Soon the day of departure came. With the experience from the last time, Mu Wanwan prepared many things before departure this time.

The first was the two silver coins required to enter the city. She was a little glad that she did not spend all the silver coins on meat after leaving the market. Now she only had two silver coins left.

The low-grade spirit stone was used by Mr. Long when he was in unbearable pain, but fortunately his tail got better during this period and did not continue to rot.

The next thing was the burning grass and green star grass, which were the hopes for the family's future life.

In the past two days, she almost drained the wood spirit power in her body to cultivate the seeds. Finally, all the seeds were cultivated the day before departure. It was just that it took a long time for a seedling to grow into a mature plant, so this time she couldn't take all the successfully cultivated seedlings to the market.

But Mu Wanwan calculated that of the 150 burning grass seeds she bought, excluding those that failed to be cultivated and some newly cultivated seedlings, she harvested a total of 108 burning grasses. And from the 30 green star grass seeds, she harvested 16 plants.

The burning grass she had just cultivated was much fresher and slightly larger than the ones she saw in the kitchen. The green star grass was a blue plant with two long and thin leaves that stretched out, revealing a small round green translucent fruit in the middle.

According to common sense, this small translucent fruit is the essence of the entire green star grass.

Because there were still some young green star grass at home, Mu Wanwan decided to take all the mature green star grass and burning grass away to exchange for money and seeds, and keep the treasure fruits waiting for Mr. Long at home for replenishment after eating.

Mu Wanwan thought about it, put all the things she wanted to take away in the backpack, washed her hands, walked into the room, and glanced at Mr. Long inadvertently -

maybe the spiritual stones and treasure fruits she put in the past few days had some effect, the purple on Mr. Long's lips faded a little, and the color of his tail was a little brighter, but only a little.

But at least he didn't look as scary as the first time she saw him, and he looked more like a living dragon.

It was already night, and the room was lit. The warm light and Mr. Long lying on the bed made her feel less lonely.

Mu Wanwan walked to the bed and sat down. She took out the list she had written down earlier and said to Mr. Long on the bed, "If everything goes well this time, the things can be sold for thirteen low-grade spirit stones. After deducting the cost of buying seeds next time, the estimated net profit will be only ten low-grade spirit stones."

Mu Wanwan calculated quietly. In fact, she didn't really want Mr. Long to know, but she didn't want to appear lonely running a household alone.

"It's the end of October now, and the weather is getting colder. We need to buy some winter clothes and warm stones." Mu Wanwan calculated and felt a headache again, "These are not cheap..."

Mr. Long lay quietly on the bed and listened to her reading tomorrow's plan and the things that were missing at home. He felt bad. He was still awake for a short time these days. It was good to be awake for more than half an hour a day.

Under the dual effects of the spiritual power that Mu Wanwan fed him and his efforts, the third broken nucleus was finally connected, which reduced some of the pain and curse, and also allowed his right hand and wrist to move in a small range.

If he was given another half a month, maybe he would be able to open his eyes and see her with his own eyes.

And in this less than half an hour to an hour every day, he saw her either taking care of him or cultivating seeds. The only time she rested was when she went to bed at night.

If possible, he really didn't want her to be tired anymore, but he was so incompetent that he could do nothing but lie in bed and accept her good surprise.

This feeling of powerlessness was even stronger than when he was hunted down as a child. It

was so strong that sometimes he even wanted to wake up at all costs.

However, if he destroyed his cultivation and gave up waking up from his nucleus, it would be equivalent to giving up the possibility of making further progress in cultivation. It would also be equivalent to becoming a truly useless waste. Even if he really woke up, it would probably not be a good thing for her.

He wanted to recover quickly and have enough strength to take her away and protect her.

Mr. Long thought about it, and felt stuffy in his chest, as if he was torn by guilt.

"Mr. Long, you look so bad." Mu Wanwan thought for a long time, and just when she wanted to give up, she caught a glimpse of her own Mr. Long's evil and handsome face, which was even paler than usual. She even saw a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his lips.

Could it be that his condition has become serious again?

Mu Wanwan thought of the miserable look of him vomiting blood last time, and she stood up quickly, picked up the ginseng that was cut in half, cut another small piece, hurried to the bed, and pinched his chin with her hand.

Slightly warm and soft fingers pressed on Mr. Long's lips, which made him get out of the self-blaming mood in an instant.

Before Mr. Long could react, he felt two soft fingers pinching the familiar ginseng slices, gently prying open his slightly sharp teeth, and putting them into his mouth.

It turned out that when he was unconscious before, she fed him ginseng slices in this way, not... like that...

The previous guess in his mind was completely denied, and Mr. Long felt a little uncomfortable, but he soon realized something, and his ears felt a little hot again.

This time he was just a little angry, and there was no serious injury like before. But she looked very anxious, so she actually cares about him a lot, right?

Mr. Long's heart beat a little faster, and his soft tongue licked lightly out of reflex, just like the instinctive swallowing of porridge when he was unconscious.

The wet and hot touch touched Mu Wanwan's fingertips, and both Long and he froze at the same time.

Mr. Long swore that it was really just a conditioned reflex, and he was even a little afraid that his wife would dislike him and feel disgusted with him, so he didn't dare to move at all, but his eyelashes trembled and his ears were red.

Mu Wanwan froze for a second, and the fingertips that he licked felt a little hot. She quickly pulled her fingers out, and there were sparkles on them. Mu Wanwan walked out silently and washed her hands, pretending nothing happened.

She actually had a very strange feeling in her heart. She couldn't say she disliked him, but she didn't like him much either. In short, it was very complicated. Anyway, when she changed the ginseng slices for Mr. Long before, she would also touch his tongue and teeth, although Mr. Long did not move before...

It should be a normal instinctive reaction, right?

Mu Wanwan thought silently, after all, Mr. Long can also swallow by instinct, it is probably similar to that...

She will just think of it as being licked by a puppy!

Mu Wanwan found a similar excuse for herself, and stopped thinking about it. She wiped the blood off the corner of Mr. Long's lips, counted the things to leave tomorrow, and prepared to go to bed.

But a certain dragon, although he had a ginseng slice in his mouth, he kept thinking of something else, and his cheeks were always hot.

He had been awake for a long time today, but soon he couldn't hold on and fainted again, fighting against the curse in his body.

The author has something to say: Mr. Dragon: "If you don't really like it, who would be willing to be a dragon licker?"