In the middle of the night, there was an undisguised deep emotion and suppressed love.

He kissed her lips again and again. They only planned to be apart for a few days, and he just wanted to take back some things so that she would not suffer so much. However, the dragon who was used to walking alone in the dark night became greedy and unsatisfied.

He couldn't bear to leave. He really couldn't bear to leave.

He stood up, put on the clothes she bought for him, and tied the white fur coat with his slender fingers, like an invincible general in armor. He

moved very gently and tucked in the corners of the quilt for her, just like she had done for him countless times.

On the table were Meng Meng's nest and the paper and pen she used for recording. Mr. Long spread them out slightly, wanting to leave some ink to tell her that he would be back soon. He spread out two pages, wanting to find a blank space, but he caught a glimpse of her elegant handwriting on the corner of a page -

"Mr. Long, you are really a good dragon."

A line of small words was mixed in Mu Wanwan's analysis of the impurities of the materials, which was completely different from the other content.

The narrow and long phoenix eyes slightly widened, and a flash of surprise flashed in the bottom of the eyes. A trace of panic surged in his heart, and Mr. Long's face covered with black and red lines instantly turned red.

Judging from the ink marks, it has been a while.

So

Does it mean that the lady already knows that those spiritual plants were not damaged by Mao Qiu?

His face was flushed, his heart was pounding, and countless reasonable guesses were about to make Mr. Long embarrassed to the point of burning up_(:3」∠)_She

had known it for a long time, she had known that he was awake for a long time, so did she know about what he did at night?

Junlong's face was flushed, and his big hands covered his cheeks, leaving only a pair of plush ears exposed, as if revealing the throbbing of the owner's heart, shaking back and forth.

His blood seemed to be boiling, it turned out that she knew, she knew.

But even so, she was still so gentle, completely considering his feelings, and never exposed him, but just silently, silently tolerated him.

Perhaps, all his luck in this life was spent on meeting her.

His eyes were filled with love that could not be restrained and was like a flood. A low laugh came from the dark room, and Mengmeng was awakened by fear.

He opened his big eyes, kicked his little legs, turned over nimbly, jumped onto the table, and met the golden eyes of a dragon. He was so scared that his hair stood up.

This dragon was so scary, probably crazy. On his scary face, there was a smile that Jiujiu could not understand. The smile was so scary, and his eyes were shining with gold. Ah, Jiujiu was scared to death!

"Huh." Mr. Long saw that Jiujiu was about to cry, and he quickly pinched its tender yellow beak. He was in a very good mood. He said in a hoarse voice, "Man, why are you crying?"

Mengmeng blinked at him.

Mr. Long saw that it was pitiful, and its hair was bald, which made it uglier than before, but he was still merciless. A flash of light flashed from his fingertips and touched the head of Maochiu, "Take good care of Wanwan during the days I'm away."

Mengmeng felt that the terrible dragon had stuffed a lot of things into her little head. She kicked her two thin legs and fainted.

Mr. Long curled his lips, held the pen, and wrote on the paper with a red face.

He paused for a long time after each stroke. I don't know if he was thinking about the content or thinking about how to write so that his wife would think his handwriting is not so ugly.

Ugly Long wrote her name stroke by stroke, more seriously than anything else, and when the two words fell, he couldn't help but quietly walked to the bed, kissed the corner of her lips, and licked her lips with his tongue in a very evil way.

Mu Wanwan didn't feel anything, he was almost embarrassed to death.

After hesitating for most of the night, Long finally left.

The next morning, when Mu Wanwan woke up, she habitually glanced to the side. Long, who was originally sleeping next to her, did not wait for her to greet him with half-closed eyes as usual.

There was nothing there.

Mu Wanwan originally felt a little sleepy, but now she was not sleepy at all.

Where is her Long?

After rubbing her eyes and confirming that Mr. Long was really not on the jade bed, Mu Wanwan panicked a little. She comforted herself that Mr. Long might have almost recovered and went for a walk in the yard in a wheelchair.

She hurriedly got up, only to find that the wheelchair was parked beside the bed, but the clothes and shoes she bought for Long were gone.

Where did he go?

Why didn't he tell her?

Mu Wanwan just put on a piece of clothing in a hurry and began to look for Long everywhere, but she searched the entire palace and couldn't see Mr. Long.

"Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan walked to the door in a trance, her eyes became sore -

her Long was gone.

He was nowhere to be found.

"Where have you been?" Panic spread in her heart, and Mu Wanwan walked into the house a little absent-mindedly.

She sat down at the table and wanted to talk to Meng Meng, only to find that the little fat bird had been sleeping all day, contrary to its usual behavior, and there seemed to be something under its chubby body.

"Meng Meng," Mu Wanwan called its name, pulled out the paper it was holding, and opened it with shaking hands.

