I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 37|Thirty-seven dragons

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Uncle Zong said this, and Mu Wanwan did not refuse again. She also needs spiritual stones now.

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

Moreover, she still doesn’t know what kind of injury Mr. Long suffered. Today, she heard Uncle Zong say that Aunt Yun’er was cursed. Combined with Mr. Long’s behavior of challenging the leaders of the seven tribes in the original book, and his The strange black and red lines on his face, maybe he was also cursed.

Mu Wanwan frowned. Aunt Yun'er was just hit by a fourth-level or at most fifth-level curse, which turned her into this miserable state. The pain Mr. Long suffered might be greater than she thought.

Moreover, winter is coming soon, and she needs money to buy more heating stones and cotton-padded clothes. Her current rate of making money is still too slow, and she does not have any ability to withstand stress.

What she worries most about is not poverty, nor loneliness. After all, she is used to being alone, and now she has dragons and chirps. She is just worried that someone will come to make trouble.

In the original book, Ao Qin and Bai Shuiyao would come to humiliate Mr. Long from time to time after their relationship. Now that he has not come, maybe it is 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 Not having a good time.

When the time comes, some life-saving things must be prepared first.

Mu Wanwan was thinking too much and was silent for a moment. Uncle Zong spoke first, "Girl, I'm afraid I won't be here for two days next month. Why don't you come to me later next time?"

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

Uncle Zong’s eyes were complicated, with hope flashing in his eyes, "There will be an auction at the Dragon Market on the 3rd of next month. I heard that there may be Jinjiang grass. I want to try my luck."

"Jinjiang grass?" Mu Wanwan wondered if she heard wrongly and asked again.

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

"Even if there is no Jinjiang grass, I heard that there is still a batch of elixirs for sale. If you are lucky, you might be able to buy Ningxue Dan, which is good for orcs and monsters." Uncle Zong sighed as he spoke, "That's it. I don’t know the grade and price, I hope it won’t be too expensive when the time comes.”

When he mentioned Ningxue Dan, which was good for orcs and monsters, Mu Wanwan’s heart moved——

Although the Dragon Clan is very powerful and has independently occupied the largest territory on the mainland, but strictly speaking it can also be said to be a Monster Clan?

Ningxue Dan, which is very good for the demon clan, might also be very useful for Mr. Long. If she could get Ningxue Dan, would he be able to suffer less? At least if he vomits blood next time, he can take it out to save his life.

Thinking about this, although Mu Wanwan felt very embarrassed, she still said, "Uncle Zong, I have a heartfelt request."

Uncle Zong raised his eyebrows and said, "Say."

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

After she said this, her face turned a little red. Her behavior could actually be said to be very excessive. Uncle Zong was so kind to her and didn't owe her anything. There were also patients in the family, so it was not easy for anyone. Why should you help her?

Uncle Zong was stunned for a moment, then pondered for a moment, and did not reject her directly. "It depends on whether the auction is Jinjiang grass seeds or mature spiritual grass. If it is seeds, I'm afraid I'll have to pay for it at that time." Please help cultivate it."

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, "Doesn't Jinjiang grass have grades?"

Uncle Zong said, "No, but it is very difficult to cultivate, and the prices of seeds and finished products are also very different."

Mu Wanwan nodded, "I can try."

Her spiritual power should be quite special and may be successfully cultivated.

Uncle Zong nodded and told her something about the auction. The two agreed on a time to meet next time. Mu Wanwan exchanged several low-grade spiritual stones for gold and silver coins.

After repeatedly promising Uncle Zong that she would bring enough spiritual fruits next time, she left with the spiritual stones and seeds.

While leaving, Mu Wanwan looked back at Uncle Zong who was sitting silently in front of the shop——

The orc is no longer young. There are wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his broad palms are rough, and his nails are a little cracked. He held his chin with one hand, animal patterns flickering in and out, and there was something hidden in his brown eyes. As soon as he touched her gaze, he immediately withdrew his sorrow and opened his mouth with a smile. Mu Wanwan even saw a trace of it. It means to please.

She suddenly felt a little sour in her heart. She turned her head away from looking at Uncle Zong's expression and squeezed the coins in her hand tightly.

Qingmei talks for the rest of her life and never leaves her in times of crisis. How many people can do that?

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

Mu Wanwan stopped thinking about this problem and began to buy things one by one according to the needs of her family. She felt that she should put more affection on Shoujiu. If Mr. Long really dislikes her in the future, she can also Mengmeng depends on each other for life.

