When he said goodbye to Jiu Qing and left the Xianqing Pavilion, Mu Wanwan still couldn't recover from the fact that "Mr. Long gave her a drop of blood".
She stood in front of a condiment shop for a long time. The shopkeeper looked at her with a hood and gray clothes, and kept sticking at the door of her house. After waiting for a long time, she didn't see this person shopping. I waited for a while for a sapphire bracelet worth a few low-grade spirit stones, but I couldn't hold back.
"Senior, do you want to buy something?"
Mu Wanwan was awakened suddenly, looking at the shopkeeper's somewhat impatient look, he glanced at the candies that were put out, "Which one is the best?"
The shopkeeper frowned, but with the idea that people couldn't look good, he pointed to the sugar that was sealed in a small jar in the store, "The sugar cane is refined, it is very expensive, three gold coins in a small jar."
Mu Wanwan nodded, and without hesitation took out three gold coins, "Give me a jar."
She bought ordinary sugar before, but after the dragon woke up these days, she put it in the cooked rice porridge for him to drink, and he liked it very much.
It's rare to have some money now, and it's good to buy some sugar to improve your life.
Mu Wanwan ignored the ingratiating look of the shopkeeper, took the candy and left.
She was standing on the street where people came and went, snowflakes rustled in her ears, and the cold wind was blowing in her ears, which made her feel so lonely.
Jiuqing's voice echoed in his mind—
"Losing the blood of the heart is equivalent to giving up life and talent to the dragon."
"The demons and dragons who have been cursed are probably only pure blood in their hearts."
Mu Wanwan touched her heart subconsciously, she felt that it was getting hot a little bit, she thought that she was just a lucky advance and super talented, so she could be promoted to two levels in such a short period of time.
But it turned out to be Mr. Long. Since a long time ago, he has paid a lot for her in silence.
Mu Wanwan couldn't help blushing a little when she thought of asking him if she didn't want to have her anymore.
In addition to distressing the silly dragon, there is also a touch of sweetness in the bottom of my heart, like a stream that can't be turned into joy, wrapping her whole heart little by little—
Made her love him even more.
I like it, I like it very much.
Mu Wanwan's eyes were warm, he found a corner, and stood quietly for a while.
She needs to calm down now, otherwise her mind will be full of the shadow of that stupid dragon, making her unable to concentrate on shopping.
Really stupid dragon, why didn't she say it when she woke up so early, why did she make her feel that he didn't like her before
Mu Wan bent over and over and gently stroked the sapphire bracelet on his wrist—
Jiu Qing and her talked for a while later, and promised to take care of Bai Shuiyao. And the crystal ball that Tiebo gave her is also real, and there is no harm.
"Do you really want to see it?" When Jiuqing put on the black cloak and was about to leave, he thought about the previous rumors about the emperor and the battle of fame that he was a tyrant, and still couldn't hold back, "Don't watch it. ."
After talking with Mu Wanwan for a while, she knew that the person on the other side was very soft. Although it was not without bottom line, she had never seen those killing scenes.
Jiuqing is well aware of the virtues of dragons. Although she encountered a scumbag dragon, there are some commonalities of dragons, such as greed and terrifying possessiveness.
If she saw what happened to the dragon before and was afraid, she was very worried that Mu Wanwan would be directly imprisoned by the possessive dragon.
At that time, Mu Wanwan hadn't recovered from the fact that Mr. Long gave her a drop of blood. He was a little dumb and didn't think about it carefully. He only made an appointment with Jiu Qing for the next meeting.
Now that he has calmed down a bit, Mu Wanwan remembered Jiu Qing's words and Tie Bo's previous warning. Tie Bo wanted her to see it, but Jiu Qing didn't want her to see it.
Or is there something in Mr. Long's past that she can't accept
Mu Wanwan's heart was a little sour, as long as Mr. Long didn't love someone alive and dead before, she should be able to accept it. There shouldn't be that old dragon, after all, it's so awkward, and he should be single based on his strength.
