Mr. Long waited a long time until his meridians showed signs of cracking.
There were signs of instability even with protons that were overburdened in the body.
He woke up too long today and consumed too much.
"......."Mr. Long looked pale, almost driven by the speculation in his mind, he could not wait any longer, if Mu Wanwan did not come back, maybe he would go to her Too.
The eyes gradually dimmed, and the cuteness of the Qiankun bag hanging on his neck was stared at him, probably thinking that the dragon was not saved, and he didn't dare to rub his ears, so he had to lie on the table and nibble on the two shepherds. The first-order Bixingcao fruit left before bending out the door.
After Mengmeng was full, she didn't forget the hens in the yard. She licked her leftover peels slowly, supporting a dragon when she didn't want to care for it. Jumped out with open windows.
Mengmeng sent the peel to the cage where the Lingji cubs were held, and tweeted her love.
Its more rounded little body was also stained with a lot of sticky juice, and it also messed up the spirit chicken cage. If Mu Wan bends back and does not give it a love "touch", there will be ghosts.
But Mengmeng can be proud, it doesn't dislike the three tender yellows. The meaning of Seling chicken cubs, big black eyes blinked, looked at the closed door, and looked at the chicken cubs fighting for the peel. We decided to accompany them outside the courtyard.
So, when Mu Wanwan said goodbye to the red leaves and pushed the courtyard door open, he saw a chirp and three bright yellow ling hens squeezed in a cage, covered with juice and muddy dirt.
Mu Wanwan: "........."
This chirp really makes the courage get fatter.
She was very helpless and closed the door of the courtyard, "Mengmeng, how did you come here."
Her voice was not loud, but it was enough to make Mr. Long, who was about to become wife Wang Shi, tremble-
Madam is back.
Great.
She was fine.
Mr. Long flashed these thoughts quickly, and his tensed heart was also put down. He endured the pain and lay flat quickly.
Madam is fine.
When he wakes up next time, look at her with his consciousness.
Mr. Long's fingers rubbed the cool bed sheet, his black eyelashes quivered, and his eyes closed.
......
Muwanwan took Mao Chiu out of the Lingji pile, and Mengmeng had a lot of fluffy hair than when she first picked it up. Because she was a cub, the hair is very soft, so Muwan thought it was once fatter.
But when she took a bath last time, Mu Wanwan knew that her hair was not fat, but she was shaggy _(:з」∠)_
Normally Mao Chiu is a small chirp who loves cleanliness, and generally maintains a cute and chubby image. Today, such a layer of slimy mud was slammed on a small scarf...
Eh?
Why is there a thing tied to the small scarf?
Mu Wanwan glanced at Mengmeng's neck with a not-so-dirty muddy thing, sighed, took Mengmeng back to the room, and the dragon was lying down, watching the house It should be calm.
She put Mengmeng on the table and put the basket down, so she had the mind to see what was hanging on Mengmeng's neck.
With a thin needle thread tied to a small chirped scarf, Mu Wanwan carefully avoided hurting her cute head, and took down something that was less than half the size of her slap-
Is an......
Qiankun bag?
It's similar to the one that Uncle Zong sent her.
Mu Wanwan's tentative input of a trace of spiritual force went in, and there was no change. She tried a few times without giving up, and the result remained unchanged.
Is this cloth bag just like a big bag?
"Tweet!" Meng Meng rubbed Mu Wanwan's hand with her dirty head, her small wings trembling, and then in the eyes of Muwanwan, she would jump on the bed where Mr. Long was lying.
Mu Wanwan put down the Qiankun bag that Mr. Long had worked so hard, and thought it was Meng Meng who didn't know where to pick up the garbage...
Please forgive the fact that Wanwan is a modern person who has no knowledge.
Mr. Long's thoughts were all the smiley faces of his wife after receiving the gift, and he didn't think too much about this kind of problem.
Therefore, the gift that was finally robbed was put in its nest as a toy that Mengmeng picked up.
Mu Wanwan washed her hair and cleaned the cage of the Lingji cub, categorized the items she bought, and took care of the housework for dinner.
Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, she is okay to cook, and the hand for washing clothes is just like fruit carrots, so Mu Wanwan now puts some things to be washed and waits for washing together at noon.
Today, when she came back late, she had cultivated several second-order Bixingcao plants to give Mr. Long a ration, and she felt very tired. She went to the study and copied a copy of the herbal medicine given by Uncle Zong.
The material of the first-order rejuvenating pill is the first-order rejuvenating fruit with three plants of bellflower and clear silt flower.
Huilingguo is the main material, Qingyu Flower is used to purify and eliminate impurities, and Calendula officinalis is to improve the quality and effect of Elixir.
The material of the first-order coagulation pill is much more complicated. It also requires dredging flowers and calendula, but the main material is a second-order plant-
Ningxue.
This kind of spirit plant naturally grows in a cold place, and the number is not too much, and there are more high-level monsters around the higher-level Ningxue. The lower-level ones are not difficult to get.
It is also difficult to cultivate manually. This time, Mu Wanwan only had fifty seeds of Ningxue.
Ning Xuedan has only one function, that is, high-quality treatment and removal of some negative effects. The higher the order, the more effective, and double the effect on the demon.
It seems that Huilingdan, which has not yet recovered, is useful, but if you think about it, you know that Ningxuedan is important.
If two monks of similar strength are exploring outside, they will be bitten by the poisonous snake at the same time when their spiritual power is almost exhausted. A monk eats a rejuvenating elixir, then the monk will recover some spiritual power, which can resist the snake venom in the body. However, if the elixir is finished, the poison will not be cleaned from the body, and it may still die.
