After hearing the price from Uncle Zong, Mu Wanwan wanted to back out.

Mr. Long hasn't recovered yet, and she estimated that he can only wake up for a few hours a day. It's better to let him absorb the spirit stones.

But Uncle Zong's words made her a little tempted -

"That man has a bad temper and doesn't take care of his appearance, but if your idea is good, maybe it will be much cheaper."

So Mu Wanwan followed Uncle Zong and turned several alleys to a shabby little shop. Uncle Zong told her to talk to him herself and go to the shop to find him later. After saying that, he immediately disappeared as if he was avoiding something.

Mu Wanwan knocked on the door and stood in a small shop that was filled with various materials and almost impossible to move. His nose was full of dust and some bad smells. He saw the dwarf who was called "Iron Uncle" by his uncle, holding an iron hammer in his hand.

Although monks are not afraid of extremely cold weather, Mu Wanwan rarely sees people wearing thick pants with bare upper bodies in such weather. Iron Uncle's skin is light green, and his face is not good-looking. There is a long scar from the split ear to the lip. A pair of protruding dark brown glass eyes are hidden under the drooping eyelids, making him look a little scary.

His exposed body was covered with scars of different sizes, and occasionally there was a flash of black smoke. Mu Wanwan blinked twice, and then thought she was seeing things.

"What do you want?" He raised his slightly cloudy eyes, and his voice was like a hoarse broken bellows.

"Senior." Mu Wanwan bowed to him, and before she could tell him why she came, she felt something like a sharp sword that cut through the wind, suddenly attacking her. She subconsciously wanted to dodge, but failed to dodge, and was hit directly, falling to the ground with her butt.

It didn't hurt, but Mu Wanwan was stunned for two seconds before she saw clearly that the thing that hit her was... a small iron hammer?

"I hate it most when people call me senior or Tiebo. If you have something to say, just do it now." Tiebo said. Keke laughed twice. Her pupils trembled violently. She stared at her intently. The scars on her face seemed to come alive, which was quite scary.

Mu Wanwan: “…”

She got up, picked up the small iron hammer and brushed off the dust on it, “Uncle Tie, I want to customize something that can help people walk…”

Mu Wanwan gave a brief description and said, “Because my husband’s legs may be inconvenient and his legs are a bit long, I hope the height can be adjusted.”

In fact, what Mu Wanwan wanted to say was that Mr. Long’s tail was a bit long, and a modern standard wheelchair might not be able to fit him. Just think about it, Mr. Long, who was already missing half of his tail, was pressed in the wheelchair by her with his tail rubbing against the ground. It was not a pleasant experience at all.

"Oh." Tiebo said without raising his eyelids, his knuckles shaking a little as he held the iron hammer, "A low-grade spirit stone, come back in three hours to pick it up."

"Huh?" Mu Wanwan thought she had heard wrongly, and couldn't help asking, "Tiebo, is it really a low-grade spirit stone?"

Tiebo didn't even look at her, as if he was impatient, and directly pushed her out of the store with another small hammer. Mu Wanwan fell to the ground, staring in amazement at the door that closed in front of her.

This Tiebo has a really weird temper. She thought Tiebo hated her, but who knew he only wanted a low-grade spirit stone.

Mu Wanwan stood up, looked at the gray sky, and was a little worried about the dragon and the chirp at home, so she quickened her pace to go shopping. She had promised Mr. Long that she would bring back the meat.

After confirming that the people at the door had gone far away, Tie Bo suddenly bent his back, and dropped the iron hammer that had never left his hand to the ground, smashing a huge hole in the floor. All the surrounding materials collapsed, and the room was instantly in chaos.

But he didn't care too much, his eyes trembled a little scary -

she had his breath on her, even though so many years had passed, he still hadn't forgotten the back bathed in blood.

Tie Bo covered his head, and black demonic energy slowly emanated from his body. Of the thousands of slaves back then, there might not be many who are still alive today.

As soon as Mu Wanwan entered the door, he keenly sensed the breath on her body.

Tie Bo was, after all, an old dwarf who was almost a hundred years old, so he could see through her at a glance.

