I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 58|Fifty-eight dragons

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Mu Wanwan recited softly, half-guessing and half-confused, with a smile on his lips and crooked eyebrows.

The lamp was lit in the study and it was warm. Mr. Long could only see that there were golden stars in her eyes, and that smile immediately pierced his heart.

Madam doesn’t usually smile much, because there is no need. After all, life is not an easy thing for her, except for occasionally laughing when playing with bad friends. The time he wakes up is relatively short, usually at night, and he rarely sees her smile.

When she smiled, all the shame and embarrassment in Mr. Long's heart seemed to be reversed, and they were immediately smoothed away by her smile, and he became extremely submissive.

Mr. Long's dark eyes lit up slightly, with a hint of joy. He gently felt the dry feeling on his tail. Not knowing what his mentality was, he quietly raised his tail in a small way and swung it left and right twice.

It would be nice if the tip of his tail was still there, Mr. Long thought. The tip of his tail was also furry, and she would definitely like it very much.

What a pity...

He lowered his eyelids slightly, now there.

All that was left was the ugly and dilapidated tail that had just sprouted blood and flesh.

.......

Mu Wanwan smiled for a while, carefully rolled up the parchment, and prepared to take it back to the room and put it away.

She thinks Mr. Long is really funny. Is this something he wrote down a long time ago? Even though the words were ugly, the content still made her laugh.

Although it was just a short line, she seemed to see Mr. Long’s appearance.

Mu Wanwan didn't wait too long, took a pen and paper and left the study.

The weather was getting colder. Mu Wanwan finished his work, took a bath, and lifted the cages of the chickens into the kitchen. Now that it's getting colder outside, they grow slowly and are prone to getting sick outside.

Mengmeng is still raised in the house and enjoys similar treatment as Mr. Long ∩_∩

After cultivating many spiritual plants, it was already late at night.

Mu Wanwan added some lamp oil, took out the pen and paper he brought back during the day, and began to record some experiences of failed alchemy.

Mengmeng tried hard to stay with her at first, using Maomao's body to warm her arms, but then she became more and more sleepy, and her head was spinning little by little. Mu Wanwan couldn't stand it any longer. After recording another piece, he was about to turn around and call Mengmeng when he found that it had fallen asleep on his arm.

The fatter and fatter body was furry and warm, and the cute Mu Wanwan’s heart almost melted. She carefully held Meng Meng in her hands, put Mao Jiu into its nest, and covered the little blanket.

Mu Wanwan finished all this naturally and was ready to go to bed. She stretched out and turned her back to Mr. Long. After stretching, she took off her clothes again, wearing only a thin piece of underwear. , when she was about to turn off the lights, she felt something was wrong.

Oops, she forgot that Mr. Long was awake in the middle of the night!

Then when she stretched just now, did she indulge herself too much and take off her clothes with the light on...

Mu Wanwan’s cheeks were hot, she felt very ashamed, and her movements slowed down a lot.

She already knew what he was thinking about her, and she was not a saint, so how could she not have any thoughts? She still wanted to maintain the cool persona of the little fairy in Mr. Long's heart.

Mu Wanwan slowly climbed onto the bed, lifted the quilt, and quickly buried himself in it. He held the corner of the quilt with both hands. After thinking about it, he slightly poked his head out and glanced in his direction. It was late at night and the room was dark.

However, her night vision ability has been much better than before. Looking at him like this, he is no longer the blurry silhouette he used to be. His long hair is scattered on the pillow and covered with curse lines, but he can still see his side face clearly. The curvature and broken angles are ferocious and incomplete.

Looking at it this way, it’s really a bit scary.

Mu Wanwan didn’t think so. She had been looking at this face for a long time.

Mu Wanwan whispered, "Mr. Long...good night."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.

In fact, she has now gradually figured out a certain dragon's routine. Although there is still a lot of strangeness, in her heart, he is no longer the cruel and indifferent image he said outside. Even his cautiousness these few nights, His childish words made her feel at ease.

Mu Wanwan even felt that he would not hurt her. Even if she really slept next to Mr. Long who was awake, there would be no problem.

She knew she shouldn't think so, it was so careless!

But she always felt that Mr. Xiao Long, who was so kind when he was a child, could become a tyrant in the eyes of outsiders. The original text did not describe Mr. Long's specific things, but only gave him a cruel and murderous character. Label.

