Mu Wanwan tucked Mr. Long's quilt, then took out the unabsorbed spiritual stone on the wheelchair, and pressed the hidden button on the side of the wheelchair according to the method taught by Tie Bo before. The wheelchair quickly turned into a rectangular silver folding object.

She put away the wheelchair, placed the spiritual stone next to Mr. Long's pillow, took out a small bottle of ointment, and applied a layer of ointment on the wound on her ankle that was scratched by Mr. Long's sharp scales.

"Jiu." Mengmeng finished chewing the pill, holding the small cushion tightly, tilting her head and acting coquettishly towards her.

Jiu was really scared and didn't want to stay alone.

Mu Wanwan took the ointment, walked over to it, and gently applied some on the scratched part of its wings. She rubbed Mengmeng's scarf, "Mengmeng is so brave!"

"Chiu~"

"Then Mengmeng, can you help me watch the big dragon in the house?" Mu Wanwan smiled. I don't know what kind of mentality she was in, but she thought Mengmeng might understand.

"Chiu!" Mengmeng shook her fur and suddenly became energetic. She turned her chubby little body and faced the direction of the ugly dragon. She chirped twice as if to express that she would definitely complete the task successfully.

Mu Wanwan was in a better mood because of its cuteness. She wanted to pick a seedling from the ones placed in the corridor in front of the door and grow it into a fruit to put next to Mengmeng. But when she went out, she saw blood all over the corridor. The seedlings that were still there had all withered and died, and the soil looked unusable. Mu

Wanwan glanced at a dragon lying unconscious on the bed, and felt very sad -

dozens of seedlings were cold.

The seedlings were cold, but the soil was unusable. She had to dig new soil.

Mu Wanwan looked around the yard. There were pools of blood and scales on the ground, and the walls and doors were stained. Snowflakes fell, and the part that had not accumulated in time turned into blood. At first glance, it was even more terrifying than a murder scene.

Fortunately, it was daytime now, and her heart was much stronger than before, otherwise she would not be able to stay calm now.

Mu Wanwan quickly calculated what to do next, boil water, wash the dragon, and make money.

She smelled the bloody smell filling her nose, heard Mengmeng coughing softly, and simply closed all the windows and doors in the room. In the past, opening the windows could provide ventilation, but now it is so cold, and there is a smell of blood outside. From time to time, some black mist rises from the scales that fell from Mr. Long. I'm afraid it's not a good thing.

Mu Wanwan frowned, held her breath, carefully avoided the scales on the ground, walked to the gate, and picked up the backpack that was broken by the air flow of the bad dragon and some scattered things -

there was nothing particularly valuable in it, only some not very expensive things, a hat she bought for herself, and some fabrics prepared to make a small quilt for Mengmeng, all of which were scrapped, stained with blood, and torn. It would be better to buy another one than to repair them.

Mu Wanwan felt a little sad. She finally earned some money and saw a pretty hat, but it was gone.

The backpack was also broken, but it was not worth much, but she could only use a bag to make it together next time she went out.

After Mu Wanwan picked up the things, she felt like she was about to suffocate. The weather was bad today, the wind was not strong, and the smell lingered.

She went to the kitchen and boiled some water first. Looking at the three spirit chickens shivering and huddled in the cage, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were fine.

While the water was boiling, Mu Wanwan took the shovel and the remaining flower pots in the Qiankun bag and prepared to dig the soil. When she got to the back of the courtyard, she discovered that there were also scattered scales of Mr. Long on the ground.

Mu Wanwan belatedly looked up at the roof, which was shining with sparkling blood.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

This dragon must have flown into the air and flipped over crazily!

She hurried to the place where she dug the soil before. It was still the same as before, without any blood from Mr. Long. Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief.

Many plants cannot be cultivated by spiritual power alone, or in other words, her current strength is not enough to make all seeds become plants out of thin air.

When Mu Wanwan was only at the first level, she could directly use spiritual power to breed burning grass seeds, but not first-level green star grass seeds. Now she is at the third level, and can breed second-level green star grass seeds, but she can't do anything about Ningxue, which is also at the second level.

Soil is a must, and naturally the more spiritual soil, the better.