She also said that she was the man's wife, and it seemed that she meant it sincerely.

Tie Bo touched the wounds on his body, and he couldn't tell whether he was grateful or hated the man. After escaping, he lived cautiously in the borderland until the man became the leader and finally lived in the sun. Even for this, he had to repay the favor.

Tie Bo sighed softly, took out the materials that he had treasured for a long time from his Qiankun bag, lifted up his heavy pants, revealing a pair of mechanical legs, and began to work deftly.

- Over there, Mu Wanwan sold the vegetables and purses, and bought some things. Seeing that it was still early, she went to Zong Shu's shop. She wanted to see if the pills she had refined had been sold.

It was near noon, and the flow of people was not large. When Mu Wanwan came in with the basket of vegetables that had been sold out, Uncle Zong was talking to a few people about business.

Coincidentally, one of them was the female cultivator who collected entrance fees at the market gate in the morning.

The female cultivator heard the footsteps and turned back to look at Mu Wanwan. This time, she didn't hide it, and her eyes were full of naked sarcasm.

The clan uncle smiled at Mu Wanwan, but before he could say hello to her, the female cultivator raised her eyebrows and said, "Boss, don't bother with irrelevant people, just pack the pills for me."

As soon as she said this, the clan uncle's face darkened. The two male cultivators next to her seemed to realize that she had a bad tone and hurriedly smiled apologetically, "Boss, Junior Sister didn't mean it, please don't be so formal." Mu Wanwan was

also very unhappy. It was really annoying. What you hate is what you get. She didn't want to cause trouble for her uncle, but he sneered, "Who are you looking down on?"

The female cultivator knew that what she said was a little inappropriate, but she was always flattered. Now she saw that her uncle was actually arguing with her for a poor casual cultivator who had just come in, and she immediately felt unhappy, "Why? I'm offering two middle-grade spirit stones for a bottle of this medicine. Don't you merchants just want to make money?"

"Oh." Uncle Zong said coldly, "We won't make money from you, now please get out of here."

"Boss, please don't." The male cultivator was anxious. He was going out to train recently. There were many dangers in the secret realm, so he wanted to buy some soul-returning pills. Today, he was attracted by the soul-returning pills displayed by Uncle Zong. He immediately determined that the quality of this soul-returning pill was definitely better than those in the previous stores. Who would have thought that the little sister who was always arrogant and rude would ruin his business.

"I won't sell it, so I won't sell it. Do you want to snatch it?" Uncle Zong roared suddenly, and a huge lion's head appeared behind him. The pressure of a high-level beastman emanated, which frightened the cultivators who wanted to say something, especially the female cultivator, whose face was flushed.

"I'll ask my master to deal with you, a savage beast!" She left with these harsh words and ran away. The two male cultivators followed her dejectedly. One of them gnashed his teeth in hatred and secretly flashed a sinister look behind the female cultivator.

Mu Wanwan was happy, but she was still a little worried. "Uncle Zong, will her master really come to trouble you?"

Uncle Zong sneered, "Her master can't beat your Uncle Chen."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She stayed in Uncle Zong's shop for a while, waiting for an hour before a customer came. He was a cultivator dressed in ordinary clothes. After haggling for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and spent one and a half middle-grade spirit stones to buy a bottle of elixir. Mu Wanwan watched Uncle Zong's business process and came to a conclusion - if

you have a big fist and medicine, you can do whatever you want! _(:з」∠)_After

taking the spiritual pill, Aunt Yun also rested and happily told Mu Wanwan that the pill she refined also had a certain effect in reducing the curse, which was better than eating the spiritual fruit directly.

Mu Wanwan felt a little relieved, and made an appointment with Uncle Zong to meet in ten days, and then prepared to go to Xianqing Pavilion to spread the news.

"Girl, wait."

When she was about to leave, Aunt Yun suddenly called her.

Mu Wanwan stopped and looked at her.

Aunt Yun smiled, with a gentle smile in her eyes, "Come, give me your hand."

Mu Wanwan didn't know what she was going to do, so she stretched out her hand. The next second, there was a tingling pain in her fingertips. Aunt Yun quickly took out a pendant from her pocket and absorbed the blood drops on her fingertips.

