——Mu Wanwan, who was kissed by the spirit in her dream, felt nothing at all and even slept soundly.

When she woke up naturally the next day, the sun outside was already very bright.

Mu Wanwan had a messy hair and a fishy mouth. She felt that her waist and legs were not in good condition. When she first came through, she was always in a tense state and her body never relaxed. Although her knees were swollen and painful at that time, she had been enduring it.

Including the time when she was almost vomiting blood due to the pressure of Ao Qin's spiritual power, and cleaned Mr. Long's wounds, she gritted her teeth and persevered. But now, after a good sleep, all the fatigue came up.

"Huh." Mu Wanwan shook her arms, rubbed her sore waist, and struggled to half sit up.

Mu Wanwan's eyes moved to the tyrant inside. He seemed to have not changed, but his ugly face seemed to be slightly relieved. Although his lips were still purple, I don't know if it was because of the Baizhen fruit juice dripped on them last night, it looked like there was a layer of sticky and smooth film, just like...

just like being swollen by someone kissing.

Such a thought suddenly came to her mind, and Mu Wanwan quickly shook her head, trying to get rid of this bad thought.

But she suddenly thought of something, because she thought that Mr. Long was a plant dragon, and she didn't need to worry so much in front of him, so she directly opened the quilt, slowly crossed most of the jade bed in her shirt, half-crouched beside him, and reached out to touch the low-grade spirit stone that she placed next to his ear last night as if she was touching a mobile phone. After

touching it for a long time, she didn't touch the spirit stone, but instead touched a hand full of dust.

Mu Wanwan was a little exhausted and a little sleepy at first, but she woke up completely after touching a handful of ash. She felt a mixed feeling of joy and sorrow.

The low-grade spirit stones were gone, and there was a pile of ash. This meant that Mr. Long could absorb spiritual power in a plant state. This meant that if she gave Mr. Long some more spirit stones and placed them beside his bed every day, he might be able to suffer less and wake up earlier.

However, Mu Wanwan almost wanted to cry the next second. They were so poor that even eating was a problem. Where could she get so many spirit stones to feed Mr. Long?

She reached out and flicked off the handful of ash, then gently touched Mr. Long's broken corner, "I have to try to find a solution, otherwise I can't afford to support you."

Mu Wanwan wanted to get up, but when she tried, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, which made her legs go limp, and she fell directly onto the quilt.

Cold sweat gradually seeped out of her forehead. Mu Wanwan took a breath, raised her hand to lift up her shirt, and saw a large purple area that looked a bit seepy.

This should be the injury caused by being pressed yesterday? She thought it would not leave any marks.

Mu Wanwan felt pain for a while, then struggled to get up. She first smeared some of Mr. Long's external wound ointment on herself. The ice-green ointment slowly spread as soon as it touched the skin. After a while, a cool feeling came from the purple area, and the pain was significantly reduced.

Mu Wanwan was very satisfied with the immediate effect of the medicine, but she didn't do much more, after all, there was not much ointment left.

After simply treating her own wounds, Mu Wanwan hurriedly washed and changed clothes, heated up some porridge left over from last night, fed Mr. Long some, made the bed, checked Mr. Long's tail, cleaned the room, washed the dishes and washed the clothes, and was busy for most of the day.

Fortunately, the weather has been pretty good recently, and the sun is still pretty strong during the day. Mu Wanwan found two longer poles and made a simple clothes-drying rack to hang the washed clothes.

After she finished all this, Mu Wanwan remembered the other half of the Baizhen Fruit on the table.

Although she had injected some wood-type spiritual power into the Baizhen Fruit, it still looked a little dry after being left overnight, as if it was not as plump as before.

Mu Wanwan originally wanted to eat the fruit in three days, so that it could be absorbed better, but it seemed that this fruit could not be left. So she took the fruit and walked to Mr. Long, cut open the skin of the fruit, squeezed out the juice and fed it to Mr. Long.

As she was feeding, she felt that the face of the person in front of her seemed to be a little red, hidden under some black and red lines, not very obvious.

Looking closely, even the ears seemed to be a little red...

"Is it too hot?" Mu Wanwan felt that she seemed to have got some new skills in raising dragons, "Dragons don't like heat?"

She said softly, making the dragon, who had just absorbed some energy and finally recovered some consciousness, fall silent.

In fact, dragons don't really dislike heat.

Mr. Long said silently in his heart, and then he felt the quilt being lifted, and a warm and cool hand gently touched his arm. That place seemed to be suddenly branded with a small mark. There was no temperature, but it was hot.

Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Long's arm and found that his body temperature was fine, so she didn't lift the quilt completely. Instead, she helped him wipe his mouth clean. She looked at the dried fruit in her hand, which was only a layer of skin left. She still couldn't bear to throw it away, so she turned around and ate the fruit clean.

She thought no one would know such an embarrassing scene, but Mr. Long's fingers in the quilt trembled as if in pain.

Mu Wanwan nibbled on a fruit peel and felt that she had absorbed a lot of spiritual power, perhaps because of some psychological effect. She stretched her body and looked at the bright sunshine outside the room. She thought of something and couldn't help laughing. "I want to take you out to sunbathe."

"Will your scales suffer from calcium deficiency if you don't sunbathe for too long?"

Her tone was light, but when Mr. Long's consciousness touched the fruit core that had been gnawed clean and placed on the table, he felt a pain in his heart and felt very complicated.