After applying medicine to the little Maoqiu, it flapped its little wings, chirped twice more fragilely, and then lay on the small handkerchief that Mu Wanwan had folded for it, covered with the rags, and fell asleep peacefully. It

was very well-behaved.

Mu Wanwan lovingly stretched out a finger and touched the white hair on Maoqiu's little head. It was very soft and fragile.

Maoqiu's whole body was black and gray, and its feather tail was a little long, like it was wearing a small black vest, but there was a circle of white fluff on its head and neck, which looked like it was wearing a small scarf. Its beak was tender yellow, very cute.

This kind of chick was very thin, only about the size of her palm, and it should still be just a very young chick.

Moreover, based on its quiet and clingy personality, its small size, and not very wide beak, this should be a female tit?

Mu Wanwan's heart moved, and she gently touched its head with her fingertips, "I'll call you Mengmeng from now on?"

She was actually a bad namer, and she thought of several names for Jiu, including

"Xiaohei", "Maotuan", "Bai Jiu", "Jiujiu", "Mengmeng"...

From this point of view, Mengmeng seems to be better.

It's so small and so soft. When the skinny Jiu is healed, she will feed Jiu a little fatter and with more hair. Wouldn't it be particularly nice to touch? And it's so cute.

Mu Wanwan smiled, put the backpack away, walked to the bed, glanced at Mr. Long, lifted the quilt and looked at his tail. After making sure everything was fine, she began to prepare for work.

She slept well last night and had plenty of spiritual energy. She wanted to take advantage of the whole day to cultivate more spiritual plants so that she could exchange them for more money.

Mu Wanwan took out all the seedlings in the Qiankun bag, and spent most of the day cultivating fifteen seedlings. She thought about it and decided to leave the remaining two at home.

In this way, she had a total of eighty-two ripe fruits in her hands. She had to feed the dragon and the chirp tonight, so it was estimated that some of them would be consumed. It was estimated that only eighty plants could be sold for money, but it was not bad.

Mu Wanwan comforted herself and looked at the sky outside. It was almost dark, but fortunately it didn't rain.

She hadn't eaten three meals a day these days. One reason was that Mr. Long had been vomiting blood a few days ago and she had to take care of him. Another reason was that she was leveling up. She wasn't as hungry as she was at the previous level. Sometimes it took an hour to practice, and cooking was very time-consuming.

However, Mu Wanwan still kept the habit of eating at least two meals a day. She still had to eat breakfast and dinner. She had finished the spiritual rice yesterday, so even if there was no spiritual rice to feed the dragon tonight, she would have to feed the dragon with spiritual fruit.

Mu Wanwan still remembered the miserable look of Mr. Long's tail because of the lack of spiritual energy last time.

She rubbed her shoulders which were a little sore from sitting for a long time, stood up and went to the kitchen. She

wanted to make something for herself and Xiaojiu. As for Mr. Long, she didn't dare to give him ordinary rice now because there was no spiritual rice. She would just feed him two Baizhen fruits later.

So, when it got dark, Mr. Long, who had finally woken up, couldn't wait to get out of consciousness and saw this scene -

the lady didn't sit by the bed as usual, but sat at a table a little far away. On the table were simple stir-fried vegetables, a bowl of rice, and two spiritual fruits.

She had a smile on her face, and her right hand was gently stroking something. Mr. Long also heard a crisp "chirp" sound.

Mr. Long was stunned. He was stunned for a while before he reacted. His consciousness circled around and he finally saw the little thing that she was touching gently.

Isn't this the group of long-tailed tits in the forbidden area that are less than the first level but very fierce?

How come they are in his and his wife's room?

Before Mr. Long thought about this question carefully, he heard his wife, who rarely spoke, say in a very gentle voice:

"Mengmeng, do you like to eat this?"

Mu Wanwan stroked the fur ball quickly, poked a green star grass fruit, squeezed a little on her finger, put it to the mouth of the thin chick, and then watched it eat it with effort. The tender yellow beak gently pecked her finger, very well-behaved.

Mr. Long was jealous. Mr. Long was jealous.

He was only unconscious for a day, and his wife had an extra chick.

She still calls it Mengmeng, even though she doesn't even call her husband.

Mr. Long withdrew his consciousness and pretended that he didn't care about anything, but he pursed his lips tightly.

"Mengmeng is a little girl. When I go to the market tomorrow and buy some more scraps of cloth, I will make you a beautiful cushion." Mu Wanwan said softly in the quiet room, accompanied by the chirping sounds, like a knife, stabbing Mr. Long's heart.

For so long, she didn't give him any token of love, I don't know if the purse last night counts. Now, she wants to make a cushion for a chirping bird, and he just scanned the chirping bird with his consciousness.

How can it be a female? It is obviously a shameless male bird.

Mr. Long told himself not to argue with a bird that had not yet awakened its intelligence. He just closed his eyes and waited quietly.

But this time, after waiting for a long time, he heard the sound of her pushing the door open.

