I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 51|Fifty one dragon

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Mr. Long waited for a long time until his meridians showed signs of cracking.

Even the overburdened pronucleus in the body showed signs of instability.

He woke up for too long today and consumed too much.

"..." Mr. Long's face gradually turned pale, and he was about to be driven crazy by the speculation in his mind. He could hardly wait any longer. If Mu Wanwan didn't come back, maybe he would have to Went to find her.

The eyes gradually dimmed, and Mengmeng, who had the Qiankun bag hanging around his neck, was tired of staring at him. He probably thought that the dragon was hopeless, but he didn't dare to rub his ears, so he had to lie on the table and chew them. Two first-order Bixingcao fruits left behind by Mu Wanwan before going out.

After Mengmeng had eaten her fill, she did not forget about the spiritual chicken cub in the yard. She gnawed the remaining peel of the fruit in her mouth, slowly, while holding a certain dragon and not wanting to pay attention to it, she muttered. Mu Wanwan opened the ventilated window and jumped out.

Mengmeng sent the peel to the cage containing the spiritual chicken cubs, chirping to express her love.

Its increasingly round body was stained with a lot of sticky juice, and it also made a mess in the chicken cage. If Mu Wanwan came back and didn't give it a loving "touch", there would be something wrong.

But Mengmeng is proud. It has no objections to the three bright yellow chicken cubs. It blinked its **** eyes, glanced at the closed door, and then looked at the fruit peels. The chickens decisively chose to accompany them outside the yard.

So, when Mu Wanwan said goodbye to Hongye and opened the courtyard door, what he saw was a certain chirp and three bright yellow chicken cubs crowded in a cage, covered with juice and dirt. look.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

This chirp is really getting bolder and bolder.

She was helpless and closed the courtyard door, "Mengmeng, why did you come here."

Her voice was not loud, but it was enough to make Mr. Long, who was about to turn into a wife-watching stone, tremble all over——

The lady is back.

Great.

Nothing happened to her.

Mr. Long quickly flashed through these thoughts, and his tense heart relaxed. He endured the pain and quickly lay down.

Just fine, madam.

Wait until he wakes up next time, and then use his spiritual consciousness to look at her.

Mr. Long's fingers rubbed against the cool sheets, his dark eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes.

......

Mu Wanwan took Maojiu out from the pile of spiritual chickens. Mengmeng’s fur was much fluffier than when she first picked it up. Because she was still a cub, her fur was very soft, which made Mu Wanwan I thought it had gained weight.

But when she took a bath last time, Mu Wanwan knew that her Maojiu was not fat, but just hairy_(:з」∠)_

Normally, Maojiu is a very clean little Jiujiu, and usually maintains a chubby and cute image. Today, he suddenly put such a layer of sticky mud on the little scarf...

Eh?

Why is there something tied to the scarf?

Mu Wanwan glanced at Mengmeng’s neck, which was tied to a small and dirty thing covered in mud. He sighed and carried Mengmeng back to the room. Long was still lying down well. , it seems that everything is calm at home.

She put Mengmeng on the table and put down the backpack, and then she was able to look at the things hanging around Mengmeng's neck.

Tie a thin needle and thread to Maojiu's little scarf, Mu Wanwan was careful not to hurt Mengmeng's head, and took off the thing that was less than half the size of her palm——

It’s a...

Qiankun bag?

It looks almost the same as the one Uncle Zong gave her.

Mu Wanwan tentatively input a bit of spiritual power, but there was no change. She tried a few more times without giving up, but the result was still no change.

Does this cloth bag just look like a Qiankun bag?

"Chirp!" Mengmeng rubbed Mu Wanwan's hand with her dirty head, her little wings trembled, and then she was about to jump to the bed where Mr. Long was lying under Mu Wanwan's gaze.

Mu Wanwan put down the Qiankun bag that Mr. Long worked so hard to get in his hand, thinking it was the garbage that Mengmeng picked up from somewhere...

