Mu Wanwan wanted to touch him, but when she stretched out her hand, her fingers were covered with sticky dirt, which formed a sharp contrast with Mr. Long's furry white ears. She was too embarrassed to touch him.

Resisting the urge to rub Long, Mu Wanwan felt itchy, but she withdrew her hand in disappointment.

Once she calmed down, the smell in the room became unbearable for her.

Mu Wanwan climbed up and felt that the dirt on her body was wrinkled together with her movements. She couldn't stand it anymore and got off the bed quickly.

She stood on the ground, first moved her own quilt that was not soiled to one side, and then opened Mr. Long's quilt. As

soon as she opened it, an indescribable smell came out. Although she was already very dirty, Mu Wanwan was almost suffocated by the smell.

After she coughed a few times and recovered her breath, she saw clearly that there were scattered dirt on the quilt and mattress, and even Mr. Long was stained with some.

Mu Wanwan felt a little embarrassed, and quickly took the soiled quilt down, opened the window for ventilation, and hurriedly took the clean clothes and ran to boil water for a bath.

The water boiled, and Mu Wanwan just got in the water and rubbed her arms. The originally clear water immediately turned half black, and the dirt like dead skin was constantly rubbed off her skin.

When she simply washed once, the whole bucket of water had turned completely black. Mu Wanwan looked at the bucket of water and was a little silent -

she didn't know that she, who often took a bath and washed her hair, had so much dirt in her body.

She touched her cheeks, which she didn't know had become a little slippery due to psychological effects, and then she filled another bucket of clean water and rubbed herself from inside to outside.

Mu Wanwan tried to wash the underwear she was wearing, but after rubbing for a long time, she couldn't even get one sleeve clean, so she gave up. Fortunately, she bought some extra clothes at the market before, otherwise she might have nothing to wear.

After all, they were very poor, and she only had two sets of underwear that were a little whitish after washing.

After taking a bath, Mu Wanwan cooked some spiritual rice porridge. Maybe because Mr. Long's blood was very useful, she felt very hungry from the beginning. After thinking about it, she decided to splurge and have a meal of spiritual rice.

Oh, and there are also the eggs and meat I bought before, I wonder if they are bad.

Mu Wanwan glanced at the sky outside. The weather was good today, but the sunlight was still weak. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon. She planned to change the quilt and mattress first, and then give Mr. Long a simple wash.

Then the porridge should be cooked, and then she would stir-fry some vegetables, feed Mr. Long some fruit, wash clothes and quilts, and cultivate fruits to make money. After all, she didn't know how long she had been sick this time, and she didn't know whether the spiritual stones at home had been absorbed. She hadn't checked it yet. If there were not enough spiritual stones and Mr. Long's tail rotted again, it would be troublesome...

Mu Wanwan sighed and felt deeply that she really couldn't get sick. It was difficult to support the family.

She fetched a bucket of hot water and returned to the room. The smell in the room had dissipated a little, but it was still a bit unpleasant.

Mu Wanwan walked to the bedside and whispered, "Mr. Long, I'm sorry that I got you dirty. Let me wipe you first. You might feel a little cold."

The last time she cleaned Mr. Long was at noon the day before she left for the market. It has been a few days since then. But since he had not been out, his body was fine.

Mu Wanwan soaked the towel, wrung it dry, and began to wipe from his arms all the way.

At first, she was able to focus on cleaning the places on Mr. Long that she accidentally dirtied, but gradually, especially when she was about to reach his tight abdominal muscles, Mu Wanwan began to feel her cheeks slightly hot.

His body temperature was not low, and his upper body still looked like a human in his half-dragon state. Mu Wanwan sped up the movements of her hands, and when she wiped Mr. Long clean, she even felt a little relieved.

Mr. Long's tail was in good condition. There were only a few scales on it that were a little dirty. After wiping it clean, he applied some medicine again. Mu Wanwan hurriedly took out the clothes he had bought for Mr. Long from the market and put them on his upper body. The lower tail could only be left on.

The obscene garment she bought was moon-white, not cheap, and the fabric was pretty good. After putting it on Mr. Long, it made his skin look even more pale and his face strange.

