The night in late autumn was very cold. The dark and quiet room was dark without a single light.

The sound of her heartbeat was very clear. Mr. Long could clearly feel her breath spraying on his chest, but his heart gradually calmed down.

Because the wife had a special spiritual power in the fruit of the Green Star Grass and the spiritual power replenishment during this period, Mr. Long had successfully connected the three broken nuclei, and the circulation of the internal skills resisted part of the curse.

If the abyss monsters had not suddenly attacked when his nucleus was broken, perhaps he would not have fallen into such a miserable situation now.

However, perhaps this defeat was a lucky thing.

His consciousness passed over the spirit stone placed beside his ear, and then gently brushed Mu Wanwan's cheek, dissipating into the air.

Mr. Long withdrew his consciousness and began to look inward at the curse in his body.

The most vicious curse spread from his rotten tail all the way to his limbs and bones, binding his meridians. The entire dragon, from bones to skin, had only a small area around the prokaryotic fragments that was relatively clean, and only the blood in the heart was still pure.

For a dragon, the scales are the bottom line, the horns are dignity, the tail is a weapon for fighting, the prokaryotic nucleus is a place to store energy, and the blood in the heart is the condensation of talent and life.

The blood from the dragon's heart can be refined into a precious elixir that prolongs life, and can also be used as a medicine to cultivate the most powerful puppet warriors of the witch clan. Dragon meat is also very nutritious. Although blood from other parts of the dragon is not as useful as blood from the heart, it is also a good material for refining medicine.

As an orphan dragon who has been unable to transform perfectly since childhood and has no one to protect him, Mr. Long has encountered too many people who wanted to kill him for his blood in the first few decades of his life, so many that he can't remember them all.

But none of those people succeeded.

Now, he is willing to endure the heart-wrenching pain.

But now, he needs a little power to temporarily suppress the curse.

The spiritual stone that Madam brought back this time could temporarily suppress the curse for a few minutes, but at the cost of a week of coma.

Without any hesitation, Mr. Long calmly made a decision. The next moment, the middle-grade spiritual stone that Mu Wanwan had placed on his pillow quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, along with the two lower-grade spiritual stones around it, which also turned into misty spiritual power and penetrated into his body.

Half a moment later, Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the black and red lines on his cheeks seemed to come alive, flashing a ferocious red light, which made Mr. Long's expression a little scary.

He wanted her to see his best look, and he wanted her to see his human form.

The scales began to show signs of cracking, and the dragon's tail began to tremble unnaturally. The whole dragon began to emit a faint golden light, which was very dazzling in the night, making Mu Wanwan, who was in a coma, very uncomfortable.

She struggled uncomfortably and moved twice, trying to make her pillow more obedient, but before she could finish her protest, she felt her legs bent and her shoulders sank, and she was pressed on the bed by something.

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes slightly in dissatisfaction, but what she saw was a pair of pupils as bright as flowing gold, like two beams of light in the dark night, embedded in the narrow eye sockets, staring straight at her.

Mr. Long stared at her eyes, which were as thick as honey. He didn't expect her to open them suddenly. Her long and curled eyelashes trembled shyly.

Her long black hair was draped behind her, with two strands hanging by her ears. Her nose was high, her thin lips were pursed a little embarrassedly, and the tips of her ears were a little red.

He could finally see her with his own eyes, although it was only for a few minutes.

Mr. Long looked at her seriously, from her forehead wet with cold sweat, greedily moving his eyes across her eyelids, nose tip, and stopping at Mu Wanwan's slightly chapped lips.

He even couldn't help but want to kiss her, just like he had imagined in his mind.

But before Mr. Long, who had excellent night vision, could take any action, he saw Mu Wanwan showing an uncomfortable expression as soon as she saw him. She even squinted her eyes as if they were stung, and tears were faintly in the corners of her eyes.

Could it be?

He made her cry?

Mr. Long was a little dazed for a moment. He felt wronged in his heart, but his face was cold. He slowly changed his golden pupils back to normal black and stopped his childish behavior.

But even though he changed back, Mu Wanwan couldn't stop crying.

She didn't cry because of Mr. Long. She didn't see Mr. Long's appearance clearly.