Fortunately, her strength and stamina were not what they were before, so she quickly dug the soil for more than a dozen small flower pots and swept the snow around the side hall. She

temporarily put the flower pots filled with soil into a small Qiankun bag. Mu Wanwan decided to put her work place in another side hall in the future. There was also more space there, and she could clean up the area in front of the study to plant seedlings.

When she returned to the house with the boiled water, Mengmeng was almost asleep -

it tried to keep its eyes open and stare in the direction of the dragon, its little head moving little by little. When it heard the door being slowly pushed open by Mu Wanwan, it immediately shuddered and almost rolled off the small mattress in fear.

Mu Wanwan put the water in place, took a small handkerchief, wet it and squeezed it dry, then walked to Mengmeng first, wiped the blood off Jiu's head, and then forcefully stuffed the sleepy Jiu into the little nest.

Mengmeng's little belly felt very comfortable when it was touched, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep naturally, like a slightly trembling ball of fur.

Mu Wanwan calmly withdrew her hand, hung up the small handkerchief used by Jiu, took out the large handkerchief used by Long, walked to Long, and prepared to start wiping Long clean.

She carefully glanced at Mr. Long, who was lying quietly, with his brows slightly wrinkled, as if in pain, and blood on his cheeks.

Mu Wanwan whispered, "Mr. Long, I will help you clean first, I won't take advantage of you."

As she spoke, she felt something was wrong. After all, cleaning is a job that inevitably involves physical contact. It's okay that she touched Mr. Long before he woke up, but he didn't know it after all.

But now, he is conscious.

Mu Wanwan's cheeks were burned, but she still wiped his cheeks slowly.

There was not much on his long hair, which was just cleaned not long ago and was very soft.

Mu Wan frowned as she looked at the tattered light blue brocade clothes on him. She took a deep breath and after thinking for a while, she slowly took off the clothes wrapped around him.

This time, she looked at the wounds on his body and her heart trembled -

the wounds that looked like cracks were all over his chest, winding down all the way, and there were scabs on them. She didn't even know how to clean them for him. It seemed that if she moved even a little, his wounds would split open.

Mu Wanwan's hands were shaking, she was a little at a loss. She was stunned for a moment, and then she saw a scar on his chest slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood scar fell off, and a piece of medium-grade spiritual stone on the side was shattered into powder.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She suddenly felt that she was really worrying for nothing. Mr. Long had a strong self-healing ability. As long as he had enough spiritual power and elixirs, the wound would heal quickly.

Feeling better, Mu Wanwan carefully avoided some of the deep wounds on his body and wiped the whole dragon clean.

When she was about to pull off the clothes around his waist, Mu Wanwan felt a little strange and wanted to skip it -

Mr. Long was no longer a half-dragon now, and he had two long straight legs. If she could see what she couldn't see before, she would just let it go. Mu Wanwan blushed, and she pulled the quilt over to cover his waist and abdomen tightly, and focused her eyes on his legs.

The wound was similar to the upper body, but Mu Wanwan keenly discovered that in addition to the scar, Mr. Long's legs from the soles of his feet to his calves were covered with a layer of faint marks that were similar to the lines on his cheeks, but they were very shallow and could not be seen without careful observation.

Is this the curse that Mr. Long received?

His tail had been rotting before, was it because of this curse?

Would the tail of a dragon-turned-human be the same as that of a human?

Mu Wanwan slowly extended her fingers and gently touched his pale skin. Her fingertips felt slightly warm and smooth. It really felt the same as hers, but much larger.

Would there be a thin layer of webbed feet on his toes like Mr. Long's?

After Mu Wanwan cleaned Mr. Long, she looked at his feet and was a little disappointed to find that there were none. They probably disappeared when he grew bigger. She was about to cover him with the quilt, but accidentally pulled his clothes around his waist. It seemed that her hand accidentally touched something.

"!"

Mu Wanwan glanced at the bend of Mr. Long's thigh and almost saw something she shouldn't have seen. Her body temperature rose sharply, and she became hot from her ears to her cheeks. Her hands, which were originally a little cold, seemed to burn up all of a sudden and turned into hooves. She

covered the quilt for Mr. Long with an action that was not gentle. Maybe it was because the force was a bit strong. Mr. Long was pressed and his face turned pale for a moment. A slight groan came from his throat.