Mu Wanwan touched his face, looked at the slightly dirty mattress under Mr. Long, and said, "I'm going to change the mattress."

Then he began to move the dragon with ease.

Generally, if you want to move Mr. Long, it is more convenient to move his upper body first. He kneeled on the bed, hugged his waist, and then lifted him up with force, and put him on a new mattress. Then he wrapped his hands with a handkerchief, because Mr. Long's scales were still a little sharp, so he had to hold his uninjured parts and move carefully.

The whole process took about a minute and was quite laborious_(:з」∠)_

But today, I don't know if it was because his cultivation reached the second level, Mu Wanwan felt a lot more relaxed than usual, as if his strength had increased.

She moved Mr. Long, took out a new mattress from her bag and put it on, covered him with a clean quilt, and then sat on the edge of the bed and breathed her last.

After taking care of the hygiene of both of them, she wondered if she could touch Mr. Long's ears now!

Mu Wanwan slowly stretched out her sinful hands towards Mr. Long's suddenly appeared white ears.

Cute, white, and trembling furry ears!

Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Long's ears with trembling hands. The soft and warm feeling came from her fingertips. It was furry and comfortable. She couldn't help but pinch them twice, one in each hand. They were very soft and could be folded very carefully. It was really a great happiness.

Mu Wanwan gently pinched his ears, and then couldn't help it. She rubbed them back and forth several times from the tip of the ear all the way down, like stroking the fur. Perhaps it was a little itchy, Mr. Long's ears actually trembled in her hands. It formed a sharp contrast with his beautiful and evil face, especially when the shaking furry ears and the nasty black and red lines on Mr. Long's cheeks moved together, Mu Wanwan always had an indescribable feeling.

"Mr. Long, why do you have such a pair of furry ears?" Mu Wanwan said softly, "Why are they so soft?"

She let the devil in her heart rub Mr. Long's ears for a long time, not wanting to take her hands away at all. However, thinking of the hard life that he had always wanted to press her and Mr. Long to the ground and rub them together, she stopped.

Maybe she touched him for too long. When she stopped, Mu Wanwan always felt that Mr. Long's ears were a little red, and his soft white hair was a little blown up, shaking fragilely in the air.

Mu Wanwan felt that she was really too much. How could she take advantage of Mr. Long's misfortune!

She was wrong, but she would dare to do it again next time.

Maybe it was because furry things were so healing. Although there were still a lot of housework to do, Mu Wanwan didn't feel that tired.

She frowned, thinking of the promise she made in the morning that she would be better to Mr. Long in the future. Then she looked at his fragile face with his ears shaking and his eyes closed, relying on her wholeheartedly. Her heart was full of motivation again -

she was no longer alone.

She had been alone for more than 20 years. Before she crossed into the book, she had been working hard for a living. She had no foundation and was not particularly smart. Even if she studied hard, she could only go to an ordinary university and found a very hard but well-paid job to support her life.

At that time, her wish was to have money and not be alone all the time.

Although she still has no money now,

she has a dragon.

Mu Wanwan's eyes felt a little sour, although she didn't know whether her dragon would leave her after waking up.

She didn't think about the problem that would make her heart sour when touched, and hurried to cook -

the meat she bought earlier smelled a little sour, although it was a pity but Mu Wanwan still threw the meat away, she couldn't get sick again no matter what.

As for vegetables, just induce labor, and eggs are still good.

She lit a stick of grass and fried two eggs for herself. She made Mr. Long's two spirit eggs into steamed eggs, which should be more convenient to eat this way.

After the vegetables were cooked, the spirit rice porridge was also cooked.

Mu Wanwan originally thought that feeding Long would be as smooth as before, and she even planned to wash clothes and cultivate seeds to make money later. However, Mr. Long couldn't eat anything today.

Mu Wanwan put a spoonful of sweetened spiritual rice porridge to Mr. Long's mouth for the seventh time and pinched his chin, but this time Mr. Long kept his lips tightly pursed and couldn't swallow at all.

