Mu Wanwan was silent for a second after hearing her words, and thought of the skinny bird at home, and said, "It's okay, quite fresh."

"Yes, very fresh, but it's a mortal after all, and there will still be a lot of impurities if you eat it. Just eat it occasionally." Hongye said, and then said excitedly, "Madam, after I plucked the feathers of the tits yesterday, I sent a few to the manager Chen Mama at the edge of the forbidden area. Guess who I saw?"

Mu Wanwan frowned, "Bai Shuiyao?"

"Haha, it's her." Hongye smiled, looking very gloating, "She is no longer as proud as she was when she followed my brother. When I went there yesterday, she was watering the vegetable garden. She was wearing rough clothes and looked dusty."

"I think she was lying when she said she had some treasures."

Mu Wanwan listened to Hongye's words but didn't respond. She estimated that Mu Shan might give Bai Shuiyao some treasures, but the level would definitely not be too high, otherwise with Bai Shuiyao's personality, she should have turned over by now. But her biggest reliance is not the treasures given to her by Mu's father, but her golden finger as the heroine.

Mu Wanwan is a little glad that Bai Shuiyao has been punished and sent to the side hall, which is a forbidden place for women. The manager, Chen Mama, is also a cruel person and suppresses her to death. After all, as long as there are men, Bai Shuiyao has room to play the halo of the heroine of the novel.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Hongye thought she was not interested in this topic, so he didn't continue. The two of them went to the elf market in silence and separated as before.

After agreeing on a time to go back, Mu Wanwan paid the entrance fee and entered the market with her backpack on her back.

She didn't leave early tonight, and when she arrived at the market, there were already many people inside.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and decided to find a place with a decent flow of people to sell the vegetables first, but there were many people today, and she looked for many places along the way, but there were no vacancies.

Mu Wanwan sighed and decided to forget it and give all the vegetables to her uncle.

She smelled the smell of various foods along the way and walked to the alley where there were fewer people.

When Mu Wanwan walked to the door of his shop, she saw that the door was half open and could faintly hear the quarrel coming from inside, "Brother, why are you so stubborn!"

"When will it be your turn to take care of my business?"

Mu Wanwan accidentally overheard and felt that it was not the right time for her to come. She turned around and wanted to leave and come back later.

But before she took two steps, she saw a tall and angry beastman slamming the door out of the shop. He looked three points similar to Zong Shu, but looked younger. He also had three beast patterns on his forehead. When he passed by Mu Wanwan, he glared at her fiercely.

Mu Wanwan pretended to be just passing by and did not go directly to the shop of the clan uncle. After the beastman walked away, she turned back and knocked on the door of the clan uncle's shop.

"Get lost, we are closed today."

The clan uncle was obviously angry. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. His face was full of murderous and lost. He didn't even look at who it was and just said "get lost".

Mu Wanwan was a little speechless. She thought that the clan uncle was relying on his almost fourth level and his strength was not bad among the elves, so he dared to be so fierce? She was a little helpless, "Uncle, it's me."

When her voice sounded, Uncle was stunned for a moment, then raised his head with joy, "It's you!"

Mu Wanwan put down the backpack, "Uncle, have you forgotten me?"

Uncle murmured, "You are finally here, you are finally here."

Mu Wanwan felt that there was something wrong with his excitement. Through the veil, she saw the beastman stood up and stared at her with almost red eyes, "Did you bring the green star grass fruit?"

Mu Wanwan didn't know what was wrong with him, but she didn't hesitate. She took out the Qiankun bag directly, took out the green star grass and Baizhen fruit that she had sorted last night, and put them on the table in front of Uncle.

Uncle couldn't hide his joy. He grabbed a handful of green star grass and Baizhen fruit, looked at her deeply, and immediately lifted the curtain and left.

Mu Wanwan was not stupid, and she roughly guessed something -

had Yun'er's health deteriorated again in the past few days? The beastman just now was the younger brother of the clan uncle, and based on the content of the quarrel, it was likely that the clan uncle had done something for Yun'er in the past few days, causing his younger brother to be unable to bear it.

Mu Wanwan sighed, the clan uncle was really a very infatuated beastman, compared with the scumbag father of the original body, it was like heaven and earth. When Mr. Long was defeated and the Mu family was implicated, Mu Shan decisively abandoned his two daughters in order to surrender to Ao Qin.

Although Bai Shuiyao kept saying how much Mu Shan loved her, that was only compared with Mu Wanwan. Mu Shan loved himself the most. It's impossible to ask him to love others as much as Uncle Zong does.

This is not the first time that Mu Wanwan has come to Uncle Zong's place. She estimated that the waiting time this time would be a bit long, so she found a bench in front and sat down, and began to observe the spiritual plants and seeds on the two rows of shelves.

She thought that she would take a look at the seeds here with Uncle Zong first, so she wouldn't have to spend too much time later.

