Uncle Zong said so, and Mu Wanwan didn't refuse anymore, she also needed spirit stones very much now.

There is no ginseng to save Mr. Long's life at home, she is really worried.

Moreover, she still doesn't know exactly what injury Mr. Long has suffered. Today, I heard from Zongshu that Aunt Yun'er was cursed, combined with the behavior of Mr. Long single-handedly singled out the leaders of the seven races in the original book, as well as his face. With the evil black and red lines, maybe he was also cursed.

Mu Wanwan frowned, Aunt Yun'er just hit the curse of Tier 4 up to Tier 5, and she became the miserable appearance now. The pain that Mr. Long endured might be greater than she thought.

Moreover, winter is approaching, and she needs more money to buy more warm stones, as well as cotton-padded clothes. She is still too slow to make money and does not have any ability to withstand pressure.

What she worries most is not poverty, nor loneliness. After all, she is used to being a person, and now there are dragons and tweeting, she is just worried that someone will find fault.

In the original book, Ao Qin and Bai Shuiyao would come to humiliate Mr. Long from time to time after they were engaged. Now he is not here, maybe just because he has just taken over Mr. Long's power and there is no time. When he is free, she and Mr. Long may have nothing to do. Days pass.

At that time, some life-saving things must be prepared first.

Mu Wanwan thought a little bit. After a moment of silence, Uncle Zong said first, "Girl, I'm afraid I will be here two days later next month. Would you like to see me later next time?"

Mu Wanwan was a little surprised, "Uncle Zong where are you going?"

Uncle Zong's eyes were complicated, and hope flashed in his eyes, "There will be an auction at the Dragon Race Bazaar on the 3rd of next month. I heard that Jinjiang grass might be available. I want to try my luck."

"Jinjiang grass?" Mu Wanwan wondered if he had heard it wrong, and asked again.

"Yeah." Uncle Zong nodded, "It's a kind of spiritual grass that can dispel evil spirits and curses. It's very rare and the price is high. If I'm lucky enough to buy one, maybe Yun'er will be saved."

"Even if there is no Jinjiang grass, I heard that there are still a batch of pills for sale. If you are lucky, you may be able to buy Ningxue Pill, which is very good for orcs and monsters." Uncle Zong said with a sigh, "I just don't know the product. I hope it won't be too expensive then."

When he talked about Ningxue Pill, which is very good for orcs and monsters, Mu Wanwan's heart moved...

Although the dragon clan is very powerful and has independently occupied the largest territory in the mainland, but strictly speaking, should it also be said to be a monster clan?

Ningxue Pill, which is very good for the monster race, might also be useful for Mr. Long. If she could get Ningxue Pill, would he be less tortured? At the very least, if he vomits blood again next time, he can still take it out to save his life.

Thinking about this, although Mu Wanwan felt embarrassed, she still said, "Uncle Zong, I have a ruthless please."

Uncle Zong raised his eyebrows, "You said."

Mu Wanwan considered the sentence, "Uncle Zong, if you can buy more Jinjiang grass or Ningxue Dan this time, can you keep some for me? Although I don't have money now, I will definitely pay you back. "

She said that her face was a little red. In fact, her behavior can be said to be very excessive. The uncle Zong treated her so well and didn't owe her anything. There are patients in the family. It is not easy for anyone. Help her?

Uncle Zong was stunned for a moment, then he pondered for a moment, without directly rejecting her, "It depends on whether the seeds of Jinjiang grass or mature spirit grass are being auctioned this time. If it is a seed, I am afraid I will have to ask you for help. Nurture."

Mu Wanwan was stunned, "Is there no rank in Jinjiang grass?"

Uncle Zong said, "No, but cultivation is very difficult. The prices of seeds and finished products are also very different."

Mu Wanwan nodded, "I can try."

Her spiritual power should be relatively special, and may be able to be successfully cultivated.

Uncle Zong nodded and talked to her about the auction. The two agreed on a time for the next meeting. Mu Wanwan replaced a few low-grade spirit stones with gold and silver coins.

After Uncle He Zong repeatedly assured that she would bring enough spirit fruit next time, she left with the spirit stone and seeds.

When she left, Mu Wanwan looked back at Uncle Zong who was sitting silently in front of the shop...

The orc is not young anymore, the corners of his eyes are wrinkled, his broad palms are rough, and his nails are a bit cracked. He propped his chin with one hand, and the animal patterns appeared and disappeared, and there was something hidden in his brown eyes, but when he touched her gaze, he immediately withdrew from his sorrow, opened his mouth and revealed a smile, Mu Wanwan even saw a trace Flattering means.

Suddenly, she felt a little bit sour in her heart, turned her head and stopped looking at Uncle Zong's expression, tightly squeezing the coin in her hand.

