Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Mu Wanwan had been with a certain dragon in a sober state for three or four days.

After she thoroughly understood that Mr. Long was such an awkward dragon, she now had a new understanding of how to get along with him.

A new day started with greeting the awkward dragon.

"Mr. Long, good morning~"

got a cold nod.

"Mr. Long, do you want to change the flavor of spiritual fruit to eat today?"

In return, a hoarse "whatever."

"Mr. Long, your scales are dried and I put them away."

This time the dragon was a little embarrassed, and the keeper Mu Wanwan got a pair of shy trembling ears.

"Mr. Long, the sun is out outside."

Mu Wanwan glanced outside. The sunlight shone through the clouds into the clean yard, looking warm. She stopped tidying up Mengmeng and said to Long, who was sitting in a wheelchair doing something unknown, "Let me push you outside to get some sun."

"I remember when I first met you, I was thinking that it would be great if I could save enough money to buy a wheelchair one day." Mu Wanwan didn't wait for his response. She walked straight to him and pushed Long outside.

The wind was not strong today, and the snow in the yard had melted a lot. Mu Wanwan brought the spirit chicken and Meng Meng out to sunbathe, and some of the latest spirit plants were also stretching their branches and leaves in the sun.

Long tilted his head slightly, holding the last piece of medium-grade spirit stone that she had just stuffed into his hand, looking at the blue sky surrounded by the yard, his heart was burning -

his spirit power had almost recovered. He didn't know if it was because she fed him well or something else in the past two days, the curse on his body was reduced a little, and his strength was restored to 50% of the previous level. According to his previous plan, he should leave.

He pretended to be indifferent and glanced at Mu Wanwan who moved a small stool and sat beside him. His deep black eyes were illuminated by the sunlight like light ink-colored glass. She raised her head slightly and could see that his eyelashes were stained with golden light. The fine hairs on Mr. Long's handsome and pale face were all golden, and the curse patterns on his face seemed to be much dimmer.

What an ugly dragon, he is obviously very handsome.

Mu Wanwan was impressed by his handsomeness again, and she looked away uncomfortably. She thought of something and took out a small Qiankun bag from her pocket. Without asking his opinion, she stuffed the bag into his hand. When she touched his warm fingertips, she quickly withdrew her hand.

Mu Wanwan lowered her head slightly, staring at Maoqiu who was trying hard to be cute not far away, but said with concern for Long: "Mr. Long, I saved it for a few days, maybe you can use it."

After that night, although Mr. Long was still very nervous during the day, he gradually returned to his previous state. Mu Wanwan saw that his legs were getting better little by little. Since yesterday, he could climb up the bed by his own strength.

He was getting better, and Mu Wanwan could feel that in the novel she read at the time, the plot was shortly after Mr. Long woke up. Although she didn't know the plot later, Long must have endured a lot.

Since he was so honest and secretly held her hand these past few nights, she didn't bother with this weird dragon, and prepared more pills for him, hoping that he would recover soon.

She had been working very hard to refine pills these past few days, so he would have to say something else, right?

Mu Wanwan lowered her head to look at her feet in cotton shoes, and secretly glanced at Long's pair of cloth slippers, thinking that she should buy him another pair of shoes before going out soon.

She waited for Long to speak, but Long's heart was already boiling when he opened the Qiankun bag -

there were not many things in it, only two small jade bottles.

One bottle is the second-level Huiling Pill that Mu Wanwan finally refined, and the other bottle is the second-level Ningxue Pill that she spent a long time to make.

There are not many Huiling Pills, only six, and Ningxue Pills are even fewer, only three.

But.

Mr. Long's eyes are dark, with inexplicable emotions hidden in them, and the gentle sunlight is swirling -

she has worked hard to refine for a long time, and her eyes are all blue and black.

A third-level cultivator, tired like a mortal, he lies beside her, and can feel the fatigue of her soul every night.

It's all, it's all for him.

Mr. Long put away his bag, looked at her hair hanging down at her temples, looked at her fair cheeks with a hint of blush, and listened to her whispering with hope, "I'll be able to go out soon. This time I want to buy something else to make. Will Your Majesty like something sweet?" His

heart, which had been dark and gloomy, seemed to be illuminated by her and filled with warmth.

He also wanted to do something for her.

After putting away the Qiankun bag, Mr. Long's face was slightly warm, and he opened his thin lips slightly, holding her name between his lips. After struggling for a long time, he blushed and said aloud, "Wan Wan." There

was a cold voice in her ears, but Mu Wan Wan seemed to have heard something incredible. She widened her eyes, her ears were burning, and she turned her head to meet Mr. Long's paralyzed face.

"Thank you." Mr. Long finally dared to look her in the eyes. Although there was not much emotion in his eyes, Mu Wan Wan was already very happy.

