I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 25|Twenty-five dragons

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The day of departure soon came. Based on the experience last time, Mu Wanwan prepared many things before departure this time.

First of all, there were the two silver coins required to enter the city. She was a little lucky that she didn't spend all the silver coins on meat after coming out of the market. Now she only had two silver coins left with her.

The low-grade spirit stone was used by Mr. Long when he couldn't bear the pain anymore, but fortunately, his tail got better during this period and did not continue to rot.

The second is the burning grass and green star grass, which hold the hope of the whole family's future life.

In the past two days, she almost drained the wood spiritual power in her body to cultivate seeds. Finally, she cultivated all the seeds the day before departure. Just because it still takes a long time to grow from seedlings to mature plants, she couldn't take all the successfully cultivated seedlings to the market this time.

But Mu Wanwan did the math and found that from the 150 burning grass seeds she purchased, excluding the failed ones and some newly cultivated seedlings, she harvested a total of 108 burning grass seeds. And from thirty Bixingcao seeds, sixteen plants were harvested.

The burning grass she had just cultivated was much fresher and slightly larger than the ones she had seen in the kitchen. Blue star grass is a kind of blue plant. Two long and thin leaves unfold, revealing a small round green translucent fruit in the middle.

According to common sense, this small translucent fruit is the essence of the entire Bixingcao.

Because there were still some seedlings of Bixing grass at home, Mu Wanwan decided to take away all the mature Bixing grass and burning grass in exchange for money and seeds. The ones at home were left after Mr. Long’s Baizhen fruit was eaten. To supplement.

Mu Wanwan thought about it, put all the things he wanted to take away in his backpack, washed his hands again, walked into the room, and inadvertently glanced at Mr. Long——

Perhaps the spiritual stones and Baizhen fruits she had put in these days had some effect. The purple and bruise on Mr. Long's lips faded a little, and the color of his tail became a little brighter, but only a little bit.

But at least it didn't look as scary as the first time she saw him, and he looked more like a living dragon.

It was already night, and the room was lit with lights. The warm light and the dragon lying on the bed made her feel less lonely.

Mu Wanwan walked to the bed and sat down, took out the list he had written down with pen and ink, and said to Mr. Long on the bed, "If everything goes well this time, the items can be sold for thirteen low-grade spiritual stones, and then I will ask for After excluding the cost of purchasing seeds next time, the net profit is estimated to be only ten low-grade spiritual stones."

Mu Wanwan calculated in a low voice. In fact, she didn't really want Mr. Long to know, but she just didn't want to appear as lonely as running a household alone.

"It's the end of October now, and the weather is getting colder and colder. I'll need to buy some winter clothes and warm stones by then." Mu Wanwan calculated and felt a little headache, "These are not cheap... ."

Mr. Long lay quietly on the bed and listened to her reciting her plans for tomorrow and the things she needed at home. He felt uncomfortable. His waking hours were still very short these days, and he could only be awake for more than half an hour a day. Even if it’s good.

With the combined effect of the spiritual power that Mu Wanwan fed him and his hard work, he finally connected the third broken original core. This relieved some pain and curses, and also allowed his right hand to be connected. The wrist can now move within a small range.

If you give him another half month, maybe he can open his eyes and see her with his own eyes.

And in less than half an hour every day, he saw her either taking care of him or cultivating seeds. The only time to rest was when she slept at night.

If he could, he really didn't want her to suffer any more, but he was so incompetent that he could do nothing but lie on the bed and accept her kindness.

This feeling of powerlessness was even stronger than when he was hunted down as a child.

It was so intense that sometimes he even wanted to wake up at any cost.

However, if he destroys his cultivation and gives up his original core to wake up, it will be equivalent to giving up the possibility of further progress in cultivation. It is equivalent to becoming a truly crippled waste. Even if she really wakes up, I'm afraid it won't be a good thing for her.

He wants to recover quickly and be strong enough to take her away and protect her.

Mr. Long thought, his heart felt heavy, as if he was being torn apart by guilt.

"Mr. Long, you look so bad." Mu Wanwan calculated for a long time, and when he was so bald that he wanted to give up, he caught a glimpse of Mr. Long's strangely handsome face, which was even paler than usual. She even saw A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

Could it be that the condition is serious again?

Mu Wanwan thought of how miserable he was when he vomited blood last time. He stood up suddenly, picked up the half-cut ginseng from the side, cut another small piece, hurriedly walked to the bed, stretched out his hand and pinched it. touched his chin.

Slightly hot and soft fingers pressed Mr. Long's lips, which suddenly freed him from the emotion of self-blame.

Before Mr. Long had time to react, he felt two soft fingers holding a familiar ginseng piece, gently opening his somewhat sharp teeth, and placing it into his mouth.

It turns out that this is how she fed him ginseng slices when he was in a coma, not... like that...

The previous speculation in his mind was completely denied. Mr. Long felt a little uncomfortable, but he soon realized something and his ears felt a little hot again.

This time it was actually just a little bit out of breath and not as serious as before. But she looked very anxious, so she actually cared about him, right?

Mr. Long's heart beat a little faster, and his soft tongue licked lightly in reflex, just like he instinctively swallowed porridge when he was unconscious.

The moist heat touched Mu's curved fingertips, and one person and one dragon froze at the same time.

Mr. Long swore that he was really just a conditioned reflex. He was even a little afraid that his wife would find him disgusting. He didn't dare to move at all. His eyelashes were trembling and his ears were red.

Mu Wanwan was stiff for a second, and the fingertips that he licked were a little hot. She quickly pulled her fingers out, and they were a little sparkling. Mu Wanwan silently walked out and washed her hands, pretending that nothing happened.

She actually had a very strange feeling in her heart. She couldn't say she disliked it, but she didn't like it much. In short, it was very complicated. Anyway, when she changed Mr. Long's ginseng slices, she would touch his tongue and teeth, even though Mr. Long didn't move before...

It should be a normal instinctive reaction, right?

Mu Wanwan thought silently, after all, Mr. Long can also swallow by instinct, which is probably similar to that...

Just pretend she was licked by a puppy!

Mu Wanwan gave herself some excuses and stopped thinking. She helped Mr. Long wipe a little blood from his lips, took stock of the things for tomorrow's trip, and got ready to go to bed.

A certain dragon, on the other hand, obviously had ginseng slices in his mouth, but he always thought of something else, and his cheeks were always hot.

He had no choice but to realize that he had been awake for a long time today, and soon he couldn't hold on anymore and fainted again, fighting the curse in his body.