Mu Wanwan watched as the wooden agency dog ​​nimbly turned towards her and jumped repeatedly in front of the small cloth bag, wanting her to pick it up.

Mu Wanwan silently glanced at the cloth bag on the ground, which contained something unknown. After thinking for

a while, she turned around and prepared to walk in the opposite direction. This thing was really strange. What if there was something bad in it, such as a curse that would bring bad luck if picked up, or some dragons that wanted to see Mr. Dragon make fun of him.

But as soon as she took two steps to the side, the agency dog ​​seemed to recognize it, bent down, picked up the small cloth bag, and followed her.

Mu Wanwan: "

What's going on with this agency dog? " She felt more and more that it was not good, so she just started to trot.

When she was about to run out of the alley behind Uncle Zong's backyard, a sound behind her interrupted her movements.

"Wait."

Mu Wanwan turned her head and saw that the gate opposite Uncle Zong's house was open. Tie Bo was standing next to the agency dog, with his upper body naked and thick animal leather pants on his lower body.

"Tie Bo?"

Mu Wanwan stopped and looked at Tie Bo, who seemed to be much older than the last time they met, and asked in confusion, "Is this agency dog ​​yours?"

Tie Bo's drooping eyelids turned up, and his two slightly protruding eyeballs turned up, and he rolled his eyes at her, as if he was despising her for talking nonsense.

Mu Wanwan was not angry. She watched Tie Bo pat the back of the agency dog, and the agency dog ​​handed the small cloth bag in its mouth to Tie Bo's broad palm, which was almost as tall as it.

"Come." Tie Bo waved to Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan was a little at a loss, but she still walked over slowly. She was secretly on guard in her heart and pinched the jade bracelet that Mr. Long gave her on her wrist.

"Tsk." Tie Bo was a little impatient. He walked to her side with two mechanical legs wrapped in heavy animal skins, then raised his arm and forcibly stuffed the slightly dirty small cloth bag into her hand.

There was a round object in the bag. Mu Wanwan took it out in a panic, "Uncle Tie, what is this?"

Uncle Tie did not answer her question. Instead, he lowered his head slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes where Mu Wanwan could not see, "You are Mr. Long's wife, right?"

When Mu Wanwan heard him mention Mr. Long, she was surprised for a moment, but soon regained her composure -

Uncle Zong and the others already knew her identity, and it was not surprising that Uncle Tie, who specialized in making wheelchairs for Mr. Long, knew it. What's more, Uncle Tie and Uncle Zong and the others were very close.

Seeing that she neither admitted nor denied, Tie Bo suppressed the emotions in his eyes, turned around and looked at her, "I'll not hide it from you, I knew the former king."

Mu Wanwan looked at him, "Tie Bo, what do you want to say?"

Tie Bo sighed, "Take a look at what's inside first."

Mu Wanwan opened the cloth bag, revealing a beautiful transparent crystal ball inside.

"It's just a recording crystal ball inside." Tie Bo's voice was like a broken bellows, "It contains some of my memories related to your husband."

He glanced at Mu Wanwan, "I gave it to you because you helped Lei Zi. I don't know what your impression of Long is now. If you hope that he is the way you see him, return the crystal ball to me."

Mu Wanwan frowned when she heard this -

what did she mean by what her impression of Long was now? Did Mr. Long hide something in the past? But the hallucinogenic grass has already told her the thing that Mr. Long was most reluctant to face.

This Tie Bo is really a bit strange. Why did he suddenly tell her all these things?

But after he said this, she became more curious about Mr. Long's past.

"Thank you, Uncle Tie." Mu Wanwan was not prepared to believe him, but she was not prepared to return the crystal ball to him either.

Tiebo knew from her tone that she did not listen to his advice, and he was not prepared to continue to persuade her. He made this crystal ball just because he wanted to do so.

Maybe he also wanted the kind-hearted girl in front of him to completely accept the dragon. Knowing his bloody past, would she still have love in her eyes like she did when she came to his shop that day?

Maybe, Tiebo thought, he hoped that Mu Wanwan's attitude would not change. He hoped that such a king could really have someone who accepted him wholeheartedly.

"If you want to see it, choose a safe place and break it." Tie Bo said, "It may take a long time."

In order to make this crystal ball, he consumed a lot of precious materials and energy.

As he grew older, his skills became more sophisticated and his cultivation gradually improved, but he was always stuck at the bottleneck of the third level. Guilt and fear became his inner demons. What he did in order to survive made it more and more difficult for him to break through.

After he finished speaking, he took the machine dog away without waiting for Mu Wanwan to answer him. Mu Wanwan looked at Tie Bo's back, but felt that he seemed to be much more hunched than before.

She carefully put away the crystal ball and prepared to find someone from Xianqing Pavilion to identify it later.

Regardless of whether what Tie Bo said was true or not, she couldn't trust Tie Bo as much as she trusted her uncle. If the book really contained some of Tie Bo's memories about Mr. Long, she would really like to take a look.

She always wanted to know how Mr. Long, who escaped from the wolf, killed everyone and became the king of the dragon clan.

Maybe there was some poverty in the middle, but overall it must be a very happy and warm memory, right?

Snowflakes fell from the sky again. Mu Wanwan shook her veil. She wanted to buy things quickly and go to Xianqing Pavilion and then go back, but suddenly she remembered that

her dragon was not at home now.

Besides, no one knew what Mr. Long had done to Meng Meng. Meng Meng was still sleeping when she left. The spiritual plants at home had been harvested, and the spiritual chickens had been prepared with food.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan's desire to hurry up instantly faded a lot. She changed her route and went directly to Xianqing Pavilion. After finishing her business, she would go shopping in the market outside for a while before going back.

Maybe, she could buy some rouge or something?