She felt so hot all over that her vision was almost blurred, her face and ears were so hot that it was unbearable. She looked at Mr. Long's lips opening and closing, heard him call her name, heard him say thank you, and felt as if she had been waiting for half a century. Maybe

she looked too playful, he couldn't help but chuckle, the corners of his lips curled up, her most familiar wrinkled brows stretched out, her black eyelashes blinked briefly, and the starlight was reflected in her eyes.

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then she quickly turned her gaze back, her face flushed, her palms grasping the hem of her skirt, she was really too embarrassed, but those little thoughts turned into a blush and a smile that could not be hidden early.

Mr. Long looked at her red ears and her unadorned black hair, and thousands of thoughts ran through his mind.

…

The time they spent together basking in the sun in the afternoon was terribly short. The heavy pressure of life was the reality. Mu Wanwan wanted to hurry up and refine more pills tomorrow.

This time she didn’t have an epiphany, and the seedlings all died again. In addition, she had to refine more pills of better quality for Mr. Long, so she worked hard for ten days, but the number of pills she refined was not much more than last time. The pills

she gave to Mr. Long were all free of impurities, and the ones she sold were those with low impurities. When she finally finished her work, she was so tired that she could hardly lift her fingers, and then she counted her gains this time -

135 first-level Huiling Pills, 13 second-level Huiling Pills, five first-level Ningxue Pills, and one second-level.

There are also some spiritual plants prepared for Aunt Yun. The money that can be earned this time is not that much.

The cold air is getting heavier, and Mu Wanwan, who has drained the spiritual power in her body, feels very uncomfortable. She puts away her things, washes up simply, and starts to rush into the house.

She holds the Qiankun bag containing the elixir in her hand, looking at the warm light on in the room, and has a very strange illusion -

why does she feel that she is the one who earns money to support the family, and Mr. Long seems to be waiting for his little wife in the lady's room...

Shaking her head, Mu Wanwan tried hard to get rid of this strange idea, entered the room, and met Mr. Long's half-closed eyes.

He was wearing baggy clothes, with his black hair spread out, half lying on the bed. When he saw her come in, he immediately turned around as if he didn't see her. Mu Wanwan took two steps inside, his ears twitched, and he simply lay down and closed his eyes.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She touched her face, closed the door, and then blew out the lights, as usual, "Your Majesty, go to sleep."

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other was very obvious at night. Mu Wanwan was very tired and had no time to think about anything else. His mind was full of how to spend the money he would earn tomorrow. Not long after lying on the bed, he felt unprecedented tiredness and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

Cultivating spiritual plants and refining pills consumes a lot of spiritual energy. She had already overdrawn it many times in order to refine more pills for Mr. Long. If Mu Wanwan was not a third-level cultivator now, it would not be as simple as being too tired to fall into a deep sleep at night.

After she fell asleep, Mr. Long slowly sat up. He felt a little pain in his legs. He used a little spiritual energy and was able to move normally.

He approached slowly, reached out and touched her head, with a tender smile on his lips.

His little wife must be exhausted.

When she looked at him, she was so shy and so happy. Could it be that she actually had other feelings for him? Mr. Long stroked the corner of her soft lips with his fingertips, and then he carefully moved forward and kissed her lightly.

She was so good that he couldn't let go. He even hoped humbly that Ao Qin would not discover the secret here. He hoped that such days could last forever.

However, the dragon that his wife always kept was a bad dragon, a very bad dragon. He wanted to go out once.

He used to like hiding things outside. Once, he even sneered and threw the jewelry and clothes that the demon tribe gave him for his future wife in that shabby place. Now, he really wanted to take them back.

There were also many spirit stones and treasures hidden there. With those things, his wife wouldn't have to work so hard.

He thought about taking her with him when he ran away, but he was too weak now. Not only would he be easily discovered by Ao Qin, but he was so arrogant before and had made so many enemies. He couldn't protect her completely outside, so it would be better for her to stay here safely for the time being.

He wanted to stay away from her, but he was too selfish. These past two days, he felt jealous every time he saw her wearing the pendant that she didn't know who gave her.

However, that day, he only revealed a little bit of his thoughts, and his terrifying eyes almost scared her to tears.

His possessiveness was so fierce that he couldn't let it show even a little bit.

Mr. Long brushed his eyelashes on Mu Wanwan's eyelids, reached out and touched her smooth cheeks, thinking that she liked him because he was weak, pitiful, and pretending to be indifferent.

If he revealed those cruel and dark thoughts, she would be scared away.

If he left her and was not by her side, maybe in the future that damn furry kid who might gain intelligence and grow up in a hundred years might replace him in her heart.

Thinking of this, Mr. Long was about to explode.

He even wanted to ignore Mu Wanwan's wishes and let her be with him forever.

He leaned close to Mu Wanwan's ear and gently held her hand, without any of the coldness he had during the day. He stroked her satin hair and said in a voice as sweet as a dragon, "Give you better." "

Wait until I come back."

He suppressed his emotions and couldn't help biting her earlobe, "Wait until I come back."