Li Ran was stunned as he saw that many curses in his Dantian had been reduced.

He held the bottle of Huiling Pill he bought from Hua Yun Pharmacy, and couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart!

Since he was cursed by a monster in the trial place last time, his status in the sect has plummeted. He was only a second-level cultivator without many spiritual stones. He thought that his life would be wasted like this, but he didn't expect it to be useful.

Li Ran never thought that a rumor could change his life. He held the jade bottle and contacted his friends directly and quickly, wanting to stock up before the Huiling Pill became famous.

But he underestimated the speed of news transmission. He had just recovered, and the news that the Huiling Pill from Hua Yun's store had miraculous effects spread quickly like wings.

Li Ran didn't give up. He went to Huayun Pharmacy with his friends the next morning, but found that the door was already blocked by a crowd of people.

"Open the door!" An excited voice sounded, and the crowd waiting outside the door immediately became agitated. Under the stunned eyes of the clan uncle, they rushed in like crazy.

"Shopkeeper, I want four bottles of first-level Huiling Pills!" Li Ran was squeezed to the front, and met the eyes of the clan uncle and shouted.

The clan uncle, a lion beastman, was almost scared by his desperate posture.

But before the uncle could say anything, the crowd exploded, "Damn it, there are only eleven bottles in total and you want four bottles. Aren't you afraid of being killed when you go out?"

"Boss, I can offer a higher price. I want three bottles!"

Noisy voices rang out all of a sudden. The uncle could not bear it anymore. The powerful lion beastman's pressure dissipated, "Shut up!"

After he shouted, no one dared to speak.

When the clan uncle was about to say whoever came first would be the one to sell to, Uncle Chen, who was in charge of the overall plan, suddenly walked in from outside the store, scanned the crowd with his eyes, squinted his eyes and smiled gently, "The number of pills is insufficient, and the purchase is limited. Each person can buy at most one,

and one is five pieces of low-grade spirit stones. There are only sixty left." As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful tiger beastman's pressure dissipated, and the faces of the monks changed immediately, especially Li Ran, who was squeezed in the front. Facing the smiling Uncle Chen, he trembled and couldn't speak at all. He was completely different from the person who just roared in front of the clan uncle.

"One, one first-level soul-restoring pill." Li Ran took out five pieces of low-grade spirit stones, very weak.

The people at the back also quieted down. After all, an orc who could own a shop in the market was not so easy to mess with.

When the pills were sold out, those who didn't buy any were unwilling to give up, and on the other hand, they spread the news because they thought that if I couldn't buy any, you wouldn't be able to buy any in the future.

The ones who made the most money were Uncle Zong and Uncle Chen, who closed their shops and started to count the spirit stones happily.

"Calculate how much you made?" Aunt Yun has been in much better spirits recently. The Ningxue Pill sent by Mu Wanwan has had a great effect on the witchcraft curse in her body. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes have decreased a lot, and she seems to have become herself ten years ago again. She even speaks to Uncle Zong in a coquettish manner.

"We'll make a lot more money later. According to the price we gave Xiao Qian before, we have to give her another seven middle-grade spirit stones." Uncle Chen's mind became brighter.

Aunt Yun smiled, "That girl will definitely be very happy. It's our luck that we can meet her here."

Uncle Chen nodded, "But her identity, did you really never doubt it?"

Aunt Hua on the side glared at her husband fiercely, "Why are you talking about this when there's nothing to do."

Uncle Zong laughed heartily, "What do you think?"

Uncle Chen sighed, "It's good that you know it in your heart. Her enemies are too powerful. It's good that nothing happened now. Who knows how long this peaceful life can last." Uncle

Zong patted his shoulder, "We'll talk about it when the time comes. Although your sister Yun and I can't protect her husband, But it is not impossible to really protect her."

Aunt Yun smiled at the sisters' worried eyes, "Don't worry, if something really happens, we can't guarantee anything else, but we will definitely protect her. We are so old, and we probably won't be able to have our own children in this lifetime. If we could have a daughter, she might be about the same age as her." Aunt

Hua sighed and smiled. In fact, she was not worried that anything would happen to Mu Wanwan. After all, she could cultivate spiritual plants and refine elixirs. Even if Ao Qin, who was in power at the time, really wanted to kill Jun Shang, it would not involve her. Moreover

, as long as they did a good job of the aftermath, she would be fine for the time being. As for her husband, they really couldn't help her.

It was getting dark. Mu Wanwan, who was protected without knowing it, and Mr. Long, who might not be protected, were sitting in the room looking at each other.

The atmosphere in the room was very subtle. Both of them were a little entangled.

The entanglement was nothing else but the problem of sleeping at night.

To be honest, monks don’t need to sleep all the time, and there is only one room and one bed in the palace.

Both of them had washed up. Mr. Long sat on the bed and glanced at Mu Wanwan who was pretending to play with Mengmeng. Many thoughts ran through his mind -

he was unconscious before, and tonight was the first night he woke up. Does that mean that tonight is actually their wedding night?

She was always soft, he knew.

However, he thought it would be better to be indifferent when she had no feelings for him, so that if something happened to him, she would not be sad.