Mu Wanwan slapped her cheeks hard -

don't think about it, don't think about it, Mr. Long must be the same as when he was half-dragon before, there is no (嘩——).

He didn't have the half-dragon form before, how come he has it after becoming a human? This is unscientific, so he doesn't have it.

Mu Wanwan forced herself to brainwash, trying to numb herself. She didn't touch anything just now.

Even thinking so, she still felt weird in her heart. She washed her hands several times before she felt a little better.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long with a complicated expression. It seemed that the dragon really fainted. There were dark blue marks under his eyebrows due to fatigue and pain. His eyelashes were longer than Mr. Long in the dream. If it weren't for those curse marks, he would really be a very handsome dragon.

It was when he fell asleep, and it was also after he opened his eyes.

She didn't know where her thoughts drifted to. Mu Wanwan shook her head and decided not to let her imagination run wild.

She still has the burden of supporting the family. She originally thought that Mr. Long would continue to pretend to sleep, but when she came back, she found that he had woken up and had changed a little. She didn't know whether it was a good change or a bad one.

Mu Wanwan sighed, sat on the bed, looked at Meng Meng who was sleeping soundly, and took out the Qiankun bag -

what she had to do now was to clean the palace, raise dragons and chicks, and make money.

This time she went to the market of the human and dwarf tribes, and reached an agreement with her uncle and others to split the profits 70% and 30% respectively. Raw materials such as the alchemy furnace and seeds would be calculated separately at that time.

Uncle Zong always said that they took advantage, but Mu Wanwan didn't think so. If it weren't for Uncle Zong, she wouldn't have been able to use elixirs to spread the news in Xianqing Pavilion to catch Jiuqing to solve Bai Shuiyao. She would probably still be a first-level cultivator.

This time, she took a total of 15 middle-grade spirit stones from Uncle Zong, two of which were exchanged for low-grade spirit stones and various coins. She bought a lot of things with the money.

Considering that the weather was getting colder, she bought some warm stones and an extra quilt, so she didn't have to worry about the embarrassing problem of sleeping in the same quilt with Mr. Long for the time being.

Almost everything needed for the family has been bought. She also extravagantly bought some sugar, third-level spiritual rice, and half a pound of third-level spiritual cow bones. She was going to cook tonight, but now it seems that she will have to postpone it.

Fortunately, the temperature is not high now. She learned from her uncle that the Qiankun bag in her hand is of medium quality. If it is wrapped with spiritual power and stored in the Qiankun bag, it should be able to last for two days. Then there are various kinds of seeds -

she and Uncle Chen have discussed it. Mu Wanwan is now at the third level of strength. The main focus of pill refining is the first-level Huiling Pill. She can try to refine the second-level Huiling Pill. As for Ningxue Pill, the higher the level, the better.

So the seeds she brought back this time are also very complicated.

The recipe of the Huiling Pill has also changed after it was upgraded to the second level. The main material has been upgraded to the second level. In addition to the bell grass and the dredging flower, the recipe also has a spirit-raising grass.

After the pill reaches a certain level, the original level of the pill can be improved through the "spirit-raising" of the alchemist. This lavender grass has a certain effect of helping the alchemist to successfully upgrade the spirit, so it is named as the spirit-raising grass. It is also very valuable, and the price is about the same as the main material, the second-level Huiling Fruit.

Of course, the price of the second-level Huiling Pill has also increased objectively. One bottle requires three medium-grade spirit stones. This is the market price. Mu Wanwan estimated that according to the style of Zong Shu and others who directly added half of the price, if she refined it, she would probably have to sell it for four and a half medium-grade spirit stones.

She also tried hard to refine some Ningxue Dan this time, not for selling, but simply for the dragon and chick at home.

When she went to the yard today, she could still feel a trace of toxins in the air. Occasionally, some black mist would come out from the scales that fell off Mr. Long's body. Mu Wanwan had injured her ankle before.

It was a slight numbness and a pain like a needle. She estimated that it was a curse that a dragon had cast on her before.

