Mu Wanwan recited softly, half guessing, half guessing, with a smile on her lips and curved eyebrows.

The light was on in the study, warm and cozy, and Mr. Long only saw that there seemed to be golden stars in her eyes, and that smile immediately touched his heart.

Madam usually didn't smile much, because there was no need. After all, life was not a very easy thing for her, except that she would smile occasionally when playing with the bad guy. He woke up for a short time, usually at night, and basically he didn't see her smile.

When she smiled, all the shame and embarrassment in Mr. Long's heart were like reverse hair, and were immediately smoothed by her smile, and he was extremely obedient.

Mr. Long's dark eyes lit up slightly, with tiny bits of joy falling. He gently felt the dry feeling on his tail, and for some reason, he quietly twitched his tail slightly, swinging it left and right twice.

If only the tip of his tail was still there, Mr. Long thought, the tip of his tail was also furry, she would definitely like it.

Unfortunately...

He lowered his eyelids slightly, and now there.

Only the ugly and broken broken tail that had just grown flesh and blood was left.

...

Mu Wanwan smiled for a while, carefully rolled up the parchment, and prepared to take it back to the room to keep it.

She thought Mr. Long was so funny. Wasn't this something written a long time ago? The handwriting was ugly, but the content made her laugh.

Although it was just a short line of words, she seemed to see Mr. Long's appearance.

Mu Wanwan did not delay for too long. She took a pen and paper and left the study.

The weather was getting colder. Mu Wanwan finished her work, took a bath, and moved the cages of the spirit chickens to the kitchen. It was getting colder outside. They grow slowly and are prone to getting sick outside.

Mengmeng was still raised in the house, enjoying the same treatment as Mr. Long.

After cultivating a lot of spirit plants, it was already late at night.

Mu Wanwan added a little lamp oil, took out the paper and pen she brought back during the day, and began to record some experiences of failed alchemy.

Mengmeng tried to accompany her at first, and used its furry body to warm her arms, but later she became more and more sleepy, and her little head was falling asleep. Mu Wanwan couldn't bear it anymore, and after recording another message, she was about to turn around and call Mengmeng, but she found that it had fallen asleep on her arm.

The increasingly fat body was furry and warm, and the cute Mu Wanwan's heart almost melted. She carefully held Mengmeng in her hands, put Maoqiu into its nest, and covered it with a small blanket.

Mu Wanwan did all this naturally and prepared to sleep. She stretched her waist, turned her back to Mr. Long, and took off her clothes after stretching. She was only wearing a thin undershirt. When she was about to turn off the lights, she felt something was wrong.

Oops, she forgot that Mr. Long was awake in the middle of the night!

Was she too self-indulgent when she was stretching just now, and she even took off her clothes with the light on...

Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot, and she felt very ashamed, and her movements became much slower.

She already knew his feelings for her, and she was not a saint, so how could she be free of thoughts? She still wanted to maintain her image as a cold and aloof fairy in Mr. Long's heart.

Mu Wanwan climbed onto the bed slowly, lifted the quilt, and quickly buried herself, pinching the corners of the quilt with both hands. After thinking for a while, she poked her head out slightly and glanced in his direction. It was late at night and the room was very dark.

However, her night vision ability has improved a lot compared to before. Looking at him like this, he is no longer the blurry silhouette as before. His long hair is scattered on the pillow, covered with curse patterns, but you can still see the curve of his profile, which is broken and incomplete.

Looking at it this way, it is really a bit scary.

Mu Wanwan didn't think so. She has been looking at this face for a long time.

Mu Wanwan whispered, "Mr. Long...good night."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and prepared to go to sleep.

In fact, she has gradually figured out Long's routine. Although there are still many unfamiliarities, but in her heart, he is no longer the cruel and indifferent image that people say outside. Even his cautiousness and childish words in the past few nights made her feel very relieved.

Mu Wanwan even thought that he would not hurt herself, and even if she really slept next to Mr. Long who was awake, there would be no problem.

She knew she shouldn't think like this, it was too careless!

But she always thought, how could Mr. Long, who was so kind when he was a child, be called a tyrant by others? The original text did not describe Mr. Long's specific deeds, but just labeled him as cruel and bloodthirsty.

If misunderstood, Mr. Long is really a pitiful dragon.

