When she said goodbye to Jiuqing and left Xianqing Pavilion, Mu Wanwan still hadn't recovered from the fact that "Mr. Long gave her a drop of his heart's blood".

She stood in front of a spice shop for a long time. The shopkeeper saw the man wearing a veil and gray clothes standing at the door of his house. He waited for a long time but didn't see him buy anything. He waited for a while because of the green jade bracelet on Mu Wanwan's wrist, which was worth a few low-grade spirit stones, and finally couldn't hold it any longer.

"Senior, do you want to buy something?"

Mu Wanwan was suddenly awakened. Seeing the impatient look of the shopkeeper, she glanced at the candies on display. "Which one is the best?"

The shopkeeper frowned, but with the idea that one should not judge a person by his appearance, he pointed to the candies sealed in small jars in the store. "It's made from spiritual sugar cane. It's very expensive. Three gold coins for a small jar."

Mu Wanwan nodded and took out three gold coins without hesitation. "Give me a jar."

She bought ordinary candies before. After the dragon woke up these days, she put them in the cooked spiritual rice porridge for the dragon to drink. He liked it very much.

Now that she has some money, it's good to buy some candies to improve her life.

Mu Wanwan ignored the shopkeeper's fawning look, took the candy and left.

She stood on the busy street, snowflakes rustling around her ears, the cold wind blowing in her ears, making her feel very lonely.

Jiuqing's voice was still echoing in her mind -

"Losing the blood in the heart is equivalent to giving up life and talent for a dragon."

"For cursed monsters and dragons, probably only the blood in the heart is pure."

Mu Wanwan subconsciously touched her heart, she felt that it was getting hot little by little, she thought she was only lucky and talented to be promoted twice in such a short time.

But it turned out that it was Mr. Long who had been silently giving a lot for her since a long time ago.

Thinking of how she had asked him before if he didn't want her anymore, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but blushing.

In addition to feeling sorry for that silly dragon, there was also a faint sweetness in her heart, like an inexhaustible stream of joy, which wrapped up her whole heart little by little -

making her like him even more.

I like him so much, I like him so much.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were hot, and she found a corner and stood quietly for a long time.

She needed to calm down now, otherwise her mind would be full of the shadow of that stupid dragon, so she couldn't concentrate on buying things at all.

What a silly dragon! Why didn't he tell her when he woke up so early? Why did he let her feel that he didn't like her?

Mu Wanwan gently stroked the jade bracelet on her wrist again and again -

Jiuqing talked to her for a while later and promised to deal with Bai Shuiyao. And the crystal ball that Tie Bo gave her was real and harmless.

"Do you really want to see it?" When Jiuqing put on a black cloak and prepared to leave, she thought about the previous rumors about the monarch and his famous battle as a tyrant, and couldn't help but said, "Don't watch it." After

talking with Mu Wanwan for a while, she knew that the man opposite her was very soft-hearted. Although he was not without bottom line, she was afraid that she had never seen those scenes of killing.

Jiuqing knew the character of dragons very well. Although the dragon she met was a scumbag, there were still some common characteristics of dragons, such as greed and terrible possessiveness.

If she saw what happened to the dragon before and got scared, she was worried that Mu Wanwan would be directly imprisoned by a dragon with such a strong possessiveness.

At that time, Mu Wanwan had not yet recovered from the fact that Mr. Long gave her a drop of heart blood. She felt a little numb and did not think carefully. She only made an appointment with Jiuqing for the next meeting. Now that she

has calmed down a little, Mu Wanwan remembered Jiuqing's words and Tiebo's previous warning. Tiebo wanted her to see it, but Jiuqing did not want her to see it.

Or was it that there were some things in Mr. Long's past that she could not accept?

Mu Wanwan felt a little sad. As long as Mr. Long had not been in love with someone before, she should be able to accept it. But Old Long probably didn't have anyone like that. After all, he was so awkward. He should be single because of his own strength.