His eyes were so bright, and Mu Wanwan was only a first-class monk who had been in darkness for a long time. Seeing something so bright all of a sudden stimulated her eyes and caused physiological tears to flow out. She was hazy and her head was hurting, so she couldn't stop crying.

Moreover, although Mr. Long woke up, in the unconscious eyes of Mu Wanwan, the pillow in her dream suddenly turned into a bad guy. Not only did it not keep her warm, but it also pressed her, making her very uncomfortable.

Mr. Long was stiff. Mr. Long was injured.

He knew that the dragon-tearing behaviors he had secretly seen in the dark alleys before were all lies. They said that the purer the color of the pupil, the better the bloodline talent, and many dragons would be willing to lay eggs for him. It turned out to be fake.

Now, he woke up for once, and not only did he fail to impress his wife, he also failed to deceive her with his handsome face before the curse. Instead, he made her cry with ugliness.

Mr. Long felt bitter, and he was at a loss as to what to do when he saw the tears rolling down her eyes like beads.

"Be good." Mr. Long wiped the tears from her eyes gently with his fingertips, and made a hoarse voice that was almost a whisper after not speaking for a long time.

But Mu Wanwan couldn't hear it.

She felt uncomfortable with her eyes closed, so she simply closed her eyes.

Mr. Long: "..."

A low laugh came from the darkness, more like a helpless sigh.

His rough fingertips pressed against her soft lips, and his cheeks became hot as he thought about what was going to happen next.

He was going to feed her the blood from his heart, which was not considered taking advantage... right...

But before he passed out, he wanted to look at her a few more times.

Mr. Long stared at her weak face in the dark night almost greedily, over and over again, until there was less than two minutes left, Mr. Long slowly retracted his gaze and gently closed his eyes. The

next moment, his cheeks suddenly turned pale, and the black and red curse patterns that had been suppressed and could not appear suddenly appeared, and even the little secret that he had always been reluctant to let others discover was exposed.

But Mr. Long did not know how miserable and wolfish he looked at this moment.

He carefully scooped out half a drop of blood from his heart, used his spiritual power to carry it all the way, held it on the tip of his tongue, and slowly leaned down, not daring to close his eyes, just following his feeling, and moved it to Mu Wanwan's lips. They

could smell each other's breath.

He still didn't have the ability to kiss her, so he just gently pinched her chin, used his limited spiritual power to drag the half drop of blood into Mu Wanwan's mouth.

Mr. Long's face turned pale, but his ears were very red, and he even felt a little dizzy, which was more exciting than when he took the sixth-level spiritual pill before.

The curse in his body began to rebound, and with it the blood in his heart. Mr. Long looked ugly. He forced himself to lie down again. Almost at the moment he recovered his previous posture, his straight and slender legs immediately turned into a long and slightly rotten dragon tail.

The carefully hidden broken horns also emerged, and even next to the broken horns, a pair of furry white ears grew.

Although it hurt a lot, Mr. Long was still full of sweetness and felt that he had finally paid a little for his wife. He didn't know that the secret that he had never revealed in front of others since he became an adult, and even suppressed after being seriously injured and unconscious, was exposed like this.

After all, he had never lost his heart blood before, and he didn't know there would be such side effects (￣︶￣)

Mr. Long was too weak and fell into a coma, and Wanwan's situation was not much better.

Her body was only at the early stage of the first level, and she had been overdrawing her spiritual power during this period, but she was not cursed and could slowly absorb some spiritual power from the heaven and earth to replenish it. In recent days, her cultivation level has also been raised to the middle stage of the first level.

But the middle stage of the first level is only slightly stronger than that of a mortal, and it is still a long way from absorbing Mr. Long's half drop of the seventh level of heart blood.

Although Mr. Long had already eliminated his own attributes and even forcibly stripped away most of his energy, leaving that half drop of dragon blood without any violent energy, Mu Wanwan was still a little weak.

But only a little.

After she swallowed that half drop of his blood, Mu Wanwan not only did not recover quickly as Mr. Long had expected, but instead fell into a long period of pain. Originally it was just a headache, but now pain spread from her toes to her hair_(:з」∠)_.

