After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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But the quality of the soil didn't look very good, except that she had no way to dismiss it. She removed the stones. She dug a lot of soil in awkwardness, and returned to the room with a pot.

After a simple treatment, Mu Wanwan took a burning grass seed first, and with his memory, he slowly guided a trace of wood aura from Dantian into the seed.

The seed quickly swallowed that trace of wood-type aura, and there seemed to be no change in appearance. Mu Wanwan then lost a touch of aura again. This time there was still no change in that kind. A burning grass can't be cultivated, no more careful to send only a hint of aura, but generously sent a few auras.

The seed was like magic, and a sprout grew in front of her eyes, and then pulled up from a small sprout at a speed visible to the naked eye, and grew into a thin and short ... Little burning grass.

Mu Wanwan stared at the small burning grass in her hand that cost about one-tenth of her aura, and fell into contemplation.

This seems not difficult?

She touched the small root that had just grown out of the small burning grass. Shortly, she planted the small burning grass in the pot with satisfaction.

Mu Wanwan took a dirty diaper and wiped the wet mud on her hand, and continued to cultivate the burning grass seeds with full of energy. After transmitting spiritual power, a total of eighteen burning grasses were cultivated in one breath. It was felt that the spiritual power was exhausted and a bit overwhelming.

Mu Wanwan squatted to plant the last burning grass, and looked at the burning grass seedlings that occupied most of the pots.

In her eyes, these grass-burning seedlings were not grass-burning seedlings, but silver coins inserted in the soil.

Uncle Zong said that twelve burning grass can be exchanged for a piece of inferior spirit stone, that is to say, one afternoon, she earned a piece of inferior spirit stone!

What an exciting thing this is! She has spent money since crossing and has never earned a copper coin. Mu Wanwan looked at the pot of burning grass seedlings, and her eyes lit up.

Sure enough, whether it is in this world or in this world, making money is a pleasant thing.

What's more, she didn't notice that she had cultivated seriously, she had cultivated eighteen seeds one after another, but she never failed. Mu Wanwan thought a little dizzy, is this her golden finger?

Mu Muwan fluttered and rested for a while. He felt that the aura in Dantian had recovered a little, and he took a seed of the first order Bixingcao to cultivate it.

But this time, until she was exhausted, the seed remained still, and there was no sign of half a shell breaking into a bud.

Confident Mu Wanwan: "........."

She accepted the seeds with a little bit of destiny, and moved the hard-planted seedlings to the empty place of the room, and put water to wash the pillow that Mr. Long stained. When she was busy, it was getting dark Too.

The rain fell more and more, the dark clouds were closed, and there was no sign of a partly clear sky.

Mu Wanwan glanced sadly at the wet quilt and pillow, and then at Mr. Long lying on the bed and the quilt covering him. After thinking about it for a long time, she decided to make another evening tonight. Do not believe it, it rains today, will it rain tomorrow?

It will be just two nights, nothing.

So at night, Mu Wanwan worked hard and cultivated two grass-burning seeds. He wore as thick a suit as possible, and pillowed on the pillows made of clothes.

But this night she slept badly and kept dreaming.

What I dreamed of was neither a mobile game she missed very much at first, nor a piece of spirit stone, but the fake Mr. Long she saw at noon.

The dream of Mr. Long and the fake Mr. Long felt a little different, and his face was clearer. He looked at her as if he was talking, and she asked Mr. Long what his name was in the dream. Say, "Cold."

Mu Wanwan was a little dull, and asked another question, but Mr. Long in that dream seemed impatient, clicked, and suddenly dissipated like a fake Mr. Long ...

In the dream, she read the word Mr. Long said again and again, "Leng Leng Leng ......."

"Well, it's so cold." Mu Wan opened his eyes sharply, and his hands and feet were frozen a bit stiff.

She shook her head and tried hard to forget the unreasonable dream just now, propping her tired body and glancing forward with anticipation.

It was dark, but I could hear the sound of big drops of rain hitting the roof.

It was all rain.

Mu Wanwan curled up a bit wrongly, facing Mr. Long.

There was only very, very faint light in the room, and Mu Wanwan's night vision ability was poor, and he could only see his vague shadow.

It's really cold, I want to cover the quilt ...

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but stretch her hand in the direction of Mr. Long. Her body is now more than one meter and six, her arms are not long, and she didn't touch the quilt for a long time, so Mu Wanwan moved inward again, and finally, The fingertips touched the soft quilt.

She walked in along the edge and reached in. In a flash, a warm feeling came from her fingertips, Mu Wan narrowed her eyes, and thought a bit of self-abandonment. Anyway, now Mr. Long has no consciousness and she has confirmed him Without (哗 ——), there will be no danger, what's wrong with sleeping on a bed!

Mu Wanwan refused to admit that he was about to be frozen.

In fact, according to the temperature last night, she would not be awakened, but it suddenly rained and cooled down in the past two days, so that she had enough clothes last night, and it was a little cold tonight.

Mu Wanwan moved secretly in the direction of Mr. Long, and comforted himself anyway. At first, this favorite was bought in such a large size that he could sleep two people.

Mu Wanwan was completely unaware that she had desperately waited to find numerous reasons to sleep with Mr. Long = _ =! !

It's just that this thing is a bit different from what she expected.

She thought Mr. Long was unconscious, but not.

Mr. Long is very sensitive to changes in temperature. The effects of those two ginsengs are not bad, so Mr. Long actually regained consciousness half an hour before the Muwanwan was frozen and awakened, just because it consumed too much before. The consciousness, he did not detect the consciousness, but listened to her quiet breath while guilt healing the injury in the body.

So when the quilt was lifted, and Mu Wanwan 's hand stretched into the quilt with a slight chill, Mr. Long immediately felt that his muscles were almost tense in a moment, with the ginseng film Fu, the two fingers of the right hand can move in a small range.

At this moment his ring finger and little finger were playing with the sheets nervously, thinking of what might happen next, his breath was almost frozen.