Mu Wanwan called him two stupid dragons as if out of anger, and his tears slowly stopped, but Mr. Xiaolong's eyes still made her unable to let go, and her heart was blocked.

Although this person is no longer Mr. Xiaolong, he is not the Mr. Xiaolong who stupidly regards the spirit egg as a dragon egg because he has never seen a dragon egg or eaten a spirit egg.

But she was still reluctant to let go of Mr. Long for a while, and even thought badly...

If the very real dream she had just experienced was not a dream, but a real experience of Mr. Long, then Mr. Long would be too pitiful.

Even worse than Mr. Xiaolong.

I was so miserable when I was young, and when I grew up I became a plant dragon.

When I was a child, the beautiful horns and the cute little tail, which had been hurt all the time, were gone when they grew up. Maybe it was a curse. It was really pitiful and funny to be hung up and beaten up by a dozen seven.

Mu Wanwan closed her eyes lightly, feeling the temperature from his body, Mr. Xiaolong's appearance in her mind became clearer, but her heart calmed down a little bit.

She did not leave, so the temperature of Mr. Long began to rise terribly higher and higher, his handsome and evil face was covered with a layer of powder, and his divine consciousness also circled several times in the invisible place of Mu Wanwan, and then Shamelessly and slowly approached her...

Because the quilt was soiled and washed some time ago, they were not dry, so they slept together yesterday.

And he just regained consciousness, maybe last night, she actually leaned against him very early!

Mr. Long feels that his heart is beating a bit fast. He has just connected to the fourth pronucleus to restore the strength of Tier 3. In fact, he can wake up for one to two hours every day. Although he still can't fully move, he can already open his eyes. Now, the upper body can move.

But at this time, he can only pretend that he is still unconscious.

Even Mr. Long's muscles are a bit tight...

After all, what if he moved suddenly and frightened Madam?

He has been in her eyes for so many days, but he has always been in a coma. At this moment, if she hugs or hugs him, he will wake up. Doesn't it appear that he is a dragon that is not pure enough.

In fact, Mr. Long doesn't know what he is thinking about now, he just feels that the whole world is only her breathing and temperature, and the rumbling of his ears is the sound of his own heartbeat.

"Bang", "bang", "bang", very noisy.

Divine Sense slowly, shyly, slid ambiguously all the way from Mu Wanwan's black hair, and suddenly stopped when she touched the tears that hadn't been wiped away from the corners of her eyes.

Those charming emotions seemed to have been blown away by the breeze. Mr. Long slowly raised a bad guess, his consciousness was a little anxious, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when he encountered her neck that was pecked by the thin chirp. .

The imprint of the hallucinogenic grass above is gone. It seems that she shouldn't be scared to cry by her own prototype because of a dream.

That's right, if you are scared to cry, you shouldn't be so close to yourself.

Mr. Long just breathed a sigh of relief, when he thought of something, his ears trembled again...

Why is there a wound on her neck?

For the first time, the divine consciousness lingered on her wound without distracting thoughts carefully:

It is small, not too big, the wound is not deep, it avoids the bleeding meridians, the blood has stopped, and a little ointment is applied to the scab, which looks like an ambiguous lip print.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with Mrs. Long, Mr. Long once again had lemons, and it was definitely not a cabinet or something that made this wound. According to Mrs.'s personality, it could not be a person, but only some animals.

He hasn't touched her neck yet!

Mr. Long is a bit sour, even though his wife is in his bed now.

Mr. Long secretly moved the other arm that Dong Mu Wanwan did not hold, his palm was sweaty.

Although it is very hot to be held by her, Mr. Long still hopes that time can pass a little bit more slowly.

After the heartbeat stabilized, the room seemed to become quiet. The long-lost sunlight outside was sprinkled into the room along the windows, shining on the slippery floor, reflecting a little broken light spot, as if to remind the room. People, get up quickly, the sun has been up for a long time.

"Tweet!"

When the sun was on the ground, Mao Chuo opened his eyes, and his small wings had grown a lot. In the past two days, he had regained some spirits under the crooked feeding, and his temperament was not as quiet as at the beginning. It became a bit noisy.

It seemed to be dissatisfied that Mao Chiu woke up lonely and began to send out merciless sonic attacks.