Mu Wanwan laughed and kicked the stones beside his feet.
She still didn't look at it, in fact, she didn't have to know.
The next step is to buy some things that the family needs. Mr. Long said that she will come back in three or five days. These days, she can just use it to cultivate spiritual plants and alchemy. His curse probably wasn't quite finished yet.
Mu Wanwan frowned slightly. She remembered that the curse mark on the dragon's face was still deep, and it must not have fully recovered. Ningxue Dan and higher-level Lingzhi should be prepared.
Compared with the spirit stone, she prefers to recover from the injury, but her ability is limited, and she may not be able to provide enough spirit stone for him to fully recover.
She just hopes that everything goes well now and that he recovers sooner.
After all, the existence of Ao Qin was like a mountain that could be crushed at any time. She was really afraid. Before Mr. Long recovered, Ao Qin came to the door.
Mu Wan tightened her sleeves, no matter what, she would take care of everything at home and wait for him to come back.
Because this time the spiritual stones were still sufficient, Mu Wanwan not only bought some sugar and spiritual meat, but also added some vegetable seeds, bought some new clothes and bedding, and did not pull down the daily necessities such as warm stone lamp oil handkerchiefs, In the end, she still couldn't hold back and went to buy some rouge gouache.
According to the boss's original words, this is the most popular rouge at the moment, which "makes Lang Jun fascinated". Later, Mu Wanwan was also bought by a nun from Amway. It is said that it can be maintained by rubbing it on the face." Fatal Attraction" deodorant balm.
It cost her nearly two gold coins in total. It can be said that Mu Wanwan has bought herself very luxurious things other than food.
The fairs of humans and dwarves are indeed bigger and more interesting than those of elves. She strolled around for a long time and spent five copper coins at noon to buy a bun with spiritual pork that she was not willing to eat when she entered the market for the first time for lunch. , It wasn't until the afternoon, when things were almost bought, that they were ready to leave.
Hongye waited a long time outside this time, but she didn't complain, she just gathered up her clothes, "Madam, it's about to snow, let's go quickly."
Mu Wanwan sat on the ox cart, felt the cold wind blowing in his ears, and looked at the worse and worse day, and couldn't help worrying in his heart—
If there is a blizzard, the clothes she bought for him are still too thin, although a seventh-order monk should not be afraid of such cold.
Silent all the way, Mu Wanwan said goodbye to Hongye and pushed open the door of the yard.
The yard that Mr. Long had soiled before has been cleaned almost, and some bloodstains that have not been completely removed have also been covered by heavy snow, leaving the inside and outside of the house a vast expanse of white.
Mu Wanwan closed the courtyard door, and Mengmeng was still sleeping wrapped in a small quilt in the room. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mu Wanwan always felt that Mengmeng seemed to be fatter than before. She was a little worried, squeezed a piece of Bixingcao fruit, fed it a little, and then placed two spirit stones beside Mengmeng.
After Mu Wanwan tidied up his things, he went to the kitchen to see the spirit chickens, cooked some dishes for himself, and got busy.
When sleeping at night, Mu Wanwan habitually made the bed for the two of them, but soon realized that Mr. Long was not at home now.
With an empty heart, she put the crystal ball given by Tie Bo on the head of the bed and stared at the crystal ball, as if she saw the dragon she was leaving.
For the next two or three days, Mengmeng still hadn't woken up, and she was the only living creature in the yard except for the few spirit chicken cubs.
The weather is very bad, and deep snow falls every day. Mu Wanwan works hard every day to cultivate Lingzhi and practice alchemy. Occasionally sweeps the snow, rubs the sleepy cute little belly, and from time to time he leaves the Take out a note.
He said, three or five days back.
Today is the third night.
Why haven't you come back yet
Mu Wanwan sat in front of the bed with her long hair down, looking at the gray sky outside the window, worrying all the time—
Did her dragon encounter danger outside, or in other words, encountered something that prevented him from coming back.
