I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 33|Thirty-three dragons
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Mu Wanwan didn’t know how she spent that night. She was worried that Mr. Long would vomit blood again, so she didn’t sleep. Fortunately, she had become a second-level monk now. If she didn’t sleep one night, she wouldn’t sleep the next day. Still very energetic.
It’s just that the spiritual power in the body is used up a bit quickly.
The sky outside is gradually getting brighter, and Mr. Long's complexion seems to be better than before, and he has not vomited blood for four or five hours in a row. Mu Wanwan searched for the last bit of spiritual power in his body, cultivated the last green star grass seedling into a fruit, and fed it to Mr. Long.
Up to now, all their Baizhenguo and Green Star Grass seedlings have been consumed, and now only half a ginseng plant is left, along with the two packets of seeds she had on her body, plus a few silver coins and copper coins.
It can even be said that it has reached the end of its rope.
Mu Wanwan was panicking. She was worried that Mr. Long would vomit blood before she could cultivate the next batch of spiritual fruits, and then she would really have to rely on the depleted ginseng plant.
Mu Wanwan forced herself to calm down, took a handful of Mr. Long's furry ears to calm her mind, then sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, closed her eyes and tried to absorb some of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
——In this cat-shaped continent, there are many races, and each race has a very different way of practicing.
For example, the witch clan has witchcraft power from birth. They can control puppet insects, refine blood servant zombies, and are good at some vicious methods. As for the demon clan, in addition to the dragon clan, some great demons who have cultivated into human form gather together. The Special Life Alliance is full of special beings with unique talents and skills on this continent.
These three tribes occupy three kitty jio, which are connected to Mr. Long’s territory, and share a set of hierarchical divisions, except for human cultivators.
As the largest race on the continent, the human race has great reproductive and creative abilities. However, most of them are weak in strength. There are also very few people in the human race who have spiritual roots. There may not be one in ten thousand people. Therefore, despite the number of human races, The most, but still failed to occupy the largest territory.
Human cultivators living in the Dragon Clan territory will mostly choose to leave the Dragon Clan territory after their strength reaches the second level and go to the human cultivation world to seek a cultivation method that is more suitable for them.
In the world of human cultivation, there is another way of classifying strength. For example, the first level of strength before Mu Wanwan is called the Qi refining period in the world of cultivation. The second level is foundation building, and the third level is the Qi refining period. The golden elixir of the fourth level, the spirit transformation of the fourth level, the birth of a child of the fifth level, the breaking of voids of the sixth level, the Mahayana of the seventh level, and after that, it will directly ascend.
Although the original body's father was a fourth-level expert, the Mu family only used very crude cultivation methods. Mu Wanwan and Bai Shuiyao learned a set of unqualified mental methods. She has a wood spiritual root. And Bai Shuiyao is a water type.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is abundant in some places and very thin in other places.
For example, the place where Mu Wanwan and Mr. Long live now was originally the place with the most abundant spiritual power in the entire Long Mansion. But later, Mr. Long was defeated, and Ao Qin directly modified the formation in the manor, and their small courtyard The spiritual power in the body is getting thinner and thinner, so practicing is not as fast as sleeping.
But when she woke up this time, Mu Wanwan felt that her sensitivity to the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was much better than before. She practiced tentatively for more than half an hour, and the spiritual energy in her body recovered by about one-tenth. Grow a green star grass seedling to mature size.
Mu Wanwan opened her eyes, took a green star grass seed, cultivated a fruit in one go, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
If she took a nap, she could recover all her spiritual power in the past, but she was only at the first level before, and her total spiritual power was not even one-third of what it is now. She usually slept for seven hours.
If she doesn't sleep and keeps practicing during these seven hours, she can recover about seven-tenths of her spiritual power, which is more cost-effective than sleeping.
Mu Wanwan carefully put away the green star grass that was obviously fuller than the one cultivated in the previous level. She glanced at Mr. Long again, and then quickly washed all the dirty clothes and quilts.
After washing the quilt, Mu Wanwan heated up the steamed eggs and spiritual rice porridge that he had planned to feed the dragon last night. After regaining some strength, he paid attention to Mr. Long's condition and cultivated spiritual plants.
By the time Mr. Long stopped vomiting blood and could finally eat some spiritual rice porridge, Mu Wanwan had not slept for four consecutive days.
"Mr. Long, I'm so tired." Mu Wanwan entered the room carrying the last bit of spiritual rice porridge, and couldn't help but complain to the other living dragon in the room.
These days, the temperature has dropped a few degrees, the weather has changed from sunny to cloudy, and it is about to rain again.
The already deserted courtyard seemed even more deserted.
She seems to be living a life isolated from the world, living in a cycle of cultivating spiritual plants, practicing and feeding dragons, which is a bit unbearable for her.
Mu Wanwan sat next to him, fed him the last bit of spiritual rice porridge, and then asked, "Mr. Long, can I touch your ears?"
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your promise." Mu Wanwan opened her eyes and said some bullying words to the plant dragon, and couldn't wait to put her hands on Mr. Long's two white ears.
Ah~ it feels soft to the touch, and the hair is thin and soft. Although the area is not large, it is really healing! !
She felt as if a lot of her fatigue these days had been swept away by these furry ears.