Qingmei talks about the rest of his life, and will never give up in times of crisis. How many people can do it?

Mu Wanwan admitted that she was a little envious, and she felt even more complicated when she thought of the plant dragon at home. At first, she just wanted to take care of him, and then leave when he woke up, but now it seemed a bit changed.

Mu Wanwan stopped thinking about this problem, and started to buy things one by one according to the needs of the family. She felt that she should put more affection on Shou Chiu. If Mr. Long really hates her in the future, she can also depend on Mengmeng. .

This time I mainly supplemented Lingmi and warm stones, and it was still very early after Muwanwan finished buying.

She looked at the time and wanted to sell the purse made two days ago, to see if she could make some money, and looked for the shop where she bought shredded steps and needlework last time. The two purses were sold for 20 copper coins.

Although the price was not high, she was quite satisfied. She exchanged these copper coins for some new fabrics and needles, and put them in a back basket to look like they were. She was about to buy some more little chickens to keep in the yard.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and walked towards the place where she bought eggs last time, but when she passed a dark alley, a child's laughter came from her ear...

"Come to sell vegetables again? Don't think it's the elves who come every day without paying the entry fee."

"No one will buy your food! Abba said that your family are all cursed bad elves."

Mu Wanwan frowned, raised his eyes and saw a familiar little figure, Lan'er.

At this moment, she was surrounded by a group of beautiful elves and orc cubs, clinging to her big back, the color of the birthmark on her face did not lighten, her blue eyes were bright and terrifying.

She has also seen the little elf in the lead. It is the beautiful little girl in the rouge shop before, but her cute face is full of disgust, "You don't want to set up a stall behind our shop next time, the guests are all gone! If it wasn't for your grandmother's rescue of my grandmother, we wouldn't want to rent the house to you!"

Every time she said something, Lan'er's eyes dimmed, and Mu Wanwan's heart burst into flames, "What are you doing?"

She walked into the alley, the children looked at each other, and the little girl in the lead pouted and muttered, "Nosy."

Mu Wan bent her brows and was ready to fight the bear child for three hundred rounds, but the little girl made a very ladylike face at her and ran away.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

When the other children saw her running away, they all dispersed. Soon only Mu Wanwan and Lan'er were left in the alley.

"Senior?" Lan'er asked with some uncertainty while holding the bag.

Mu Wanwan nodded, trying to pull her up from the ground, but when she stepped forward, she found that her ankle was covered with wounds and **** scabs, as if it had been cut by something sharp.

"They bullied you, why don't you resist?" Mu Wanwan couldn't restrain his anger at a glance.

Lan'er bit her lip, shook her head, and said nothing.

Mu Wanwan was taken aback, sighed, and reached out to touch her head, "Where is your brother?"

She complained a little bit about Feng in her heart. If he were there, these bear children would not be so excessive.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Lan'er started crying, "Brother is sick."

Mu Wanwan glanced at the tattered vegetables in her basket and sighed, "Get up and talk about it."

Lan'er lowered her head and stood up, "Thank you, senior."

Mu Wanwan thought for a while and asked, "Are you out of money?"

A struggling flashed through Lan'er's eyes, "Last time, you gave us a spiritual stone and paid the rent. My brother and I can live by selling vegetables, but my brother suddenly fell ill..."

Mu Wanwan hesitated for a moment, and took out a few silver coins from his pocket, "I bought your food, and I can only look at you in the future."

Last time she had exchanged spirit stones for their kindness to lead the way. This time it was out of sympathy. Although a few silver coins are not much, saving some can be maintained for a period of time, which is the limit that she can help.

Lan'er was crying hard. After receiving the coin she gave, Mu Wanwan saw that her arms were also wounded, very similar to the wounds on her ankle.

"Thank you senior, thank you senior." Lan'er was a little incoherent, with blue eyes full of tears, pleadingly, "Can I give you a hug?"

Mu Wanwan didn't think much, bent down, and picked up the poor little girl who was not blessed.

Even though she is very thin, she feels a little dizzy when she is hugged.

But there was only a moment of dizziness. Mu Wanwan thought it was her own illusion. She felt that the child in her arms was grasping very tightly, and her voice softened, "Okay, it's okay."

Lan'er slowly loosened the corner of her clothes, full of guilt and struggle.

"It's okay." Mu Wanwan put the person down and rubbed her head, "Then I took the vegetables away, do you want me to send you back?"

Lan'er wiped away the tears, bit her lip and shook her head.

Mu Wanwan smiled lightly, and poured the rotten vegetables into his back basket, "Then I'm leaving."

Lan'er nodded, holding the basket, and watched her leave.

After Mu Wanwan walked away, she slowly stood up, the wound on her ankle oozing blood from her movements.

Lan'er didn't seem to feel any pain. Carrying a basket on his back, holding the silver coins tightly, Lan'er limped away.