No, there will be no danger, it should be just that the weather is so bad that his return journey has been delayed.
Mu Wanwan tried hard to convince herself, but she still couldn't control it. From the third night, she couldn't sleep at all. The room was empty, but he seemed to be everywhere.
Every time she made a pill furnace, she had to run from the study to the courtyard door, expecting to open the door and see Mr. Long.
By the fifth day, Mu Wanwan had begun to have auditory hallucinations, and even lost several pots of alchemy. She felt that her state was no longer suitable for alchemy.
But on the sixth day, Mr. Long still did not come back.
Her fingers touched the cold courtyard door, Mu Wanwan was wearing not very thick clothes, the spiritual power of the third-order cultivator was wrapped around the cold wind, but she started to feel chills from the bottom of her heart—
Mr. Long should not be a dragon who will miss an appointment. Why has it been the sixth day and has not come back
She wanted very much to find him, but she didn't know where to find him. What if he's already coming back? Maybe it's just a delay on the way
Mu Wanwan thought so, and stood at the courtyard gate for another day.
From early morning to late at night, she leaned against the wall a little helplessly. The mist gradually filled her eyes, and tears rolled down her eyes. Mu Wanwan stretched out her hand to wipe it, her fingertips were covered with bright red rouge. I feel so stupid-
I want him to see her better-looking. She has been practicing hard these days on how to use the rouge here, adding makeup to herself every day. Come back, let her worry so much, if she can't explain it well, she will never forgive him.
Mu Wanwan was very sad, she pursed her lips, and didn't want to wait like a fool anymore. She went back to her room and took off all her makeup in a fit of anger, and then watched Mengmeng who had swallowed several spirit stones in the past few days and got fatter. , angrily poked Mao Chiu's belly.
One or two, both.
As a result, she poked Mengmeng a few times, and heard it "tweet" in a low voice.
His eyes lit up, Mu Wanwan looked at Mao Chiu who slowly opened his eyes, his hands trembled a little.
She thought she was used to being alone. When she was a child, she read and wrote by herself. When she grew up, she was busy with life every day. Occasionally, in her spare time, she would look at the sand sculptures and fun things on her mobile phone.
However, she had only met him for a few short months, and she could no longer be alone.
"啾!" Mengmeng shook her fluffy fur and jumped twice, as if she wasn't quite used to why such a handsome, invincible and lovely cute little body became so much heavier.
It has escaped for a few days in a lot of huge information, and now it has finally escaped. Mao Jiu really wants to bend, and even thinks a little bit about the abominable bad dragon.
"Tweet!" Mengmeng's round eyes caught Wanwan as if she was about to cry, and she felt distressed immediately. It jumped up and rubbed her palm with its much larger, furry head, and chirped.
Don't cry, don't cry, Mengmeng is fine, Mengmeng wakes up!
Mu Wanwan's palm was a little itchy because of it, but he still smiled and touched the fluffy fur that it grew, most of which were white, which made Mengmeng look even cuter.
"Mengmeng, still hello." Mu Wanwan felt even more sad when he thought of the dragon, and couldn't help but want to rub his cheeks against Mao Chiu.
Mengmeng's hair was rubbed to one side by her, and she was shivering several times by the cold air that hadn't completely dissipated on her body, "啾~~"
Mu Wanwan fed Mengmeng some fruit, and reluctantly ate some of the fruit herself, so she hugged Jiu and waited for the dragon to come back.
She looked at the crystal ball by the bed, and the urge to break it became more and more obvious.
Stupid dragon, bad dragon, ugly dragon, if she doesn't come back tomorrow, she will really watch it, so she won't think about giving him any face.
After all, she missed him so much.
Mu Wanwan thought, and slowly curled up. There were warm stones in the bed, but she still felt cold all over.
Mr. Long, please be sure not to have an accident. It's good to come back safely.