There were a few lines of words written crookedly on it.

Mu Wanwan felt a little relieved, and her eyes were full of tears, so she couldn't see clearly what the evil dragon had written.

She wiped her tears and saw his ugly handwriting clearly——

"My wife Wanwan:"

"I'm going out for a while and will be back in three or five days. I will bring back gold coins and spiritual stones. Don't worry." "

Ling, don't worry, Fatty Chu."

"Husband,"

"Long, stay."

Mu Wanwan read this short letter carefully several times. When she saw that the signature was actually "Long", she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

What, Long?

My husband is Long, and he didn't even leave his name?

Speaking of which, she really didn't seem to know Mr. Long's name, but why did Mr. Long know her name?

After seeing the note he left, Mu Wanwan was no longer panicked. Her heart gradually calmed down. Looking at the two characters "Wanwan" which looked more beautiful than other characters, she felt a little more amused and worried.

Mr. Long's handwriting seems to have not improved much over the years. At most, it is a little neater. He is also a little illiterate. He even wrote the "啾" in "毛啾" twice.

But, will he really be safe when he goes out for a few days? Will he be discovered by Ao Qin? But if it is Mr. Long, it should have been a plan, right?

And when will he be well enough to move on his own, and will the curse no longer be a big deal? The pills she gave him were not enough. Her eyes glanced at the plants on the windowsill, and Mu Wanwan frowned. Why didn't he bring some spiritual fruits when he went out? Is it fun to be hungry?

Mu Wanwan seemed to have seen a certain dragon fainting on the road due to hunger.

She sighed, rubbed her head, and forced herself to cheer up. Really, she was still so worried when she went out.

Also, if he was well before, why didn't he move by himself at other times? He also let her wash his hair and hold him. He was really bad.

Recalling some of the things she had done for the "immobile" Mr. Long in the past few days, Mu Wanwan felt a little embarrassed.

However, apart from worry, she also regained some confidence.

Mr. Long is getting better now. This time he goes out, he should try to change the status quo?

Maybe she can look forward to what he will bring back when he comes back.

Cheer up, Mu Wanwan picked some spiritual fruits and placed them next to Mengmeng. She quickly packed up and prepared to go out. She had been delayed for more than an hour.

Today was the day she and Uncle Zong had agreed on, and she still had to make money.

Mu Wanwan put on her veil, closed the door to the yard, and after walking for a while, she saw Hongye waiting not far away.

"Madam, you are a little late today." Hongye was always polite, "Where are you going today?"

Mu Wanwan put the new backpack on the ox cart and smiled at her, "To the market of the human and dwarf tribes."

When Mu Wanwan was on her way, Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong were waiting anxiously.

"Why hasn't the girl come yet? Did something happen?"

"What are you talking about?" Aunt Yun glared at Uncle Zong, "Nothing can happen."

Aunt Hua was also a little worried, "I hope nothing happened. The demon tribe is getting restless."

Uncle Zong seemed to be thinking about something and slapped his thigh, "These people only know how to make some sinister schemes every day. Can't they be quiet?"

Uncle Chen shook his head, "Wait, I recently heard that the dragon tribe seems to be preparing for something. Haven't you noticed that there are fewer dragons in several markets? The only ones on the reservation list this time are Jin Yan and Bai Huan who were injured before. Those dragon alchemists seem to be busy with something."

"Logically speaking, we have spread such a big rumor this time, those dragon alchemists can't be unaware of it, and they are probably caught up by something else." Uncle Chen analyzed calmly, "Also, there are more witches and monsters entering and leaving the capital recently."

As he finished speaking, he noticed that a dark red beast pattern gradually appeared on Zong Lei's face, "Damn it, if I run into that damn witch, I will definitely crush him to death."

Aunt Yun's face was not very good either. If she hadn't been too impatient and fell into a trap of the witch, she might be much stronger than Uncle Zong now.

"Uncle Zong?"

A voice came from outside the door, breaking the solemn atmosphere in the room.

Aunt Hua's eyes lit up, and she opened the door to the backyard. She smiled at Mu Wanwan, who was carrying a backpack on his back, and said, "Xiao Qian, you're here."

Mu Wanwan responded. Last time, Uncle Zong gave her the address of a courtyard and asked her not to go directly from the store this time, so she followed his instructions.

"Come in quickly." Uncle Zong suppressed his anger and welcomed the person in.

As usual, the few of them counted some of the pills and spiritual fruits for this time, and Mu Wanwan handed a newly refined second-level Ningxue Pill to Aunt Yun.

"Aunt Yun, this second-level Ningxue Pill is a gift from me. Thank you and Uncle Zong for your care these days." Mu Wanwan was sincere.