Mu Wanwan laughed and kicked the stones at her feet.

She decided not to look at it for the time being. In fact, she didn't really need to know.

The next step was to buy some things needed at home. Mr. Long said that she would be back in three to five days. She could use these days to cultivate spiritual plants and refine pills. His curse should not be completely healed yet.

Mu Wanwan frowned slightly. She remembered that the curse mark on the dragon's face was still very deep. It must not have recovered completely. Ningxue Dan and higher-level spiritual plants must be prepared.

Compared to spirit stones, she hoped to heal her wounds, but her ability was limited, and she might not be able to provide enough spirit stones for him to fully recover.

She just hoped that everything would go well and he could recover soon.

After all, Ao Qin's existence was like a mountain that could come down at any time. She was really afraid that Ao Qin would come to her door before Mr. Long recovered.

Mu Wanwan tightened her sleeves. No matter what, she would take care of everything at home and wait for him to come back.

Because the spirit stones were sufficient this time, Mu Wanwan not only bought some sugar and spirit meat, but also some vegetable seeds, some new clothes and beddings, and also bought some necessities of life such as warm stone lamps and oil towels. In the end, she couldn't help but buy some rouge and powder.

According to the boss, this is the most popular rouge at the moment, which can "make men crazy". Later, Mu Wanwan was recommended a perfume cream that was bought by the most female cultivators, which was said to maintain the "fatal attraction" of body fragrance when applied on the face.

She spent nearly two gold coins in total, which can be said to be the most luxurious thing Mu Wanwan has ever bought for herself besides food.

The market of the human and dwarf tribes is indeed larger and more interesting than that of the elves. She walked around for a long time and spent five copper coins to buy a spiritual pork bun for lunch at noon, which she didn't want to eat the first time she went to the market. It was not until the afternoon that she was ready to leave after buying almost everything.

Hongye waited a little longer outside this time, but she didn't complain. She just pulled up her clothes and said, "Madam, it looks like a snowstorm is coming. Let's go quickly."

Mu Wanwan sat on the ox cart, feeling the cold wind blowing past his ears. He looked at the increasingly bad weather and couldn't help but worry in his heart -

if it snowed, the clothes she bought for him would still be too thin, although a seventh-level monk should not be afraid of such cold.

In silence all the way, Mu Wanwan said goodbye to Hongye and opened the door to the yard.

The yard that Mr. Long had previously soiled had been almost cleaned up, and some bloodstains that had not been completely removed were covered by the heavy snow, leaving the house white inside and outside.

Mu Wanwan closed the door to the yard, and Mengmeng was still sleeping in the house wrapped in a small quilt. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but Mu Wanwan always felt that Mengmeng seemed to be fatter than before. She was a little worried, so she squeezed a fruit of the Green Star Grass, fed it a little, and then placed two spirit stones next to Mengmeng.

After Mu Wanwan had put everything in order, she went to the kitchen to check on the spirit chickens, cooked some dishes for herself, and got busy.

At night, Mu Wanwan habitually made the beds for two people, but soon she realized that Mr. Long was not at home.

She felt empty inside, and put the crystal ball given by Tie Bo on the bedside, staring at the crystal ball, as if she saw the dragon when she went out.

In the next two or three days, Mengmeng still didn't wake up. She was the only living creature in the yard except for those spirit chickens.

The weather was very bad, and deep snow fell every day. Mu Wanwan worked hard to cultivate spirit plants and refine pills every day. Occasionally, she would sweep the snow, rub Mengmeng's sleepy belly, and take out the note left by Mr. Long from time to time to read.

He said he would be back in three to five days.

Today is the third night.

Why hasn't he come back yet?

Mu Wanwan sat in front of the bed, her long hair hanging down, looking at the gray sky outside the window, worrying all the time -

was her Long in danger outside, or encountered something that prevented him from coming back.