This time I mainly replenished spiritual rice and warm stones. It was still very early after Mu Wanwan finished buying them.

Looking at the time, she wanted to sell the purses she had made two days ago to see if she could make some money. She looked at the shop where she had bought broken steps and needlework last time, and sold two purses for twenty copper coins.

Although the price was not high, she was quite satisfied. She exchanged the copper coins for some new fabrics and needlework, put them in a backpack for decoration, and then prepared to buy some more chicks to raise in the yard.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and walked towards the place where she bought eggs last time, but when she passed by a dark alley, she heard the sound of children laughing——

"Coming to sell vegetables again? Don't think that the elves come every day without paying the entrance fee."

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

Mu Wanwan frowned and looked up to see a familiar little figure, Lan'er.

At this moment, she was surrounded by a group of beautiful elves and orc cubs, hugging her big backpack tightly. The birthmark on her face had not become lighter in color, and her blue eyes were frighteningly bright.

She had also seen the elf headed by her. She was the beautiful little girl who worked at Rouge Shop before. Her cute face was full of disgust, "Don't set up a stall behind our shop next time. The customers are all here." Run away! If it weren’t for your grandma saving my grandma, we wouldn’t want to rent the house to you!”

Every time she said something, Lan'er's eyes dimmed a little, and Mu Wanwan felt a fire in her heart, "What are you doing?"

She walked into the alley, and the children looked at each other. The little girl in the lead pouted and muttered, "Mind your own business."

Mu Wanwan raised her eyebrows and was ready to fight the naughty boy for three hundred rounds, but the little girl made a ladylike face at her and ran away.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

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

"Senior?" Lan'er asked a little uncertainly, holding her backpack.

Mu Wanwan nodded and tried to pull her up from the ground, but when he stepped forward, he found that her ankles were covered with wounds and **** scabs, as if they had been scratched by something sharp.

"They bullied you, why didn't you resist?" Mu Wanwan couldn't restrain his anger at the first sight.

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

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, sighed, and reached out to touch her head, "Where is your brother?"

She felt a little bit resentful towards Feng. If he were here, these naughty kids wouldn't have gone so far.

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, "Let's talk about it when we get up."

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

Mu Wanwan thought for a while and asked, "Do you have no money anymore?"

A flash of struggle flashed in Lan'er's eyes, "Senior, you gave us a spiritual stone last time and paid the rent. My brother and I were able to live by selling vegetables, but my brother suddenly fell ill... .."

Mu Wanwan hesitated for a moment, then took out a few silver coins from his pocket, "I bought your food, and you can only look after yourselves from now on."

Last time she had exchanged spirit stones for their kindness in leading the way. This time it was out of sympathy. Although a few silver coins were not much, saving some would last for a while, which was the limit of what she could do to help.

Lan'er cried hard. After taking the coins she gave, Mu Wanwan saw that there were wounds on her arms, which were very similar to the wounds on her ankles.

"Thank you, senior, thank you so much, senior." Lan'er was a little incoherent, opening her blue eyes filled with tears, pleading, "Can I hug you?"

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

Even though she is very thin, she actually feels a little dizzy when she is held in her arms.

But the dizzy feeling only lasted for a moment. Mu Wanwan thought it was her imagination. She felt the child in her arms was holding tightly, and her voice softened, "Okay, it's okay."

Lan'er slowly loosened his grip on her clothes, feeling full of guilt and struggle.

"It's okay." Mu Wanwan put the person down and rubbed her head, "Then I'll take the food away. Do you want me to take you back?"

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

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

Lan'er nodded, hugged the backpack and watched her leave.

When Mu Wanwan walked away, she slowly stood up, and the wound on her ankle oozed blood from her movements.

Lan'er, however, seemed to feel no pain, carrying the basket on his back, clutching the few silver coins tightly, and limped away.

She didn’t know how she endured the pain and walked home, but when she opened the courtyard door and saw her brother who had been knocked unconscious and tied to one side, and the golden dragon guard who was leisurely making tea and drinking, she suddenly turned red. Eyes, "I have given her hallucinogenic grass, please let my brother go."

"Oh." Jin Qiang nodded, stood up, walked to her side, and squeezed Lan'er's shoulders condescendingly, causing her to cry out in pain.

