I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 17|Seventeen Dragons

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Lan'er was very happy that Mu Wanwan wanted to give them two silver coins. Feng just looked at her deeply, stretched out his pale and thin palm, as if to take over some treasure, and took the He took the two silver coins and held them tightly in his palm without Mu Wanwan noticing.

"Let's go." Feng turned around, holding a cane in one hand, and said in a calm voice.

Mu Wanwan nodded, faced Lan'er's happy smile, and followed the brother and sister.

Because Feng had problems with his legs and feet, they walked very slowly, and inevitably passed many people during the process. The human race was okay, they just glanced at the two siblings and then looked away, but Occasionally, when I bump into many beautiful elves, I get a very sarcastic eye roll.

While passing by a rouge shop, a pretty and cute black-haired elf girl called out Lan'er's name directly, "Hey, isn't this Lan'er? Have any vegetables been sold today? ."

Mu Wanwan noticed that Lan'er's little fists clenched for a moment. She bit her lip and said loudly after a long time, "Why should I tell you!"

"Ha," the little girl rolled her eyes, "I don't want to know. Anyway, you won't be able to pay the rent soon, and then all the vegetables you worked so hard to grow will be mine!"

"You!" Lan'er was furious, her face flushed red, and she didn't even say a word after holding it in for a long time.

Feng turned around silently, and glanced at the chattering little girl with a pair of ice-blue eyes. The girl suddenly looked like a little chicken that had been strangled by the neck. She snorted and stopped talking. .

Mu Wanwan watched Feng Yin reluctantly touch the tearful Lan'er's head. While feeling sympathetic, he thought of his own Mr. Long——

Would Mr. Long have also experienced being discriminated against by his tribe because he was born with a birthmark? If we say that in the elves, where discrimination does not translate into substantial violence, just a face that is not perfect can be ridiculed in this way.

So, in the dragon clan, which has always been predatory and discriminated against more severely, Mr. Long, who was born with five claws and could not perfectly transform into human form when he was young, had a miserable life.

Dragon meat is a great supplement to some monks from other tribes. The dragon tribe also discriminates against dragons that are different from them. Because of the five claws, Mr. Dragon cannot perfectly transform into a human form and disguise himself as a cub of another tribe. What kind of childhood did he spend?

It was only mentioned briefly in the original book, but now she remembered that Mr. Long was an orphan dragon, and the Dragon Clan did not have any welfare homes. Where did Mr. Long, who was still very weak, live?

Mu Wanwan followed Feng, and in his mind was the scene of Mr. Long lying on the jade bed full of blood with his tail rotten. He felt as if his heart was being stabbed gently by something. When he came back to his senses, By that time, he had followed the two brothers and sisters through almost half of the shops and arrived at the edge of the market.

The flow of people here is obviously much less, and only a few people come here occasionally. Mu Wanwan noticed that there are very few elves here, and basically all of them are human race.

"This is it." Feng pointed to a somewhat shabby shop in the corner and walked in first.

"Senior." Lan'er tugged on Mu's curved sleeves and said in a small voice, "The shop owner is a lion orc with a bad temper."

"Nonsense, I have a good temper!"

Before Mu Wanwan could react, a rough voice sounded from the front. She raised her head and met an angular face. He was an older man. He also has some complicated patterns on his forehead, which are red and have three layers. According to the memory of the original body, they are the animal patterns of orcs.

This man is probably the shop owner Lan'er mentioned, and judging from his animal markings, he should be a third-level fire element orc warrior.

"Senior, hello." Mu Wanwan greeted the shopkeeper, who was very generous, "Lan'er and the others brought you here. Do you want to buy seeds or sell spiritual plants?"

The group of people said as they entered the shop. The shop was unexpectedly clean and tidy. As soon as they entered the door, they could see a cloth curtain. The shop owner should still live here.

Outside the counter, there are two large wooden shelves. There are many small grids on one. The grids are marked and are where seeds are stored. On the other wooden shelf, some transparent utensils were used to hold some dried or fresh spiritual plants. With sharp eyes, Mu Wanwan saw the burning grass on the bottom layer of the second wooden shelf.

She suddenly became a little excited, and she was even more grateful to Feng and Lan. It seemed that this store was not only a place to sell seeds, but also to recycle spiritual plants with a high probability.

"Just take a look, I haven't had any new customers here for a long time, hahaha." The manager of the Lion Clan store said to Mu Wanwan, "Or just tell me what you want, I usually have it here."