Mu Wanwan had thought it through. It would probably be cooler this time when she returned. She also raised chicks in the bedroom, so she had to buy warm stones and thick clothes. The clothes she was wearing now were a bit cold. In fact, she also wanted to raise some spiritual chicks or something.

Scanning the wooden shelves in Uncle Zong's shop, Mu Wanwan was a little surprised to find that most of the grids that were full last time she came were empty. The remaining grids were filled with some worthless plants, such as burning grass that were less than the first level. There were still some seeds, but not many left.

Were they all sold?

Mu Wanwan secretly guessed, and waited for about a quarter of an hour before Uncle Zong came out from behind the curtain with a sense of relief. Mu Wanwan hadn't noticed it just now, but the corners of his eyes were dark blue and a little red. He must have been very tired.

"You really helped me a lot this time." The uncle's voice was a little hoarse, "Thank you."

Mu Wanwan waved his hand, "Uncle, you're welcome."

"Alas." The uncle sighed, and the strong orc seemed to be helpless at this moment. He walked forward and closed the door of the store, and said softly, "When you came, you saw an orc go out, right?"

Mu Wanwan nodded, "Yeah."

The uncle smiled bitterly, "I won't hide it from you either."

"He is my brother. He came this time to persuade me to give up Yun'er." The uncle clenched his fists. "After you left, the green star grass fruit you left behind was very effective. She has been awake for a longer time, and even the beast pattern on her back that was about to disappear has improved a little. I thought Yun'er was about to recover."

Hatred flashed in the uncle's eyes. "But who knew that curse and that damn witch clan!"

The beast mark on Uncle Zong’s forehead was faintly visible, and veins bulged. “I thought, I thought, he was just an ordinary fourth-level witch, and the curse he cast could at most drain Yuner’s talent once. Who knew that I underestimated the viciousness of the curse, and also underestimated the level of that witch. The next day, just when Yuner’s beast mark had just recovered a little vitality, her talent was drained again.”

Mu Wanwan was terrified when he heard this, and couldn’t help but ask, “How could there be such a curse?”

Uncle Zong He seemed to have aged a lot. "It's all my fault, all my fault. I know she wanted a child, but it is very difficult for two powerful orcs to conceive offspring. After decades, I thought she had given up. I thought it didn't matter if she didn't have children..."

Uncle Zong couldn't continue speaking, but Mu Wanwan had guessed what he wanted to express based on the previous curse -

Yun'er was deceived by the witch clan and cursed because she wanted a child.

"After she finished eating the spiritual plants you gave her a few days ago, she started to suffer again. I almost sold all my assets to keep her alive until now." The clan uncle wiped his face and said, "It's my fault too. I never thought that my brother has always been thinking about my lack of children and that he can inherit the property I have worked so hard for so many years."

The clan uncle sneered and said, "Now that he sees me frequently entering the auction house these days, he is getting impatient and comes to argue with me."

Mu Wanwan Frowning, "Is Aunt Yun'er feeling better now?"

Uncle Zong calmed down a little and said, "Better. The spiritual plants you cultivated are very effective and seem to be able to reduce the effect of the curse. She just ate a little and woke up."

Mu Wanwan glanced at Uncle Zong and felt very sympathetic, but there was nothing she could do. She had limited ability now and could only cultivate as many spiritual plants as possible. After all, Uncle Zong and she were in a similar situation.

In fact, if Mr. Long was dying, she would definitely not stand idly by and would probably help him with all her might.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan was a little anxious. Uncle Zong was a strong man close to the fourth level. He had gone through many life and death situations over the years and had accumulated a lot of treasures. Only then could he help her when her lover was in trouble. She had nothing now. If something happened to Mr. Long, she would probably just be helpless.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but sigh, which eased the atmosphere.

The clan uncle smiled and said, "Oh! I told you so much because I hope you can cultivate more spiritual plants in the future. I think you have advanced, right?"

Mu Wanwan knew that she could not hide it from the clan uncle, so she did not hide it. "Uncle, I came here this time to discuss with you about getting some second-level seeds." The clan uncle

nodded and said, "Second-level Baizhen Fruit and Green Star Grass are better for nourishing the body."

He did not hesitate and knew Mu Wanwan's difficulties. He just took two bags of seeds and handed them to her. After thinking for a while, he took out four medium-grade spiritual stones and more than ten low-grade spiritual stones from his Qiankun bag and handed them to her.

Mu Wanwan was a little surprised and waved her hands hastily, "Uncle Zong, you gave me too much."

The rugged lion beastman smiled, "The spiritual fruit like yours that can reduce the curse is rare in this continent. You are willing to keep selling it to me, but I am taking advantage of you. I never like to take advantage of others."

The uncle looked at her with his brown eyes, "The spiritual fruit you brought this time is much more important to me than this money."

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "I have no role in this chapter. I only live in Wanwan's mind. It's actually a bit damn sweet."