The spiritual energy contained in a few low-grade spiritual stones was just a drop in the ocean for Mr. Long in the past, but it was very precious to Mr. Long now.

The spiritual energy slowly entered his body from the spiritual stones, just like the spring rain falling on the dry earth. Mr. Long gathered his consciousness and absorbed the spiritual energy carefully, unlike in his dream before. He used the powerful consciousness of the seventh level to manipulate the few weak spiritual energy. He only absorbed enough spiritual power to connect the two broken nuclei and then stopped.

They are very poor now, so they have to save money.

So Mu Wanwan watched helplessly as the spirit stones placed near Mr. Long's ears first shattered quickly, then shattered more and more frequently, until only three pieces remained.

The spirit stones shattered, did that mean that Mr. Long had actually absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, and that this method was useful?

Feeling a little happier, Mu Wanwan looked at the remaining three low-grade spirit stones, and secretly guessed in her heart whether it was because Mr. Long's body was now so weak that he could only absorb a few low-grade spirit stones. She rubbed her sore eyes, thought about it, and still didn't put the three spirit stones away.

If it was really because of insufficient spiritual energy that Mr. Long's tail rotted again, she couldn't take the spirit stones away now no matter what she said.

Mu Wanwan slowed down and checked Mr. Long's tail. It was no longer bleeding. Maybe it was because of the spirit stone.

"Mr. Long, I'm sorry." Mu Wanwan choked a little. She wanted to reach out and touch his broken horn, but she stopped in mid-air. It was her fault this time. If she hadn't broken Mr. Long's spirit stone, maybe his tail wouldn't be rotten again.

She apologized softly, but Mr. Long felt very uncomfortable when he heard it.

He knew that she was just thinking about bringing more money and going to the market to see if there was any other way out. She was also thinking about them and this family.

Home...

Mr. Long's ears were burned again and again, and he silently recited this magical word several times in his heart.

If this cold tyrant's house, if this place was just his temporary resting place, had her, maybe it could be called home.

The home he never had.

Mu Wanwan never thought that just because she apologized out of guilt, Mr. Long would think of "home". She didn't waste time, just flicked the low-grade spirit stone ash that was broken into powder away from Mr. Long's pillow, and moved the remaining three pieces to another position, and then picked up the quilt that was stained with scales and blood.

It's still early now, and the weather is good today. I have to deal with Mr. Long's tail quickly, and then wash the quilt and mattress, so that it can dry earlier.

Mu Wanwan was planning what to do next while filling a large basin with water. Because she wanted to wash the quilt, she took out the largest basin in the house. Mu Wanwan soaked the quilt in the water, added a lot of soap plants, and then trotted to the kitchen, boiled a lot of hot water, and disinfected the knives she had used before with hot water, and then returned to the room with the ointment.

Mu Wanwan put the basin away, took two handkerchiefs, wrapped her hands, glanced at Mr. Long who had his eyes closed, and said softly, "Mr. Long, I'll help you, it might hurt a little."

Although she swore to God that her words were just to help Mr. Long with his wounds and she had no other thoughts, but to Mr. Long, it was a signal that she was going to do something to him.

He felt a little nervous and his fingertips trembled. After he closed his eyes and waited for dozens of seconds, Mu Wanwan finally took action.

Her body temperature went straight to his tail through the thin handkerchief. He could clearly feel that she carefully avoided his wounds, and her soft palm half-forcefully dragged his long tail and placed it on the somewhat cold jade bed.

The tail in the half-dragon state was not particularly undressed except for a few places and the scales. Mr. Long felt okay and it didn't hurt -

did she want to clean the mattress that he had soiled? Mr. Long thought, and felt that he had calmed down a little.

But soon, he couldn't calm down anymore.

Because,

Mu Wanwan actually threw the handkerchief wrapped around her hand aside, rolled up her sleeves and hugged his waist!

From the moment her warm skin touched his chest and abdomen, Mr. Long felt something suddenly attacking from that skin all the way up, exploding a crackling electric current in his mind.

He was confused all of a sudden.

How could she touch his waist.

Except in a fight, no one has ever dared to touch his waist.

If there were no black and red curse marks on his face, Mu Wanwan would have been able to tell at a glance that Mr. Long's face was already red. But even with this mark, Mu Wanwan still saw clearly that his ears and neck had turned pink after completely getting Mr. Long off the dirty quilt.

Mu Wanwan: "?"

Is it very hot?

Without thinking too much, she stretched out her hand and put it on Mr. Long's forehead. Suddenly, she felt a temperature completely different from his body, a little hot.

That's right, because there was no spiritual energy, Mr. Long's tail was rotten again. Generally, people who are injured will have a fever. Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan's eyes turned red again.

"It's all my fault. I made you have a fever." She said softly, her voice full of frustration. She slowly let out a breath and threw the mattress on the ground.

Before Mr. Long could recover from the fact that she was hugging his waist, he felt her palm go down along his scales that had become a little slippery due to the rotten water and dirt, all the way down to his rotten wound.

The shyness of anger in his heart slowly turned into a throbbing that made Long feel overwhelmed. Her actions reminded him again and again that

she had never disliked him. She really had never disliked him.