Long's heart was about to be twisted to death, and he felt particularly wronged. He was silent and didn't know what to say. Mu Wanwan spoke first, "Your Majesty..."

She wanted to say, "Do you mind sleeping with me tonight?"

But as soon as she said it, she said, "We only have one bed, otherwise, I will go to the study to make pills tonight." After

saying this, Mu Wanwan wanted to bang her head against the wall, but she was still looking forward to Mr. Long's answer.

After hearing her words, Mr. Long's dark eyes flashed with disappointment, his eyelashes brushed twice like a cattail leaf fan, and he pulled the corners of his lips, but said nothing.

Mu Wanwan glanced at his lowered head, weighing her tone, thinking that as long as he said he didn't mind, she would not leave. She held on to a glimmer of hope that he would hold her back. "My Lord, am I really leaving then? Can you really do it alone?"

Was he going to try to be brave and crawl onto the bed with his crippled legs again? Mu Wanwan felt distressed and angry.

Mr. Long felt stabbed in the chest, his hands clenched and unclenched, his voice hoarse, and cold like snow on a cold night, "No problem."

This time, Mu Wanwan looked at his drooping ears. Even though she knew he had a problem of saying one thing and thinking another, she was still very angry.

She decided to leave this dragon alone, and according to the plan, she was going to try to refine the second-level elixir tonight.

Mu Wanwan did not stay any longer. She glanced at the sleepy Mengmeng, and did not have the heart to pick up Feichu to accompany her, so she went to the side hall alone.

Mr. Long looked at the closed door, slowly blinked his slightly sour eyes, reached out and touched the fox fur she covered his knees, and gently closed his eyes -

this is good, if she is by his side, he will definitely not be able to control himself, this is good.

Very good.

The oil lamp in the room gradually burned out, and the room fell into darkness. There was a tingling sensation in his calf, but Mr. Long did not seem to notice it. He sat quietly in the wheelchair, motionless.

About two hours later, Mu Wanwan, who had finally successfully refined three second-level Huiling Pills, rubbed her shoulders and glanced at the dark sky outside. She finally softened her heart.

She really was, knowing that the dragon was so awkward, why did she compete with him?

And why couldn't she sleep on the bed, could the dragon do anything to her? Mu Wanwan didn't know where her confidence came from, but when she thought about how careful he was when he pretended to sleep before, and the same in the afternoon, she felt that she was not afraid.

So, she slowly returned to the room.

The door was gently pushed open, and Mu Wanwan walked in carefully. The room was pitch black. Although she had advanced, she could only see a few things, but the dragon's movements were too obvious.

He maintained the same posture as Mu Wanwan when he was walking, but his ears suddenly stood up with a large amplitude.

Mu Wanwan had a hint of smile on her lips, and she wanted to walk inside in the dark. Her toes touched something she didn't notice, and she screamed and almost fell.

The next second, a beam of warm light suddenly lit up in the room, and another oil lamp was lit. Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long's fingers moving slightly.

He pursed his purple lips, pulled the fox fur with one hand, and looked at her impatiently with his slightly moist narrow and long phoenix eyes, "Noisy."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She saw the tears in the corners of his eyes. Could this Long be any more awkward?

She felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. She thought that maybe she meant more to Mr. Long than she thought.

"I'm cold." Mu Wanwan's heart warmed up. She felt a little awkward, but she still suppressed her shame and said something that she would never say normally. It was so stiff that it couldn't even be called coquettish.

Mr. Long glanced at her in a nonchalant manner, his body was chilled, his nose was a little red, and he slowly turned his wheelchair, looking like he could do nothing about you. His voice was as cold as a spring, and he seemed to be suppressing his expectation, "Come in and sleep."

The smile on Mu Wanwan's lips was about to burst. She squinted her eyes, walked to his side, and said in a cheerful tone, "Your Majesty, you are so kind."

Mr. Long felt that he was really mean. When he saw her smile, it ignited the fire in his heart.

Obviously, his existence was a burden to her, but when he saw how beautiful she was, like a shining star in his life, he couldn't help but want to lock her by his side.

He wanted to scare her and let her go, but he also wanted her to call him husband and smile at him. He

wanted to get well and leave her, but he also wanted to tie her up and ask her who put her in the pendant.

But he couldn't bear to do it. He really

couldn't bear to do it.

"Your Majesty." Mu bent over to make the bed, and looked back at Chou Long, who had a look of "I don't have any feelings" on his face. He felt helpless, "Shall I help you get on the bed?"

She had already started to get more aggressive, and she didn't even call him "you".

Mr. Long did not react to the change of address, but just fluttered his eyelashes. His strange self-esteem suddenly took over. He was afraid that his legs would dirty the quilt, and he did not want to waste spirit stones or lose the dragon. He only glanced at the soft bed and said coldly, "I'm not sleepy."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

This "not sleepy" is exactly the same as Mr. Xiaolong's "not hungry", but she knew that once this dragon made a decision, ten dragons could not pull it back.

She sat on the bed, as if she had tasted the sweetness of her dry coquettishness just now, and she had an idea, "But I can't sleep if you sit here."