Mu Wanwan called him "Stupid Dragon" twice, and her tears gradually stopped. However, the look in Mr. Xiaolong's eyes still made her feel uncomfortable.

Although this person was no longer Mr. Xiaolong, he was no longer the Mr. Xiaolong who had never seen a dragon egg or eaten a magic egg, so he foolishly mistook a magic egg for a dragon egg.

But she was still reluctant to let go of Mr. Long, and even thought that

if the very real dream she had just experienced was not a dream, but Mr. Long's real experience, then Mr. Long would be too pitiful.

Even more pitiful than Mr. Xiaolong.

He had such a miserable life when he was little, and when he grew up, he turned into a plant dragon_(:з」∠)_The

beautiful horns and the cute tail that were always injured when he was little, but they were gone when he grew up. Maybe he was cursed. It was really pitiful and funny to be hung up and beaten by seven people alone.

Mu Wanwan closed her eyes gently, feeling the warmth coming from him. The image of Mr. Xiaolong became clearer and clearer in her mind, and her heart calmed down a little bit.

She didn't leave, so Mr. Long's temperature began to rise terribly. His handsome and evil face was covered with a layer of pink. His consciousness also circled several times in a place where Mu Wanwan couldn't see, and then he shamelessly moved slowly to her side -

because the quilt was dirty some time ago and was not dry after washing, so they slept together yesterday.

And he just regained consciousness, maybe she actually leaned against him very early last night! !

Mr. Long felt that his heartbeat was a little fast. He had just connected the fourth piece of pronucleus and restored about the third level of strength. In fact, he can wake up for one to two hours every day. Although he still can't move completely, he can open his eyes and move his upper body.

But at this moment, he could only pretend that he was still unconscious.

Even Mr. Long's muscles were a little tense -

after all, what if he suddenly moved and scared his wife?

He had been in her eyes for so many days, but he was always unconscious. Now, if she hugged him, he would wake up, wouldn't it show that he was not a pure dragon.

In fact, Mr. Long didn't know what he was thinking about now. He only felt that the whole world was left with her breathing and temperature, and his ears were rumbling with his own heartbeat.

"Bang", "bang", "bang", very noisy.

His consciousness slowly, shyly, and ambiguously slid down from Mu Wanwan's long black hair, and suddenly stopped when it touched the tears that had not been wiped away from the corners of her eyes.

Those charming emotions seemed to be blown away by the breeze. Mr. Long slowly had a bad guess in his heart. His consciousness moved downwards anxiously. When he touched her neck that was pecked by the skinny chirp, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The mark of the hallucinogenic grass was gone. It seemed that she was not crying because she was scared by her original form in her dream.

That's right, if she was scared, she wouldn't be so close to him.

Mr. Long just breathed a sigh of relief, and then he thought of something else, and his ears trembled again -

why is there a wound on her neck?

He was very careful and lingered on her wound for the first time without any distractions:

it was small, not very big, not deep, and avoided the bleeding meridians. The bleeding had stopped, and a little ointment was applied to form a scab, which looked like an ambiguous lip print.

After confirming that his wife was fine, Mr. Long was puzzled again. The wound must not have been caused by something like a cabinet. According to his wife's personality, it could not have been caused by a person, but by some animals.

He hadn't even touched her neck!

Mr. Long felt a little sour, even though his wife was in his quilt now.

Mr. Long secretly moved the other arm that Mu Wanwan was not holding, and his palms were sweaty.

Although it was very hot being held by her, Mr. Long still hoped that time could pass a little slower, a little slower.

After his heartbeat calmed down, the room seemed to become quiet all of a sudden. Outside was the long-lost sunlight, which flowed into the house through the window, shining on the slippery floor, reflecting a little bit of scattered light, as if reminding the people in the room to get up quickly, as the sun had been up for a long time.

"Chirp!"

When the sunlight sprinkled on the ground, Maojiu opened his eyes. Its little wings had grown a lot. In the past two days, it had recovered some spirits under Wanwan's feeding. Its temperament was not as quiet as at the beginning, and became a little noisy.

It seemed to be dissatisfied with a Maojiu waking up alone, and began to emit ruthless sound waves to attack.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp! Chirp!!"

"Chirp~!"

