Mu Wanwan nodded. Seeing Uncle Zong's face suddenly become serious, she was a little nervous. "Didn't you buy Jinjiang Grass and Ningxue Pill?"

Uncle Zong sighed and wiped his face. "Yes."

Mu Wanwan was a little disappointed, but it was okay. "Uncle Zong, it's okay. We can still cultivate spiritual plants."

Seeing that her first reaction was not to blame but to comfort, Uncle Zong's expression softened a little. "In fact, according to the previous market conditions, even if I couldn't buy Jinjiang Grass, I could get seeds."

He frowned as he spoke. "But this time, many dragon guards came to the auction and bid against each other. The few spiritual stones I brought were not enough."

Mu Wanwan said, "Dragon guards?"

Uncle Zong said, "They are guards from the Golden Dragon Clan and the White Dragon Clan, I guess some elders in their tribe want it."

"I'm not sure either." Uncle Zong sighed, "Since Lord Ao Qin took over the territory, all kinds of things have become more and more expensive."

Mu Wanwan's heart moved, "Uncle Zong, then... was the former Lord... a good person?"

Uncle Zong laughed for a moment when he heard her words, "I haven't seen him, but I heard that the former Lord was a very cruel person."

"I do know a little bit." Yun'er rarely interrupted, and even Uncle Zong was a little surprised, "Yun'er, you know?"

"Yeah." Yun'er smiled, "I wasn't from your Lion Tribe at first, don't you remember? My father wanted to be a free wandering orc, and my mother accompanied him. I remember that we had just arrived at the territory of the mermaids in the north, and we happened to encounter the mermaids' mating season. We wanted to join in the fun, but we accidentally saw the Lord."

"He brought a lot of people and stood beside the beautiful mermaid princess..." Yun'er paused as she spoke, as if she was recalling. When

Mu Wanwan heard her talk about the mermaid princess, he suddenly felt like he was stabbed by something in his heart, and he regretted why he asked about Zhalong's past.

"Yes, the Lord stood beside the mermaid princess and started talking, and then I don't know what happened, he just threw the person away, and then he had a fight with the mermaids." Thrown

away?

That's the mermaid princess, how could Mr. Long be so unkind to her? No wonder he's still a single old dragon after all these years Mu Wanwan

couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, she actually breathed a sigh of relief =_=!

Yun'er said with a lingering fear, "Fortunately we were far away at the time, and my father and the others reacted quickly, otherwise I might not be alive."

The uncle touched her head, "You must have been scared at the time."

"Fortunately, but it was because of this that we randomly found a tribe to live in." Yun'er curled her eyes, "That's why I met you."

"Yun'er." The uncle put his hands on her shoulders, and the two looked at each other affectionately.

Mu Wanwan, who was stuffed with dog food, said: "..."

She didn't have the courage to remind the clan uncle that she was still here. Seeing that they still had a good relationship after so many years, she felt relieved.

The two looked at each other for a while before they remembered the existence of Mu Wanwan. The clan uncle felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't talk about this." The clan uncle smiled at her, took out a few yellowed papers from his pocket and handed them to her, "Here, take it."

"Medicine recipe?!" This time Mu Wanwan was not surprised, but shocked.

"Haha, take a look at what it is first." The clan uncle said with a smile.

Mu Wanwan flipped through the books, "First-level Ningxue Pill, first-level Huiling Pill?"

"These are the recipes for the pills." The clan uncle touched his chin, "That's what I want to talk to you about today."

The clan uncle raised his eyes and looked at Mu Wanwan, "Girl, even though you have never shown up and haven't told us your true identity, we still believe that you are not a bad person, and you have special talents, so we are willing to take a chance."

"When I didn't buy any pills or spiritual herbs at the auction, I was thinking, since you can cultivate spiritual plants that reduce curses, do you have a certain talent in refining pills?" The clan uncle said, "So I went to find a friend and bought some basic things that a basic alchemist needs, and these two recipes from him."

"I have also prepared the seeds for the alchemy furnace and materials." Uncle Zong took out several more packets of seeds and a not very big alchemy furnace, a green one, which looked expensive.

He had already said this, if Mu Wanwan still didn't know that Uncle Zong wanted her to learn to make alchemy, she would be stupid.

She was surprised and moved, "Uncle Zong, how dare I accept this?"

In fact, she and Uncle Zong had not known each other for a long time. Uncle Zong gave her spiritual soil and Qiankun bags, and he had always been very good to her. Although she knew that some of this kindness was due to her talent, Mu Wanwan still couldn't accept it with peace of mind.

Especially this time, in the original body's memory, the alchemist is not only a profession with a high threshold, but also a very expensive profession. Just the spiritual herbs and spiritual stones that beginners have to waste are enough to discourage many families with average financial resources.

Moreover, most of the people who are good at alchemy on the mainland are people with fire spiritual roots, or some monsters and special lives who are born with good control of fire. She is a wood element, so she usually takes the route of providing raw materials!

