Lan Er was very happy about Mu Wanwan's offer of two silver coins. Feng just looked at her deeply, stretched out his pale and thin hand, and took the two silver coins as if he was going to receive some treasure. He held them tightly in his palm where Mu Wanwan didn't notice.

"Let's go." Feng turned around, leaning on his cane with one hand, and said in a flat voice.

Mu Wanwan nodded, met Lan Er's happy smile, and followed the brother and sister.

Because Feng had a problem with his legs, they walked very slowly and inevitably brushed shoulders with many people. The humans were fine as they just glanced at the siblings and looked away, but when they occasionally ran into many good-looking elves, they would get a sarcastic roll of the eyes.

When passing by a rouge shop, a cute black-haired elf girl called out Lan'er's name directly, "Hey, isn't this Lan'er? Did you sell the vegetables today?"

Mu Wanwan noticed that Lan'er's fists clenched in an instant. She bit her lip and said loudly after a long time, "Why should I tell you!"

"Hehe," the little girl rolled her eyes beautifully, "I don't want to know. Anyway, you won't be able to pay the rent soon. Then all the vegetables you worked so hard to grow will be mine!"

"You!" Lan'er was so angry that her face turned red. She didn't say a word for a long time.

Feng turned around silently, and a pair of ice-blue eyes lightly glanced at the chattering little girl. The girl immediately became like a chick with its neck pinched. She snorted and stopped talking.

Mu Wanwan watched Feng Yin pat the tearful Lan'er's head. She felt sympathy in her heart, but she thought of her own Mr. Long. He

was discriminated against by his tribe because of a birthmark. Did Mr. Long also experience this? If, in the elves where discrimination does not turn into actual violent harm, just because the face is not perfect enough, he will be ridiculed like this. Then,

in the dragon tribe where the strong always prey on the weak and discrimination is even more serious, how miserable is Mr. Long who was born with five claws and could not perfectly transform into a human form when he was young?

Dragon meat is a great supplement for some monks of other races, but the dragon race discriminates against dragons that are different from them. Because of his five claws, Mr. Long cannot perfectly transform into a human form and pretend to be a cub of another race. What kind of childhood did he spend?

The original book only briefly mentioned it, but she remembered it now. Mr. Long was an orphan dragon, and the dragon race did not have any welfare home. Where did the weak Mr. Long survive?

Mu Wanwan followed Feng, with the scene of Mr. Long lying on the bloodstained jade bed with his tail rotted in his mind. He felt as if something was stabbing him in the heart. When he came to his senses, he had followed the two siblings through almost half of the shops and arrived at the edge of the market. There

were obviously fewer people here, only a few people came occasionally. Mu Wanwan noticed that there were very few elves here, and basically all of them were human.

"This is it." Feng pointed to a shabby shop in the corner and walked in first.

"Senior." Lan'er tugged at Mu Wanwan's sleeve and said in a low voice, "The owner is a lion beastman with a bad temper."

"Nonsense, I have a very good temper!"

Before Mu Wanwan could react, a rough voice sounded from the front. She raised her head and met a sharp-edged face. He was an older man. There were some complicated patterns on his forehead, red, with three layers. According to the original body's memory, it was the beastman's beastman pattern.

This man was most likely the owner that Lan'er mentioned, and judging from the appearance of his beastman pattern, he should be a third-level fire-type beastman warrior.

"Hello, senior." Mu Wanwan greeted the shop owner, who was very generous. "Lan'er and the others brought you here. Do you want to buy seeds or sell spiritual plants?"

The group walked into the shop. The shop was more tidy than Mu Wanwan expected. As soon as he entered the door, he could see a curtain. The owner should still live here.

Outside the counter, there were two large wooden shelves. One of them was divided into many small grids, and the grids were marked. It was the place to store seeds. On the other wooden shelf, some dried or fresh spiritual plants were placed in some transparent containers. Mu Wanwan saw the figure of Ran Cao on the bottom layer of the second wooden shelf.

She suddenly became a little excited, and she felt even more grateful to Feng and Lan. It seemed that this store was not only a place to sell seeds, but also likely to recycle spiritual plants.

"You can look around. I haven't had any new customers for a long time, hahaha." The Lion Clan store manager said to Mu Wanwan, "Or you can just tell me what you want. I usually have it here."

