His young wife sat cross-legged on the floor with a mat, wearing another of his clothes. The light white cuffs were rolled up and sewed with some small patterns.

Her black hair was disheveled, and her pure heart jade was broken into several petals, losing its color.

The strong fragrance of elixirs that belonged to the fourth level and above became more and more obvious at the tip of his nose. His sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be gently soothed by an invisible hand, and those tense and tired consciousness also calmed down a little bit.

But Mr. Long clenched his fists, half-closed his eyebrows, and the cave that was originally illuminated by the night pearl seemed to dim.

From where he stood, he could see a part of her lotus-white wrist, and the green spiritual power on her fingertips was dancing, and there was a faint trace of blood.

The long-term oppression made her body unable to bear the burden.

Her heart was sweet and bitter, and Long felt a little sour in her eyes.

He was not the kind of dragon who loved to cry, but his eyes would always be sore if he didn't listen.

He was silent like a shadow, looking at Mu Wanwan's back. Such a big dragon, but carefully hiding behind the curtain.

In fact, when Mr. Long came in, Mu Wanwan had already noticed it.

She knew he was back, but her spirit was not distracted. The belief in refining this pill was too strong, so even if her spiritual power was a little bit unable to hold up, she still didn't give up.

The impurities were removed, and the pale white liquid was completely integrated into the previous Gu Shen Dan.

There were originally three Solidifying Spirit Pills, but now only one milky white pill is left.

Cold sweat slid from her forehead to her eyelashes. Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and without hesitation, at the moment when the pill was about to be formed, her spiritual power supported the third-level spiritual herbs, and her other hand grabbed a few spiritual stones, trying to make the final breakthrough.

Her movements were very fast, and before a certain dragon could react, her whole body was emitting a bright green light.

Mr. Long looked at the blood dripping from her fingertips, and there was uncontrollable fear in his eyes.

The pill furnace gradually made a hissing sound, and the pill that was about to be formed was shaking violently, as if it wanted to break through the confinement of the alchemist and possessed a certain spirituality.

"Condensate."

Mu Wanwan bit her lips tightly and read the word forcefully in her heart.

The next moment, she felt that almost all the spiritual power in her Dantian was sucked into the round milky white pill along her fingertips.

Her vision was a little blurry, but her sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have broken through some invisible barrier. The thing similar to "spiritual power" that she had been vaguely feeling before also became clearer at this moment.

She could hardly see the pill in the pill furnace, but there was something invisible that clearly showed her the situation in the pill furnace.

At the moment when all the spiritual power was completely absorbed, a light purple pattern gradually spread on the round pill.

It was something that only pills above the fourth level had -

the pill pattern.

With a smile on his lips, Mu Wanwan wanted to raise his arm and put the pill back into the jade bottle, but he saw that the first-level pill with some spirituality was picked up, and the fragrance of medicine filled the whole cave.

Mu Wanwan wanted to stand up and grab it, but his feet were soft, and he fell into the arms of a dragon.

The naughty pill was also sealed into the jade bottle by Mr. Long and held in his hand.

He was not clean yet, and there was still sea water and a slight fishy smell on his body.

The spiritual power in the dantian was drained, and with the expansion of the sea of ​​consciousness, Mu Wanwan frowned in pain, his feet were soft, and his face was pale.

Not to mention standing up straight, she couldn't even push away this cold dragon that smelled a bit bad.

Mr. Dragon was a little rough this time compared to his previous gentle movements.

For the first time, Mu Wanwan realized that the plant dragon, the seemingly fragile little dragon, really had that much strength.

His wet arm firmly restrained her waist, and Mu Wanwan was forced to lean on his chest.

Her cheeks were covered with the cold sea water and his slightly warm body temperature. She felt very uncomfortable and could only stretch out her soft fists to hit his back.

"Let go." She said with a little bit of energy, and her voice seemed to float in the air. The little bit of force she used hit Mr. Long's back, and it didn't hurt at all. It was almost like tickling him.

Mr. Long, who usually obeyed her in everything, was stubborn for two seconds before he let go after his wife clearly told him to let go.

The force that was supporting her waist disappeared, and before Mu Wanwan could even catch her breath, her wrist was grabbed again.

The sweat on her forehead wet her eyelashes, and she couldn't see clearly. The little bit of consciousness she had finally generated was used up in the process of refining the elixir just now, so Mu Wanwan has really changed from "Boss Wanwan" to a little lady who has no power over Little Sweet Dragon.

She only felt that she was forced to fall on a hard body, and her clothes were all wet, "What are you doing?"