If misunderstood, Mr. Long is really a very pitiful dragon.

She is now his wife in name only, and he has not sorry for her. If she also guards against him, will he be very sad?

Mu Wanwan didn't know what she was thinking about. Refining alchemy during the day took up too much of her energy. This time, she really fell asleep.

Mr. Long also woke up as always. The proto-nucleus in his body is almost successfully connected. In about half a month, he will be able to regain 50% of his strength.

Mr. Long sat up gently, and gently pushed her long hair away from her forehead with his sharp-jointed hands, and slowly smoothed the wrinkles between her brows that were twisted because of her constant failure, slightly permed The body temperature made Mu Wanwan shrink uncomfortably.

His consciousness glanced at the things recorded by the lady on the table, and the corners of his lips raised.

Making alchemy is not just about melting all the materials and putting them together. Although he is not very good at refining alchemy, he also knows some simple steps.

In a plant, there are the most essential parts, and there are also parts containing a lot of impurities. When fusing, you need to remove those parts that are obviously interfering. Then when fusing, you have to pay attention and be careful to feel the different spirits. Tiny impurities in the plant.

So...

Mr. Long is a little troubled. How can he tell his wife what he knows?

Long thought for a long time and came up with a plan.

So when Mu Wanwan got up early the next morning, he found that there were several corpses of spiritual plants on his table! body!

She suddenly woke up with heartache.

None of the Hui Lingguo Bellflower and Dredging Flower escaped, but why, there is still the body of Ningxue that has not bloomed!

She was about to cry, looking a little confused at the several spiritual plants neatly arranged on the table that had been broken into several parts, her hands were shaking——

These are at least three or four low-grade spiritual stones QAQ

Mu Wanwan didn't care about her little thought of "I'll be sorry if Mr. Long sees her disheveled appearance if she wakes up." She hurriedly climbed up without even having time to put on her clothes, and immediately channeled wood spiritual power. , I want to see if there is any way to save it.

But...

It's too late, Ningxue's flower buds have withered, and the dredging flower's petals have turned yellow.

Mu Wanwan is also dead. With four low-grade spiritual stones, you can buy half a catty of second-grade spiritual ox bones and stew them in soup.

She patted her cheeks and put on her clothes without even daring to look at the remains on the table. After finishing the necessary tasks in the morning, cleaning and feeding, she felt that she had recovered a little.

Only then did she notice that the plant on the table had been torn into several sections with precise techniques. Although the fractures were not neat, they seemed to have been deliberately torn into irregular shapes, including those in Mengmeng's nest. There are several leaves placed on each plant, as if they are afraid of missing any.

When Mu Wanwan first got up, he really thought it was Mengmeng who caused it, but now that he looks carefully, it seems that he was not bitten off by Mengmeng?

Mengmeng also regained her energy, shook off the leaves wrapped around her body, jumped next to Mu Wanwan, blinked Mengmeng's big eyes, and sent out a sonic attack, "Chirp, chirp, chirp~"

It tilted its little head, as if to say——

How can you doubt Mengmeng if she is so cute? Jiu must not have done it!

Mu Wanwan silently withdrew his suspicious eyes, feeling that he was really wrong. Mengmeng was indeed very well-behaved and would never secretly destroy spiritual plants.

She had been worried about this problem before, but Mengmeng had a very strict rule. She would only enjoy picking up two handfuls of leaves from seedlings at most, and generally would not damage the spiritual plants.

If it’s not Mengmeng, then...

My eyes moved to the face of a certain dragon that was pretending to be like that, and Mu Wanwan smiled.

If it’s not a chirp, it must be a dragon. Could it be that it’s still a spiritual chicken cub?

But why did Mr. Long take apart the spiritual plants and put them on the table like this?

Protest? No no, it's impossible.

Are you bored and want to play grass? Hmm...Does Mr. Long have this hobby?

Mu Wanwan thought of Mr. Xiaolong rubbing wood silently in his "home" in the dark alley, and his heart ached. He didn't like playing with these things, and spent most of his time just in a daze and waiting for the dragon eggs to hatch.

The sadness dissipated the anger rising in his heart because of the loss of the spiritual plant. Mu Wanwan glanced at the records he had spread out on the table, then looked at the plant that had been broken into many sections, and began to think hard——

There must be a reason why Mr. Long would do this. Did he want to remind her of something?