"Uncle, this is too expensive. I can't accept it."

Mu Wanwan still has some understanding of herself. She asked Uncle to see if he could get the elixir for Mr. Long. After all, Uncle was short of money. She had never been involved in the process of refining elixir. If a lot of materials were wasted, it would be a blow to Uncle.

"Haha, you didn't take it for nothing." Uncle knew that she would not accept it so easily. "I'm talking about business with you, girl."

Mu Wanwan was a little confused.

"Our Yun'er is going to move to the shop in the human race market, where I opened a medicine shop with my friends." Uncle Zong's eyes lit up, "I think the spiritual plants you cultivate have the effect of dispelling some curses. Will the medicine you refine have similar effects? If so, we will make a fortune."

Yun'er also nodded. She spoke slowly, but was much more convincing than Uncle Zong. "Girl, do you know what the current price of medicine is?" "The

first-level Huiling Pill, one bottle contains ten pills, one piece of medium-grade spirit stone. Ningxue Pill is difficult to refine, so it is sold by the pill, one pill is three pieces of low-grade spirit stones."

Yun'er smiled, "Who doesn't prepare some Huiling Pills before going out now?"

"I remember you said last time that your lover is still ill." Uncle Zong said, "For someone like him, if he only eats spiritual fruits, his recovery will be very slow."

The couple sang the same tune, and Mu Wanwan was really moved by what they said, "But, I'm not a fire element."

Seeing her interested, the clan uncle glared at her, "Who told you that you have to use fire to refine pills?"

"You can also use pill fire to refine pills." The clan uncle said, "The pill furnace I prepared for you, although the grade is not high, but there is pill fire inside, it is no problem to use it to refine pills a hundred times. If the pill fire is used up, just replenish it with spirit stones."

"When the time comes, I will sell the pills you refine in the shop, 50-50, that's it." The clan uncle said.

Mu Wanwan was a little tempted, but also a little worried that she would not do well.

Finally, Aunt Yuner saw her dilemma and said, "How about this, girl, you go back and try this time. If you succeed, you can keep the pill furnace seeds. If not, you can return them to us next time."

So after agreeing with Uncle Zong to meet at the human race market next time, Mu Wanwan walked out a little dazed with the recipe, seeds, spirit stones and pill furnace.

Before leaving, she had expected that she might not get the pill this time, but she didn't expect Uncle Zong to let her refine the pill.

However, Mu Wanwan squeezed the coins in her hand, and her mood was better than ever before -

she was worried that she didn't have a fire spirit root and couldn't control the fire well, but not everyone could refine well at the beginning, maybe Uncle Zong was right, she really had this talent.

Besides, since her uncle was willing to invest, why should she be so unconfident? There would be no harm in giving it a try.

If she really became a master of alchemy, according to the status of alchemists on the mainland, maybe she could even use the elixirs to hire people and take Mr. Long out of that oppressive mansion.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan smiled. She tended to think too much. Now she couldn't even make the most basic elixir.

She didn't think about alchemy anymore. According to the calculations made last night, she started to buy the things that were missing at home.

When passing by a herbal medicine shop, Mu Wanwan went in to take a look. She pointed obscurely at a plant with the same purple leaves that Mengmeng pecked out of her neck, and asked the boss what it was.

"Hallucinogenic grass, used for dreaming." The boss said casually, "One second-grade medium-grade spirit stone, and three third-grade spirit stones, do you want them?"

Mu Wanwan pretended to be relaxed, her fingertips shaking a little, "I just think it looks good."

"Oh." The boss was a little disdainful and ignored her.

Mu Wanwan walked out of the shop in a wolfish manner -

what Mengmeng got was hallucinogenic grass.

In other words, the dream she had before was real.

Mr. Xiaolong was real, and Mr. Long's previous appearance was also real.

Her heart felt like it was pierced by a needle, and Mu Wanwan was stunned for a while before she came to her senses.

Mr. Long, Mr. Long.

She wanted to go back quickly.

Mu Wanwan quickened her pace and was about to walk towards the place she had agreed to meet Hongye, but when she passed by the door of a restaurant, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

It was Bai Shuiyao!

She followed a tall man, wearing silk and smiling.

What was going on? Shouldn't Bai Shuiyao be doing hard labor in the cold palace near the forbidden area?

Mu Wanwan thought something was wrong and stopped in her tracks. She followed them into the most upscale restaurant in the market and watched Bai Shuiyao and the tall man go upstairs.

"Sir, please come in." The waiter was very polite. Mu Wanwan waved her hand and chose a secluded seat without changing her expression. She ordered a pot of tea, took out two silver coins, and waved to the waiter. The

waiter was also very perceptive. He took the silver coins and whispered in her ear, "Sir, what do you want to ask?"

"Who is the woman you were with just now?" Mu Wanwan chose her words carefully.