"Tweet!"

"Tweet! Tweet!"

"Tweet!"

The little milk's voice was crisp, listening to Mu Wanwan's ears made her feel drowsy.

Withdrawing from the dream and returning to reality, facing the burden of raising dragons to help Yun'er nurture Lingzhi, she has no choice but to prepare to get up and work no matter how much she cares for Mr. Xiaolong in the dream.

At the moment when Mu Wanwan's arm left Mr. Long, a dragon that was so sour in the first place wanted to get up immediately and threw this obnoxious tweet outside.

It's okay if it doesn't make a sound. As soon as it makes a sound, Mr. Long immediately thought of the wound on Madam's neck. Isn't it the hair that pecked out? It helped him once and didn't let his wife fall into a dream, but now, he can finally get along with his wife for a short time without rubbing in secret, which is broken again by this tweet.

"Mr. Xiaolong." Mu Wanwan got up and glanced at Mr. Long...

He and Mr. Xiaolong are a little different except for the broken corners, their hairy ears are exactly the same, and they tremble from time to time.

With a gentle look in his eyes, Mu Wanwan gently touched his fur ears, and was about to get up.

Mr. Long was suddenly touched by her sensitive ears and his cheeks were hot. Divine Sense followed her. Seeing her walk to the side of the cabinet, she remembered the way she changed her clothes last time, and his Divine Sense seemed to be violent. After being scalded, I immediately turned around and came back.

No, the upright dragon will not do this kind of peeking.

Unless the lady wants to show it to him.

But it's one thing not to look at it, it's another thing to think about it.

Mr. Long felt that he was shameless, blushing and thinking about things he shouldn't think about for a while, after a long time, he calmed down and repaired the meridians well...

Wait till night...

Wait till night, let's talk about it.

...

Mu Wanwan changed his clothes and handled the housework skillfully and quickly.

Washing, helping the dragon and Maochuo clean up, making breakfast, feeding the dragon and feeding Maochuo, washing and drying clothes, tidying up the house, after thinking about it, taking advantage of the good weather, he took out the quilt and mattress to dry.

Then I organized the things I bought last time and exchanged soil. After a long time of busying, the cultivation work was officially started.

This time I went to the market in Muwanwan and bought some small pots, which were specially used to cultivate spiritual plants. The Lingtu Zongshu uncle estimated that they would be enough for her for a while, so she didn't buy them.

Well, it's mainly because it can't afford it.

These few visits to the bazaar, Muwanwan, have also gained a clear understanding of prices. In the relatively cheap elven bazaars, the price of spiritual soil is very high. Generally, a small bag of ordinary spiritual soil is needed. Three to five low-grade spirit stones.

The price of a spiritual soil with a slightly better effect is higher.

Uncle Zong gave her spiritual earth the first time we met, and then gave her a big bag. Although it is not the kind of spiritual earth that works well, it is already very rare, and this time Zong also said that he would help. Although the spirit plants she cultivated had some special effects, Mu Wanwan was still very grateful to them.

Uncle Zong is very difficult. Yun'er has also seen her. She is such a gentle and amiable woman. They are kind-hearted, and she doesn't want to let them down.

In the past month or so, the days seem to be very peaceful, but it is not sure when Bai Shuiyao and Ao Qin will come over to trouble her and Mr. Long. She must hurry up and earn some spirit stones and medicinal materials.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan took the time, sprinkled a little bit of spiritual soil in a pot, took out the seeds of the second-order green star grass, and began to prepare to cultivate...

The second-tier green star grass seeds are a bit larger than the first-tier seeds, but they are drier and harder, and you can see that they are more difficult to cultivate than the first-tier ones.

Mu Wanwan was not discouraged. She first delivered a little wood element aura and felt the vitality of the seed. This seed did not absorb the aura very quickly. She hesitated and picked up another seed.

This is a small rule she discovered these days. You can judge the vitality of the seed by the speed at which the seed absorbs aura before the formal cultivation begins. If the absorption is faster, the success rate will often be higher.

Although her spiritual power was a little special, it was not uncommon for her to fail halfway through her cultivation. After several failures, Mu Wanwan developed the habit of testing before cultivation.

