Mr. Long waited for a long time, until his meridians showed signs of cracking.

Even the nuclei in his body showed signs of instability due to the heavy load.

He had been awake for too long today, and his energy consumption was too great.

"..." Mr. Long's face gradually turned pale, and he was about to be driven crazy by the speculation in his mind. He could not wait any longer. If Mu Wanwan did not come back, maybe he would go find her.

His eyes gradually dimmed, and Mengmeng, who had a Qiankun bag hanging around her neck, was tired of staring at him. She probably thought that this dragon was hopeless, but she did not dare to rub his ears, so she had to lie on the table and nibble two bites of the first-level green star grass fruit that Mu Wanwan left behind before leaving.

After eating, Meng Meng did not forget the spirit chicken in the yard. She held the fruit peel she had chewed on and slowly, when Mu Wanwan didn't want to pay attention to her, she quietly jumped out of the ventilated window of Mu Wanwan.

Meng Meng sent the fruit peel to the cage of the spirit chicken, chirping to express her love.

Its increasingly round little body was also stained with a lot of sticky juice, and it also messed up the spirit chicken cage. If Mu Wanwan didn't give it a loving "touch" when he came back, it would be a miracle.

But Mengmeng was very proud. She had no intention of abandoning the three tender yellow spirit chickens. She blinked her big black eyes, looked at the closed door, and then looked at the chickens fighting to chew the fruit peels. She decisively chose to accompany them outside the yard.

So, when Mu Wanwan and Hongye said goodbye and opened the gate, they saw Mou Jiu and three tender yellow spirit chickens squeezed in the cage, covered with juice and dirt.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

This Jiu is really getting bolder and bolder.

She was helpless and closed the gate. "Mengmeng, why did you come here?"

Her voice was not loud, but it was enough to tremble the whole body of Mr. Long, who was about to become a wife-watching stone -

his wife is back.

Great.

She is fine.

Mr. Long quickly thought of these things, and his tense heart finally relaxed. He endured the pain and quickly lay down. I'm

glad that my wife is fine.

I'll take a good look at her with my consciousness next time I wake up.

Mr. Long's fingers rubbed the slightly cool bed sheet, his black eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes.

...

Mu Wanwan took Maoqiu out of the pile of spirit chickens. Mengmeng's fur was much fluffier than when she first picked it up. Because it was still a cub, its fur was very soft, so Mu Wanwan once thought it had gained weight.

But last time when she took a bath, Mu Wanwan knew that her Maochu was not fat, but just hairy_(:з」∠)_Maochu

was usually a very clean little chick, and usually maintained a chubby and cute image. Today, there was a layer of sticky mud on the small scarf...

Eh?

Why is there something tied to the small scarf?

Mu Wanwan looked at the dirty thing that was not very big and covered with mud tied around Mengmeng's neck, sighed, and took Mengmeng back to the room. Long was still lying well, and it seemed that everything was calm at home. She

put Mengmeng on the table and put down the basket, and then she had the mind to look at the thing hanging around Mengmeng's neck. Mu Wanwan

used fine needle and thread to tie the scarf to Maojiu, carefully avoiding hurting Mengmeng's head, and took down the thing that was less than half the size of her palm -

it was a...

Qiankun bag? It looked similar to the one that Uncle Zong gave her. Mu Wanwan tentatively input a trace of spiritual power into it, but there was no change. She tried a few more times without giving up, but there was still no change. Could it be that this cloth bag just looks like a Qiankun bag? "Chirp!" Mengmeng rubbed Mu Wanwan's hand with her dirty head, her little wings shaking, and then, under Mu Wanwan's gaze, she was about to jump onto the bed where Mr. Long was lying. Mu Wanwan put down the Qiankun bag that Mr. Long had worked so hard to get, thinking that it was some garbage that Meng Meng had picked up from somewhere... Please forgive Wanwan for being an ignorant modern person. Not only can she not recognize a mid-grade Qiankun bag, she will not recognize its owner... And Mr. Long was only thinking about his wife's smile after receiving the gift, so he didn't think much about this problem. So, the gift that was robbed with great difficulty was placed in Meng Meng's nest as if it were a toy picked up by Meng Meng. Mu Wanwan washed the chicks, cleaned the cage of the spirit chicken, sorted the things she bought, did the housework and prepared dinner. The weather is getting colder and colder. She is fine when cooking, but her hand for washing clothes is the same as that for fruits and carrots, so Mu Wanwan now puts some things to be washed away and washes them together at noon. She came back late today. After cultivating a few second-level green star grasses for Mr. Long as food, she felt very tired. She went to the study and copied a copy of the recipe for the elixir given by her uncle. The materials for the first-level Huiling Pill are the first-level Huiling Fruit and three plants: the bell grass and the dredging flower. Huiling Fruit is the main material, the dredging flower is used to purify and eliminate impurities, and the bell grass is used to improve the quality and effect of the pill. The materials for the first-level blood coagulation pill are much more complicated. It also requires the dredging flower and bell grass, but the main material is the second-level plant - Ningxue. This kind of spiritual plant grows naturally in cold places, and there are not too many of them. The higher the level of Ningxue, the more high-level monsters will guard it. The low-level ones are not difficult to get. Artificial cultivation is also difficult. This time, Mu Wanwan only has fifty Ningxue seeds. Ningxue Dan has only one function, which is high-quality treatment and removal of some negative effects. The higher the level, the more effective it is, and the effect on monsters is doubled. It seems that it is not as useful as Huiling Dan, which has a recovery effect, but if you think about it carefully, you will know the importance of Ningxue Dan. If two monks of similar strength are exploring outside, they are bitten by poisonous snakes at the same time when their spiritual power is almost exhausted. If a monk took a Huiling Pill, he would recover some spiritual power and use it to resist the snake venom in his body. But if he finished taking the pill and didn't get rid of the poison in his body, he might still die. The monk who took Ningxue Pill, although he couldn't recover any spiritual power, could get rid of the poison in his body completely under the effect of the pill. As long as he didn't get bitten again, he could usually survive. In general, Ningxue Pill is probably a versatile detoxification pill plus a blood-recovery pill, Mu Wanwan thought.

