By the time Mu Wanwan woke up from her sudden realization, it was already the afternoon of three days later. As
soon as she regained consciousness, she felt as if all the pores in her body were covered with something, which made her feel very uncomfortable. She opened her eyes and saw a pile of seedlings and discarded seeds in front of her.
There were only a few seeds left from the seeds that were originally kept aside. There were seedlings and buds waiting to bloom on the table and the ground. At a glance, it was impossible to estimate the number for a moment.
Mu Wanwan touched her face, which was greasy and dirty.
Did she advance in her cultivation this time?
She quickly looked inside her body -
most of the spiritual power that had been liquefied in her dantian had actually formed a small golden pill.
It was not big, not even particularly complete, and the shape was not perfect, but it was truly solid. A semicircular golden elixir with several holes was suspended in her dantian, surrounded by dense spiritual energy, swirling around the golden elixir.
The elixir had formed!
Did she become a third-level cultivator
just like that? Wasn't it said that it was very difficult to go from foundation building to golden elixir, and without the help of elixirs, the success rate was low and painful? Why did she feel that it was not that difficult?
After a brief moment of surprise and shock, Mu Wanwan suddenly became happy, even a little complicated joy -
she had never thought that she actually had such an extraordinary talent. At first, she just thought that her spiritual power might be a little special, but she didn't expect that she could complete the feat of upgrading without elixirs or spiritual stones and without pain.
However, she didn't feel happy for long, and was awakened by Mengmeng's resentful chirping.
"Chirp..." Mengmeng lay on her half-black nest in a particularly listless manner. Her little scarf was also a little black, and the whole chirp was very aggrieved.
Mu Wanwan softened her heart immediately. Even though Mengmeng had soiled her nest, she was not very angry. She was also dirty now.
"Chiu!" Mengmeng chirped loudly, and then covered her head with her little wings, as if she was a cold chirp who didn't want to pay attention to Mu Wanwan.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She had raised Chiu for a while, and was more familiar with Mengmeng's temper than Mr. Long. From Mengmeng's current performance, it can be seen that it is very unhappy.
In fact, Mengmeng has always been not an ordinary Chiu in her heart. Its spirituality is much higher than that of modern cats and dogs, and it can even express its emotions. This time, Mengmeng was probably angry because she ignored it for several days after her sudden realization.
As for food, Mu Wanwan was not really worried about Mengmeng being hungry. Sometimes she would grow some seeds of Green Star Grass and Baizhen Fruit in between cultivating spiritual plants. The surplus food at home was enough for Mengmeng to eat for ten days.
However, she still had to coax her.
Mu Wanwan carefully circled the seedlings on the ground, took out a second-level Green Star Grass seed from her Qiankun bag, walked straight to Maojiu, and carefully poked its little wings. Mengmeng was awkward for a while, then carefully poked her head out and looked at her with squinting eyes.
Mu Wanwan spread out the seeds in her palm. She was still a little uncomfortable when circulating her spiritual power, but soon, her palms radiated a moist green light.
The seed of the green star grass that was supposed to grow in the soil, just broke out of the shell, slowly grew into a tender seedling, and then in Mengmeng's eyes, little by little, turned into a translucent fruit that was bigger and more fragrant than before!
Mengmeng was hopeless, and decided to succumb to the power of food_(:з」∠)_Maojiu
slowly climbed up, stretched out his little wings and hugged the fruit that was almost as big as his body, and pulled it back hard. He used too much force and fell down, making a miserable cry of "啾".
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Buxing, Mengmeng has self-esteem, she has to hold back her laughter.
Mengmeng was stunned by the fall, and was stunned for several seconds before she climbed up, chirping softly, ignoring Mu Wanwan, and walked forward with difficulty holding the fruit.
Mu Wanwan felt that if it went any further, the tragedy would repeat itself. Although Mengmeng looked very cute, she couldn't let it get away with it.
"Where do you want to go, Mengmeng?" Mu Wanwan carefully ignored Maojiu's slight resistance and held Maojiu and the fruit in her hands.
"Jiu..." Mengmeng's resistance was ineffective. She put down the fruit and pointed outside the door.
Mu Wanwan walked around the various seedlings scattered on the ground and brought Maojiu to the yard.
She saw at a glance the few spirit chickens locked in the cage.
They were crowded together, all dirty, and there were several fruit peels in the cage that had gone bad and were emitting an unpleasant smell... When
the chicks saw Mengmeng, they became excited and scrambled to squeeze forward.