Mu Wanwan was a little anxious and tried a few more times, even half-forcing him to open his mouth and feeding him a spoonful. Although the porridge was fed in, he soon vomited it out along with blood foam, staining the handkerchief that Mu Wanwan had placed on his chest with dots of red.

Vomiting blood?

Her head buzzed, and Mu Wanwan was a little confused. She was stunned for a few seconds before she put down the bowl in her hand and hurriedly touched the spirit stone placed next to Mr. Long's ear.

She remembered that there was still a medium-grade spirit stone. Please, hurry up, come out quickly, the medium-grade spirit stone.

But she was destined to be disappointed. She did not find the medium-grade spirit stone. Even the low-grade spirit stones that were originally placed together were all turned into powder.

Have they been absorbed by Mr. Long?

Mu Wanwan's fingertips trembled a little. She forced herself to be calm and took the three remaining Baizhen fruits and the ginseng that was only half cut.

She wiped the porridge and blood from his mouth, half-forced him to drink the juice of the Baizhen fruit, and then cut a piece of ginseng and stuffed it into his mouth.

After doing all this, her hands were shaking a little -

she initially thought that she had kissed him and brutally bit Mr. Long's lips to drink the dragon's blood, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Before she got sick, Mr. Long was still fine, and even his complexion had improved a little.

But now, he has become so weak, and all the spirit stones she left on his pillow have been absorbed.

According to her previous experience in raising dragons, Mr. Long usually needs a low-grade spirit stone a day, and the spiritual power of a medium-grade spirit stone is more than that of ten low-grade spirit stones, but it was all absorbed.

Does this mean that Mr. Long was actually injured again when she was sick?

Or did the internal injuries from the previous battle recur?

And he never had these furry ears before, is it because the injury is more serious?

Mu Wanwan's mind was in a mess, and she once again regretted not reading the bad logic book carefully. Now she only had a vague idea of ​​why Mr. Long was injured and what kind of injury he suffered -

the plot of the original book was a mess, everything was just for the convenience of driving, and the world background and some relationships were also very messy. The author just wanted to use the disabled tyrant x the low-status but simple and cute little maid who could cry cp to attract those people with special tastes who like to watch porn to eat meat.

As for Mu Wanwan, she felt that the original character was designed just to allow the heroine Bai Shuiyao to connect with Ao Qin.

This illogical pornographic novel did not explain the reason why Mr. Long was injured.

Mu Wanwan had not thought much about the logic and plot of the original book before, but now, watching Mr. Long suffer again and again, and having lived in this world for a long time, she gradually realized that

this was not just cold words, but a complete world where people also had feelings, who could cry, laugh, and feel pain.

Mr. Long was the same.

She did not know what injuries he had suffered, what he had done, and why he was called a tyrant. She had not seen him do evil, but she had seen him being betrayed, abandoned, and extremely cruel, each time more miserable than the last.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long, whose face was pale, and reached out to smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

But he was in too much pain, so much so that his sword-like brows were knitted and his lips were blue and purple.

Mu Wanwan felt very uncomfortable, but she could only force herself to be calm. If possible, she even wanted to transfer her spiritual power directly into Mr. Long's body. However, she didn't know Mr. Long's attributes, and the direct transfer of spiritual power of different attributes would not only fail to bring help, but would make things worse.

Mu Wanwan didn't have the heart to wash clothes. She just paid attention to Mr. Long's situation while plundering the spiritual power in her body to cultivate several green star grass seedlings to maturity. She held the fruits and the hundred-treasure fruit in her hands, sitting by the bed, observing his appearance at all times.

Whenever he showed any signs of vomiting blood, she would feed him a Baizhen fruit or a Bixingcao fruit. They

kept doing this until night, when Mr. Long seemed to be better. He hadn't vomited blood for at least three hours, and Mu Wanwan was relieved.

Fortunately, she had reached the second level now, and her spiritual power was more than three times more than before, so she could cultivate so many spiritual plants. However, she didn't know how serious Mr. Long's injury was, and they had a limited number of spiritual medicines and spiritual fruits. She had to make money and spiritual stones quickly.