dragon family is so greedy and selfish. Only one who is willing to give the blood of his heart can be regarded as a deep love." Jiu Qing is still talking, every word is sad.
But Mu Wanwan couldn't hear anything.
Heart and mouth blood.
Is there a drop of Mr. Long's blood in her body that hasn't completely disappeared
When, when is it
Mu Wanwan stretched out his hand and stroked his chest, and the memory returned to that rainy night—
A night of high fever and unpleasant pain.
Therefore, it was not that she kissed Mr. Long and drank his blood, but that he took the initiative to endure the pain of gouging out his heart and gave her a drop of blood.
It turned out that he had woken up so long ago.