Please forgive me for being an ignorant modern person. Not only can I not recognize the middle-grade Qiankun bag, but I can’t recognize its owner...

But Mr. Long was preoccupied with his wife’s smile after receiving the gift, so he didn’t think much about this issue.

So, the gift that was finally robbed was placed in its nest like a toy picked up by Mengmeng.

Mu Wanwan washed Maojiu, cleaned the cage of the chicken cubs, sorted the things he bought, took care of the housework, and made dinner.

Now that the weather is getting colder, she is good at cooking, and her hands for washing clothes are like fruits and carrots, so Mu Wanwan now puts some things to be washed and waits to be washed together at noon.

She came back late today, and after cultivating a few second-level Bixingcao plants to feed Mr. Long, she felt very tired. She went to the study and copied a copy of the elixir prescription given by Uncle Zong——

The materials for the first-level spirit-rejuvenating elixir are the first-level spirit-reviving fruit and three plants: bellflower and dredging flower.

Huiling fruit is the main material, dredging flower is used to purify and eliminate impurities, and bellflower is used to improve the quality and effect of the elixir.

The materials for the first-level Blood Coagulation Pill are much more complicated. They also require dredging flowers and bellflowers, but the main materials are second-level plants——

Ningxue.

This kind of spiritual plant naturally grows in cold places, and the number is not too large. The higher the level of Ningxue, the more high-level monsters will be around to guard it. The low-level ones are not difficult to get. .

Artificial cultivation is also difficult. This time Mu Wanwan only had fifty Ningxue seeds in his hand.

Ningxue Dan has only one function, which is to provide high-quality treatment and remove some negative effects. The higher the level, the more effective it is, and its effect on monsters is doubled.

It seems that the Spiritual Recovery Pill, which has no recovery effect, is useful, but if you think about it carefully, you will know how important the Ningxue Pill is.

Suppose two monks of similar strength are out exploring and are bitten by a poisonous snake at the same time when their spiritual power is almost exhausted. If a monk eats a spirit-rejuvenating pill, he will recover some spiritual power and can use his spiritual power to resist the snake venom in his body. However, if he consumes the pill and does not eliminate the poison from his body, he may still die.

Although the person who ate the Ningxue Pill could not recover any spiritual power, he could completely drain the poison from his body under the action of the pill. As long as he was not bitten again, he would generally be able to survive.

In general, Ningxue Pill is probably a more versatile detoxification pill plus a blood recovery pill, Mu Wanwan thought.

After she copied the recipe for the elixir, she probably figured out the required ingredients, rubbed her forehead, completed the cleaning work for the whole family (she, Mao Jiu, and Mr. Long), and got ready to go to bed——

She was very tired today, mainly because she was mentally tired. She had a bunch of new things to do starting tomorrow and wanted to go to bed early.

Mu Wanwan made the bed, and suddenly found that the corner of the quilt covered by Mr. Long moved.

Because she was worried that Mr. Long’s tail would be frozen, she folded the quilt every time, but today’s quilt seemed to have been lifted.

Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. She had never noticed this detail before she came back. Could it be that someone came to bully Mr. Long when she was not at home?

Mu Wanwan felt a little anxious when she thought of this, and lifted Mr. Long’s quilt——

The upper body is wearing the clothes he changed after taking a bath last time. There is no blood stain. The tail is also in good condition. The scales have been changed, and some withered and yellow scales are about to fall off. Compared with Mr. Xiaolong's tail, it lacks some furry tips, is bald and ugly, is much thicker and larger.

But it was much better than the miserable appearance she saw the first time.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and gently touched the cold scales. There were no wounds, so he should be fine.

She looked at Mr. Long's handsome and evil face, reached out to touch his furry ears, and tucked his quilt back in place.