She didn't know how she endured the pain and walked home, but when she opened the courtyard door and saw her elder brother who had been knocked out and tied to the side, and the guard of the Golden Dragon who leisurely soaked tea, her eyes were red. I have already planted the hallucinogenic grass for her, and you let my brother go."

"Oh." Jin Qiang nodded, stood up, walked over to her, condescendingly pinched Lan'er's shoulder, and exhaled in pain.

"What's your name, let me confirm it." Jin Qiang was very dissatisfied and gave Lan'er a fierce look. After confirming that the hallucinogenic grass installed on her had been used, he impatiently threw the person to Feng's side.

Lan'er knocked his back to the ground, scratching a large piece of skin, resisting the pain without shouting.

"When can you dream?" Jin Qiang asked.

Lan'er endured the pain, "I will dream once in three days."

"Really rubbish." Jin Qiang kicked her, looked at their brother and sister's miserable situation, and sneered, "I will save you all for the time being."

When he finished speaking, he summoned his own Lingyun and left.

He Jin Qiang is just a very ordinary young dragon of the Golden Dragon clan. His strength has just reached the third rank and his age is only a few dozen years old. This time he was fortunate enough to grab the order issued by Senior Jin Yan, as long as a human woman descends to the third rank magical grass. , It's simply too simple.

It's just that the magical grass is better for the elves. He doesn't have much foundation. He can't bully the powerful elves. He can only pick soft persimmons. The Laner brothers and sisters are just right.

This time leaving them alive is also thinking that if there is any task next time, they will use it smoothly.

Stepping on the cloud, Jin Qiang secretly counted the days, preparing to wait three days to find Senior Jin Yan, and even began to fantasize that he was doing things well, receiving the appreciation of Senior Jin Yan, and thus all the way to the peak of Dragon Life.

...

That Mu Wanwan didn't even know that he had been trapped. When he left the city and returned to the Dragon Mansion, he still felt a little emotional. The cruelty of this world is so naked, even the most famous elves on the mainland. On the dark side, she was a little afraid to think about the life of Mr. Long when she was young.

Hongye also noticed her absent-mindedness, glanced at her clothes that had been smeared by Lan'er, and then at the fresh and tattered vegetables in her basket before going to the market, and automatically made up for her being bullied. The drama, the wise and interesting did not speak.

She went back early this time, and the weather was fine, and it didn't rain.

The ox cart was not driving slowly, and it took a long time to bid farewell to Hongye and return to the familiar yard.

Mu Wanwan locked the courtyard door, put the back basket in the courtyard, and opened the door of the room...

"Tweet!"

As soon as she entered the door, Mengmeng, who had recovered some vitality, tweeted and attacked her. Mu Wanwan couldn't help showing a smile, touched its small furry scarf, and enjoyed the affectionate tweeting of Xiao Mao. I feel that my heart congestion and exhaustion have alleviated a lot in the morning.

After rubbing his hair, Mu Wanwan drank some water and rested, before walking to the bed, and looking worriedly at the black and red lines on Mr. Long's cheeks.

These days, according to her observation, the black and red lines on Mr. Long's cheeks are not always moving. Usually, when the lines move, they are accompanied by symptoms such as Mr. Long's rotten tail, vomiting blood, and pale face.

She didn't know that Mr. Long had the possibility of being cursed before. She thought that he had suffered a very serious internal injury, but today I met with Uncle Zong and heard about the curse that would absorb talent, she was hurt by Mr. Long. Have a new understanding.

Perhaps Mr. Long is cursed.

Frowning his brows lightly, Mu Wanwan stretched out his hand and traced the lines on Mr. Long's face a little bit, then carefully squeezed the hairy ears that he didn't know how to reappear, and quietly told him what happened today.

She wanted to find someone to confide in. Although Mengmeng was very cute, she was just a chirp and didn't have any wisdom. Mu Wanwan was still more inclined to treat Mr. Long as the object of her confession.

"Uncle Zong said that the spirit fruit I cultivated has the effect of reducing the curse. I don't know if you have been cursed," said Mu Wanwan, taking out the spirit stone in his pocket and placing it next to his pillow. I will change the recipe for you in the future and eat Lingguo every day."

The certain dragon who felt the strong spiritual power fluctuations just woke up and heard the bad news: "..."

The plant dragon has no say. Although he wants to eat unpalatable fruits, Mr. Long was a little excited when he heard that his wife was thinking about it for him. His consciousness swept across the four middle-grade spirit stones beside the pillow, and his heart was a little sour.

He knew that his wife was not that kind of very powerful monk, and he knew how hard she had been every day.

This time these spirit stones, I am afraid she has worked hard for a long time.

But she didn't save a bit for herself, but gave him all.

