Mr. Long met her gaze, his eyes dimmed, and he turned his head away in a wolfish manner -

he had no way to resist her gaze.

The room fell silent again. Mu Wanwan only watched Long pursing his purple lips and trembling eyelashes. She couldn't guess what he was thinking. Seeing the increasingly obvious bloodstains on his legs, she couldn't bear it any longer.

She took her hand back, took out the wheelchair she had put away before, pressed the button, and turned it into a sitting position. Then she explained softly, "Your Majesty, this is a little gadget I got by accident before. I think it's quite interesting. Your Majesty, do you want to try it?"

Mr. Long's face was pale. Under her expectant gaze, the thoughts of "staying away" that he had built up collapsed in an instant. His heart was filled with surging joy, and his eyes were shining -

how could she have seen it by accident? She was such a thrifty person, she must have bought it specially for him.

Mr. Long's palms were sweaty with nervousness, and he couldn't even say thank you when he opened his mouth. He just nodded lightly under Mu Wanwan's slightly expectant gaze.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. She reached out to hold onto Long's arm. In order to support his weight, she was very careful, but she still inevitably touched his waist.

When her hand touched his warm and unclothed waist, both the man and the dragon froze for a moment.

Mu Wanwan could feel Mr. Long's slightly hot body temperature passing through the fabric to her palm, while Long felt that her soft fingers lit clusters of flames on his body, which formed a sharp contrast with the pain in his cursed calf, so clear and deep that he couldn't ignore it at all.

While moving, Mu Wanwan tried her best to shift her attention to the wheelchair. She felt the temperature under her hands getting higher and higher. When she finally got Mr. Long to sit in the wheelchair, the underwear he had just put on was a little loose.

Mu Wanwan was standing and could see his slightly open clothes. From her angle, she could see from his collarbone all the way down that his strong abdominal muscles were slightly bent. She quickly turned around, her voice trembling a little, "Jun, Jun, let me help you put on your clothes."

Mr. Long's cheeks were flushed alarmingly. He tugged at the clothes that had just been pulled open and said softly, "Okay."

When Mu Wanwan heard his words, she was like she had received some kind of amnesty. She quickly picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and took the brocade clothes she had bought before, "Jun, Jun, you..."

She stammered, and Long was too embarrassed to speak, but he knew what she meant, so he raised his arm indifferently.

Seeing that he was so cooperative, Mu Wanwan was a little relieved. The two of them took about a quarter of an hour to put on their clothes. Mu Wanwan half-knelt and covered his legs with the white fur coat.

Looking at his bleeding trousers and feet, she couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, let me show you your wounds..."

Mr. Long had just been touched by her in many places, and now he was weak all over. He trembled in his heart when he heard her voice. The slight pain in his feet was nothing.

And as long as he didn't move, his calves wouldn't continue to bleed. If the lady saw it, it would make her worry. And his wounds were ugly. If she saw it later, the lady might not be able to drink the soup.

So Long pursed his lips and said, "No problem."

Mu Wanwan felt a little sour in her heart -

this Long, he didn't let her take care of him right after waking up. What is he talking about? Won't it hurt to bleed?

Mu Wanwan didn't give up and asked again, "Will it hurt a lot?"

Mr. Long's lips moved, his eyebrows drooped, and his voice was cold, "No pain."

Mu Wanwan's heart suddenly became angry, thinking that if you say it doesn't hurt, then it doesn't hurt. Anyway, it's not me who is in pain. She wanted to stand up, and the pendant on her neck that Aunt Yun gave her moved. Mu Wanwan felt a

little uncomfortable and stretched out her hand to adjust the position.

Mr. Long saw that the pendant on her neck was not given by him, and his face turned pale for a moment -

it was of good quality and could hide her cultivation, and it was something she couldn't afford for the time being.

If she didn't buy it, then someone must have given it to her.

But when she went out last time, she didn't have the pendant. Someone must have given it to her when she was outside this time, right?

If it weren't for him, she would have been able to live well.

Mr. Long's heart suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his palms tightly grasped the armrests of the wheelchair. The bitterness and darkness in his heart could no longer be hidden.

Mu Wanwan stood up and inadvertently met his gloomy gaze, which he had not concealed in time. The burning emotions and fleeting fierceness in it frightened her instantly. She thought she had offended him in some way, and subconsciously took two steps back, her eyes full of grievance.

What did she do wrong? She just put some clothes on him. Why did the dragon, who was fine just now, look at her like this now? She had never done anything wrong to him. Why was he so different when he woke up from when he was asleep, so fierce and cold?

It seemed that all the sweet words he said to her in the previous nights were fake. The words "madam" and "kiss her and hug her" were probably illusions caused by her too much mental pressure. He was cold, such a proud dragon. What people

said outside was absolutely right. She shouldn't care about him.

Mu Wanwan felt more and more wronged the more she thought about it. What did this dragon rely on? Why was he like this?

