Bai Shuiyao's mouth hurt so much that her beautiful peach blossom eyes widened, with disbelief written all over her face.

"Wow...!!"

Is this still the silly sister who always obeys her? How dare she put the dirty seed into her mouth!!

Mu Wanwan didn't bother to look at her, and raised her eyes to look at Fu Liu, whose eyebrows were filled with surprise, and she spoke nonsense without changing her expression, "Lord Ao Qin met me yesterday and gave me a token. If I die, Lord Ao Qin will know it immediately."

"And..." Mu Wanwan smiled at Fu Liu, "What if I say that my mother left me a second-level fire source stone?"

"Second-level fire source stone!" A little maid screamed in surprise and took two steps back unconsciously.

The second-level fire source stone is a kind of fire crystal. It will produce a violent explosion after being hit by a severe impact or spiritual power. Those below the second level will die if touched, and those below the third level will be seriously injured. The market price is one piece of top-grade spiritual stone.

Fu Liu was also shocked and looked at Mu Wanwan with strange eyes. At this moment, she admired Mrs. Chongxi, who had always cried before. In fact, she knew that this person might just lie to her and didn't have any fire source stone, but she didn't need to take this risk for the treasure that Bai Shuiyao mentioned that might not exist.

"Madam, don't listen to Bai Shuiyao's nonsense. We never thought of exchanging." Fu Liu was the first to give in. Facing Bai Shuiyao's sobbing and shaking innocent face, she had no sympathy for her. She took out a green rope from her sleeve and waved to the maids behind her. They surrounded her and tied up Bai Shuiyao.

"Wait a minute." When they were pulling the struggling Bai Shuiyao to leave, Mu Wanwan walked forward without changing her expression and pulled hard at the seed that had blocked half of Bai Shuiyao's mouth because of the force she used. Because it was a bit too hard, only half of it came out.

The maid who had spoken for Qingye before watched Bai Shuiyao cry in pain, her face flushed with excitement, "Bah, you deserve it!"

Mu Wanwan pulled out the seed, and Bai Shuiyao immediately screamed, "Mu Wanwan, you black-hearted bitch, I won't let you go!"

"Why are you screaming!" The maid was also a master who could read people's faces. Seeing that Fu Liu was not going to help Bai Shuiyao, she slapped Bai Shuiyao hard on the face, "What qualifications do you have to speak rudely to the lady!"

She slapped without mercy, and there was a crisp sound of "slap", which even Mu Wanwan felt a little painful.

Bai Shuiyao was stunned by her slap, with blood at the corner of his mouth and tears at the corner of his eyes. I felt sorry for him.

Fu Liu bowed slightly to Mu Wanwan, and walked out with a few people. The little maid bowed to Mu Wanwan with sparkling eyes, and then poked Bai Shuiyao on the back and left. After

they all left, Mu Wanwan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, put the half-destroyed seeds aside, slowly walked to the gate of the courtyard, and locked the heavy door.

She looked at the lifelike golden dragon carved on the gate of the courtyard, and patted the dragon's head in anger.

This time it actually seemed to be solved very easily, but in fact it also concealed a great crisis.

If Bai Shuiyao hadn't been too anxious and had made too many mistakes, if she had grown up a little more and planned carefully, she might really be replaced. What second-level fire source stone? She doesn't have such a thing. The original body's mother was also a coward. Her own strength was only second-level. She usually served as a slave to Mu's father at home. Otherwise, how could Bai Shuiyao, the illegitimate daughter of the concubine, climb over them?

Not to mention the second-level fire source stone, the original body's mother didn't even have a gold coin in her private possession, and she left nothing for the original body.

Mu Wanwan scratched her hair and sighed deeply. She wanted to thank Bai Shuiyao for her own death. This time she was punished to do hard labor in the cold palace near the forbidden area, and she and Mr. Long could live a peaceful life for a few days.

Three years, as long as she survived three years, when Mr. Long woke up, he would definitely give her a way out because she had taken care of him for three years.

She doesn't ask for wealth and glory, she just hopes to live in peace and safety.

Mu Wanwan leaned against the cold door, looking at the palace where the tyrant was lying, and suddenly felt that the yard was empty and lonely.

She was a very strong person, and she had lived alone for so many years, so there was no reason for her to be lonely.

Mu Wanwan thought so, but she still didn't want to do anything. She washed her hands, went back to the room, and looked at Mr. Long lying on the jade bed.

She didn't know if it was because the tail had been cleaned, but his face looked much better. Although it was still covered with vicious black and red lines, the space between his eyebrows had stretched a little, and the lines would still move from time to time, but he didn't look so scary anymore.

Mu Wanwan was originally feeling very uncomfortable, but seeing the tyrant who was once a villain now lying in the red wedding quilt like a young wife who completely depends on her, she felt strangely comfortable.

She didn't know what went wrong, and she reached out and poked Mr. Long's cheek.

He was very thin, not much meat, but still soft.

Mr. Long's cheek did not bulge because of the black and red lines that seemed to float on the surface. If you feel it carefully, it seems to be a little smooth.

Mu Wanwan poked him several times before she realized what she was doing. She quickly withdrew her hand and smiled helplessly, "Mr. Long, will you really like Bai Shuiyao in the future?"

Her voice was very soft, like a low breeze, which disappeared in an instant. The tyrant who was in pain did not hear her and naturally did not give her any response.

Mu Wanwan was not surprised. She sat by the bed for a while, feeling confused. In front of her eyes, she saw the hateful look of Bai Shuiyao before she left. Then, she saw Ao Qin's threatening warning at the ancestral hall that day. Then, she saw the few low-grade spiritual stones in her pocket. Then, she saw a ball of dust next to Mr. Long's ear this morning...

The potential crisis and the pressure of life were all on her. Mu Wanwan was actually very tired. She sat for a long time. The sun outside gradually went down and the room gradually became dark.

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head and caught a glimpse of Mr. Long.

His breathing was steady. The room was bright before, and Mu Wanwan didn't notice that his mouth was covered with a layer of Baizhen Fruit juice, which looked shiny. There was also a little purple on his lips, and the mixture actually had the effect of applying dazzling purple lip gloss.

She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips. She remembered that she forgot to wipe his mouth dry when she fed him juice before. However, it was still quite good-looking. She

didn't know if it was because she was amused by Mr. Long's lip gloss, but Mu Wanwan felt that she was in a much better mood.

She stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook -

despite internal and external worries and difficult life, life still had to go on, and she had to always look forward.

Sitting and waiting for death is not a solution. After arranging things for Mr. Long in the next two days, she will apply for an outing to see if she can find some business opportunities.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long (weak, pitiful, helpless, and in pain.jpg): "Today, I still can't wake up."