Mr. Long pursed his lips. With these spirit stones and the fruits of his wife, he should be able to connect the fourth prokaryotic fragment. At that time, he should be able to move, at least, he can wake up for more than half an hour every day.

However, he hasn't decided whether or not to wake up in front of the lady.

She would put down her guard in front of him who was asleep, and would not be afraid of him, but when he woke up, perhaps his wife would not have such an intimate attitude towards him.

"Mr. Long..."

Mu Wanwan yelled at him, just when Mr. Long thought his wife wanted to say something, there was a crisp cry in his ear...

"Tweet!"

"Tweet!"

Mengmeng had finished eating the fruit, with Heidou's eyes open, she happily lay on the table and looked at Mu Wanwan.

"Ah, by the way, it's time to change Mengmeng's dressing." Mu Wanwan patted his head, "I almost forgot."

Mr. Long just released him to take a look at Wanwan's consciousness and then he stopped in mid-air awkwardly after hearing this sentence.

It's this one again!

He is a dragon who holds grudges, and now I still remember how this Mao Chuo made his wife not look at him all night!

Mr. Long was wronged. She didn't look at him yesterday. He woke up today and showed the furry. Why didn't she touch him and tweet?

Sure enough, it was because he was too ugly now.

Mr. Long's heart was dark for a moment, and even at this moment he wanted to swallow the tweet directly, but soon, this thought was suppressed by him...

He was so selfish, he swallowed the hair that could interact with her, and then?

He is in a coma to recuperate, and he is lonely. Is it necessary to let her face Lingzhi who can't talk every day and live a lifeless life with his own waste dragon?

She has paid enough for him.

Mr. Long tried to persuade himself, the spiritual consciousness was wrapped around Mu Wanwan, watching her smile and changing the dressing of Mao Tweet, the mood gradually calmed down, watching her slightly curled eyelashes, bright eyes, and itchy heart Shamelessly around her face, she slid all the way from the side of her ears to her neck.

The collarbone is obvious, hidden in the clothes.

Mr. Long's head began to faint, the last time she accidentally caught a glimpse of her shoulder, suddenly appeared in his mind, causing Long to suffocate.

However, not long after the sweet suffocation, he found a small inconspicuous pattern on Mu Wanwan's neck.

The fingertips shook suddenly, and Mr. Long's charming thoughts all dissipated.

Hallucinogenic grass.

Who gave her the hallucinogenic grass? Are they enemies who want to see him in pain?

There was one name after another in his mind, and Mr. Long only felt chills in his heart...

Why, he is like this now, those dragons still refuse to let him go?

Why do you want to embarrass him in this way?

The hallucinogenic grass does not cause any harm to the body. It has only one function, that is, dreaming, and is often used for interrogation. People who are caught in the hallucinogenic grass will exude an invisible and tasteless aura. Once the people around her fail to resist, they will expose some things that may not be recalled subconsciously in the dream.

Looking at the marks on Mu Wanwan's neck, she should have been hit by Tier 3 hallucinogenic grass.

Only the dragon who can see his soul lamp can judge his current strength. I'm afraid that the dragon who has dealt with the lady knows that he has not been so miserable, so she thinks it is best to make the lady hate him and make him suffer.

It might be a prank for them, just like he did when he was young.

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, but he had to admit that he was scared.

If the lady saw his dark past in a dream, would she be afraid of him, would she hate him?

He didn't know what he didn't want to recall in his subconscious mind, but he knew that his hands were never clean. Those who want to kill him, betray him, and insult him.

Most of them are dead.

If so, if he subconsciously does not want to recall, it is a bloodthirsty picture.

If she really hates him, what should he do?

He knows, she just sympathizes with herself. If she knew that she was a fierce dragon before, would she hate him? If she saw her prototype, would she find him disgusting?

Mr. Long knows that the purpose of those dragons has been achieved. They just don't want anyone to treat him well. They just want to see him in pain, embarrassment, and anxiousness.

"Mr. Long, isn't it painful?" Her voice came from her ear, and Mr. Long was in a daze. When he recovered, his fingers had already gripped the sheets, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

Mu Wanwan was a little worried. She had just put medicine on Mao Tweet. When she turned her head, Long's face was painful, his ears kept shaking anxiously, and the black and red lines on his face began to move restlessly.

She cut the last small piece of ginseng and fed it into his mouth. She sat on the side of the bed worriedly and said in a low voice, "Please, don't vomit blood this time, please."

Seeing the black and red lines on his pale face now, she felt terrified. If the dragon vomits blood again and defeats the spirit stone, she will have nothing to do.

And next time I go out late.

Her unintentional word ignited Mr. Long's hope.

Yes, if he was injured and vomited blood, would she stay up for taking care of him? The third-order hallucinogenic grass is not very effective, as long as it lasts three days, she won't find it.