"Chirp." Maojiu was also responding to them. Listening to the lively chirping sounds in her ears, Mu Wanwan immediately guessed what had happened. She felt guilty and felt even more distressed for Maojiu in her hands.
No wonder Mengmeng was unhappy. She had fed these chicks on time before, and she had not prepared some spiritual rice for them in advance. I'm afraid that they didn't starve to death these days only because of Mengmeng's help.
Mu Wanwan felt a pain in her heart. She put Mengmeng on the ground and tapped its head. "Mengmeng, thank you."
She decided to leave time for Xiaochu. She would take a shower first, and then work before it got dark.
She suddenly realized that there were a lot of things to do at home. ——Mengmeng chirped in confusion, and then saw Mu Wanwan walking back. Forget it, she didn't care what the two-legged beast thought and didn't want to know! Humph!
But when Mu Wanwan walked away, it still looked back at her carefully. Seeing that the two-legged beast didn't look back, it got angry again.
Mu Wanwan said that she was really wronged and she just wanted to seize the time.
Before taking a shower, Mu Wanwan wanted to take off the jade bracelet on her wrist, but for some reason, she couldn't pull the bracelet off. She
didn't know it was a gift from Mr. Long, but she just liked this beautiful bracelet.
Now, knowing that he gave it to her, and still unable to take it off, it feels a little weird. Mu Wanwan wiped her hair until it was half dry, and began to tidy up the house -
first she cleaned up the seedlings on the floor and the table. She had almost used up several bags of seeds. After cleaning up, Mu Wanwan counted them and found that there were seventeen seedlings of the second-level Ningxue alone.
You know, she could only cultivate two Ningxue a day at most before.
There were also about two hundred seedlings of bell grass and silt-clearing flower, and seventy or eighty seedlings of Huiling fruit.
Mu Wanwan was at the end of the cleaning process. The newly bought flower pots were not enough, so she had to plant the seedlings of the same kind together, sprinkled a bag of spiritual soil evenly, and then arranged the flower pots with seedlings.
The neatly placed rows of seedlings swayed in the slightly cold evening breeze. Mu Wanwan looked at them and smiled with emotion.
These are not seedlings swaying in the wind, these are spiritual stones!
Crystal clear spiritual stones that can be used to buy anything!
With so many seedlings, even if they are not refined into pills, she can make enough money from selling them just from the condensed snow.
Her spiritual power is now abundant, which is enough to refine pills and ripen the seedlings at the same time. Originally, according to her previous strength, it would take half a day just to gather the materials for a furnace of elixir.
Now it is different, she has so many seedlingsヽ(^▽^)ノ
She will try the elixir recipe tomorrow to see if she can refine the elixir. If she can, the value of these seedlings will increase several times!
She must buy herself some clothes after making money this time, and Mr. Long...
Mr. Long's pale face suddenly appeared in her mind, and Mu Ben felt a little uncomfortable -
she only bought him a set of outer clothes... In the past, she thought he would not wake up, and it would be difficult to wear so many clothes in the half-dragon state.
But now... he is awake, which is very intriguing.
Mu Wanwan thought about it and decided to add two more clothes for Mr. Long this time.
………
After cleaning up the seedlings and the house, Mu Wanwan glanced at the sky and hurried to wash Maoju, a few chickens, and dirty clothes.
Perhaps because of her advancement, her resistance to cold has increased a lot. When the realm is improved to a certain level, there are many things that can be learned without a teacher. Mu Wanwan tentatively wrapped a layer of spiritual power on her hands, like a pair of cold-insulating gloves, making the icy cold water bearable.
After washing a lot of clothes, it was almost dark. Mu Wanwan calculated that according to the time, she should drag her tired body to prepare dinner because her spiritual power was usually drained.
But today she was not tired or hungry, and she felt in good spirits. This should be a benefit after the advancement.
When a cultivator is in the Qi Refining Stage, which is the first stage, his physical fitness will be much stronger than that of ordinary people, and his life span is 100-150. After entering the Foundation Building Stage, which is the second stage, the demand for food will not be so strong. With the help of the Bigu Pill , he can go without food for a long time, and his life span is 200-300.
Becoming a third-level cultivator is considered to be extremely talented among the human race, and the demand for food has become dispensable, so it is no problem for her not to cook now.
Mu Wanwan did not cook either. She cultivated a few second-level Baizhen Fruits, ate one herself, left one for Mengmeng, and fed the rest to the dragon.