Would Mr. Long like the way she dressed up? Mu Wanwan's face flushed strangely. Long was unconscious before, and she felt that he could not see her. As a fairy who only kept her makeup fragrant and clean, she had never tried rouge or anything like that.

Mu Wanwan felt very happy when she thought about whether the paralyzed and illiterate dragon would show any surprised expression, and soon she came to a secret door set up in Xianqing Pavilion.

Just like before, she received a black cloak and covered herself completely, and then followed the maid into a dark room.

"Please wait here for a while, senior." The maid smiled and turned away.

Xianqing Pavilion has always been very good at keeping secrets. Generally, there are dedicated people to inquire about news and handle other business, and appointments need to be made in advance. The people in charge also wear black cloaks. They don't know each other's identities and only talk about business.

Mu Wanwan waited for a while, and then a slightly shorter man walked in. He was wearing a black cloak, his voice was clear, and he was as polite as always. "Senior, your message has been delivered. The other party wants to see you. I wonder if you can keep the appointment?"

Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. Has Jiuqing been hooked?

Then can Bai Shuiyao be dealt with? She hasn't heard much about Bai Shuiyao recently. Most likely, he was taken back to Ao Xue's mansion.

"Yes." Mu Wanwan nodded, "Take me there."

"Senior, you need to pay three medium-grade spirit stones first."

Mu Wanwan: "

After paying the three spirit stones, Mu Wanwan was taken to another larger dark room. There was already a person shrouded in a black tent sitting inside. She heard the sound and raised her head slightly to look at Mu Wanwan.

"Then, I'll withdraw first. The rules of Xianqing Pavilion do not allow fighting. The two seniors should understand this." The guide said with a smile, then bowed and closed the door.

The room fell into silence. Mu Wanwan sat down opposite the man. Before she could say anything, she heard a low laugh from the man sitting opposite her.

She didn't know how to describe such a laugh. The sound was pleasant, gentle and charming, but it carried an indescribable sad smile, which made Mu Wanwan a little dazed.

She calmed herself down and was about to speak when she saw Jiu Qing stretched out her hand. Her beautiful white hand gestured to her to keep quiet and took out a jade slip from her pocket.

Mu Wanwan watched intently as a layer of transparent barrier radiated from the jade slip.

"Okay." Jiuqing laughed, "You can talk now."

"Hello." Mu Wanwan was a little nervous, thinking that this person would not want to kill her, but according to the rules of Xianqing Pavilion, if one party attacks the other, they will not be able to leave Xianqing Pavilion alive no matter what, and it has been like this for thousands of years.

"Just call me Jiuqing." Jiuqing on the opposite side may have heard her nervousness, and casually pulled off the hood, revealing her true face.

"This thing is really uncomfortable to wear." Jiuqing complained, slightly curling her lips. She was very beautiful, except for some curse marks on her face, she could be called extremely charming.

Seeing her leaning on the cushion like a boneless person, Mu Wanwan said lazily, "Are you the one who can provide me with the elixir that can reduce the effect of the curse?"

Mu Wanwan nodded, "That's me. You should know that I am not lying after using the elixir. I can continue to provide some elixirs, but you should be aware of the conditions."

Jiu Qing smiled coquettishly, with red at the corners of her eyes. Apart from the marks of the curse, she was very beautiful, "Ah, your condition is to deal with Bai Shuiyao? A slut with no background, no talent, and no use except to blind men?"

Jiu Qing rolled her eyes, "Apart from the slut who seduced her husband, who else can I find? " If I can get such benefits from elixirs, why wouldn't I do it?"

Mu Wanwan felt relieved and took out three small jade bottles, "That's the best, this is the first batch, it should be enough for you to restore 30% of your appearance."

When Jiuqing heard the word "appearance", the smile on her face disappeared, and her eyes became fierce. She stood up almost out of control and reached out to touch her face, "Tell me, do I look good?"

Mu Wanwan was startled by her action, but also felt a little sympathy. She looked at Jiuqing's face seriously for a while, and then said very pertinently, "It looks good. It would be better if there was no curse mark."

Jiuqing seemed to have heard some jokes, but seemed to have returned to normal, and sat down with a smile.

"I'm so stupid, how can you judge my appearance?" She murmured, "After all, you often see the Lord, I'm afraid you are already familiar with this ugly curse pattern."

Now it was Mu Wanwan's turn to be upset. She was terrified and subconsciously held the pendant that Aunt Yun gave her to conceal her cultivation.

Why did Jiuqing know her true identity? Xianqing Pavilion should be kept completely confidential.

"Are you wondering how I know?" Jiuqing's voice was very gentle, "One is Bai Shuiyao, there are really few people who have a grudge against her and are capable of doing so."

Jiuqing smiled, "And the other one? We are both married to dragons, how could I not see that the heart blood in your body has not completely disappeared?"

"From the moment you came in, I felt it. What's in your body is not only pure, but also the most concentrated and precious drop." Her eyes were full of sadness, "It's a pity that we are also married to dragons."

"I am even willing to use half of the demon core energy to exchange for that person's heart blood. I still can't get it after so many years."

"It is said that the dragon's heart blood is a symbol of love. The dragon clan is so greedy and selfish. Only those who are willing to give their heart blood can be considered to be in deep love." Jiuqing was still talking, every word was sad.

But Mu Wanwan could no longer hear anything.

Heart blood.

There was a drop of Mr. Long's heart blood in her body that had not completely disappeared?

When, when did it happen?

Mu Wanwan put her hand on her chest, and her memory went back to that rainy night -

a night of high fever and severe pain all over her body.

So, it was not that she forcefully kissed Mr. Long and drank his blood, but that he took the initiative to endure the heart-wrenching pain and forcibly gave her a drop of his heart blood.

It turned out that he had woken up so long ago.