The crisp voice of the little baby made Mu Wanwan lose the little sleepiness she had.

Pulling herself back to reality from her dream, she faced the burden of raising dragons and chirps to help Yun'er cultivate more spiritual plants. No matter how much she felt sorry for Mr. Long in her dream, she had to get ready to get up and work.

The moment Mu Wanwan's arm left Mr. Long, a certain dragon, who was already very jealous, wanted to get up immediately and throw this annoying chirp out.

It would have been fine if it didn't make a sound. As soon as it made a sound, Mr. Long immediately thought of it. Wasn't the wound on his wife's neck pecked by this chirp? It helped him once by preventing his wife from falling asleep. But now, he finally had a brief moment with his wife without having to do it secretly, but it was broken by this chirp again.

"Mr. Xiaolong." Mu Wanwan climbed up and glanced at Mr. Long.

Except for the difference in the horns, he and Mr. Xiaolong had the same furry ears, which would tremble from time to time.

His eyes softened a little, and Mu Wanwan gently touched his furry ears and prepared to get up.

Mr. Long's cheeks were burned by her sudden touch on the ear of his underwear. His consciousness followed her and saw her walk to the side of the cabinet. His mind remembered the last time she changed clothes. His consciousness seemed to be suddenly burned and he immediately turned back.

No, a respectable Long would never do such a thing.

Unless his wife wanted to show him.

But not looking is one thing, and having wild thoughts is another.

Mr. Long felt that he was very shameless, and thought about things he shouldn't have thought about for a while with a red face. After a while, he simply calmed down and repaired his meridians -

wait until night...

wait until night, and then talk about it.

...

Mu Wanwan changed her clothes and handled the housework skillfully and quickly.

She washed, cleaned up Long and Maoqiu, made breakfast, fed Long and Maoqiu, washed and dried clothes, and tidied the house. After thinking for a while, she took out the quilt and mattress to dry them while the weather was good.

Then she organized the things she bought last time and changed the soil. After a busy day, she officially started the cultivation work.

This time when she went to the market, Mu Wanwan also bought some small pots, which were specially used to cultivate spiritual plants. She estimated that the ones given to her by Uncle Lingtu would be enough for a while, so she didn't buy any more.

Well, the main reason was that she couldn't afford it.

After going to the market several times, Mu Wanwan has a clear understanding of the prices. In the relatively cheap Elf Market, the price of spiritual soil is very high. Generally, a small bag of ordinary spiritual soil requires three to five low-grade spiritual stones.

The price of spiritual soil with slightly better effects is even higher.

The clan uncle gave her spiritual soil when they first met, and later gave her a big bag. Although it is not the kind of spiritual soil with good effects, it is already very rare. Moreover, the clan uncle also said that he would help this time. Although it is because the spiritual plants she cultivated have some special effects, Mu Wanwan is still very grateful to them.

The clan uncle has a hard time. She has also seen Yun'er, who is such a gentle and kind woman. They are kind-hearted, so she doesn't want to let them down.

In addition, the past month or so seemed to be very peaceful, but there was no telling when Bai Shuiyao and Ao Qin would come to trouble her and Mr. Long, so she had to hurry up and earn some spiritual stones and medicinal herbs.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan seized the time, sprinkled a little spiritual soil in a basin, took out the seeds of the second-level green star grass, and began to prepare for cultivation -

the second-level green star grass seeds were larger than the first-level seeds, but drier and harder, and it was obvious that they were more difficult to cultivate than the first-level seeds.

Mu Wanwan was not discouraged. She first transferred a little wood-type spiritual energy to feel the vitality of the seeds. The speed at which this seed absorbed spiritual energy was not very fast. She hesitated for a moment and then picked up another seed.

This is a small rule she discovered these days. The vitality of the seeds can be judged by the speed at which they absorb spiritual energy before they are officially cultivated. The faster they absorb, the higher the success rate.

Although her spiritual power is somewhat special, it is not uncommon for her to fail halfway through cultivation. After failing several times, Mu Wanwan developed the habit of testing the seeds before cultivation.

But unfortunately, she tried several seeds in succession, and the vitality of none of them was as high as the first one. With

her brows slightly wrinkled, Mu Wanwan roughly understood why the second-level spiritual plants were more difficult to cultivate than the first-level ones. She did not continue to waste her spiritual power to test the vitality of the remaining seeds. She buried the first seed in the soil and began to cultivate it.