After she copied the recipe for the elixir and roughly figured out the required materials, she rubbed her forehead, finished the cleaning work for the whole family (herself, Maojiu, and Mr. Long), and prepared to go to bed -

she was very tired today, mainly mentally tired. There would be a lot of new things to do starting tomorrow, so she wanted to rest early.

Mu Wanwan made the bed and suddenly found that the corner of the quilt that Mr. Long was covering himself with had moved.

She was worried that Mr. Long's tail would be frozen, so she would fold the quilt every time, but today the quilt seemed to have been lifted up by someone.

Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. She didn't notice this detail when she came back before. Could it be that someone came to bully Mr. Long when she was not at home?

Mu Wanwan got a little anxious when she thought of this, and she lifted Mr. Long's quilt -

he was wearing the clothes he changed after taking a bath last time, so there was no blood stain on his upper body, and his tail was also in good condition. The scales had changed, and some of the yellowed scales were almost falling off. Compared with Mr. Xiaolong's tail, it lacked some furry tips, was bald and ugly, and was much thicker and bigger.

But it was much better than the miserable appearance she saw for the first time.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and gently touched the cool scales. There were no wounds, so he should be fine.

She looked at Mr. Long's evil and handsome face, reached out to touch his furry ears, and tucked his quilt again.

"Chirp~"

Meng Meng was about to fall asleep, but when she saw Mu Wanwan come back, she got up again, flapped her wings hard, and tried to jump onto the bed. She couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to complain about the bad dragon's behavior.

Mu Wanwan didn't know what it wanted to do. She watched it point at the things in its nest, and then try to point at Mr. Long lying on the bed, chirping hard.

"Do you want to rub your ears?" Mu Wanwan thought Maojiu wanted to rub Mr. Long's ears. After thinking about it, she decided to satisfy her little Jiu and brought Jiu to the bed. But Maojiu just rubbed Mr. Long's ears very restrainedly and started to step on his face hard =_=!

Mu Wanwan sighed and patted Mengmeng's head, "Stop making trouble."

Mengmeng felt wronged and didn't want to talk.

Mengmeng turned her butt to Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was tired.

The lights were turned off and the room suddenly became dark. Mu Wanwan lay down and said softly, "Mr. Long, Mengmeng, good night."

She fell asleep quickly and the room became quiet.

About two or three hours later, Mr. Long woke up.

He blinked gently. Considering the last time when his bright golden eyes made his wife cry, his eyes were still normal.

But he still hid the ugly black and red lines and broken corners on his face. After thinking about it, he shyly changed the tail of his lower body into legs.

Although she was not wearing (??) clothes, she should not be able to tell through the quilt.

Mr. Long, the shameless dragon, turned over slowly and gently.

He had a good night vision. When he turned over, he could see Mu Wanwan sleeping peacefully. She was wrapped tightly in the quilt. There was a little blue and black under her eyes. She must have been too tired recently.

A trace of bitterness rose in his heart. Mr. Long thought of how his wife made money. He saw it clearly.

From the time she married him until now.

She has never eaten good food, nor worn beautiful clothes, and has been doing boring things all day long, but she has never complained or despised him.

However, with the things he robbed, she should be able to live a little better.

Mr. Long thought that when he recovered after a while, he would go outside and bring back all the treasures for her.

Mr. Long, the paralyzed dragon, had an unchanged expression when facing his wife's face. The night covered his cheeks that were gradually turning red.

Oh, right.

He wanted to touch the jade bracelet that he asked Mao Jiu to give her -

although his wife didn't know it was from him, in Mr. Long's heart, if Mu Wanwan wore it, it would mean that she accepted him, and would always be with him and be trapped by him.

Quietly, a warm hand reached into Mu Wanwan's quilt and carefully touched the bracelet on her hand.

Hmm?

Why isn't it there?

Mr. Long felt something was wrong. He extended his spiritual consciousness and found the middle-grade Qiankun bag in the sleeping Mengmeng's quilt.

Mr. Long: "..."

Long Yao calmed down!

His black eyelashes trembled, and then he thought of the reason -

he forgot that the middle-grade Qiankun bag recognized the owner like the low-grade ones only needed spiritual power, but needed spiritual consciousness or blood to recognize the owner. Madam probably didn't know.

Mr. Long thought calmly for a while, released his spiritual power, gently turned the hair over, and then took the Qiankun bag in his hand. Okay, the next step is to get Madam's blood.

He gently lifted one of Mu Wanwan's arms, and carefully separated a strand of spiritual power, piercing Mu Wanwan's fingertip like a needle.

Bright red blood slowly flowed out, and Mr. Long frowned in pain. He quickly took a drop of blood and dripped it on the Qiankun bag. He couldn't wait to see if the master was recognized successfully. Instead, he leaned over, put her fingertip in his mouth, and licked it gently.

Dragon saliva can speed up the healing of wounds.

He swore that he didn't think about anything when he did this.

But after licking it, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and the whole dragon was about to burn.

Mu Wanwan was not completely unconscious. She felt someone touching her arm. Her fingertips felt hot, as if they were soaked in something warm. She subconsciously moved her fingers...

The author has something to say: Mr. Long (blushing, fireworks in his mind): "Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?"

The talking version of Big Hairy Moe (→_→): "You are licking a dragon, you are on the bed, you are licking your wife, haha, what a shameless dragon."