But unfortunately, she tried several seeds one after another, but the vitality was not as high as the first one.

Her brows wrinkled slightly, Mu Wanwan probably understood why the second-tier spiritual plants were more difficult to cultivate than the first-tier ones. She did not continue to waste spiritual energy to test the vitality of the other seeds, and buried the first seed in the soil, and began Nurture.

After about six or seven minutes, about one-fifth of the spiritual power in the body was consumed, the first seed broke the shell with great difficulty, and three small green buds slowly grew out of her expectant gaze.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, stopped the transmission of spiritual power, took a break, and picked up another green star grass seed and began to cultivate.

But her luck was not always good. The next two seeds failed to grow, and they exploded directly in the soil, rushing out of the soil in the pot with just the humidity, making her face muddled.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Well, it is not easy to do anything, she calmly wiped her face and continued to nurture.

After that, I failed several times, and only succeeded when it was the seventh seed.

After spending a whole noon and half an afternoon, the spiritual power in the body has been exhausted, and Mu Wanwan finally cultivated three spiritual plants.

She took those three pots of tender shoots that grew out with great difficulty to the yard, found a sunny location, and made the best place for the three trembling buds, and dried the quilt by the way. My clothes were collected.

When I returned to the room, the movements were a bit loud, and a little noise was made, and Mengmeng woke up.

"Tweet!"

It's about a small tweet. It's easy to sleep after eating full every day, but it doesn't last long. It's easy to wake up during the day, and it will act like a baby as soon as it wakes up.

But fortunately, she will not be so bored during the day.

With a smile between his eyebrows, Mu Wanwan touched Mengmeng's little scarf, in exchange for a gentle rub.

With itchy palms, Mu Wanwan carefully avoided Mengmeng's wounds, touched its little head, and saw the small rope still tied to its feet, thought about it and said in a negotiating tone, "Mengmeng , I untied your rope, don't you run around, okay?"

"Tweet!"

Mengmeng tweeted a few times, and it sounded like she was agreeing that she would never run around.

Mu Wanwan untied its rope. In fact, she didn't want to be tied to Mengmeng all the time. After all, she could only stay in one place, and she looked at herself with small eyes from time to time, which was really a bit pitiful.

Moreover, Chu Chu is not Mr. Long, so he can't move. If he can, Mu Wanwan still wants to make Mengmeng's life better.

I heard that the lifespan of this kind of **** is not very long. Generally speaking, if it can live for more than ten years, it is a long life. Mu Wanwan does not want to lock up cuteness, and no matter what kind of species it is, when he was young, he was very concerned about this Will be full of curiosity.

Just like Mr. Xiaolong.

"Tweet!" He probably noticed that she was a little low, and Chiu, who had taken off her restraint, took the initiative to rub her palm.

"Mengmeng is so good." Mu Wanwan was soon warmed by it, and her mood was a little better.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng rubbed her palm again, then waved her little wings humanely, and began to move step by step...

It is still not very convenient to move around, and it walks a little bit, but maybe it's getting better nutrition recently. Mu Wanwan feels that it has a little more hair?

Mengmeng walked awkwardly all the way from the bedside table. She looked a little happy, thinking that it would be good to make the hair **** more active, but when she saw this chirp, she jumped from the bedside table to the jade bed.

Mu Wanwan was a little scared. After all, there was still a little distance from the bedside table to the bed. She nervously looked at the hair ball and found it alive and kicking, so she let go of her heart again.

But she still wanted to stop Mao Chi, after all, although she had cleaned up this guy, the cute claws were not dirty, but if you jump on the bed, it is easy to get the quilt dirty!

"Mengmeng..."

Mu Wanwan walked to the bed and wanted to catch Mengmeng, and saw that although this chirp was small, his movements were extremely flexible. It was impossible for Mu Wanwan to gently grab it, so he just kept watching. Watching this tweet jump from the jade bed to the quilt, and then...

Jump on Mr. Long's body?

"Mengmeng!"

Mu Wanwan called its name, and Mengmeng "tweeted" as if looking for something, stepped on Mr. Long's face all the way, and stopped beside one of his furry ears.

Then he rubbed his furry ears affectionately, and made a pleasant chirp.

Mu Wanwan: "..."