It was not the pain of being crushed, but the kind of pain that ripped from the inside out, especially in the Dantian. The spiritual power originally stored was at most a thin ball of air, but now it expanded directly, filling up the Dantian, and even along the thin meridians, expanding its territory all the way, first roughly stretching the meridians that were not strong enough, and then using its powerful repair effect to put the broken meridians back together.

It seemed that she had been completely transformed. If the cultivators in the cultivation world saw this scene, they would definitely be very jealous.

After all, the strength of the first level is equivalent to the Qi training level. Only when you reach the second level can you stand on the same level as the cultivators in the foundation building stage. And the price of a foundation building pill is often five high-quality spirit stones or more. The probability of successfully transforming into a foundation building is only 10% to 20%. Most mortals who are in the Qi training stage in their twenties have no hope of building a foundation in this lifetime.

The lifespan is only more than a hundred years, and they are only a little stronger than ordinary people.

As for Mu Wanwan, her original body had no talent, and this body is already over 20 years old. According to common sense, she may not be able to break through in this lifetime.

But her soul is somewhat special, which has led to changes in her spiritual power, greatly improving her success rate in cultivating plants, and even the quality of the plants she cultivates is much higher than that of people of the same level. But this does not mean that she can go very far on the road of cultivation.

For example, this time, just overwork and overdrawn spiritual power almost cost her life.

In her situation, even if she has money to buy foundation-building pills, she may not be able to successfully break through the shackles.

But this half drop of Mr. Long's blood is like a bug.

This drop of blood is many times better than those foundation-building pills that contain impurities, have a low success rate, and are extremely expensive. It directly raised Mu Wanwan, who originally had only the strength of the middle stage of the first level, to the middle stage of the second level.

And there are no side effects.

Oh, you can't say that, there are still side effects.

That is, the transformation process is very painful.

From the moment that half a drop of blood entered her stomach, Mu Wanwan felt as if she was being tortured, like someone was holding her on a knife and rolling her back and forth over and over again. She was in so much pain that she couldn't even scream.

If someone saw it, they would find that there was a layer of hazy blood-colored mist all over her body. As time went by, the mist gradually faded. When the mist completely dissipated, Mu Wanwan's painful transformation ended.

It took more than thirty hours from the time she couldn't hold on to the end of the transformation.

...

When Mu Wanwan regained consciousness, it was bright outside and she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed.

She felt sticky all over, but her body was not as uncomfortable as before, except that her limbs were a little sore, and there was a bad smell lingering in her nose. Mu Wanwan hadn't recovered yet, and her memory began to recover a little bit -

she remembered that she had gone to the market before, and then accidentally got caught in the rain, and Mr. Long had a fever again. She fed Long, and went to bed because she felt uncomfortable. As a result, she felt even worse the next day, and it has been feverish until now?

Mu Wanwan shook her head, always feeling that something was wrong.

Would you feel full of energy after having a fever? She didn't seem to be so energetic after waking up from illness before, and she noticed it just now, what is this smell in the room, it is really stinky and unpleasant!

Mu Wanwan wanted to open her eyes, but she felt something stuck on her eyelids. She wanted to reach out and wipe it off, but when she pinched her hand, she felt something sticky on it. She raised her hand with a bit of disgust, but the next moment, she accidentally hit someone's arm.

Wait, arm?

How could someone else's arm be in her quilt?

Mu Wanwan suddenly woke up, her reason returned, and she didn't care about anything else. She quickly reached out her hand from the quilt, endured the stench, reached out and wiped off the sticky dirt on her eyelids. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw the current situation clearly -

this sight made Mu Wanwan almost shut herself off.

She closed her eyes in disbelief, and repeated to herself that she must have opened her eyes in the wrong way, and then opened her eyes with expectation.

But Mr. Long's evil pale face very close to her told her:

No, you are not mistaken.

Mu Wanwan was silent for a moment, a little overwhelmed.

Who can tell her, ah ah ah why Mr. Long is so close to her, she can touch his arm with just one hand, and touch his tail with just one move!!

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "I feel so bad that my wife is crying because of my ugliness qaq"

Mu Wanwan: “???????”