She was in so much pain just because she was hurt a little, not to mention Mr. Long who was directly affected.

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and looked at her fair palms, but she seemed to see the image of her palms stained with Mr. Long's blood a few hours ago. That man stood stubbornly in the courtyard, using a pair of seemingly cold and ruthless eyes to prop up his domineering and cold aura. With

the corners of her lips slightly raised, Mu Wanwan calculated the time and fed him another Ningxue Pill.

"Chi~" Mengmeng fell asleep, its bald wings and silly hair moved with its little body, and it chirped a little, as if it dreamed of something delicious.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but laugh, fortunately Mengmeng was fine. She looked at the gray sky outside, swallowed another elixir, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to work.

Although the days now are full of crises, she is no longer alone.

For a better day in the future, we must work hard! The first step to a better life starts with cultivating seeds!

Mu Wanwan went to develop her career with full confidence, and Mr. Jiaolong was absorbing the spirit stones to fight against the curse that was rebounding in his body. Cute Mengmeng.

Mengmeng is really dreaming!

Jiujiu had a very "happy" dream~

In the dream, Jiujiu became very, very big, and became a super invincible, tall and mighty Jiu!

Then, Princess Wanwan appeared!

She was wearing a beautiful green dress, holding a huge pot of spiritual fruits and elixirs in her hands, all of which were Jiu's favorites, and then she smiled gently at Jiu.

Jiu was very moved, and shook the beautiful and handsome hair on his head, ready to rub Princess Wanwan's hand, and then enjoy the food she carefully prepared.

However, just when Jiu was about to get close to Princess Wanwan, an evil dragon fell from the sky. He had a ferocious horn, an evil face, cruel means, and a strong body that was taller than Jiu, and blocked Jiu and Princess Wanwan.

"Jiu--!! (Super fierce!)" Mengmeng got angry and rushed forward to knock the dragon away, but the dragon moved quickly and waved his hand, and Jiu was thrown away and hit against the wall.

"Madam." The dragon picked up the princess in front of Jiu and smiled (evilly).

"Jiu! (Jiu's bend is Jiu's!)"

The dragon was about to kiss the princess, but was interrupted and was very impatient. He pressed Mengmeng's head with one hand and turned it into a fat spinning top~

Mengmeng turned and turned, and she felt a pain on her head.

At a glance, the dragon grabbed its aho-man in his hand and gave it to the princess.

Princess Wanwan was very happy, "I like Maomao this way the most, it's furry and beautiful, thank you dear Mr. Long, I really like you!"

Then they leaned against each other, and Princess Wanwan fed the bad dragon some fruit, which hurt Chuchu so much that Fat Chuchu sat on the ground with his head covered in disappointment, crying out in accusation.

"Chuchu!"

So, after being busy for a long time, Mu Wanwan returned to the house and found that Fat Chuchu was in a low mood and even ignored her.

She thought Chuchu was not feeling well, so she put more fruits and pills next to it, and comforted it softly for a long time before Mengmeng recovered some spirits, but she was still tearful, as if she had suffered a lot of grievances.

Mu Wanwan thought Mengmeng was scared and was more patient than usual, not knowing that Maochu was just sad because of a dream!

...

Because there were many things to do, and she was also worried that Mr. Long's injuries would worsen at night, Mu Wanwan, who was already a third-level monk, did not choose to sleep to recover his spiritual and physical strength, but chose to practice.

By the way, she watched Mr. Long.

By the time Long regained consciousness, time had quietly crawled forward four days.

The heavy snow finally stopped, and outside the house was the long-awaited bright sunshine. The warm light shone in from the window that had been wiped clean, leaving spots of light on the clean ground.

The tip of his nose was not filled with the unpleasant smell of his own dirty blood, but the pleasant fragrance of snow and flowers. His body was dry and refreshing. She must have washed him.

And...

sensing a completely different feeling from other places, Mr. Long's delicate thoughts could no longer be hidden. His face turned red from the roots of his ears to his cheeks. He moved his arms and touched the rags that were awkwardly tied around his waist. Mr. Long fluttered his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw was the familiar palace. He sat up gently, and his long black hair slid down.