She is now his wife in name, and he has done nothing wrong to her. If she is on guard against him, will he be sad?

Mu Wanwan didn't know what she was thinking about. Refining the elixir during the day took up too much of her energy. This time, she really fell asleep.

Mr. Long woke up as usual. The pronucleus in his body was almost connected successfully. In about half a month, he would be able to recover 50% of his strength.

Mr. Long sat up gently, and with his bony hands he gently lifted her long hair that was blocking her forehead, and slowly smoothed out the wrinkles between her brows that were twisted because of her constant failures. The slightly hot body temperature made Mu Wanwan shudder uncomfortably.

He scanned the things that his wife had recorded on the table with his mind, and raised the corners of his lips.

Refining pills is not just about melting all the materials and putting them together. Although he is not very good at refining pills, he also knows some simple steps.

In a plant, there are the most essential parts and the parts that contain a lot of impurities. When melting, it is necessary to remove the parts that are obviously interfering. Then, when fusing, it is also necessary to carefully feel the minute impurities in different spiritual plants.

So...

Mr. Long was a little troubled. How could he tell his wife what he knew?

Long thought for a long time and came up with a plan.

So when Mu Wanwan woke up early the next morning, she found several corpses of spiritual plants on her desk! Corpses!

She woke up completely with a heartache.

None of the Huiling Fruit Bellflower and the Cleansing Flower escaped, but why was there still a corpse of Ningxue that had not bloomed!

She was about to cry. She looked at the neatly arranged spiritual plants on the table in a daze, and saw that they were torn into several parts. Her hands were shaking -

these were at least three or four low-grade spiritual stones. QAQ

Mu Wanwan didn't care about the little thought of "Would it be embarrassing if Mr. Long woke up and saw her disheveled appearance?" She got up in a hurry, without even having time to put on her clothes, and immediately sent in wood-type spiritual power to see if there was any way to save the situation.

But...

it was too late. The buds of Ningxue had withered, and the petals of Qingyu Flower had turned yellow.

Mu Wanwan was also withered. Four pieces of low-grade spiritual stones could buy half a pound of second-level spiritual ox bones to make soup.

She patted her cheeks and put on her clothes. She didn't even dare to look at the remains on the table. After finishing the necessary work in the morning, cleaning and feeding, she felt that she had calmed down a little.

She finally noticed the plant on the table that had been torn into several pieces. The cuts were precise and although not neat, they seemed to have been deliberately torn into irregular shapes, including in Mengmeng's nest. There were also several leaves placed there, one for each plant, as if they were afraid of missing any.

When Mu Wanwan first woke up, she did think it was Mengmeng who did it, but now after a closer look, it seems that it was not Mengmeng who bit it off?

Mengmeng also recovered her spirit, shook off the leaves entangled on her body, jumped to the side of Mu Wanwan, blinked her big, cute eyes, and emitted sonic attacks, "Chirp, chirp~"

It tilted its little head, as if to say -

Mengmeng is so cute, how can you doubt Mengmeng, it must not be Chirp who did it!

Mu Wanwan silently withdrew her suspicious gaze, and felt that she really shouldn't have done that. Mengmeng was indeed very well-behaved and would never secretly destroy spiritual plants.

She had worried about this problem before, but Mengmeng was very well-behaved. She would at most pluck two handfuls of leaves from the seedlings to satisfy herself, and generally would not destroy spiritual plants.

If it wasn't Mengmeng, then...

Mu Wanwan smiled as her eyes moved to a certain dragon face that was pretending to be very honest .

If it wasn't Jiu, then it must be a dragon. Could it be a spiritual chick?

But why did Mr. Long take apart the spiritual plants and put them on the table like this?

Demonstration? No, no, that's impossible. Bored

and want to play with grass? Hmm... would Mr. Long have this hobby?

Mu Wanwan thought of Mr. Dragon who was silently rubbing wood in his "home" in the dark alley, and her heart ached. He didn't like to play these games. Most of the time, he just sat there in a daze and waited for the dragon eggs to hatch.

The sadness washed away the anger in her heart because of the loss of the spiritual plant. Mu Wanwan glanced at the records she spread out on the table, and then looked at the plants that were broken into many pieces. She began to think hard -

Mr. Dragon would do this, there must be a reason, is he trying to remind her of something?

What?