Mu Wanwan's eyes lit up. She glanced gratefully at Feng, who was standing at the door without saying a word, and asked, "Senior, I want to buy some burning grass seeds."

"Oh, burning grass seeds." The lion orc looked at her and said, "I have quite a few here. Since Feng brought you here, I won't sell them to you, just one copper coin each."

Mu Wanwan frowned slightly. One copper coin for each burning grass seed is equivalent to one dollar. Moreover, cultivating burning grass is risky. Generally, the success rate of cultivation by first-level wood monks is 60%. Around that, and according to her current spiritual power, cultivating ten seeds a day is the limit. In other words, with ten seeds, she may only be able to cultivate six burning grasses.

The principal is ten yuan. If one silver coin is sold per burning grass according to the market price, she can only earn five silver coins a day. Five silver coins are not even enough for half a low-grade spiritual stone! Not to mention that she may not be able to find a seller willing to spend a silver coin to buy her a burning plant.

Mu Wanwan was quietly calculating in her mind. She did not directly say how much she wanted, but asked a new question, "Senior, I wonder if you will accept the freshly cultivated burning grass?"

The lion orc was stunned for a second, and then laughed, "Yes, I want it here. What, you want to buy seeds from me, cultivate them and then send them to me to make money?"

Mu Wanwan knew that this boss was not weak in strength and he was an old orc, so he could not hide his little thoughts from him, so he did not hide it, "Senior, my wife is seriously ill and bedridden now. If you accept me here, senior, I will really I’m so grateful.”

Her words touched the pain of the orc boss. His expression turned fierce for a moment, and the animal pattern on his forehead suddenly turned red. He hit the wall with his fist and made a bang. Loud noise.

Mu Wanwan was startled, seeing the orc staring at him, and let out a low growl, "If you lie to me, I will tear you apart immediately."

Lan'er was also frightened, but Feng was unexpectedly calm, "Uncle Zong, calm down."

Mu Wanwan clearly heard that after Feng’s words fell, a slight cough came from behind the curtain. After this cough sounded, the orc known as Uncle Zong calmed down almost immediately. As he stood down, the animal patterns gradually dimmed, and his originally energetic eyes also dimmed a bit.

He twitched his lips at the stunned Mu Wanwan, "I'll take it from here. I can give you the market price, one silver coin per plant, or you can use twelve burning grass plants in exchange for a low-grade spiritual stone. ."

It was only then that Mu Wanwan noticed that there was still a vague smell of medicine in this store. She just thought it was the smell of some spiritual plants and didn't pay much attention to it. Now combined with the cough she just heard, she He probably guessed that it was his words of "my lover who is bedridden" that offended the very heroic-looking orc in front of him.

I guess there are many people like me who want discounts under this banner, but they are found to be scammers.

But even so, the orc still wanted to believe that he had not lied to him.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but said, "Senior, this junior is definitely not lying."

"Stop talking, how many seeds do you want? Get it now." The orc raised his eyebrows again, but Mu Wanwan, who saw through his soft and soft temperament, raised his eyebrows and asked a little too much. , "Junior, there are some seeds here. I wonder if senior can help me find out what they are?"

.......

While Mu Wanwan was struggling to bargain with the orcs at the market, Mr. Long, who was lying on the bed, was suppressing the curse in his body in great pain.

He has been doing this all night.

In order to prevent Mu Wanwan from suddenly smelling the rancid smell while he was sleeping.

Because there was no spiritual energy replenishment in the past two days, the original core and meridians in Mr. Long's body were shattered, and he was unable to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth under the suppression of the curse in his body. He has been desperately restraining himself.

However, Mr. Long's tail finally couldn't be suppressed, and it rotted again less than a quarter of an hour after Mu Wanwan left.

The fingertips trembled in pain. Mr. Long's face was pale, and there was cold sweat on his forehead. He could feel the scales cracking and the pain of his flesh being torn out in an instant.

Obviously Mu Wanwan had cleaned the room cleanly, with the aroma of soap plants floating around, but now, almost in an instant, he made it a mess and smelled rotten.

If he could move, he would like to chop off half of his tail, but now, he can't do anything.

Mr. Long felt the slowly flowing rot, and his heart felt desolate like a land of thorns.

He is finished. No one will take care of an ugly dragon that keeps rotting like this without any regrets. She was just Mrs. Chongxi, why did she not dislike him at all?

When she comes back, the dream will be over.