"啾~"

Mengmeng was about to fall asleep. When she saw Mu Wanwan coming back, she got up again. She flapped her little wings hard and tried hard to jump on the bed. She really couldn't bear it. She wanted to accuse the bad dragon. Behavior.

Mu Wanwan didn’t know what it wanted to do. She watched it point to the things in its nest for a while, then pointed hard at Mr. Long lying on the bed, and chirped hard.

"Do you want to rub your ears?" Mu Wanwan thought that Mao Jiu wanted to rub Mr. Long's ears. After thinking about it, she decided to satisfy her little Jiu and carried Jiu to the bedside, but Mao Jiu I just rubbed Mr. Long’s ear very restrainedly, and then started to step on his face hard=_=!

Mu Wanwan sighed, patted Mengmeng's head, "Stop making trouble."

Mengmeng feels wronged, but Mengmeng doesn’t want to speak.

Mengmeng bent her **** towards Mu.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She was tired.

The lights turned out and the room suddenly became dark. Mu Wanwan lay down and said softly, "Mr. Long, Mengmeng, good night."

She quickly fell asleep and the room became quiet.

About two or three hours later, Mr. Long woke up.

He blinked lightly. His golden eyes were still normal due to the way he made his wife cry with his bright golden eyes last time.

It was just that the ugly black and red lines and broken horns on the face were still very furry, and the tail on the lower body, after thinking about it, shyly turned into a pair of legs.

Although she wasn't wearing (??) clothes, she probably wouldn't know it through the quilt.

Mr. Long, this shameless dragon, turned over gently and slowly.

His night vision is very good. When he turned over, he could just see Mu Wanwan sleeping peacefully. She was tightly wrapped in the quilt, with a little black and blue under her eyes. She must have been too tired recently.

With a hint of bitterness in his heart, Mr. Long thought about how his wife made money, and he could see it clearly.

From marrying him to now.

I never ate good food or wore beautiful clothes. I did boring things all day long, but I never complained or disliked him.

However, with the things he robbed, she should be able to live a slightly better life.

Mr. Long thought that when he recovers in a while, he will go outside and bring back all the treasures to her.

Mr. Long's facial expression remained unchanged when facing his wife's face. The night covered his cheeks that were gradually turning red.

Right.

He wanted to touch the sapphire bracelet he asked Mao Jiu to give her——

Although Madam didn’t know it was from him, in Mr. Long’s heart, if Mu Wanwan wore it, it would mean she accepted him, and she would always be with him and be trapped by him.

Quietly, warm palms penetrated Mu's crooked quilt and carefully touched the bracelet on her hand.

Huh?

Why not?

Mr. Long felt something was wrong. He reached out his consciousness and found the middle-grade Qiankun bag in Mengmeng's nest, where he was sleeping soundly.

Mr. Long: "......"

Calm down dragon!

His dark eyelashes trembled before he thought of the reason——

He had forgotten that identifying the owner of a mid-grade Qiankun Bag is not like low-grade ones, which only require spiritual power. You need to use spiritual consciousness or blood to identify the owner. Madam probably doesn't know that.

Mr. Long thought calmly for a while, released his spiritual power, gently turned Mao Jiu over, and then took the Qiankun bag in his hand. Okay, the next step is to get the wife's blood.

He gently lifted one of Mu Wanwan's arms, and carefully released a trace of spiritual power, piercing Mu Wanwan's fingertips like a needle.

The bright red blood slowly poured out. Mr. Long frowned in pain. He quickly took a drop of blood and put it on the Qiankun bag. He couldn't wait to see if the identity of the owner was successful, so he leaned over and put her finger on it. He put the tip in his mouth and licked it gently.

Dragon saliva can speed up wound healing.

He swore he didn't think about anything when he was doing this.

But after licking it, I suddenly felt something was wrong, and the whole dragon was about to burn.

Mu Wanwan was not completely unconscious. She felt like someone was touching her arm. Her fingertips were hot, as if they were soaked in something warm. She subconsciously moved her fingers... ....