Uncle Zong said so, Mu Wanwan did not refuse anymore, she also needed the spirit stone now.

There was no ginseng left in the family to save Mr. Long's life, she was really worried.

Moreover, she still didn't know what kind of injury Mr. Long had suffered. Today, Uncle Zong said that Aunt Yun'er was cursed. Combined with Mr. Long's behavior in the original book where he challenged the leaders of the seven tribes alone, and the evil black and red lines on his face, maybe he was also cursed.

Mu Wanwan frowned, Aunt Yun'er was only cursed by the fourth or fifth level at most, and she became this miserable now. Mr. Long's pain might be greater than she thought.

Besides, winter is coming soon, she needs money to buy more warm stones and cotton clothes. She is making money too slowly now and has no ability to withstand pressure. What

she is most worried about is not poverty or loneliness. After all, she is used to being alone. Now she has Long and Jiu. She is just worried that someone will come to pick a fight.

In the original book, Ao Qin and Bai Shuiyao would come to humiliate Mr. Long from time to time after they got together. Now he didn't come, maybe because he just took over Mr. Long's power and didn't have time. When he is free, she and Mr. Long may not have a good life.

By then, some life-saving things must be prepared first.

Mu Wanwan was thinking a lot and was silent for a moment. Uncle Zong spoke first, "Girl, I'm afraid I won't be here for two days next month. Why don't you come to see me later next time?"

Mu Wanwan was a little surprised, "Uncle Zong, where are you going?"

Uncle Zong's eyes were complicated, and hope flashed in his eyes, "There will be an auction at the Dragon Clan Market on the 3rd of next month. I heard that there might be Jinjiang Grass. I want to try my luck."

"Jinjiang Grass?" Mu Wanwan wondered if she had heard it wrong, and asked again.

"Yes." The uncle nodded, "It is a kind of spiritual herb that can dispel evil spirits and curses. It is very rare and very expensive. If I am lucky enough to buy one, maybe Yun'er can be saved."

"Even if there is no Jinjiang grass, I heard that there are still a batch of elixirs for sale. If you are lucky, you may be able to buy Ningxue Dan, which is very good for beastmen and monsters." The uncle sighed and said, "I just don't know the grade and price. I hope it won't be sold too expensively." When

he mentioned Ningxue Dan, which is very good for beastmen and monsters, Mu Wanwan's heart moved-

although the dragon clan is very powerful and has independently occupied the largest territory on the mainland, it should also be said to be a monster clan.

Ningxue Dan, which is very good for monsters, may also be useful to Mr. Long. If she can get Ningxue Dan, will he suffer less? At least if he vomits blood next time, he can still take it out to save his life.

Thinking of this, although Mu Wanwan felt very embarrassed, she still spoke, "Uncle, I have an unreasonable request."

Uncle raised his eyebrows, "You say." Mu

Wanwan weighed her words, "Uncle, if you can buy more Jinjiang Grass or Ningxue Pills this time, can you leave some for me? Although I have no money now, I will definitely pay you back." Her

face turned a little red after she finished speaking. Her behavior could actually be said to be very excessive. Uncle was so good to her, and he didn't owe her anything. There were sick people at home. It was not easy for everyone. Why should he help her?

The uncle was stunned for a moment, then pondered for a moment, and did not reject her directly, "It depends on whether the auction is the seeds of Jinjiang grass or mature spiritual herbs. If it is seeds, I am afraid I will have to ask you to help cultivate it."

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, "Does Jinjiang grass have no grades?"

The uncle said, "No, but it is very difficult to cultivate, and the price of seeds and finished products is also very different."

Mu Wanwan nodded, "I can try."

Her spiritual power should be quite special, and maybe she can cultivate it successfully.

The uncle nodded, and told her some more things about the auction. The two agreed on the time to meet next time, and Mu Wanwan exchanged a few low-grade spiritual stones for gold and silver coins.

After she repeatedly assured her uncle that she would bring enough spiritual fruits next time, she left with the spiritual stones and seeds.

When she left, Mu Wanwan looked back at her uncle who was sitting silently in front of the store.

The beastman was no longer young, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, rough broad palms, and cracked nails. He supported his chin with one hand, with the beast pattern flickering, and there was something hidden in his brown eyes, but when he met her gaze, he immediately withdrew his sorrow and grinned. Mu Wanwan even saw a hint of flattery.

She suddenly felt a little sour in her heart, turned her head away from looking at her uncle's expression, and tightened the coins in her hand.

How many people can talk about life together and never

leave each other in times of crisis? Mu Wanwan admitted that she was a little envious. Thinking of the plant dragon at home, she felt even more complicated. At first, she just wanted to take care of him and leave when he woke up, but now it seems that something has changed.

