The spiritual stones that filled up half of the room gradually turned into mist, and gradually penetrated into Mu Wanwan's body.

The solid ball in her dantian, which originally represented the third-level strength, also began to spin rapidly, and cracked with a "crack", and a little wood-type spiritual power flowed out from her body. While the spiritual stones were consumed quickly, the seeds also quickly grew into spiritual plants.

Strange-looking spiritual plants grew rapidly in the room. Mr. Long saw a purple spiritual plant that bloomed like coral, and was a little surprised -

this kind of spiritual plant is very rare and difficult to cultivate. I didn't expect that Madam could cultivate it so easily.

There was a little pride in my heart, and a little inferiority.

Mr. Long continued to pour out the spiritual stones while putting a soundproof cover on Meng Meng who was about to roll over in comfort. Breaking through from level three to level four was crucial and could not be disturbed.

Jiu was a little unhappy because of the soundproofing, but he glanced at a certain dragon who was bathing in the moist green light and whose bald ears were all blown up, arched his fat body, and turned his little butt towards his old father.

Bah, it was too much for the man to lose the dragon.

Long's eyelashes trembled, and he stretched out his arms to catch the little spiritual power. He did not reject the jumping light points into his body. It was obviously a different kind of spiritual power, but he did not feel any discomfort.

With his slender fingertips touching the spirit stone, Mr. Long could clearly feel the light points slowly dissipating along the meridians, leaving only a warm feeling.

Is this her talent?

The mutated wood-type spiritual power should be more appropriately called vitality, right?

There was a touch of warmth in Mr. Long's eyes. He looked at Mu Wanwan, who was clearly breaking through but still thinking about something and did not put down the Gu Shen Dan in her hand. His heart was filled.

In their new home, he did not care about the broken ears and the hidden tail without a tip.

He

liked her more every minute and every second than before.

The wife Long started to be sentimental again, while Wan Zong was very focused on developing her hard power.

The feeling of breakthrough was very wonderful. She felt as if she had turned into a large "magnet", and the spiritual power in those spiritual stones was like fine iron filings, gathering to her little by little, giving her the illusion that she had become very powerful.

But the pleasure of the sudden increase in strength only lasted for about an hour, and Mu Wan Wan began to feel that the speed of absorbing spiritual power had slowed down.

The spiritual power storage in her dantian was much larger, and it changed from the original golden elixir to a small miniature version of herself. At the same time, the group of consciousness that was previously locked in the sea of ​​consciousness also grew rapidly and became stronger with the appearance of the "little man", and gradually spread out with her as the center.

This time the range was a little wider, and she could just "see" the crazy growing spiritual plants and the fat beetles rolling around her, and a small section of the dragon's tail swinging left and right.

Mr. Long seemed to be in a good mood.

Mu Wanwan curled the corners of her lips. Mr. Long, who was too guilty to release his consciousness, didn't know that his small shortcoming of wagging his tail when he was happy was also discovered by his wife. He just stayed very comfortably in the range of his wife's spiritual power, with his scales spread out, looking very relaxed and lost.

In addition to Mr. Long's little secret, Mu Wanwan also discovered that within the range of her sea of ​​consciousness, the spiritual plants seemed to be labeled as if they were unique to them, and each plant was refined under her consciousness.

At first, she judged the impurities in Ningxue based on whether Mengmeng liked to eat it or not. Later, when she needed to use new spiritual plants, she asked Mengmeng to taste them and then made subsequent explorations to remember which parts were suitable for refining pills and which were not.

But now, she can clearly "see" the distribution of impurities in each spiritual plant.

What surprised her a little was that a small part of the pistil of Ningxue that she had always discarded was also pure.

And the Gushen Pill that was about to take shape in the pill furnace actually had some impurities that she had not discovered before.

It must be improved.

President Wan determined the goal, quickly separated the impurities in the pill, added Ningxue in, and upgraded the pill.

This time, with the help of her spiritual consciousness, she didn't need to worry as much as before, and quickly completed the spiritual upgrading process that almost made her vomit blood last time. The quality of the pills she refined this time was very good, and she didn't know if it was supported by the spiritual stones, but she felt that she didn't consume much energy.

At the moment when the pills were successfully upgraded, a violent tremor came from the pill furnace. Mu Wanwan's face froze, and she quickly suppressed the pills with spiritual power and sealed them in the jade bottle.

When she opened her eyes after seeing everything that happened last night, she could see clearly what Mr. Long looked like in the corner:

he had retracted his tail tip at some point, and was sitting on a stool that was almost buried by the spirit stone, looking at her with his phoenix eyes. Maybe it was because he felt comfortable shaking his tail just now, his handsome face was slightly red, his lips were curled, his forehead was trembling, and his voice was clear——

"Congratulations, Madam, on your breakthrough." He was so well-behaved

that it was unbelievable.

"Well." Mu Wanwan smiled and handed him the jade bottle in his hand, "Here you go."

"?" Mr. Long glanced at the jade bottle, looked at the smiling Madam in front of him, and lowered his head a little embarrassedly, "No need."

Jiu, who was watching from the side, was angry. He had wanted to eat for a long time, but had never had the chance, and this dragon didn't want it.

"Chirp!"

The big white fur ball jumped up. Although it was silenced, it didn't stop it from touching Mu Wanwan.