Mu Wanwan's eyes lit up. She looked at Feng, who was standing at the door without saying a word, and asked, "Senior, I want to buy some burning grass seeds."

"Oh, burning grass seeds." The lion beastman glanced at her, "I have quite a few here. Since Feng brought you here, I won't sell them to you at a high price, one copper coin per seed."

Mu Wanwan frowned slightly. One copper coin per burning grass seed was equivalent to one yuan per seed. Moreover, cultivating burning grass was risky. Generally, the success rate of a first-level wood cultivator was about 60%. According to her current spiritual power, cultivating ten seeds a day was the limit. In other words, out of ten seeds, she might only be able to cultivate six plants of burning grass. With a principal

of ten yuan, if she sold one burning grass at the market price of one silver coin, she could only earn five silver coins a day. Five silver coins were not even enough for half a low-grade spiritual stone! Not to mention that she might not be able to find a seller who is willing to spend a silver coin to buy a plant of herb.

Mu Wanwan calculated the amount in her mind and did not directly say how much she wanted. Instead, she asked a new question, "Senior, do you accept freshly cultivated herb?"

The lion beastman was stunned for a second, then laughed, "Yes, I do. Why, do you want to buy seeds from me, cultivate them, and then send them to me to make money?"

Mu Wanwan knew that this boss was not very powerful. She was weak, and he was an old beastman. She knew that she would not be able to hide her little thoughts from him, so she did not hide it. "Senior, my husband is seriously ill and bedridden. If you could take him in, I would be very grateful."

Her words touched the beastman boss's pain. His expression suddenly became ferocious, and the beast pattern on his forehead suddenly turned red. He punched the wall with a loud bang.

Mu Wanwan was startled to see the beastman staring at him and growling, "If you lie to me, I will tear you apart immediately."

Lan'er was also frightened, but Feng was unexpectedly calm, "Uncle Zong, calm down."

Mu Wanwan clearly heard a slight cough from behind the curtain after Feng's words fell, and after the cough, the beastman called Uncle Zong almost immediately calmed down, the beast pattern gradually dimmed, and his eyes, which were originally energetic, also dimmed a lot.

He curled his lips at the stunned Mu Wanwan and said, "I'll take them. I can give you the market price, one silver coin per plant, or you can exchange twelve plants of burning grass for one low-grade spirit stone."

Mu Wanwan then noticed that there was a faint smell of medicine in the store. She had just thought it was the smell of some spiritual plants and didn't pay much attention to it. Now, combined with the cough she just heard, she probably guessed that it was her words "bedridden lover" that provoked the orc in front of her who looked very generous.

It was estimated that there were many people who wanted to get a discount under this banner like her, but were found to be scammers.

But even so, the orc was still willing to believe that she did not deceive him.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but said, "Senior, this junior is definitely not lying."

"Stop talking, how many seeds do you want, get it quickly." The orc raised his eyebrows again, but Mu Wanwan, who saw through his soft temper, raised his eyebrows, and asked a little more aggressively, "Junior, there are some seeds here, I wonder if senior can help me find out what they are?"

...

While Mu Wanwan was struggling to bargain with the orcs at the market, Mr. Long, who was lying on the bed, was suppressing the curse in his body in great pain.

He had been doing this all night.

In order to prevent Mu Wanwan from suddenly smelling the rancid smell while he was sleeping soundly.

Because of the lack of spiritual energy in the past two days, Mr. Long's nucleus and meridians were broken, and he could not absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth under the pressure of the curse in his body. He had been trying his best to restrain himself.

However, Mr. Long's tail could not be suppressed in the end. Less than a quarter of an hour after Mu Wanwan left, it rotted again.

His fingertips trembled in pain, and Mr. Long's face turned pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He could feel the scales cracking and the flesh being cut off in an instant.

The room was obviously cleaned by Mu Wanwan and filled with the fragrance of soap plants, but at this moment, it was messed up by him and smelled bad.

If he could move, he would have wanted to chop off half of his tail, but now, he could do nothing.

Mr. Long felt the slowly flowing putrid fluid, and his heart was as desolate as a thorny land.

He was finished, no one would take care of an ugly dragon whose tail would keep rotting without regrets. She was just Mrs. Chongxi, why did she not despise him?

When she came back, the beautiful dream would end.