She was thinking, and Mengmeng was thinking too. Mengmeng was a smart little bird. In the morning, she found that there was grass in her fragrant nest. Mengmeng was scared at the time. When she saw the messy grass on the table, Mengmeng reacted.

It's a dragon, it must be a bad dragon, and it wants Jiu to carry the black pot and be greedy.

But the dragon would never have thought that not only did he not let Meng Meng carry the black pot, but he also gave it a lot of snacks!

"Jiu!" Meng Meng patted Mu Wanwan's arm, pointed her little wings at the plants on the table, and chirped twice to indicate that she wanted to eat.

Mu Wanwan was worried and didn't notice Meng Meng. When she came to her senses, Meng Meng was already chewing on the flower bud of Ningxue.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"Jiu~"

Delicious! Meng Meng chirped with satisfaction, and after chewing the whole flower bud of Ningxue, she thought about it, and ran to peck open the skin of the Huiling fruit and eat the flesh.

Mu Wanwan: “…”

She could hardly hold back and wanted to beat up both Jiu and Long. “Meng Meng!”

Mao Jiu heard her voice, innocently turned around with his chubby little body, and looked at her for several times.

Mu Wanwan simply lost her temper, “Okay, I’ll give it all to you.”

She sat on the stool, watching Meng Meng finish chewing the flesh of the Huiling fruit, leaving the peel and core, and then chewing the heart of the Qingyu flower, and then he turned over and lay on the table with his little belly as if he was full, and burped several times.

Mu Wanwan was simply speechless. She picked up the specially separated rhizome of Ningxue and handed it to Mengmeng’s mouth. Mengmeng took a bite and didn’t want to eat it anymore.

She almost laughed out of anger, and took another leaf of Ningxue, and passed it to Big Brother Ju's mouth. This time, Big Brother Ju simply turned his head away in disgust, not even wanting to look at Ningxue's leaf.

Mu Wanwan almost doubted Ningxue's leaves. They all grew from the same plant, so why were they treated so differently from petals?

She pinched Mengmeng's little belly in anger, making it cry. Looking at Mengmeng's wolfish appearance, she suddenly had an idea -

could it be that not every part of a spiritual plant can be used to make pills?

Her heart moved, and she stared closely at the spiritual plants on the table, and found that Ningxue was divided into three parts: flowers, rhizomes, and leaves.

According to Meng Meng's attitude just now, it is estimated that Ningxue's flowers are the best, the rhizomes have impurities, and the leaves are useless.

Yes, impurities!

Mu Wanwan suddenly figured it out. Mr. Long took apart the spiritual plant just to tell her that not every part of a plant can be used.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan immediately took notes. She first wrote down the useful parts of Ningxue, and marked the rhizomes with "to be tested".

Then she observed the Huiling Fruit again, took the parts separated by Mr. Long and tried them in Mengmeng's mouth one by one, and finally wrote down -

"Huiling Fruit: The flesh can be used, the rhizome and leaves seem to have impurities, and the peel and core cannot be used." "

Centilla: The rhizome at the bottom cannot be used."

"Clearing silt flower: The center of the flower can be used, the rhizome and leaves have impurities, and the petals cannot be used."

When everything was recorded, Mengmeng was already a useless chirp, covering her eyes with her little wings and pretending to be dead. After

Mu Wanwan finished writing, she couldn't wait to try it. Seeing Mengmeng's look, she couldn't help laughing twice and touched its head.

She was in a good mood, and her cheeks were hot. I guess Mr. Long wanted to remind her that she still needed to pay attention to these problems when refining the elixir?

How could he know what she was worried about? Did he see the things she wrote down when he woke up at night? Did he always care about her?

Thinking about it this way, Mr. Long seemed to be really good to her.

Although he hid some things from her, he still made her feel safe and warm.

There is an indescribable feeling in my heart, like eating a piece of cotton candy, just a tiny piece, like a floating cloud, it melts in the mouth, although it is just a tiny bit, it is sweet and light.

Mu Wanwan's cheeks turned slightly red, and after thinking for a while, she picked up the pen and slowly wrote a line of elegant small characters next to the three records in a smaller font than before -

"Mr. Long, you are really a good dragon."

The author has something to say: Mu Wanwan: "You are a good dragon."

Mr. Long: "???"

Good dragon card, so sad and real QAQ