"Mengmeng wants to eat?" Mu Wanwan lowered her head, looking at Mengmeng's wavy eyes and her little mouth that opened and closed but made no sound. She looked at Mr. Long helplessly.

Long froze, grabbed her arm, took the jade bottle from her hand, and then, like a dragon, argued cunningly, "Long wants to eat again."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"Okay, let Mengmeng out." After Mu Wanwan finished speaking, Mr. Long reluctantly stretched out his hand and nodded, and Mengmeng returned to the world of sound, but she was still feeling aggrieved.

Mu Wanwan touched its head, "I'll refine some for you later."

After she finished speaking, she felt a certain dragon looking at her, and turned her head to meet his gaze, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Long pinched the jade bottle and quickly lowered his head, "Nothing."

Mu Wanwan was puzzled in her heart. Mr. Long was really not good at lying. This look, it was obvious that he was hiding something.

The things he couldn't hide were usually related to her and made Long feel very embarrassed .

Mu Wanwan thought about it and probably guessed something. She was not stupid. Combined with the fact that Mr. Long pretended to sleep before, maybe it was consciousness?

Her face was also gradually getting hot. Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very ashamed. If Mr. Long had woken up early, if he could use his spiritual consciousness to see what she was doing

, the man and the dragon blushed in tacit understanding. Mu Wanwan said carefully, "Spiritual consciousness."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the dragon suddenly stiffened for a moment.

Mu Wanwan said, "It can distinguish the impurities of spiritual plants. It's really useful."

She glanced at the dragon and saw that it slowly calmed down, and then whispered to her, "Yeah."

"I have some pill formulas I want to try." Mu Wanwan changed the subject.

"Okay." Mr. Long responded. When Mu Wanwan turned around, he couldn't help but stand up and hold her, "Hold me for a while."

He wanted to stay with her for a while. Just a simple contact would make him feel comfortable.

The air was a little ambiguous. Mu Wanwan felt itchy and turned to look at him, "Do you want a kiss?"

"Yeah."

After a while of leaning against the wall, Mr. Long said he wanted to go outside to practice for a long time.

Mu Wanwan classified all the spiritual plants. In fact, she didn't absorb a lot of spiritual power in this breakthrough, but she made great progress in the speed of cultivating spiritual plants and the efficiency of refining pills.

She spent some time to find the main material for refining the demon-exorcising pill, which was a second-level spiritual plant whose flower looked similar to coral.

There were some small bubbles on the "coral", and when they were poked open, they were the seeds of this kind of spiritual plant.

Because of the advancement, her speed of refining pills increased a lot, which made Mengmeng suffer. Feiju lost the qualification to play, and was pressed in front of the pill furnace by her old mother who kept saying "Mengmeng is great, great, keep it up".

When Mu Wanwan tried all the formula combinations she wanted to try, Maoju was already exhausted. Mu Wanwan fed it a third-level Ningxue Pill, and Maoju was no longer angry, and even burped a little happily_(:3」∠)_Mu

Wanwan stroked Maoju twice and sorted out the results -

the exorcist pill was only second-level, but the raw materials were spiritual plants like corals that were easy to cultivate. One spiritual plant, combined with some dredging flowers and an ugly first-level spiritual grass called "demon grass", could refine a furnace. One furnace can produce nearly twenty pills. She is at the fourth level and can refine them easily.

In addition to the Exorcist Pill, she spent a lot of time refining many upgraded versions of the Soul-Fixing Pill. To be precise, the one with Ningxue added should be called the Soul-Fixing Pill.

In addition, she refined some pills with strange effects. In the end, she even refined a kind of sticky paste that was not really a pill. It had no other effect except lubrication and pain relief.

Of course, Mu Wanwan quickly put away the paste with a red face, and was determined not to let Mr. Long see it. What

if he misunderstood and thought she wanted it?

She got everything ready and looked at the sky outside. It was still very early, probably only two or three in the afternoon.

"Meng Meng, let's go to the door and wait for your father to come back."

Mu Wanwan picked up Feichu and walked to the door of the wooden house. She felt a little emotional. She looked like a person who was doing housework and waiting for her husband to come back

. Oh no, the dragon's wife. The picture was a bit strong. She even began to imagine what her dragon husband would do. When he was cultivating, would he also like to shake his ears like he did just now, or was he looking for sweet food.

Speaking of which, Mu Wanwan's thoughts were a bit far-sighted -

she once thought that Mr. Long had no sense of taste. Every time she made something, he would eat it cleanly, which made her have the illusion that he liked to eat everything.

But after many deliberate observations, she found that this dragon actually liked sweet food more.

Although he has always been in a state of facial paralysis, when he eats something sweet, a faint light will unconsciously flash in his eyes, and the corners of his lips will also rise a little.

In fact, he should be the little sweet wife.

Mu Wanwan was almost unable to suppress her smile when she thought about it. She was simply poisoned. Just thinking about him, her heartbeat would unconsciously speed up.

This time Mr. Long did not let her wait for a long time. When she was still thinking about some of his little hobbies, Mr. Long had already endured the pain and put away his tail and hurried back.

The seventh pronucleus is difficult to reconnect. Every time it is cultivated, it will be painful. Large pieces of scales will fall off. If she sees it, she will feel distressed.