What irritated this dragon today?

In the past, he was very hairy. He would clean himself and change clothes after coming back from the sea, otherwise he would not come in.

Today he was soaked.

"Eat." With a low and hoarse voice that could not be ignored, Mu Wanwan felt that the pill that she had refined with great difficulty was pinched by two slender fingers and pushed to her mouth.

If she hadn't reacted quickly enough, Mr. Long would have succeeded.

But even so, Mu Wanwan's teeth still knocked a little bit of the pill, which melted in her mouth and turned into a lingering warm medicinal power, which made her not as uncomfortable as before.

Mu Wanwan blinked her eyes, and then she felt that the world in front of her was much clearer. She also saw clearly the rather embarrassing posture of the man and the dragon now -

Mr. Long was sitting on a jade stool on the side, and she was sitting on Mr. Long's legs. The dragon was hugging her from behind, with one arm like an octopus, tightly wrapped around her waist, and the other hand was holding a pill to her lips, trying to feed it at any time.

Her back was pressed tightly against his chest, and her clothes were wet by the water on his body, cold and hot.

She felt a little embarrassed, and didn't understand why Mr. Long, who was so shy before, suddenly took the initiative today. She could understand that he was worried that she would fall when he hugged her before, but now, she couldn't find any excuses for the dragon.

It's just that his thighs were hard and she was very uncomfortable being hugged.

Mu Wanwan turned her head away to avoid being roughly fed the pill, and said quickly, "Yes, the pill is for you."

"You're strangling me, loosen up."

"No."

Compared to the first time when he let go obediently, Mr. Long was so shameless the second time that he looked like a dragon still in his middle school years.

Mu Wanwan struggled twice and felt that his arms were as hard as iron. She sighed helplessly and softened her voice, "It hurts."

The next second, her waist felt much looser, but a warm current passed by her ears. Mu Wanwan shuddered and heard the dragon say in a voice of great grievance, "You still feel uncomfortable?" Mu

Wanwan: "..."

"Don't you know your hand is bleeding?"

She looked down and found that the blood on her hand had smeared on the moon-white clothes that Mr. Long had altered when she was not paying attention.

"I..."

"Overdrawn again." Mr. Long didn't know if he had caught her this time. His voice was very cold and fierce, but it sounded childish in her ears. "How many times has this happened?"

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"All..." A weight was transmitted to her shoulder. Mu Wanwan caught a glimpse of a dragon's ears shaking out and hanging down on her head. "It's all me."

Mu Wanwan: "?"

"No."

He was about to fall into the abyss in pain. "It's useless."

He really didn't give her anything.

Apart from guaranteeing the most basic living, he couldn't give her anything else. Even the elixir had to be painstakingly refined by her.

She was obviously the one who was injured, but Mu Wanwan felt that this dragon was about to be unable to bear it more than herself.

He was like this,

really.

Kind of cute qwq

Mu Wanwan felt that she was so immoral, Long was almost upset and blamed herself to death, but there was a smile in her eyes that could not be concealed.

She cheered up, forcefully pried Mr. Long's arms apart, then stood up, swayed a bit, changed her position, and then turned over and sat on his lap with a slightly blushing face in his surprised and vulnerable eyes.

This dragon is so fierce.

The black hair was made into strands by the sea water, and the forehead was attached to the cheeks. Except for the long and curled eyelashes that were still firmly bent, even the dark eyebrows seemed to droop.

"I was wrong." Mu Wanwan raised her eyes and looked at him. "I won't force myself like this in the future."

She explained seriously, afraid that the dragon would start to doubt Long Sheng again. "You are fine. It's not your problem."

After she finished speaking, she saw the dragon pursed his lips tightly, unable to speak.

But his action of wanting her to eat the pill was still so firm.

Mu Wanwan realized that if she continued to be entangled like this, she and Long would probably have to be frozen for a long time.

She had to give in. "Then, together."

Mr. Long finally moved. His dark phoenix eyes raised, and one big hand pressed on her waist. With the other hand, he held the pill to her lips. Although he didn't say anything, his cold face expressed the meaning of the domineering president Long.

She must eat it.

Mu Wanwan was almost in a daze. After spending so much time together, she knew very well that Mr. Long was a dragon with a huge contrast between his inner and outer appearance.

But she had finally refined a fourth-level elixir with elixir patterns, and she had specially refined it for him, so that he could eat

it alone. Mu Wanwan made up her mind and smiled at him gently.

Then she saw that the dragon softened a little.