"Ah, are you talking about the girl next to Lord Aoxue?" The waiter rolled his eyes and guessed that Mu Wanwan was probably the concubine of the romantic Lord Aoxue. After all, this was not the first time this happened. He knew that he could not get involved, so he evaded the question and said, "I don't know about this."

However, the waiter did not expect that Mu Wanwan was not asking about Bai Shuiyao at all. She just wanted to know which man Bai Shuiyao had hooked up with under the influence of the heroine's halo.

It turned out to be Ao Xue...

She just heard from Hongye this morning that Ao Xue turned into a dragon and swallowed Fu Liu, and now she knew the bad news that Ao Xue and Bai Shuiyao were involved.

Mu Wanwan could not sit still for a moment, and she forced herself to hold her breath, "Oh, how could Lord Aoxue like such a thing, do they come often?"

The waiter rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Mu Wanwan was furious, snorted coldly, took out two more silver coins and slammed them on the table.

"It's the first time I see you today, I haven't seen you before." The waiter smiled, "Don't be angry, sir."

Mu Wanwan was very annoyed, waved her hand to let the waiter go, and many thoughts flashed through her mind -

he had only come in the past few days, which means that Bai Shuiyao had just attached herself to Ao Xue, and maybe she wouldn't come to trouble her and Mr. Long so soon. She had a falling out with Bai Shuiyao last time, and she thought that Bai Shuiyao would not attach herself to a man so quickly in the cold palace full of women. Now it seems that she is still too naive.

The halo of the original heroine will not disappear so easily.

Mu Wanwan was very confused. According to Bai Shuiyao's vengeful character, she would definitely not let her go.

...

...

When Mu Wanwan found Bai Shuiyao in the market, Mr. Long also woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes and half sat up, Mao Jiu noticed it.

Mr. Long had a cold face, and his eyes swept over Mengmeng's small body. He frowned and exuded a sense of oppression with malicious intent. Seeing Mengmeng trembling with fear, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

His wife was not at home, should he kill this hateful Jiu?

Mr. Long thought viciously, but did not do it in the end.

He had other things to do today -

he wanted to practice walking before she came back.

Mr. Long tidied his long hair and underwear, lifted the quilt, and the dragon tail turned into a pair of legs.

The straight long legs looked no different from before, but the way they walked was different.

Mr. Long had a cold face and tried to move his right leg. It was very stiff, as if it was restrained by something.

He tightened his fingertips and tried to move his left leg.

The stiffness that came through was even more severe than that in his right leg, reminding him that he was a useless dragon.

There was no change in his expression. Mr. Long did not use his spiritual power and tried hard to get off the bed.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat. Because of the curse, every movement was accompanied by a stagnant pain, as if someone had tied his legs with thorns.

Mr. Long pursed his lips tightly. His eyes, as dark as a cold pond, could not reveal his emotions. He just tried again and again. After about a few minutes, he got used to the pain of the movement and slowly put his legs on the ground.

He wanted to stand up, but he fell to the ground all of a sudden. The cold ground seemed to be mocking him -

you are just a disabled dragon.

Sadly, he couldn't even get up.

He seemed to have lost the ability to control his body balance, like a wolf.

Mr. Long's eyes dimmed, and he finally stood up after mobilizing the spiritual power in his body.

The pain did not subside, but with the help of the spiritual power, he seemed to have regained some dignity.

Mr. Long straightened his back and slowly walked to the side of the cabinet. His eyes touched the underwear and clothes that his wife bought for him, and his heart softened for a moment.

It turned out that she not only bought him underwear, but also clothes. It

was light blue and looked very good.

Mr. Long stretched out his long arms, picked up the clothes, put them on, and wanted to close the cabinet door, but he touched her underwear for some reason.

When his fingertips touched the soft fabric, Long's face suddenly burned.

When he came to his senses, he already had her clothes in his hands.

Her, her clothes.

She is not at home.

Mr. Long looked serious, staring at the clothes in his hands, as if he was seriously considering whether to go to war with the human cultivation world this month.

In the shivering Mengmeng's perspective,

it was probably a very scary dragon, who suddenly crawled out of the bed and threatened it with a cold look, and then suddenly fell to the ground, and then crawled up and touched its lovely owner's things. It was simply too bad.

"Chirp chirp..."

But Mengmeng didn't dare to say QAQ, and could only complain about Mr. Long's behavior in a low voice.

Mr. Long shyly rubbed his wife's clothes, then put the clothes back with a serious face, controlled his body, and walked a little stiffly to the side of the spirit chicken cubs that had grown bigger and bigger in the past two days and had been moved to the yard.

He just stood in front of them and watched quietly for a while.

The pain in his body was getting worse and worse, and Mr. Long couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to go back, but suddenly he felt several consciousnesses -

they were

three or four guards.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long's comic strip is posted on Weibo, and this chapter will drop 100 small red envelopes.