The knife cut through the rotten scales and flesh. No matter how gentle and careful Mu Wanwan's movements were, the pain was not reduced at all. However, in Mr. Long's opinion, these pains were not as painful as the bite he got from the demon dog when he was a child fighting for rotten cakes.

He had never treated a wound so carefully before. The powerful self-healing ability of the dragon race made him hate his birth on the one hand, but he couldn't help but be proud of his talent on the other. Being treated like a treasure like this was the most novel experience in his life.

He even hoped that this pain could last longer.

Mu Wanwan carefully cleaned Mr. Long's tail, and then used a clean towel to wipe off the dirt on the scales near the wound. She applied medicine on him, and felt a little distressed when she saw his half-rotten tail with bones almost visible.

She had no idea why Mr. Long wanted to fight with those leaders.

Mu Wanwan shook her head and stopped thinking about it. Not to mention that she was a first-class monk and had no ability to care about the disputes of the bigwigs standing at the top of the mainland, just look at her current identity. A happy lady, she was an abandoned child in the Mu family. In the eyes of some people with ulterior motives, such as Ao Qin, she was probably just a tool. She was only valuable to Mr. Long, who was temporarily sick. She probably had no qualifications to care about Mr. Long's past.

Thinking this way, she was actually a little sad. Mu Wanwan secretly felt that she was really too dramatic. She stopped thinking about it, cleaned up the dirty room, covered Mr. Long with half of her quilt, and went out with the dirty mattress.

The room was quiet, and Mr. Long slowly came out of his indescribable feelings. His consciousness could clearly feel the spiritual stone beside his pillow, and his mood, which had been gloomy for many years, finally became a little brighter. He listened to the sound of water coming from Mu Wanwan washing clothes in the yard, and his consciousness gradually immersed himself.

Before Mu Wanwan appeared in his life, it would take him about three years to completely "wake up", but now, he felt that he could break the curse in about a year at most.

...

...

After Mu Wanwan spent a lot of effort to wash the dirty part of the quilt and the mattress, it was almost dark, and she felt that her old waist and legs could not bear it anymore.

In fact, to be honest, this body is much stronger than her previous one, and she has more strength. After all, her original body is also a first-level monk, which is much stronger than her who was once a mortal. But monks can't stand such torture!

These few days really exhausted her, and Mu Wanwan originally wanted to eat meat in the evening, but seeing Mr. Long's tail in the afternoon really affected her appetite. Not to mention that she felt that the smell in the house had not dissipated yet.

So the luxurious dinner in the evening was gloriously turned into drinking white rice porridge...

Because she was worried that the meat would go bad, Mu Wanwan simply marinated it with salt, but she didn't know if it was because of the sequelae of Mr. Long's tail. Now when she looks at this piece of good spiritual pig meat, she will subconsciously compare this meat with dragon meat.

Compared to healthy dragon meat, it seems to be a little darker in color, and the texture doesn't look that tight, but compared to unhealthy dragon meat, it seems to be very fresh and tender, and it seems that the taste should be okay... right?

When Mu Wanwan finished marinating the meat and cooking the porridge, she felt that she was floating when she walked. She must be crazy to keep comparing the difference between spiritual pork and dragon meat_(:з」∠)_After

finishing the light dinner and feeding Mr. Long a small bowl of spiritual rice porridge and half a hundred treasures fruit, Mu Wanwan boiled some water and went to the side hall to take a bath. After thinking about it, she carried half a bucket of hot water back to the room.

When she was cleaning Mr. Long's tail in the afternoon, she saw that his other scales were also dry and yellow. She didn't know if it was dirty or something else, so she decided to get some water to wipe him.

Mu Wanwan lifted the quilt, and the twisted posture of Mr. Long with his tail bent appeared in her eyes. Mu Wanwan smiled unkindly. She didn't pay attention in the afternoon and might not have arranged the man's tail properly.

"Mr. Long, let me wipe it for you." Mu Wanwan spoke in a low voice as usual, soaked the handkerchief with hot water, avoided his wounds, and wiped his scales bit by bit.

But after wiping all the way to his beautiful and tight waist, Mu Wanwan didn’t find anything remarkable except that the scales near his waist and abdomen were a little thick and a little softer than other places (Hey! At

this moment, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very safe, so Mr. Long’s current state is actually very safe, and there is no need to worry about the morning in the state of plant dragon (wow), because Mr. Long actually does not exist.

Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long’s evil and handsome face, his long and curved black eyelashes, and his distinct Adam’s apple, and then glanced at his thin waist, blushing slightly and sighing, such a handsome A dragon, in half dragon form, actually didn't have (wow——), what a pity.

Mu Wanwan took her eyes off Mr. Long's beautiful abdominal muscles with great difficulty, secretly cursing herself for being tempted by beauty, quickly finished washing up, and went out with the water.

At this time, Mr. Long was still fighting the curse in the pain of his meridians, and had no idea that his ability in half dragon form had been suspected by his wife. If he was awake, he would be very uncomfortable.