After touching it for a while and feeling satisfied, Mu Wanwan let go of his hand without feeling satisfied. He sighed resignedly and continued digging in the soil to cultivate spiritual plants.
Last time, she brought back a lot of first-order Baozhenguo and Bixingcao seeds from Uncle Zong. During this period, she cultivated some of them one after another. Excluding the ones that were fed to Mr. Long, there are twenty that can be harvested now. There are eight Baizhen Fruit fruits, forty Blue Star Grass fruits, and the total number of Baizhen Fruit and Blue Star Grass seedlings is seventeen.
The Baizhen Fruit is the kind of fruit that Ao Qin sent over before. The first-level ones are slightly smaller than the second-level ones, but larger than the fruits of Bixingcao. The spiritual power required to cultivate a Baizhen Fruit is There are more than Bixingcao, and the Baizhen fruit she cultivated is also darker.
When Mu Wanwan ate the Baizhen fruit peel before, she thought it tasted pretty good and rustic. Every time she fed Mr. Long, the juice she squeezed out was also quite fragrant, but she didn’t expect the watery pulp inside to taste so good. The taste is hard to describe, a bit like an orange-flavored rotten apple, the kind that rots into water_(:з」∠)_
So after eating it once, Mu Wanwan never ate it again, and even felt a little sympathy for Mr. Long.
After she came here, among the three plants she cultivated, burning grass was not considered a spiritual plant. Let’s not mention the fruits of Baizhenguo and Bixingcao. One only has the skin and is delicious, while the other tastes bitter. Very.
It is not as delicious as the fruits grown by ordinary people.
After Mu Wanwan finished his work, he cultivated some seedlings. Seeing that the weather was almost dark, he was worried that it would rain at night, so he put his clothes in first and went to the study room of the side hall to check the time——
Today is the fifth day since she woke up. She started to fall into coma on the third day after she came back. Counting the days before and after, it adds up to about eight days.
The main reason is that she doesn't know how long she has been unconscious for. If she is unconscious for a long time, it is actually time for her to go out.
Moreover, it’s almost time for the next monthly newsletter.
She went out not long after Fuliu sent her her monthly routine. She has gone out twice now. After this time, in ten days, their monthly routine will arrive.
Mu Wanwan was thinking about her family's assets. After thinking about it, she decided to put all the cultivated plants into the Qiankun bag and go out to try it out tomorrow morning.
The main reason is that I have finished eating the spiritual rice at home and need to replenish some.
After all, the cost of raising a dragon is high, so she always feels guilty if she doesn’t feed Mr. Long spiritual rice. Moreover, there are very few impurities in spiritual rice. If eaten, most of it will turn into energy and be absorbed by the body, which will be better for practitioners.
Although she hasn't slept these days, she still has some fruits in her hand that can be sold for money.
The price of Baizhen Fruit is higher than that of Bixingcao. Three Baizhen Fruits can be exchanged for one low-grade spiritual stone. Calculated, if she goes well tomorrow, she can exchange for 20 low-grade spiritual stones, which is still a bit small. .
Mu Wanwan frowned, wondering whether Uncle Zong would collect the mature seedlings.
Actually, she knows that her speed is no longer slow. The main reason is that the fruits she cultivated these days need to be fed to Mr. Long, and she was delayed for a few days before. Fortunately, she advanced and became A second-level monk, otherwise he might not even have twenty low-grade spiritual stones.
Mu Wanwan sighed and packed up all the things he wanted to sell. After thinking about it, he also packed up the seedlings. Then he lit the lamp and started making bags.
When she really couldn't practice cultivation these days, she would make a purse with the rags and needlework she bought from the market.
Her needlework is pretty good. She used to sew and mend things when she was in the orphanage. She also joined a craft club when she was in college. She knew some simple embroidery, but only a little, so the purse she made was on They all just have simple patterns.
She has made three in the past few days, one with a bird embroidered on it, one with a flower embroidered on it, and the one in her hand, with...
Embroidered a pair of dragon horns.
To be precise, they are a pair of broken horns.
Even, next to the pair of broken horns, there is a pair of furry ears.
Although the embroidery cannot produce a fluffy effect.
Mu Wanwan didn’t know why she would embroider such a purse that was obviously unsaleable, but she faced Mr. Long and naturally began to embroider the broken corners. As she continued to embroider, she was almost finished orz
I should be able to finish the embroidery tonight.
Mu Wanwan held the needle and thread in her hand, moved a stool and sat beside the bed, with warm lights beside her, and in front of her eyes were the handkerchief that was almost finished and Mr. Long with his eyes closed quietly, feeling at peace.
She lowered her head and was doing needlework seriously, not noticing Mr. Long who had been lying quietly. His dark eyelashes trembled unnaturally and his ears trembled.
The side effects of losing half a drop of his heart's blood were greater than he thought. He had been in a painful coma for the past few days and had just regained some consciousness.
The meridians are still very painful, and the original core is not healed either. It is even a little darker than before, but the curse seems to be lighter. Mr. Long silently investigated his own situation, felt his dry and comfortable tail, and felt a hint of sweetness in his heart——
Originally, according to his estimation and the curse of the monsters, after he fell into coma this time, if there was no spiritual power to supplement, his tail would definitely rot.
But now it's not bad, which speaks volumes.
Mr. Long endured the constant pain and quietly found a trace of his consciousness——
He wanted to see her.