Aunt Yun hung the pendant for her and said, "It's just a little gadget that can hide your cultivation. I have no use for it. Take it. Don't say thank you and then say I'm angry."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

All the words in her mouth were stuck in her throat. She couldn't speak or swallow them.

Aunt Yun had a gentle expression and treated her like the director of an orphanage, which made her feel a little at a loss.

"Don't think about it. Go quickly. Uncle Tie doesn't like people to be late." Seeing Mu Wanwan standing there, Uncle Zong directly drove her away without any courtesy.

Mu Wanwan felt a little sour in her heart. She just held the pendant and nodded.

She spent two middle-grade spirit stones and three soul-returning pills to remove the curse to spread the news in Xianqing Pavilion, waiting to contact Jiuqing the next time she went out. When she went to Tie Bo to get the wheelchair and walked for a long time before finding Hongye at the entrance of the market, snowflakes were falling.

The white snowflakes, like cute feathers, fell on her face, but they were cold.

It was snowing.

Mr. Long was still wearing a thin undergarment, and the feathers on his wings were a little bald.

The light gray clouds were reflected in Mu Wanwan's eyes, dark and gloomy.

"Madam, let's go back quickly." Hongye's voice was clear, and Mu Wanwan nodded.

Mu Wanwan wore the cheap hat that she had just bought for three silver coins, got on the ox cart and started to rush home -

I don't know what Mr. Long is doing now, is he looking forward to her buying delicious food? What kind of expression would he have when he saw her take out the foldable, lightweight wheelchair made by Tie Bo that could be transformed into three sections.

She felt a little excited just thinking about it.

While Mu Wanwan was trying to hurry back, Mr. Long was playing games with Meng Meng.

To be precise, Mr. Long was "playing" with Meng Meng.

His wife was not at home, and it was a rare opportunity for him to move around without concealing, although walking was as painful as walking on needles for him.

Sitting in Mu Wanwan's special seat, Mr. Long pinched the back of Fatty's neck with one hand and supported his chin with the other, rolling it back and forth carelessly.

It was very interesting to see it fall on the mat like a little wolf and then try to get up and bite his fingers =w=

In fact, he had long been fed up with his wife's pampering of this fat chick. Meng Meng had a good foundation. Although she was just a cub, she had already shown some abilities. It was just that she didn't exercise enough and her temperament was weak. She would act coquettishly every day and compete with him for favors. It was really annoying.

Mr. Long lowered his eyelids slightly, and his slender fingers nimbly dodged Meng Meng's waves of attacks. The angry fat chick simply used its weight advantage to suddenly pounce on him and cling to his fingers, refusing to get off, and pecking at his fingertips with its tender yellow beak.

"..." Mr. Long narrowed his eyes and let him do as he pleased, then turned his wrist and spun Meng Meng around.

"Jiu..." Mengmeng felt so wronged that she was about to cry.

Why does this bad dragon always bully Jiu when Wanwan is not at home! Jiu can't stand it anymore!!

Mr. Long saw it facing him with its butt, and a fleeting smile appeared on his lips. His dark phoenix eyes seemed to glance out the window casually, and he suppressed a slightly expectant heart.

It's still early, it's still early now.

It won't be long, he just needs to take a look at the spiritual plants she planted with her own hands.

The last snow-covered bud was quietly stretching its tender leaves on the windowsill. The room was very tidy and everything was in good order.

Mr. Long sat on her stool and waited for a long time.

From dawn until the dark clouds closed, until Mengmeng was no longer angry and fell asleep tiredly leaning on the back of his hand.

When he saw snowflakes falling outside the window, drifting and fluttering, little by little, it seemed to fall into his heart -

she left in a hurry today and didn't bring an umbrella.

"Are you cold?" A somewhat cold voice suddenly sounded, but it was like melting ice and snow, with an unclear meaning.

Mengmeng was half asleep, rubbed the back of his hand, and gave a small chirp, saying, Mengmeng is not cold. A

low, hoarse laugh echoed in the room, and then it disappeared.