Unfortunately, everyone's focus was not on the fact that she was going to give Ningxue Pills, but on, "Second-level Ningxue Pills??"

Uncle Zong's voice was so loud that Mu Wanwan was frightened and took a step back, "Ah, yes, second-level."

"Then is this Huiling Pill you just mentioned also second-level?"

"These two bottles are, five pills in each bottle." Mu Wanwan said.

Uncle Chen also had a complicated look in his eyes, and stepped forward to pat Mu Wanwan on the shoulder, "Xiao Qian, you are going to make a fortune."

Mu Wanwan: "?"

Uncle Chen briefly told her about the recent increase in the price of pills.

Mu Wanwan was a little bit unbelieving, "So, you had to give me seven middle-grade spirit stones last time?"

Uncle Chen smiled, "Yes, if you count this time, the first-grade Huiling Pill alone can get 28 middle-grade spirit stones, not counting the second-grade and Ningxue Pills. If your uncle and I hadn't had some family background, we might not be able to advance your spirit stones in advance."

Mu Wanwan felt that he had money all of a sudden, and couldn't help but smile.

Uncle Chen didn't waste time, he counted the spirit stones directly, and took out a shiny high-grade spirit stone, "Small money, high-grade spirit stone, do you want it?"

Mu Wanwan's eyes lit up, high-grade spirit stone!

It was the first time for her to see a top-grade spirit stone. It was much smaller than a medium-grade spirit stone, but both in color and brightness, it was much more beautiful than a medium-grade spirit stone, and presumably it would have more spiritual power.

If this spirit stone was given to Mr. Long, would he recover completely immediately?

Mu Wanwan thought about the expression on Long's face, and her expectations grew.

She finally exchanged a top-grade spirit stone, eleven medium-grade spirit stones, more than twenty low-grade spirit stones, and some scattered coins from her uncle.

"By the way." Uncle Zong sighed and handed Mu Wanwan a list of reservations, "Girl, do you still remember Lan'er and his sister?"

Mu Wanwan took the list and subconsciously touched her neck. She certainly remembered Lan'er and his sister.

"The previous one was done by two close officials of the Dragon Clan." The uncle looked at her. "Lan'er was also forced into a corner as to what happened with the hallucinogenic grass. They have already left the capital."

Mu Wanwan was surprised for a moment, looking at the uncle's brown eyes, a little flustered -

the uncle knew her identity! He also knew about the previous hallucinogenic grass incident.

Mu Wanwan calmed down quickly. She didn't think that she could keep her identity a secret from her uncle. She and her uncle were indebted to each other. Even for Aunt Yun, her uncle wouldn't do anything to her. Moreover, she preferred to believe that her uncle, who had always helped her, was a good person.

"I'm not saying this to ask you to forgive them. I just want to ask you, do you want to sell the elixir to those two people from the Dragon Clan? If not, I can help you." The uncle patted her shoulder with his big hand. "Your uncle is quite capable, and your uncle Chen is not weak either."

"If something happens to your husband, come find me and your Aunt Yun."

Mu Wanwan looked down at the names of Jin Yan and Bai Huan on the list. In her mind, she seemed to see the elf with a birthmark on his face who smiled and called her "senior".

"Thank you, Uncle Zong." Mu Wanwan said, "I really don't want to sell the pills to them."

The fact that Lan'er deceived her and planted the hallucinogenic grass in her was actually a scar in her heart that she had never been able to get over. Later, when she knew the effect of the hallucinogenic grass, she could not forgive it even more.

She looked at the names of the two dragons on the list and could roughly guess something.

He wanted her, the wife, to know what Mr. Long was most reluctant to face in his heart. I think he wanted her to dislike Mr. Long.

At that time, Long was conscious and could not move. If she bullied him, maybe that girl would be very sad. They wanted to laugh at her husband and took advantage of the weak and innocent people around her. No matter what, she could not forgive them.

"It's okay." Uncle Chen smiled, "But we're not afraid of two dragons."

"I'm afraid, but you are not." Uncle Zong rolled his eyes at Uncle Chen, "You and Huamei are so strong."

After being interrupted by them, Mu Wanwan felt better. She made an appointment with Uncle Zong for the next meeting, and said goodbye to leave.

She just came out of the backyard, thinking about buying something. Mr. Long would not be back for three to five days, so she would try her best to refine the elixir first. Should she buy something else to make delicious food this time?

She didn't think about it for long. She passed by a small alley with not many people and saw a strange wooden frame machine dog.

Mu Wanwan blinked and looked at the half-human-high machine dog that suddenly appeared on the ground. It shook its head at her, then spit out a small cloth bag from its mouth and jumped several times, as if signaling her to pick up the cloth bag on the ground.

Mu Wanwan: “???”