Mu Wanwan stopped thinking about this problem and started to buy things one by one according to the needs of the family. She felt that she should put more affection on Shouju. If Mr. Long really disliked her in the future, she could also depend on Mengmeng. This

time, the main purpose was to replenish the spiritual rice and warm stones. It was still very early after Mu Wanwan finished shopping.

Seeing the time was running out, she decided to sell the purses she had made two days ago to see if she could make some money. She went to the shop where she bought the brocade and needlework last time and sold the two purses for twenty copper coins.

Although the price was not high, she was still quite satisfied. She used the copper coins to exchange for some new cloth and needlework, put them in her backpack for a look, and prepared to buy some chicks to raise in the yard.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and walked towards the place where she bought eggs last time, but when she passed a dark alley, she heard the sound of children laughing -

"Are you selling vegetables again? Don't think that you can come here every day without paying an entrance fee just because you are an elf."

"No one will buy your vegetables! Dad said that your family are all cursed evil elves."

Mu Wanwan frowned, raised her eyes and saw a familiar little figure, it was Lan'er.

At this moment, she was surrounded by a group of beautiful elves and orc cubs, hugging her big backpack tightly, the birthmark on her face did not fade in color, and her blue eyes were terrifyingly bright.

She had also seen the elf in the lead before. It was the pretty little girl from the Rouge Shop. Her cute face was full of disdain. "Next time, don't set up a stall behind our shop. All the customers have run away! If it weren't for your mother saving my mother, we wouldn't want to rent the house to you!" With

every word she said, Lan'er's eyes dimmed a little. Mu Wanwan was furious. "What are you doing?"

She walked into the alley. The children looked at each other. The little girl in the lead pouted and muttered softly, "Mind your own business."

Mu Wanwan raised her eyebrows, ready to fight the naughty kid for three hundred rounds, but the little girl made a ladylike face at her and ran away.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

When the other children saw her running away, they also dispersed. Soon, only Mu Wanwan and Lan'er were left in the alley.

"Senior?" Lan'er asked uncertainly while holding the backpack.

Mu Wanwan nodded and wanted to pull her up from the ground, but when he walked forward, he found that her ankles were covered with wounds and blood scabs, as if they were cut by something sharp.

"They bullied you, why didn't you resist?" Mu Wanwan couldn't control his anger at the sight.

Lan'er bit her lip, shook her head, and said nothing.

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, sighed, and reached out to touch her head, "Where is your brother?"

She felt a little resentful towards Feng in her heart. If he were there, these naughty kids would not be so excessive.

Who knew that as soon as she finished speaking, Lan'er started crying, "Brother is sick."

Mu Wanwan glanced at the broken and rotten vegetables in her backpack and sighed, "Let's talk about it after you get up."

Lan'er lowered her head and stood up, "Thank you, senior."

Mu Wanwan thought for a while and asked, "Are you out of money?"

A trace of struggle flashed in Lan'er's eyes, "Last time, senior, you gave us a spirit stone and paid the rent, My brother and I can make a living by selling vegetables, but my brother suddenly fell ill..."

Mu Wanwan hesitated and took out a few silver coins from her pocket, "I bought your vegetables, and from now on you will have to rely on yourselves."

Last time, she had already used spirit stones to exchange for their kindness in leading the way. This time, it was out of sympathy. Although a few silver coins were not much, saving some could last for a while. It was the limit of her help.

Lan'er cried hard. Taking the coins she gave, Mu Wanwan saw that her arms were also covered with wounds, which were very similar to the wounds on her ankles.

"Thank you, senior, thank you, senior." Lan'er was a little incoherent, with blue eyes full of tears, and pleaded, "Can I hold you for a while?" Mu

Wanwan didn't think much about it, bent down, and picked up this poor, unblessed little girl.

Although she was very thin, she felt a little dizzy when she was held.

But the dizzy feeling only lasted for a moment, and Mu Wanwan thought it was her illusion. She felt that the child in her arms was holding her very tightly, and her voice softened, "Okay, it's okay."

Lan'er slowly let go of the corner of her clothes, her heart full of guilt and struggle.

"It's okay." Mu Wanwan put her down and rubbed her head, "Then I'll take the vegetables away, do you want me to take you home?"

Lan'er wiped her tears, bit her lip and shook her head.

Mu Wanwan smiled softly, poured the slightly rotten vegetables into her backpack, "Then I'll leave."

Lan'er nodded, hugged the backpack, and watched her leave.

After Mu Wanwan walked away, she slowly stood up, and the wound on her ankle was bleeding because of her movement.

Lan'er seemed not to feel the pain. She carried the backpack, tightly grasped the silver coins, and limped away.

She didn't know how she walked home despite the pain. But when she opened the gate and saw her brother who was knocked unconscious and tied to the side, and the Golden Dragon Guard who was leisurely drinking tea, her eyes suddenly turned red. "I have already given her the hallucinogenic grass, you let my brother go."