No, he wouldn't be in danger, it was probably just that the weather was too bad and his return was delayed.

Mu Wanwan tried hard to convince herself, but she still couldn't control herself. From the third night on, she couldn't sleep at all. The room was empty, but it seemed that he was everywhere.

Every time she refined an elixir furnace, she would run from the study to the courtyard gate, expecting to see Mr. Long when she opened the door.

By the fifth day, Mu Wanwan had begun to have auditory hallucinations and even wasted several elixirs. She felt that her condition was no longer suitable for refining elixirs.

But on the sixth day, Mr. Long still hadn't returned.

Her fingers touched the cold gate. Mu Wanwan was wearing not very thick clothes. The spiritual power of a third-level monk wrapped around her clearly blocked the cold wind, but she began to feel a chill in her heart -

Mr. Long should not be a dragon who would break a promise. Why hasn't he returned on the sixth day?

She wanted to find him very much, but she didn't know where to find him. What if he is about to come back? Maybe he was just delayed on the way?

Mu Wanwan thought so and stood at the gate and waited for another day.

From early morning to late at night, she leaned against the wall a little helplessly, mist gradually filled her eyes, tears rolled down her cheeks, Mu Wanwan reached out to wipe them away in a wolfish manner, her fingertips were stained with bright red rouge, making her feel stupid for a moment -

she wanted him to see her look better, so in the past few days she had been trying hard to practice how to use the rouge here, and she put on makeup every day, but the damn Long, he made her wait for so many days, and now he didn't come back, making her so worried. If he couldn't explain well when he came back, she would never forgive him.

Mu Wanwan felt very sad. She pursed her lips. She didn't want to wait like a fool anymore. She went back to the room and took off all her makeup in a rage. Then, looking at Mengmeng who had swallowed several spirit stones and was getting fatter and fatter in the past few days, she poked Maochu's belly angrily.

One, two, all like this.

As a result, she poked Mengmeng a few times and heard it chirp softly.

Her eyes lit up. Mu Wanwan looked at Maochu who slowly opened his eyes, and her hands trembled a little.

She thought she was used to the lonely days. She studied and wrote alone when she was young. When she grew up, she was busy with life every day. Occasionally, when she had free time, she would check if there were any funny and interesting things on her mobile phone. She laughed as if she was not lonely at all.

However, she had only met him for a few short months, and she could no longer be alone.

"Chirp!" Mengmeng shook her fluffy fur and jumped twice, as if she was not used to why her handsome, unrestrained and adorable little body had become so much heavier.

She had been running away from so many huge messages for many days, and now she finally escaped. Maochu wanted to be with Wanwan so much, and even missed the evil dragon a little.

"Chirp!" Mengmeng's round eyes caught Wanwan's eyes and she felt distressed. She jumped up and rubbed her palm with her furry head, which had grown a lot bigger, and chirped.

Don't cry, don't cry, Mengmeng is fine, Mengmeng is awake!

Mu Wanwan's palms were a little itchy because of it, but she still smiled and touched its newly grown fluffy fur, which was mostly white, making Mengmeng look even more adorable.

"Mengmeng, you are so good." Mu Wanwan felt even more sad when she thought of Long, and couldn't help but want to rub Maoqiu with her cheek.

Mengmeng's fur was rubbed to one side by her, and she shivered several times because of the cold air that had not completely dissipated from her body. "Jiu~~"

Mu Wanwan fed Mengmeng some fruit, and reluctantly ate some herself, then hugged Jiu and waited for Long to come back.

She looked at the crystal ball on the bedside, and the urge to smash it became more and more obvious.

Stupid dragon, bad dragon, ugly dragon, if he doesn't come back tomorrow, she will really see it, and she won't think about giving him any face.

After all, she missed him so much.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and slowly curled up. There was a warm stone in the quilt, but she still felt cold.

Mr. Long, please don't get into trouble. Please come back safely.