As the snow mist dissipated, the whole room was filled with a light floral scent, which was pleasant to the touch.

But Mu Wanwan felt her heart bleed, because it was not easy to cultivate a snow plant!

When she had her epiphany, she had cultivated only seventeen snow seedlings, and now one was wasted.

"Chi~" Mengmeng sniffed the air, and seemed to be intoxicated, chirping happily beside Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan sighed, took out a jade bottle of ordinary quality from her pocket, and filled it with the juice of the bellflower hanging on the side, so as not to waste it.

Because she was afraid of wasting another Ningxue, Mu Wanwan didn't plan to try to refine Ningxue Pills again. She took Mengmeng to the yard and put it down to let it play by itself. She picked a few Huiling fruits and some Iris and Qingyu flowers and planned to start with the cheap pills.

This time, she was more careful than last time and stared closely at the situation in the pill furnace. When the Huiling fruits were gradually refined into light red liquid, she immediately used her spiritual power to control the half-solidified light red liquid and quickly threw the Qingyu flowers prepared on the side into the pill furnace.

When the Qingyu flowers were almost melted, Mu Wanwan quickly poured the juice of Iris that she had packed into the furnace.

Her idea was very beautiful, that is, to use spiritual power to knead these three liquids like dough, and then wait until the temperature reaches a certain level to condense the pill.

However, there is a gap between imagination and reality. Mu Wanwan just put the three materials together, and she found that her spiritual power could not operate the three liquids at the same time. She tried her best but failed to condense the three liquids together.

Because she focused on condensing the three liquids together, Mu Wanwan didn't pay much attention to controlling the pill fire. Suddenly, the spiritual power was not connected, and the pill fire became much bigger, and failed again.

The three liquids, which originally had a good color, were all burnt black. Mu Wanwan extinguished the pill fire with a bit of heartache and cleaned the pill furnace.

She wondered if it was a problem of sequence. The sequence written on the recipe was to refine all three ingredients into liquid first, and then combine them into one. There should be nothing wrong with the recipe. Did she overlook a step?

Recalling the sluggish feeling she had when she tried to condense the pill, Mu Wanwan wondered if it was because her spiritual power was not strong enough, but she felt that it was not the case. After all, according to her uncle, she could refine these two kinds of pills at the second level. It didn't make sense that she would not have enough spiritual power now that she was at the third level.

Mu Wanwan fell into distress. Because this problem was not solved, she did not continue to try to refine it. After all, every failure not only lost the fire of the pill and her spiritual power, but also a lot of materials.

With two failures alone, she had wasted a Ningxue and many other spiritual plants.

Mu Wanwan thought for a long time, holding a Qingyu flower and looking at it for a long time, until her eyes were a little sore, then she got up and prepared to see if there was time to do her old job and cultivate some spiritual plants.

She would be able to go out in about three or four days. Now she has not refined even one pill. Maybe she will not be able to refine it before she goes out this time. In order to avoid Mr. Long and Mengmeng eating dirt with her for the next month, and also for new clothes, she should cultivate more spiritual plants.

By the time she packed up her things and walked out of the side hall, it was almost dark outside.

The temperature was getting lower and lower, and the sun set very early. Mu Wanwan thought for a while and went to the study. She wanted to get some pen and paper to record the reasons and experience of the failures in the past few times of refining the elixir, as well as some data, so as to avoid failure again.

She didn't come to the study very often, but she was not unfamiliar with it -

the study was also very luxurious and very large, but the valuable things were basically taken away, and books were also very valuable things in this era, so there was basically nothing left in Mr. Long's study. The

ink and inkstone that Mu Wanwan found before were all found in some corners, and she didn't clean this place often, only once or twice a month.

But this time, Mu Wanwan obviously felt that something was different in the study. It was as if she had entered a place where something was set up, which made her feel a little bit wrong.

Mu Wanwan just felt that something was wrong. Mr. Long, who had been resting quietly on the bed, slowly opened his eyes. There was a trace of vigilance and indifference in his black eyes, but that trace of coldness soon disappeared because he was sure that it was his wife who entered the center of the magic circle, and it turned into a trace of helplessness like doting.

Mr. Long's spiritual blessing dissipated, so he could only use his spiritual consciousness to secretly look at his wife while she had not reached the fourth level and had not cultivated her spiritual consciousness.

Mr. Long/paralyzed on the outside/shy and wild on the inside/cool personality/, his mind completely exposed his true nature, like a clingy big cat, following Mu Wanwan all the way from the study door into the depths of the study.

She seemed to be prettier than before (ω)

Yes, really prettier.

Mr. Long was staring at her in a trance, when Mu Wanwan suddenly found a slightly yellowed piece of paper in an inconspicuous place under the table.

She had never seen it when she was cleaning before, so she might as well pick it up and take a look.

So Mr. Long watched his wife slowly bend down, and the not-so-thick clothes outlined her slender waist, and then down...

Mr. Long's mind suddenly retreated several steps and turned humanely.

His heart was burning, and he felt a little hot at the tip of his nose.

After covering his face for a while, Mr. Long finally let go of his hand. With a slightly reddish face, he continued to observe (peek) at his wife with a serious expression.

Fortunately, she had picked up the thing. It was a yellowed parchment with a little curling at the edge.

Mr. Long tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember the content on the paper. He had lived for more than a hundred years and had been the leader for several decades. Although he was considered a very young dragon among the dragons, he had written a lot of things over the years...

Suddenly, he had a bad feeling in his heart. Mr. Long watched Mu Wanwan nervously unfold the parchment.

The moment she saw the handwriting on the paper clearly, Mu Wanwan's expression suddenly became interesting -

this word is simply very... ugly is a bit of an exaggeration.

The words in this world are far less complicated than traditional Chinese characters. After having the memory of her original body, Mu Wanwan learned it after trying to write it twice. Although what she wrote was not particularly beautiful, it was also very neat.

But the words on this piece of paper, how to say, have a bit of abstract meaning.

She wondered if there was something wrong with her eyes. She looked at it for a long time but couldn't understand it. She frowned slightly, and simply covered the content below with her hand, and identified it word by word.

"I..."

Mu Wanwan tried for a long time and finally recognized the first word.

She read it softly, but Mr. Long in the bedroom already had an urge to bang his head against the wall.

He was really immature at that time, and he only had a vague understanding of the relationship between men and women. There were always some people who wanted to marry him from nowhere, and he was annoyed to death. He was learning to write at that time, so he complained on the parchment.

How did the lady see it! What if she understood it...

He is already a useless and disabled dragon, and it would be bad to be suspected again...

He is very conflicted now. On the one hand, he hopes that the lady would hate him, but in his heart, he can't help but hope that she would like him more.

Mr. Long pursed his lips and grabbed the quilt nervously.

"No..."

"Will you?"

I won't?

Mu Wanwan stared at it for a long time, but was stuck on the next word. She gave up and read on, recognizing each word one by one. Finally, she read to the end and guessed the general meaning of the sentence -

the first line was, "I can't X"

and the next line was, "You actually Xed me, I'm still young, huh."

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "Madam, I can do it, I can do it!"