Her soft voice was in his ears, and the ginseng in his mouth tasted bitter.

Mr. Long's consciousness passed through the dark blue in Mu Wanwan's eyes, which were not noticeable but could be seen. He looked at her worried expression, and finally stopped at her fingers, which were much more wrinkled than when he first met her because she had been cultivating spiritual plants to take care of him. His heart seemed to be roasted repeatedly -

how could he be so selfish, only thinking about not wanting to lose her care.

She has worked hard, and these spiritual stones were also saved by her bit by bit.

Moreover, the dragon outside now is just a prank. If he doesn't get better soon, what if they find it boring next time and just kill her directly?

Mr. Long's face turned grim as he thought of this. He was

almost driven crazy by this thought. He would never allow this to happen.

His knuckles turned white. Mr. Long suppressed his fear and felt more and more uneasy.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Seeing that his face was getting uglier, Mu Wanwan wet the towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead, then touched his furry ears with a bit of tenderness. After thinking for a while, she took out another Green Star Grass fruit, held it in her hand, and forced a smile, "Don't be afraid, Mr. Long. I'll try harder and I'll make more spirit stones next time I go out."

"You won't be in so much pain then." Mu Wanwan's hands were shaking a little, "Although I'm very embarrassed, I asked my uncle to see if he could get some Jinjiang Grass seeds and Ningxue Pills. I heard that they are very good for the monster clan."

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and saw that his face was getting more and more distorted. She was really panicked in her heart. She was really about to be tortured to death by this dragon -

at first she just wanted to take care of him and let him go when he got better.

But she had been alone for two lifetimes, and now she had someone who depended on her wholeheartedly. Seeing him in so much pain every time, she gradually couldn't let go.

Her words, one by one, were like gentle knives, causing Mr. Long great pain.

He didn't know how long he struggled before he came out of the circle of wanting to harm himself, and his eyes were sore.

At this moment, he couldn't be willful anymore.

If she knew something he didn't want to recall and hated him, he would have nothing to complain about.

Because he was just like that, he was deformed, and his past was like that.

She had suffered so much by marrying him.

If, if she hated him.

Wait until he wakes up,

wait until he wakes up.

He must tie her up, lock her up, make her wash clothes and cook for him, not let her go out, not buy things for her, be a bad dragon, mate with her with the prototype she rejected, make her lay a hundred eggs for him, torture her day and night, make her regret rejecting him.

Mr. Long's palms were sweaty, embarrassed and painful, cruel and overbearing.

Now, he can only take good care of his injuries and try to repair the fourth and fifth pronuclei at one time, so that he can have a certain self-protection ability.

Even if someone wants to bully her, he can protect her.

Mr. Long's heart was in a knot, and he didn't have the heart to die again. He just withdrew his consciousness and went to absorb spiritual power aggrievedly.

He didn't even notice that his eyelashes were stained with a little moisture, shining with water, and sparkling.

Mu Wanwan thought he was crying in pain, and she felt even worse in her heart -

a once-mighty villain dragon, now because of serious injuries, he was in so much pain that he was about to cry unconsciously.

It was really pitiful.

She changed the towel on Mr. Long's forehead, waited for a while, changed the ginseng slice in his mouth, fed him a green star grass fruit, and stayed by his side for the whole afternoon. She was relieved when she saw that his complexion was getting better and there was no sign of vomiting blood.

Fortunately, it didn't get worse.

"Chirp!"

Mengmeng kept chirping, perhaps because she was dissatisfied with Mu Wanwan for taking care of him at Mr. Long's place as soon as she came back, and didn't touch herself. Mu Wanwan

was a little helpless. She glanced at Shouqiu and then at the sky. It was getting late. She had to cook, feed Qiu, bathe Qiu and grow plants. She had to hurry up.

Thinking about what she would do later, Mu Wanwan took the towel off Mr. Long's forehead. Just as she was about to stand up, she felt dizzy and her neck hurt a little.

She rubbed her head and relaxed. Her vision was still a little blurry -

was she too tired recently?

Or was it the sequelae of not sleeping for several days?

Mu Wanwan sat back and rested for a while before walking to Mengmeng's side amid her anxious chirping. Mengmeng has always been a quiet and gentle little chirper, but today she was a little abnormal.

Mu Wanwan: "What's wrong, Mengmeng? Are your wings uncomfortable?"

"Chiu!"

Mengmeng squinted her big eyes and rubbed her hand with her little furry head in a hurry. Mu Wanwan was tickled by it and couldn't help laughing, "Haha, stop rubbing."

"Chiu~"

Mengmeng's skinny little body stepped on Mu Wanwan's hand and flapped its little wings vigorously. Mu Wanwan was afraid of hurting it, so she let it jump on her hand.

"Chiu~" Mengmeng didn't seem satisfied and stepped on her hand as if he was going somewhere.

"What's wrong?" Mu Wanwan had to sit down and carefully held the furry head, watching it shaking its little head in a humane way and seemed to be very interested in her face.