Mu Wanwan subconsciously grasped the edge of her skirt with both hands, her eyes were hot, her tear glands were sore, she wanted to laugh, she wanted to say "Mr. Long, let's have dinner together."

But, in the end, she just blinked her eyelashes that were wet with tears, and her voice was hoarse and embarrassing, "Your Majesty, the soup is on the table, I, I want to go make the elixir first."

Mr. Long panicked when he saw her shocked and sad eyes. He saw her tightly grasping the edge of her skirt, her red eyes, and his mind went blank. He made her wronged, he was cruel to her.

He listened to her saying that she was going to make the elixir, looked at her a little helplessly, and saw that she turned her head away and didn't want to be with him, just wanted to walk away from him.

He was furious, and by the time he came to his senses, he had already grabbed the corner of the man's clothes.

Mu Wanwan was still angry, and before she could get over the grievance, she felt her clothes being gently tugged. She turned around impatiently, and saw the annoying dragon looking at her with an expression that was even more aggrieved than hers, then quickly retracted his hand, lowered his head without looking at her, and said in a half-voiced and muffled voice, "Let's eat together. " Mu

Wanwan: "..."

She looked at his plush ears that were about to stick to his head again. Her mood had changed from full of grievance to weird and complicated. She stared at the ears on his head and tentatively said, "Your Majesty, I'm not hungry."

Silence filled the room again. Mu Wanwan watched his ears drooping, even more terrifying than before.

Feeling better, Mu Wanwan suddenly smiled. She felt like she understood something. She blinked her tearful eyes and said, "But I still want to eat some." After

she finished speaking, she watched Long's ears gradually regain some of their curvature. She felt helpless and wanted to laugh. She didn't know how to express her current mood. She just walked over and pushed his wheelchair to the table and served him a bowl of soup.

Did he forgive her?

Mr. Long didn't know what Mu Wanwan was thinking. The jealousy in his heart had not yet gone. He felt very sad when he thought that someone he didn't know gave her something. He felt a little better when he drank the delicious spiritual beef bone soup made by his wife.

It was the first time that Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long eating by himself. He sat very straight, and his eating posture was elegant and beautiful. Like Mr. Xiaolong, he ate very slowly.

She watched him raise his ears a little with each sip of soup, and tremble from time to time, obviously looking very happy. Her heart itched, and she couldn't help asking, "My Lord, is it delicious?"

Mr. Long obviously trembled, and said insincerely, "Yeah."

He glanced at her lightly and added, "Not bad."

Mu Wanwan almost laughed out of anger. She finally understood that this dragon's temper was awkward and awkward. He would not say what he thought in his heart, and what he said could easily make people angry. No wonder he was still a single old dragon that no one wanted after more than a hundred years.

Who can stand this? If she hadn't been so reluctant to give it up after raising it for so long, she wouldn't have wanted it.

Mu Wanwan was angry and quietly competed with Mr. Long for the soup. As a result, Mr. Long saw that she seemed to like it very much, so he just drank the one in his bowl, and then sat quietly aside, watching her drink secretly with his ears shaking.

Stupid dragon, stupid dragon, stupid dragon.

How can such a small bowl of soup be enough for such a big dragon?

Mu Wanwan was originally testing the water. She was not very hungry to begin with. This time, she did not ask Mr. Long for his opinion. She just passed his hand and poured him another bowl of soup. "My Lord, I can't drink any more."

Mr. Long looked at her rosy lips and the pendant on her neck. He felt jealous and itchy. He was a little worried that she was not full, but her eyes were bright and she seemed to be looking forward to him continuing to drink. He had no choice but to fulfill her wish.

- When the man and the dragon were carefully guessing each other's thoughts and testing each other.

The human cultivator who first bought the elixir refined by Mu Wanwan came back from the sect trial. He came to thank Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong, saying that if it were not for the elixir they sold, he would probably die.

Uncle Zong didn't notice anything, but Uncle Chen, who was smiling all the time, seemed to be thinking about something.

Their shop lacked popularity and business had always been bad. There were two people in the family who were not in good health, and Xiao Qian (Mu Wanwan) seemed to be short of money. It would be great if he could use some means to increase the price of the pills.

He had been thinking about what to do these days, and today this cultivator provided a new idea. Uncle Chen smiled and sent the cultivator away. One day later, the news that "Hua Yun's medicine shop's first-level Huiling Pill is equivalent to other stores' second-level Huiling Pills and has a certain effect of reducing curses" spread among the cultivators.

What? Huiling Pill has a certain effect of reducing curses? Are you kidding?

The second-level monk Li Ran also thought so when he heard the news just now. Huiling Pill can also reduce the effect of curse? Then why do we need the Detoxification Pill, the Exorcist Pill, the Snow Condensation Pill? This bragging is not even drafted.

But he looked at the curse that had been lingering in his dantian for months, and he couldn't help but be tempted.

With the mood of just in case, just in case it works, he still secretly bought Huiling Pill from Hua Yun Pharmacy when no one was around. As a result, the curse in the body was really reduced a lot. Huiling Pill can really reduce the curse?