Mu Wanwan thought Ao Qin might have tricked her, but when she was brought back to the bedroom by Fu Liu with her chest covered and aching, she was still a little surprised to see two boxes in the yard.

"Madam is so lucky, this box is spiritual medicine, and the other box is spiritual fruit and spiritual rice." Fu Liu looked at the pale and thin Mu Wanwan with disgust, and reluctantly took out a small bag from his pocket and handed it to Mu Wanwan.

"Madam, please take good care of the Lord in this yard. If he needs anything on weekdays, just remember that you can go to the market once every ten days." Fu Liu said, "The monthly allowance is one medium-grade spirit stone and three silver coins, which you receive in the middle of the month. You will have to prepare meals and other things in the future."

Fu Liu said, "I hope madam will take good care of the Lord. I'll leave first."

After Fu Liu left, the yard became quiet. Mu Wanwan shook the heavy small bag, opened it and almost laughed out of anger -

it did not contain medium-grade spirit stones with rich spiritual power, but ten low-grade spirit stones.

In the original body's memory, if a middle-grade spirit stone was exchanged, it could at least be exchanged for fifteen low-grade spirit stones. There were only ten in here. If Fu Liu didn't embezzle them, she would chop off her head and kick it like a ball.

Mu Wanwan just felt annoyed, her chest was burning, and her throat was fishy and sweet. She covered her mouth with her hands, and then opened her hands, which were covered with scattered bloodstains.

"Huh."

Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's useless to be angry.

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and continued to look at the things in the bag. In addition to ten low-grade spirit stones, there were only three silver coins.

This monthly allowance is really small.

In the original body's memory, the exchange rate of a medium-grade spirit stone to a low-grade spirit stone was about 1:18. If it was taken to the black market, the price could be higher, and a low-grade spirit stone could generally be exchanged for one gold coin.

One gold coin could be exchanged for ten silver coins, and one silver coin could be exchanged for ten copper coins. The purchasing power of a copper coin is about the same as a modern dollar. So, the original monthly salary was about 2,000 yuan. After Fu Liu swallowed it, there was only more than 1,000 yuan left. This

more than 1,000 yuan was used to support two people.

Moreover, spiritual stones are needed for cultivation. Although the original body only has weak wood-type abilities, before he came out, he had to absorb two or three low-grade spiritual stones a month to strengthen the wood-type spiritual energy in his dantian.

Mu Wanwan was very worried. With a glimmer of hope, he opened the box containing spiritual medicine. There was only a young old ginseng and ten yellow fruits that looked wilted. According to the original body's shallow memory of plants, this kind of fruit is called Baizhen Fruit. It is of the second grade and is used to nourish the body. One fruit is worth about five low-grade spiritual stones.

In addition, there are several small porcelain bottles. Mu Wanwan opened them and smelled them. They are filled with external injury medicine, and the grade is also ordinary.

In the other box was a bag of magical rice and a bag of unknown seeds, nothing else.

Mu Wanwan sighed sadly, looked at the gradually darkening sky, and didn't expect Bai Shuiyao, who was determined to escape, to come back to help her, so she moved the two boxes from the yard into the room.

Mr. Long was still paralyzed in the bed, in the same posture as when she left in the morning. The smell in the room was even worse because the door had not been opened for nearly a day. But the moment she saw him, Mu Wanwan felt much more at ease.

According to the original plot, she would be stabbed to death by Ao Qin tonight, but now, although she was suppressed by Ao Qin's spiritual power, she only suffered some minor injuries, and also got a monthly allowance and spiritual medicine, which was not much but could be used if she was careful. It was worth it anyway.

Mu Wanwan thought, and slowly relaxed her brows in front of Mr. Long's evil face covered with black and red lines.

In the original body's memory, the tyrant's bedroom was not small. In addition to the main hall for rest, there was also a side hall with a yard, a kitchen and a bathroom, but Mr. Long usually didn't use them much.

Mu Wanwan followed her memory and found the small kitchen in the side hall. She was delighted to find a bag of rice for the servants, so she mixed it with a handful of spiritual rice and cooked half a pot of porridge.

While waiting for the porridge, she was not idle. She fetched water and wiped the other half of the jade bed.

After doing all this, Mu Wanwan was so tired that she couldn't lift her fingers. It was completely dark, and Bai Shuiyao still didn't appear in the bedroom. She didn't know whether she escaped according to the original plan or gave up running. But she was not worried about what would happen to Bai Shuiyao. After all, Bai Shuiyao had the halo of the heroine, and she would not die no matter what she did.

Mu Wanwan forced herself to serve the porridge and drank a bowl of it first. Although it only contained a handful of spiritual rice, she felt her stomach was much more comfortable after drinking it. She felt warm and regained some strength.

She rested for a while, turned on the light, and then moved a stool and sat down in front of the tyrant's bed with a bowl of porridge.

Under the dim light, Mr. Long's scary face seemed to be a little softer.

His face was still very pale and his lips were still pursed, but he didn't know if it was because of the porridge he had in the morning, but he didn't look so dry anymore. The bruises were still there. Mu Wanwan gently pinched his chin and fed him porridge spoonful by spoonful. She

didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that Mr. Long swallowed much faster at night than in the morning.

Even so, a lot of porridge still overflowed from his mouth, leaving ambiguous traces of water along his chin.

Mu Wanwan subconsciously stretched out her fingers to brush across his well-shaped chin, wiped off the soup, and said to herself, "Fortunately you were asleep, this should be considered your black history." Mu Wanwan

did not notice that Long's eyelashes were trembling slightly. She felt a little funny and a little sad as she spoke, and said softly, "Come to think of it, I don't even know your name... Why don't I call you Mr. Long from now on, and we can be considered to be dependent on each other."

Her eyes were a little red . , her voice was a little choked, "When you wake up in the future, for the sake of how good I have been to you..."

Mu Wanwan couldn't continue talking and wiped her tears shamefully, "I really... What am I talking to a plant dragon."

She sorted out her bad mood, and didn't know if it was because the room was too deserted or she was too lonely, she began to mutter again, "Mr. Long, I will treat your wound later and apply some medicine. It will probably hurt."

"Mr. Long, we have very little money, and we may be hungry in the future..."

Her voice was very soft, and every word she said was about the future of the two of them, like rolling hot magma, flowing along his eardrums, and little by little into his cold heart full of thorns.

The author has something to say: Mr. Long: "I'm awake."

Mr. Long: "I'm not awake.

" Mr. Long: "I should be awake."

Mr. Long: "I don't seem to be awake."

Mu Wanwan squinted helplessly: "Are you awake or not?"