Mr. Long couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, and his eyes were sour -

he knew that he didn't actually have any status in her heart, maybe not even as important as a chirp.

- If Wanwan knew that a certain dragon actually thought like this, she would be wronged to death. She just fed Chirp and her hands were dirty, so she went out to wash her hands and came back to feed the dragon!

"Chirp!"

Maybe because she ate some spiritual fruits, Mengmeng recovered some spirits. She lay on the mat, staring at Mu Wanwan who was holding spiritual fruits with bright eyes and called Chirp twice.

Mu Wanwan was in a good mood, but she still had to feed Long, so she didn't touch the fur ball.

"Chiu..." Maybe because she walked away from her, Mengmeng felt a little lost and made a small chirp.

"Be good, I'll touch you later." Mu Wanwan couldn't help but say, she also wanted to touch Furry!

Although she childishly withdrew her consciousness, Mr. Long, who had been paying close attention to the movements in the room, heard the conversation between the man and Chiu, and he thought in the right direction -

touch?

Touch Furry Chiu?

What advantages does that Chiu have besides relying on its furry appearance to be cute? Mr. Long thought with disdain, but suddenly grasped the key point at lightning speed.

Does Madam like furry things?

Mr. Long's heart burned when he thought about how she lay in the quilt with him last night and asked expectantly if she could touch his ears.

If he showed his ears, would the lady chase the chick away?

But ears are really delicate. After being touched twice yesterday, he felt like he was about to collapse.

Mr. Long was still thinking when his chin was pinched. The tip of his nose smelled familiar with the smell of the fruit of the green star grass. Mr. Long cooperated with the swallowing. Occasionally, when her fingertips brushed across his lips, he felt his whole body tremble and his blood boiled.

Mu Wanwan fed Long and wiped the juice from his lips skillfully. She glanced at the top of his head out of habit, sighed a little disappointed, and then went out to wash the dishes and boil water for a bath.

Only Mr. Long, who was still looking forward to some contact with the lady, was left with a dragon and a chick. The big dragon faced the small chick, and the room suddenly became quiet.

Mr. Long's consciousness repeatedly swept across the little bird. Seeing that it looked like it was about to die of pain, he didn't plan to do anything to it. He just stared at its furry little body and fell into deep thought.

This time, he stayed awake until she came back from the shower.

"It's time to go to bed." Mu Wanwan, with her hair undone, wrung out the wet and hot handkerchief, knelt beside the bed, and gently wiped Mr. Long's cheeks with the hot handkerchief, passed over his eye sockets, and wiped from his forehead to his chin. Her movements were very light. Mr.

Long's whole face was red from the heat.

He knew that she would clean him every day, but he still couldn't adapt to it when he was awake.

Mu Wanwan made the bed, thought about it and took Maoju to the bedside table, took some materials, put the pillows together, turned off most of the lights, and prepared to sit on the bed and sit on Maoju purse.

Because the weather was getting cooler, it would be very cold to sit on the bench.

She sat on the bed and embroidered slowly. Mengmeng was probably tired, and she closed her eyes and squinted. She looked a little fatter than when she was awake.

She smiled and looked up at Maoju from time to time.

Mr. Long waited for a long time, and finally waited until his wife sat on the bed. When he saw her taking out the purse with the same blue background, he thought she was perfecting the one from last night, and he felt a little more proud. But the next second his consciousness glanced at the purse, he felt sour in his heart -

she was embroidering the chirp, not what he thought, embroidering his horns and ears.

With an indescribable soreness in his chest, Mr. Long waited for a long time, so long that the curse was about to come back, but he didn't wait until Wanwan looked at himself.

He gave in, and before falling into unconsciousness, he shook his plush ears that were deliberately tucked away -

aren't they just furry? He has too.

When Mu Wanwan was tired from sewing and was about to go to bed, she saw a certain dragon's plush ears that she had missed for a long time.

She rubbed her eyes several times to make sure she was not seeing things, and couldn't help but touch his ears gently to make sure it wasn't an illusion -

could it be that Mr. Long was injured and very unstable in his half-dragon form, so his ears were sometimes there and sometimes not?

Mu Wanwan smiled and didn't dwell on the problem. She blew out the lights, listened to his breathing, which was much smoother than when she first came here, and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Mu Wanwan took the time to finish the housework, fed Mr. Long a hundred-treasure fruit, put the peel with some pulp on it next to Mengmeng, and then hurriedly carried the basket on her back, locked the door and left.

When she just went out, she saw Hongye coming over with a bullock cart. The two said hello, and Mu Wanwan got on the bullock cart and set off. After

quietly leaving Long Mansion and walking out of the barrier, Hongye was no longer so nervous. As usual, he chatted with her, "Madam, are you still going to the elf market? And how was the tit meat yesterday? Was it okay?"

The author has something to say: Idiom:

"A dragon is not as good as a chick": refers to Wanwan's excessive behavior of rejecting Mr. Long who had no ears after picking up the chick, which reflects the sadness in Mr. Long's heart.