"What's it called? Let me confirm." Jin Qiang was very dissatisfied and glared at Lan'er. After confirming that the hallucinogenic grass previously installed on her body had been used, he impatiently threw it to Feng. .

Lan'er's back hit the ground and bruised a large area of ​​skin, but she tried not to cry out in pain.

"When can I fall asleep?" Jin Qiang asked.

Lan'er endured the pain and said, "I will definitely fall asleep once in three days."

"What a waste." Jin Qiang kicked her, looked at the miserable condition of their brothers and sisters, and sneered, "I'll spare your lives for now."

After he finished speaking, he summoned his spiritual cloud and left.

Jin Qiang is just a very ordinary young dragon from the Golden Dragon Clan. His strength has just reached the third level, and he is only a few dozen years old. This time he was lucky enough to get an order from Senior Jin Yan. As long as a human woman reaches the third level Hallucinogenic grass is simply too simple.

It's just that the hallucinogenic grass is more effective when used by elves. He doesn't have much foundation and can't bully the powerful elves. He can only pick weak persimmons. Lan'er and his sister are just right.

The reason why I spared their lives this time is that they can use it easily in case there is another mission next time.

Jin Qiang stepped on the clouds and secretly counted the days, preparing to go to Senior Jin Yan in three days. He even began to imagine that he would do things smoothly, get appreciation from Senior Jin Yan, and lead a happy life at the pinnacle of dragon life. .

......

Mu Wanwan didn’t even know that he had been tricked. When he left the city and returned to Long Mansion, he was still a little emotional. The cruelty of this world is so naked. Even the most gentle person on the mainland has a reputation. The elves all have such a dark side, and she doesn't dare to think about Mr. Long's life when he was young.

Hongye also noticed her absent-mindedness. He glanced at the clothes on her body that were stained by Lan'er, and then at the vegetables in her basket that were fresh before going to the market but were now extremely tattered, and automatically made up her mind. The drama about the madam being bullied was so sensible that she didn't say anything.

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

The oxcart was traveling slowly, and only half a day had passed when we bid farewell to the red leaves and returned to the familiar small yard.

Mu Wanwan locked the courtyard door, put the basket in the courtyard, and opened the door to the room——

"Chirp!"

As soon as she entered the door, Mengmeng, who had regained some vitality, launched a chirp attack at her. Mu Wanwan couldn't help but smile, touched its furry scarf, and enjoyed the affectionate kiss of the little furry chirp. Damn it, I just feel that the heartache and fatigue I had felt for half a day in the morning have been reduced a lot.

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

According to her observations these days, the black and red lines on Mr. Long’s cheeks do not move all the time. Usually when the lines move, they are accompanied by symptoms such as a rotten tail, vomiting blood, and a pale face.

She didn't know that Mr. Long could be cursed before, and she only thought that he had suffered serious internal injuries. But today, when she met Uncle Zong and heard about the curse that would absorb talents, she became interested in Mr. Long. I gained a new understanding of my husband’s injuries.

Perhaps Mr. Long is cursed.

Frowning slightly, Mu stretched out his hand and traced the lines on Mr. Long's face bit by bit, then carefully pinched his furry ears that had appeared again for some reason, and softly told him what happened today. said.

She wanted to find someone to talk to. Although Mengmeng was cute, she was just a chirp and had no spiritual intelligence. Mu Wanwan was still more inclined to regard Mr. Long as the person to talk to.

"Uncle Zong said that the spiritual fruit I cultivated has the effect of alleviating the curse. I wonder if you have been cursed," Mu Wanwan said, taking out the spiritual stone from his pocket and placing it on his pillow. Bian, "I will change the recipe for you in the future and eat spiritual fruits every day."

Feeling strong spiritual power fluctuations, a certain dragon heard the bad news just after he woke up: "............."

The plant dragon has no say. Although he has to eat the unpalatable fruit, Mr. Long was still a little happy when he heard that the lady was thinking about him. His consciousness scanned the four middle-grade spiritual stones beside his pillow, and he felt a little sad in his heart.

He knew that his wife was not a very powerful monk, and he also knew how hard she lived every day.

These spiritual stones this time are probably the result of her hard work for many years.

But she didn't keep any for herself, but gave it all to him.

Mr. Long pursed his lips. With these spiritual stones and Madam's fruits, he should be able to connect the fourth proto-core fragment. By then, he should be able to move. At least, he can wake up for more than half an hour every day.

It's just that he hasn't decided yet whether to wake up in front of his wife.