It was still the familiar process of feeding the dragon, but Mu Wanwan's mentality had changed greatly. Every time she accidentally touched his lips, she would feel very, very awkward, not knowing whether it was more of shame or numbness.
Just feeding made her so embarrassed, it was all instinctive. If this man deliberately didn't wake up in a few days, according to the past, she would have to change his clothes, wash his hair, bathe him, and rub his tail...
Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot and she bit her lip -
this dragon shouldn't be so shameless, he, maybe he will find out that she was pretending to sleep tonight.
However, Wanwan completely overestimated Mr. Long. When night fell, the ambiguous lights in the house went out, Mao Ju and she were both "sleeping soundly", and Mr. Long also woke up quietly.
Because of his wife's sudden enlightenment these days, he simply woke up only once a night to see if she had advanced from the state of enlightenment.
It was the same tonight, his consciousness made a circle and stopped on Mu Wanwan's bulging quilt.
His wife had come out of her state of enlightenment, she had advanced, and she was sleeping beside him.
Mr. Long was quick-thinking and suddenly became happy -
he could finally touch her.
Well, the first step is to make himself look better.
Mr. Long's long eyelashes flickered, and the next moment, he turned into a human form and moved quietly.
Mu Wanwan is no longer the second-level Mu Wanwan. She is more sensitive than before, and she knows when Mr. Long moves.
Her heartbeat was a little fast, but with the experience of pretending to sleep last time, she was much calmer.
In fact, when she went to bed tonight, in order to avoid any particularly embarrassing things happening at night, she deliberately buried her head halfway in the quilt this time.
So it was even more difficult for Mr. Long to touch his wife.
Mr. Long, who was a little shy and a little panicked when he was doing something shameful, just naively thought that his wife was a little cold tonight_(:з」∠)_In
fact, Long knew that the wife of a third-level strong man must be easily woken up, but he was greedy and felt lucky -
after all, she had never woken up before and slept very soundly. He was gentle, he was gentle.
He secretly used his spiritual power to warm himself up, and then slowly, little by little, extended his palm over.
Then...
he accidentally touched her waist...
Forgiveness aside, she was sleeping on her side tonight and facing Mr. Long in the opposite direction, with both hands on her chest.
So Mr. Long was sneaky, searching for his wife's hand for a long time, and finally touched her waist.
His touch was very light, his palms felt hot, and her waist was itchy. She arched her waist slightly almost reflexively, and then she forcibly suppressed the urge to escape.
Mr. Long also realized what this softness different from his palm was the moment he touched her waist, and immediately retracted his palm as if it was ignited.
He, he, he didn't mean it.
But it was very soft and very tempting, and Long almost couldn't breathe.
Mu Wanwan had a complicated expression, and she didn't understand Mr. Long as much as she wanted.
"Madam..." After a long time, Mr. Long murmured, and then slowly, as if it was difficult to speak, he said, "I..."
"I want to kiss you."
Mu Wanwan was shocked. Before she could react, she heard his hoarse voice, and tried to restrain himself, "It won't hurt you."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Mu Wanwan: "???"
Hurt? Why would kissing hurt... Could it be...
She suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and her ears turned red silently -
no, it was progressing too fast, she was not ready to fulfill her husband's and wife's duties.
As a result, Mu Wanwan waited for a long time before she felt her quilt being gently moved open. The cold air from outside hit her face, making her shudder inexplicably.
She was a little nervous, her hands were shaking, why didn't Mr. Long notice that she was awake yet?
She didn't know that Mr. Long was even more nervous than her, he slowly approached her.
Until their breaths met and their noses touched.
His long eyelashes brushed against her cheeks, itching her so much that she wanted to reach out and scratch them. The sound of his breathing gradually warmed up in her ears, which was very uncomfortable.
Mu Wanwan endured this sour feeling for more than ten minutes. The breath of the dragon made her lips look like they were covered with moisturizing lipstick.
The shy feeling gradually faded. She wanted to hold Mr. Long's head and ask him to kiss her quickly. She really wanted to touch her face!
Mr. Long also prepared himself in the long dark night and finally mustered up the courage -
gently, gently, he pressed his lips against hers. They
separated quickly, like a soft feather, swaying and drifting with the wind.
The author has something to say: What Mr. Long feels in his heart: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” What
Mu Wanwan feels in his heart: “My face is so itchy and I want to scratch it. Kiss me quicker, quicker, quicker, quicker. Hmm??? Are you done kissing???”