"Oh." Jin Qiang nodded, stood up, walked to her side, and pinched Lan'er's shoulders from above, so hard that she cried out in pain.

"What are you screaming for? Let me confirm." Jin Qiang was very dissatisfied and glared at Lan'er fiercely. After confirming that the hallucinogenic grass that was previously installed on her had been used, he impatiently threw her to Feng's side. Lan'er hit her

back and fell to the ground, scratching a large piece of skin, but she endured the pain and didn't cry out.

"When can you fall asleep?" Jin Qiang asked.

Lan Er endured the pain, "I will definitely have a dream within three days."

"What a waste." Jin Qiang kicked her, looked at the miserable state of the brothers and sisters, and sneered, "I will spare your lives for now."

After he finished speaking, he summoned his own spiritual cloud and left.

He, Jin Qiang, was just a very ordinary young dragon of the Golden Dragon Clan, with strength just reaching the third level, and age no more than a few dozen years old. This time, he was lucky enough to get the order issued by Senior Jin Yan, which only required a human woman to place the third level of hallucinogenic grass, which was simply too simple.

However, the hallucinogenic grass would be more effective if it was placed by an elf. He didn't have much foundation, so he couldn't bully those powerful elves, so he could only pick on the weak ones, and Lan Er and his sister were just the right ones.

The reason for sparing their lives this time was that they would be handy in case there was any mission next time.

Jin Qiang stepped on the cloud, secretly counting the days, preparing to go to Senior Jin Yan in three days. He even began to imagine that he would do things smoothly, be appreciated by Senior Jin Yan, and thus reach the peak of his dragon life.

...

Mu Wanwan had no idea that she had been set up. When she left the city and returned to Longfu, she felt a little sad. The cruelty of this world was so naked, even the elves, who were the most famous for being gentle on the mainland, had such a dark side. She was a little afraid to think about Mr. Long's life when he was young.

Hongye also noticed her absent-mindedness. She glanced at her clothes that were rubbed dirty by Lan'er, and then at the fresh but now rotten vegetables in her basket before going to the market. She automatically imagined a drama of a lady being bullied, and said nothing out of interest.

She went back early this time, and the weather was fine, without raining.

The ox cart was moving at a fast speed, and it was only half a day before she said goodbye to Hongye and returned to the familiar small courtyard.

Mu Wanwan locked the gate, put the backpack in the yard, and opened the door of the room.

"Chirp!"

As soon as she entered the room, Mengmeng, who had regained some energy, chirped at her. Mu Wanwan couldn't help but smile. She touched its furry little scarf and enjoyed the little chirp's affectionate rubbing. She felt that the frustration and fatigue of the morning were relieved a lot.

After rubbing the chirp, Mu Wanwan drank some water and rested for a while. Then she walked to the bed and looked at the black and red lines on Mr. Long's cheek with concern.

Over the past few days, according to her observation, the black and red lines on Mr. Long's cheeks would not move all the time. Usually, when the lines moved, Mr. Long would have symptoms such as rotten tail, vomiting blood, pale face, etc.

She didn't know that Mr. Long might be cursed before, she just thought he had serious internal injuries, but after meeting Uncle Zong today and hearing about the curse that would absorb talent, she had a new understanding of Mr. Long's injuries.

Maybe, Mr. Long was cursed. With

her brows slightly wrinkled, Mu Wanwan stretched out her hand and traced the lines on Mr. Long's face little by little, then carefully pinched his furry ears that had reappeared for no reason, and whispered to him what happened today.

She wanted to find someone to talk to. Although Mengmeng was very cute, she was just a chick and had no intelligence. Mu Wanwan was more inclined to talk to Mr. Long.

"My uncle said that the spiritual fruit I cultivated has the effect of reducing curses. I wonder if you have been cursed," Mu Wanwan said, taking out the spiritual stone from his pocket and placing it beside his pillow, "I will change your recipe in the future, so that you can eat spiritual fruit every day."

A certain dragon who had just woken up and heard the bad news after feeling the strong fluctuations of spiritual power: "..."

Plant dragons have no right to speak. Although they have to eat unpalatable fruits, Mr. Long was still a little excited to hear that his wife was considering him. He scanned the four middle-grade spiritual stones beside the pillow with his consciousness, and felt a little sour in his heart.

He knew that his wife was not a very powerful cultivator, and he also knew how hard she worked every day.

These spiritual stones this time were probably the result of her hard work for many days.

But she didn't keep any for herself, and gave it all to him.

Mr. Long pursed his lips. With these spirit stones, plus the fruits from his wife, he should be able to connect to the fourth prokaryotic fragment. Then, he should be able to move. At least, he can wake up for more than half an hour every day.

However, he has not yet decided whether to wake up in front of his wife.

She will let down her guard in front of him when he is asleep, and will not be afraid of him, but if he wakes up, maybe his wife will not be so intimate to him.