She would put down her guard in front of him when he was sleeping and would not be afraid of him. But when he woke up, maybe the lady would not be so affectionate towards him.

"Mr. Long......"

Mu Wanwan called him, and just when Mr. Long thought the lady wanted to say something, a clear chirping sound came to his ears——

"啾~"

"啾啾~!"

After Mengmeng finished eating the fruit, she lay on the table obediently and looked at Mu Wanwan with her black eyes open.

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

Mr. Long had just released his spiritual consciousness to look at Wanwan, and after hearing these words, he stopped in mid-air in embarrassment.

It’s this chirp again!

He is a vengeful dragon. He still remembers how this Maojiu prevented his wife from even looking at him all night!

Mr. Long felt aggrieved. She didn’t look at him yesterday. Today he woke up and showed his fur. Why didn’t she touch him instead of touching him?

Sure enough, it's because he is too ugly now.

Mr. Long felt dark in his heart for a moment, and even wanted to swallow the chirp directly at this moment, but soon, he suppressed this thought——

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

He was in a coma recovering from his injuries and was used to being alone. Should he let her face the unable to speak Lingzhi every day and live a boring life with a useless dragon like herself?

She has done enough for him.

Mr. Long tried hard to convince himself, and his consciousness was wrapped around Mu Wanwan. Seeing her smiling as she helped Mao Jiu change the dressing, his mood gradually calmed down. Looking at her slightly curled eyelashes and bright eyes, his heart felt itchy. , with a blushing face, it shamelessly circled the consciousness, sliding down from her ears to her neck.

The collarbone is obvious and hidden in the clothes.

Mr. Long's head began to feel dizzy. Her shoulder, which he accidentally glimpsed last time, suddenly appeared in his mind, making Long suffocated.

However, not long after the sweet suffocation, he discovered a small and inconspicuous line on Mu's curved neck.

The fingertips trembled suddenly, and all Mr. Long's charming thoughts disappeared.

Hallucinogenic grass.

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

One name after another flashed through his mind, and Mr. Long felt a chill in his heart——

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

Why do you want to make him miserable and embarrassed in this way?

The hallucinogenic grass will not cause any harm to the body. It has only one function, which is to induce dreaming. It is often used in interrogations. People who have been poisoned by the hallucinogenic grass will exude an invisible and odorless atmosphere. Once the people around her fail to resist, they will reveal some things in their dreams that they may subconsciously not want to recall.

Looking at the mark on Mu Wanwan’s neck, she must have been infected with a third-level hallucinogenic grass.

Only the dragon who can see his soul lamp can judge his current strength. I am afraid that the dragon who attacked his wife knew that his life was not that miserable, so he thought it would be best to make his wife dislike him and make him suffer.

Maybe this is a prank on them, like when he was a kid.

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

If Madam saw his dark past in a dream, would she be afraid of him or disgusted with him?

He didn't know what it was that he subconsciously didn't want to recall, but he knew that his hands were never clean. Those who wanted to kill him, those who betrayed him, those who had bullied him.

Most of them died.

If, if, he subconsciously doesn't want to recall it, it is a bloodthirsty scene.

What should he do if she is really tired of him?

He knew that she only sympathized with him. If she knew that she used to be a fierce dragon, would she hate him? If she saw her prototype, would she find him disgusting?

Mr. Long knew that the goals of those dragons had been achieved. They just couldn't see anyone being nice to him. They just wanted to see him in pain, embarrassment, and anxiety.

"Mr. Long, does it hurt?" Her voice came to his ears, and Mr. Long was in a trance for a while. When he came back to his senses, his fingers had gripped the sheets tightly, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Mu Wanwan was a little worried. She had just given Maojiu the medicine. When she turned around, Long had a look of pain on his face, his ears were shaking anxiously, and the black and red lines on his face began to move restlessly.

She cut the last small piece of ginseng into slices and fed it into his mouth. She sat worriedly on the edge of the bed and whispered, "Please, don't vomit blood this time, please."

Now that she saw the moving black and red lines on his pale face, she felt frightened. If the dragon vomited blood again and defeated the spirit stone, there would be nothing she could do.

And it will be late next time I go out.

Her unintentional words ignited Mr. Long’s hope.

Yes, if he was injured and vomited blood, would she stay awake to take care of him? The third-level hallucinogenic grass is not very effective. As long as it lasts for three days, she will not notice it.