After all, the dragons would not casually reveal anything unless it was used! And to be honest, Mu Wanwan had already touched it, and he said he didn't have it, which was really aggrieved!

——Mu Wanwan poured out the water, tidied the room, counted the things she bought today, rubbed her sore neck, and prepared to go to bed. But when she was about to climb into bed like she did the previous two days, she discovered the problem.

Mr. Long had made the quilt and mattress dirty today, and they were not dry yet after washing.

They only had one quilt and mattress now, which was terrible.

Could it be that she was going to have sex with Mr. Long? Mu Wanwan was

a little dazed. She looked at Mr. Long, whose half-naked shoulders were buried in the big red wedding quilt. Suddenly, she felt a little short of breath. She was an innocent little girl before she traveled through time. Now she had a disabled husband, not to mention that she was forced to sleep in the same bed with him before, but it was two quilts. Now, did she have to sleep in the same quilt?

And Mr. Long was also an innocent girl. Dragon! Although he is a plant now, it cannot change the fact that he is a dragon of the opposite sex. Although he cannot and will not express any opinions now.

Mu Wanwan felt a headache. She looked at the dark sky outside and regretted why she could not open her third eye and buy an extra quilt when she was outside today.

It was getting late, and the power of late autumn was gradually showing. Even It felt a little cold in the room.

Mu Wanwan stood on the slippery floor and sighed deeply.

She resigned herself to the closet and searched around, but couldn't find any thick clothes.

Her sight touched the bench and table where she had slept prone before the bed was cleared. Mu Wanwan's eyes twitched. Was she going to have to sleep prone until the quilt was dry? This was too miserable, wasn't it?

……

……

——While Mu Wanwan was struggling over whether to sleep in the same bed with Mr. Long, in the Elf Market, in the shop where Mu Wanwan bought seeds during the day:

the lion beastman clan uncle closed the door of the shop and turned to go inside.

Cultivators like them who were above the third level had the qualifications to rent a shop in the market for a long time, and also had the qualifications to continue living in the market shop after the market closed at 6 pm every day. However, ordinary elves like Lan and Feng who had no cultivation were not qualified to continue staying in the Elf Market.

After lifting the curtain covering the counter and the inner room, the clan uncle walked in.

Mu Wanwan guessed right, they did still live here, and there was indeed a small bed behind the curtain. At this moment, a pretty woman was sitting on it. Her face was clean, and she didn't seem to be an orc. , there is also a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows, and he doesn't look very young anymore.

"Cough..." The woman coughed lightly, and Uncle Zong immediately became nervous. Such a big man, with tense muscles and helpless, stood beside her bed. He wanted to reach out to touch her but seemed so cautious.

"Brother Lei." The woman smiled at him with a pale face, "Are you done?"

She tried her best to appear happier, but there was still deep fatigue in her eyes.

The uncle couldn't help it anymore, so he walked to her side and held her hand. "Yun'er, I'll carry you to bed."

"Okay." The woman named Yun'er obediently lay in his arms. The man walked out of the small room inside the shop, opened the secret door at the back, and entered the yard.

"Brother Lei, how is Lan'er and the others' rental?" Yun'er asked, "I was too sleepy this afternoon and fell asleep."

"Haha." Uncle Zong hugged his lover, who was getting lighter and lighter, and endured the bitterness in his eyes. , he smiled heartily, "The little girl who came this afternoon, I thought she was another liar, but it turned out she was a good person."

"Lan'er and the others don't have to worry about the rent, the little girl actually secretly There was a low-grade spirit stone stuffed in the hood of the girl. She wasn’t afraid that a little elf like Lan’er would lose the spirit stone, even though she was so stingy when she was at my place this afternoon. ”

“That’s good…” Yun'er said this, as if she had used up all her strength.

"Yes, yes." The uncle hugged her arm tightly, "Don't worry about them, it's okay. Feng is smart. After he found out, he came to my place and exchanged the spirit stones for Silver and copper coins, saying that they couldn't let those elves find out that they had spirit stones. I laughed to death, haha. "

Although the uncle was smiling, the beast pattern on his forehead became brighter and brighter. He kept talking. He did it many times, until he was sure that the person in his arms had fallen asleep again, and then he slowly stopped.

He gently put the person on the bed, and looked at Yun'er's gradually pale face, feeling sad.

They knew each other when they were very young. Yun'er was once one of the most gifted beastmen warriors in the tribe. In order to give birth to children for him, she spent most of her talent. But even so, they still had no children after so many years.

He actually thought it didn't matter, after all, without a child, there would be no child, having each other was enough, but Yun'er wanted a child very much, and ended up being deceived by a hateful witch and drinking a cursed prescription . The remaining talents were sucked away, leaving only a weak body. Now he couldn't even transform into a beast, and could only rely on elixirs to survive.

But even though he gave everything, she woke up more and more "Yun'er .

" Zong Lei whispered her name and slowly calmed down.

Author's words: Many years later:

Mu Wanwan finally learned in tears and blood the correct way to open something in half-dragon form...

Mr. Dragon (proud): "How could I not have it? How could I not be able to do it!"