The one who ate Ning Xue Dan, although unable to restore any spiritual power, can completely discharge the poison from the body under the action of the Elixir. As long as he is no longer bitten, he can generally survive.
In general, Ning Xuedan is probably the more versatile Jiedu Dan plus Huixue Dan, Mu Wanwan thought.
After copying the panacea recipe, she probably also figured out the necessary materials, rubbed her forehead, finished the cleaning work of a large family (self, Mao Chiu, Mr. Long), and was ready to sleep--
She is very tired today, mainly tired, and she has a lot of new things to do tomorrow. She wants to rest early.
Mu Wanwan made the bed, and suddenly found that the corner of the quilt covered by Mr. Long moved.
She worried that it would freeze Mr. Long's tail, so she folded her quilt every time, but today's quilt seems to have been opened.
Mu Wan bent her head, and she didn't notice this detail before she came back. Could it be said that someone came to bully Mr. Long when she was not at home?
Mu Wanwan was a little anxious to think of this, and opened Mr. Long's quilt-
The upper body was dressed in the clothes changed after the last bath. There was no blood stains. The tail was also good. The scales were changed. Some yellow scales were about to disappear. Compared with Mr. Xiaolong's tail, it has a few hairy tips, is bald and ugly, a lot thicker, and a lot bigger.
But much better than the miserable appearance she saw for the first time.
Mu Wan bended with a sigh of relief, and gently touched the cold scales. If there were no wounds, it should be fine.
She looked at Mr. Long's evil handsome face, reached out and touched his hairy ears, and tucked his quilt back.
"Tui~"
Mengmeng was about to fall asleep, saw Muwan bend back, and climbed up again, trying to fan the small wings, struggling to jump on the bed, it was really unbearable, it had to complain about the behavior of the bad dragon.
Mu Wanwan didn't know what it wanted to do, looked at it for a while and pointed at the things in his nest, and tried to point to Mr. Long lying on the bed, tweeting hard.
"Do you want to rub your ears?" Mu Wanwan thought that Mao Chiu wanted to rub Mr. Long's ears. After thinking about it, he decided to satisfy his little chirp and took the chirp to the bed, but Mao Chiu was only very restrained. Rubbed Mr. Long's ears and began to step on his face hard =_=!
Mu Wanwan sighed and patted Meng Meng's head, "Don't make trouble."
Moe Moe is wronged, Moe Moe does not want to speak.
Mengmeng turned her face at Muwanwan with ass.
Mu Wanwan: "........."
She was tired.
When the light was turned off, the room suddenly became dark. Muwanwan lay down and said softly, "Mr. Long, Mengmeng, good night."
She quickly fell asleep and the room was quiet.
About two or three hours later, Mr. Long woke up.
He blinked lightly. The last time his golden eyes made his wife ugly cry, his eyes were normal.
It's just that it was still very hairy, hiding the ugly black-red lines and broken corners on the face. The tail of the lower body, he thought about it, or shyly turned into legs.
Although she didn't wear (?) clothes, she shouldn't know through the quilt.
Mr. Long, this shameless dragon, turned gently, slowly.
He had a good night vision ability, turned over, and could just see Mu Wanwan's quiet sleeping position. She was tightly wrapped in the quilt, with a little bit of black and black under her eyes. It should have been too tired in recent times.
There was a bit of bitterness in his heart. Mr. Long thought about how his wife made money. He saw it clearly.
From marrying him to now.
I haven't eaten anything good, I haven't worn beautiful clothes, I have been doing boring things all day, but I have never complained about having abandoned him.
However, with what he robbed, she should be able to live a little better.
Mr. Long thought that when he recovered after a while, he would go outside and bring all the babies back to her.
The face of Mr. Long's paralyzed dragon faced his wife's face, and his expression remained the same. The night covered his cheeks, which gradually turned red.
correct.
He made the sapphire bracelet that Mao Chiu gave her, he wanted to touch it--
Although his wife didn't know it was from him, in Mr. Long's heart, if Mu Wanwan put it on, it would be to accept him, and he would stay with him and be locked up by him.
Quietly, the warm palm protruded into Mu's curved bed, carefully touching the bracelet on her hand.
Ok?
How not?
Mr. Long felt a little wrong, he found out his consciousness, and then found the middle-class Qiankun bag in the cute sleeping place.
Mr. Long: "..."
Long be calm!
His black eyelashes trembled, and he thought of the reason--
He has forgotten that it is not like the low-grade ones that only need spiritual power to appraise the Lord of the Middle-grade Qiankun Bag. They need to use the consciousness or blood to identify the Lord. The lady should not know.
Mr. Long thought quietly for a while, and released the spiritual force, gently turned the Mao Chiu one by one, and then took the Qiankun bag in his hand. Well, the next step was to take the blood of his wife.
He gently lifted one of Mu Wan's arms, and carefully separated a trace of spiritual power, piercing Mu Wan's fingertips like a needle.
The bright red blood slowly poured out, and Mr. Long frowned straight, and quickly took a drop of blood onto the Qiankun bag. He couldn't wait to see if he had succeeded in identifying the Lord. Instead, he leaned over and contained her fingertips He licked it gently.
The saliva of the dragon can accelerate wound healing.
He swore that he did not think of anything while doing this.
But after licking, I suddenly felt something was wrong, and the whole dragon was almost burning.
Mu Wanwan is not completely unconscious, she feels that someone is making her own arm, her fingertips are hot, as if it is soaked in something warm, she unconsciously moved her finger...