What?

She was thinking, and Mengmeng was thinking too. Mengmeng is a smart little chirp. In the morning, she found that there was grass in her fragrant nest. Mengmeng was frightened at that time. When she saw the messy grass on the table, Mengmeng was so scared. Meng reacted.

It's a dragon, it must be a bad dragon, and he wants Jiu to take the blame and keep his mouth shut.

But Long must have never imagined that not only did he not let Mengmeng take the blame, but he also gave her a lot of snacks!

"Chirp!" Mengmeng patted Mu's bent arm, pointed to the plant on the table with her little wings, and chirped twice to express that she wanted to eat it.

Mu Wanwan was worried and didn't notice Mengmeng. When she came to her senses, Mengmeng was already nibbling Ningxue's flower buds.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

"啾~"

Yummy! Mengmeng chirped with satisfaction, and after nibbling all of Ningxue's flower buds, she thought for a while, then ran to peck open the peel of Huiling Fruit and eat the pulp.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She couldn't help but want to beat up both Jiu and Long, "Mengmeng!"

Hearing her voice, Mao Jiu innocently turned his fat little body and looked at her several times.

Mu Wanwan lost his temper, "Okay, I'll give it all to you."

She sat on the stool and watched Mengmeng finish chewing the flesh of the Hui Ling Guo, leaving the peel and core. Then she nibbled on the heart of the dredging flower, and then held it as if she was full. His belly turned over and lay on the table, burping several times.

Mu Wanwan was speechless. She picked up the specially separated Ningxue rhizome and handed it to Mengmeng's mouth. Mengmeng took a bite and was unwilling to eat it.

She laughed angrily, took Ningxue's leaves again, and handed them to Big Brother Jiu's mouth. This time, Mao Jiu simply turned his head away in disgust, not even wanting to look at Ningxue's leaves. .

Mu Wanwan was almost suspicious of Ningxue's leaves. They all grew from the same plant. How could they be treated so differently from petals?

She angrily scratched Mengmeng’s belly, causing it to squeal. Seeing Mengmeng rolling around in embarrassment, she suddenly felt happy——

Could it be said that not every part of the spiritual plant can be used to enter the elixir?

With a thought in her mind, she stared closely at the spiritual plants on the table and found that Ningxue was divided into three parts, flowers, roots and leaves.

Based on Mengmeng’s attitude just now, it is estimated that Ningxue’s flowers are the best. The roots have impurities and the leaves are useless.

Yes, impurities!

Mu Wanwan suddenly realized that Mr. Long had taken apart the spiritual plant just to tell her that not every part of a plant could be used.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan immediately took a note and wrote it down. She first wrote down the useful aspects of Ningxue, and marked the notes behind the rhizome to be tested.

Then she observed the Huiling Fruit again, took the parts separated by Mr. Long and tried them on Mengmeng’s mouth one by one, and finally wrote——

"Hui Ling Guo: The pulp can be used, but the roots and leaves seem to have impurities. The peel and core cannot be used."

" Bellflower: the lower rhizome cannot be used."

"Desilting flower: the center of the flower can be used, the roots, stems and leaves have impurities, and the petals cannot be used."

By the time everything was recorded, Mengmeng was already a useless Chiu, covering her eyes with her little wings and pretending to be dead.

After Mu Wanwan finished writing, he couldn't wait to try it. When he saw the cute look, he couldn't help laughing twice and touched its head.

She was in a good mood and her cheeks warmed up. Thinking about it, Mr. Long wanted to remind himself that he still needed to pay attention to these issues when making alchemy, right?

How does he know what is bothering him? Did you see what she had written down when you woke up at night? Did it turn out that he had always been concerned about her affairs?

Think so, Mr. Long seems to be really nice to her.

Although he hid some things from her, it still made her feel a sense of security and warmth.

There is an indescribable feeling in my heart, like eating a wisp of marshmallow, just a small wisp, like a floating cloud, it melts in the mouth, even though it is just a little bit, it is sweet and light. .

Mu Wanwan’s cheeks were slightly red. After thinking about it, he picked up the pen and slowly wrote a line of elegant characters next to the three records in a smaller font than before——

"Mr. Long, you are such a good dragon."