"Hmm?"

An idea suddenly occurred to Mu Wanwan's mind -

it is said that the biggest illusion of human beings is that cats love me, and now Mu Wanwan is the same.

It is said that this kind of tit is spiritual. She looked at the cute little scarf and the tender yellow beak that was so cute that she felt narcissistic.

She thought Mengmeng must like her very much, and such a lively chick must want to give her a loving kiss.

Her eyes softened all of a sudden, and Mu Wanwan carefully moved her head over, ready to rub her little chick.

But the next moment, there was a tingling pain in her neck. Mu Wanwan couldn't help but screamed, and resisted the urge to throw the chick in her hand away, and her toes curled up in pain.

Her head was dizzy, and she put Chu on the table with trembling hands, and reached out to touch her neck which was bitten hard by Mengmeng -

my god, her hand was covered in blood.

She was wrong. How could she think that Chiu wanted to give her a loving kiss?

Mu Wanwan felt like crying but couldn't. She looked down at Mengmeng. She wanted to scold him, but when she saw his pitiful eyes and bloody wings, she couldn't bear it. She just sighed and said, "You, you..."

She was so depressed that she almost couldn't breathe.

What sin did she commit to get into trouble with a dragon and Chiu?

"Chiu!"

But Chiu was still calling like he was trying to please her. She couldn't bear to ignore him because of his baby voice.

"Okay, okay, I won't be angry with you anymore." Mu Wanwan sighed and frowned at him. But she saw him spit a lot of saliva on the table as if to take credit.

Ugh!

It was stained with her blood.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed to look at it, but the next moment she saw an inconspicuous purple leaf in the small mouthful of saliva.

What is this?

Mu Wanwan touched her neck with one hand, and didn't care to give up. She had a feeling that it was not a good thing.

"Chirp!" Maotuan was still chirping, circling the small leaf several times, as if asking for credit.

No matter how stupid she was, she now realized that Maochu didn't bite her intentionally just now.

Mu Wanwan looked at the small leaf that she didn't know what it was, and suddenly she felt a little cold, and she was also scared in her heart.

She frowned, and even felt that her neck didn't hurt so much. Thinking about it carefully, Maochu and Long were fine before, and she was also very quiet when she went out in the morning.

How come Long started to look unhappy as soon as he came back in the afternoon? Even Maoju was abnormal, and there was also this purple little leaf.

She couldn't tell what it was, which meant it must be a plant of a higher level than her.

She didn't know what the effect of this plant was, but it couldn't be a good plant to be planted on her in this way, and based on the reactions of Long and Jiu, she must have been ambushed when she went out today.

Many scenes flashed through her mind, and finally stopped at Lan'er's sparkling eyes.

Her heart seemed to be stabbed, and Mu Wanwan couldn't sit still anymore. She touched Maoju's head with a hoarse voice, "Mengmeng, thank you."

She walked to the box in a daze, took out some ointment and treated herself simply, sat down next to Mr. Long, and was silent for a long time.

The sky gradually darkened. Meng Meng was probably hungry and kept chirping. Mu Wanwan then moved.

She glanced at Mr. Long and squeezed her hands tightly. The word "I'm sorry" seemed to be stuck in her throat and she couldn't say it.

The night in late autumn was very cold. Mu Wanwan silently took out all the things she bought during the day, put them in different categories, found a small bag, put the purple leaves spit out by Mao Qiu in it, and did the housework.

She picked out a piece of the warm stone that she had bought with great difficulty and placed it next to Jiujiu's quilt. Then she took out five eggs that could hatch spirit chicks, which she had bargained with the boss for a long time and got at the lowest price. She wrapped these spirit eggs, which were much larger than ordinary eggs, and placed them in the basket. After thinking for a while, she put two more warm stones in.

Then Mu Wanwan started to cook, feed the dragon, cultivate seeds, do housework, wash, and embroider purses.

Perhaps because she was absent-minded, the role of Mr. Dragon that she embroidered tonight was very ugly, uglier than the last time, and crooked, but it was very close to his real appearance now.

Mu Wanwan looked at what she had embroidered and suddenly smiled, her eyes a little sore.

Life is hard, she knew it.

It was the same in both lives, and she didn't complain, but she was a little heartbroken.

A little helpless.

She probably guessed some of it, but she didn't want to think about it.

Next time, take the plant to show Uncle Zong. Mu Wanwan pinched a corner of the quilt tightly, her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know how long it took before she fell asleep vaguely.

The room became quiet, but a faint purple mist still rose slowly from her body and penetrated into Mr. Long's body.

Mengmeng woke up sharply, chirped twice, and flapped her little wings, but Mu Wanwan was very tired, she slept very soundly.

She just felt that her consciousness was being pulled by something.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long (the fierce and evil one): "One hundred eggs as a warning."

Mu Wanwan: "... (manual goodbye)"