After about six or seven minutes, and consuming about one-fifth of her spiritual power, the first seed finally broke through the shell with great difficulty, and three tender green buds slowly grew out under her expectant gaze.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, stopped the transmission of spiritual power, rested for a while, picked up another seed of Green Star Grass, and began to cultivate it.

But her luck was not always good. The next two seeds failed to be cultivated. They exploded directly in the soil, and the soil in the pot with just the right moisture was washed out, covering her face.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Well, nothing is easy, she calmly wiped her face and continued to cultivate. She

still failed a few times, and it was not until the seventh seed that she succeeded in cultivating another one.

After spending the entire afternoon and half an afternoon, and exhausting all her spiritual energy, Mu Wanwan finally cultivated three spiritual plants.

She brought the three pots of tender shoots that had finally grown to the yard, found a sunny spot, and gave the three trembling shoots the best position. She also took back the quilt and the dried clothes.

When she returned to the room, she moved a little bit and made some noise, and Mengmeng woke up.

"Chi~"

It was probably a very small chick. It fell asleep easily after eating every day, but it didn't sleep for long. It woke up easily during the day and acted coquettishly when it woke up.

But fortunately, it made her not so bored during the day.

With a hint of smile between her eyebrows, Mu Wanwan touched Mengmeng's little scarf, and in return she rubbed it gently.

Her palms were itchy, and Mu Wanwan carefully avoided Mengmeng's wounds, touched its little head, and saw the small rope still tied to its feet. After thinking for a while, she said softly in a negotiating tone, "Mengmeng, I will untie your rope, please don't run around, okay?"

"Chi~"

Mengmeng chirped a few times, and it sounded like she was promising that she would never run around.

Mu Wanwan untied its rope. In fact, she didn't want to tie Mengmeng up all the time. After all, it could only stay in one place and look at her with its little eyes from time to time. It was really a bit pitiful.

Besides, Jiujiu is not Mr. Dragon and cannot move. If possible, Mu Wanwan still wants Mengmeng to have a better life.

I heard that the life span of this kind of tit is not very long. Generally, it is considered a long life if it can live for more than ten years. Mu Wanwan doesn't want to lock Mengmeng up. Besides, no matter what kind of species it is, when it is young, it will be full of curiosity about the world.

Just like Mr. Dragon.

"Jiujiu!" Perhaps noticing that she was a little depressed, Jiujiu, who was freed from the restraints, took the initiative to rub her palm.

"Mengmeng is so good." Mu Wanwan was almost warmed by it and felt a little better.

"Chiu~" Mengmeng rubbed her palm again, then waved its wings humanely and began to move step by step -

it was still not very convenient to move, and it was a little shaky when walking, but maybe it was because it had better nutrition recently, Mu Wanwan felt that it had more hair?

Mengmeng walked crookedly all the way from the bedside table, and she was a little happy to see it, thinking that it would be good to let the fur ball move more, but then she saw this Chiu jump from the bedside table to the jade bed.

Mu Wanwan was a little scared, after all, there was still some distance between the bedside table and the bed. She nervously went to see the fur ball, and found it jumping around, so she felt relieved.

But she still wanted to stop Maojiu. After all, although she had cleaned up for this guy, Mengmeng's paws were not dirty, but if she jumped on the bed, it would easily dirty the quilt! !

"Mengmeng..."

Mu Wanwan walked to the bed and wanted to pick up Mengmeng. She saw that although this Maojiu was small, its movements were very flexible. It was impossible for Mu Wanwan to pick it up gently. She just watched this Maojiu jump from the jade bed to the quilt, and then...

jump onto Mr. Long? !

"Mengmeng!"

Mu Wanwan called its name, and Meng Meng chirped while looking for something, stepping on Mr. Long's face all the way, and stopped beside one of his furry ears.

Then he rubbed his furry ears affectionately, making a happy chirping sound.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

The author has something to say: In those years, the plant dragon bullied by Chiu-

lost the loving touch

② lost the opportunity to kiss the neck for the first time

③ had his face stepped on

Mr. Long (gritting his teeth): "Chiu is simply my lifelong enemy."