"Mr. Long..."

Mu Wanwan called him, and just when Mr. Long thought that his wife wanted to say something, a crisp chirping sound came to his ears -

"Chi~"

"Chirp~!"

Mengmeng finished eating the fruit, stared at Hei Dou's eyes, and lay obediently on the table looking at Mu Wanwan.

"Oh, by the way, I need to change Mengmeng's medicine." Mu Wanwan patted his head, "I almost forgot."

Mr. Long, who had just been released to check Wanwan's consciousness, stopped in mid-air awkwardly after hearing this.

It's this Chirp again!

He is a vengeful dragon. He still remembers how this Chirp made his wife not look at him all night yesterday!

Mr. Long felt wronged. She didn't look at him yesterday. Today he woke up and exposed his fur. Why didn't she touch him but Chirp?

Sure enough, it was because he was too ugly now.

Mr. Long's heart darkened for a moment, and he even wanted to swallow this Chirp directly at this moment, but soon, this thought was suppressed by him -

he was too selfish. He swallowed the Chirp that could interact with her, and then what?

He was in a coma recuperating from his injuries, and he was used to being alone. Was he going to let her live a boring life with a mute spiritual plant and a useless dragon like him every day?

She had already given enough for him.

Mr. Long tried to convince himself, and his mind circled around Mu Wanwan. Seeing her smiling as she changed the bandages for Maojiu, his mood gradually calmed down. Seeing her slightly curled eyelashes and bright eyes, his heart itched. With a blushing face, he shamelessly circled his mind, sliding all the way from her ear to her neck.

Her collarbone was obvious, hidden in her clothes.

Mr. Long's head began to feel dizzy, and her shoulder, which he accidentally glimpsed last time, suddenly appeared in his mind, suffocating him.

However, the sweet suffocation did not last long, and he found a small and inconspicuous pattern on Mu Wanwan's neck.

His fingertips trembled suddenly, and all the charming thoughts of Mr. Long disappeared.

Hallucinogenic grass.

Who gave her the hallucinogenic grass? Was it those enemies who wanted to see him suffer?

Mr. Long felt a chill in his heart as he thought of the names one after another -

why, he is like this now, but those dragons still don't want to let him go?

Why do they have to use this method to make him suffer and embarrassed?

Hallucinogenic grass will not cause any harm to the body. It has only one effect, which is to enter a dream. It is often used in interrogations. People who are poisoned by hallucinogenic grass will emit an invisible and odorless aura. Once the people around her are unable to resist, they will reveal in their dreams some things that they may not want to recall in their subconscious.

Looking at the mark on Mu Wanwan's neck, she should have been poisoned by the third-level hallucinogenic grass.

Only the dragon who can see his soul lamp can judge his current strength. I'm afraid that the dragon who attacked the lady knew that his life was not so miserable, so he thought it would be best to make the lady hate him and make him suffer.

This may be a prank to them, just like when he was a child.

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, but he had to admit that he was scared.

If the lady saw his dark past in her dream, would she be afraid of him and hate him?

He didn't know what he didn't want to recall in his subconscious, but he knew that his hands were never clean. Those who wanted to kill him, betrayed him, and bullied him.

Most of them were dead.

If, if what he didn't want to recall in his subconscious was the bloodthirsty scene.

What should he do if she really hated him?

He knew that she only sympathized with him. If she knew that he was a fierce dragon in the past, would she hate him? If she saw her original form, would she find him disgusting?

Mr. Long knew that the dragons had achieved their goal. They just couldn't bear to see anyone being nice to him. They just wanted to see him suffer, embarrassed, and anxious.

"Mr. Long, does it hurt a lot?" Her voice came to his ears. Mr. Long was in a trance for a while. When he came to his senses, his fingers had already grasped the sheets and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Mu Wanwan was a little worried. She had just applied medicine to Maojiu, and when she turned around, Long had a painful look on his face. His ears were shaking anxiously, and the black and red lines on his face began to move restlessly.

She cut the last small piece of ginseng into slices and fed it into his mouth. She sat on the bed worriedly and said softly, "Please, don't vomit blood this time, please."

She was frightened when she saw the black and red lines moving on his pale face. If this dragon vomited blood again and spent all the spirit stones, she would be completely helpless.

And she would be late next time.

Her casual words ignited Mr. Long's hope.

Yes, if he was injured and vomited blood, would she stay up all night to take care of him? The effect of the third-level hallucinogenic grass was not strong. As long as she could hold on for three days, she would not find out.

The author has something to say: Mr. Dragon: "If Madam finds out that I wasn't a weak, helpless and pitiful dragon before, and sees my ugly original form, she will definitely dislike me, hate me, find me disgusting, abandon me and leave me, turning me into a resentful dragon."

Mu Wanwan: "???"