I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 55|Fifty-five dragons

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By the time Mu Wanwan completely woke up from the epiphany, it was already three days later in the afternoon.

As soon as she regained consciousness, she felt as if her pores were covered with something, which made her very uncomfortable. She opened her eyes and saw a pile of seedlings and discarded seeds in front of her.

Only a few seeds were left aside. There were seedlings and flower buds waiting to bloom on the table and on the ground. At a glance, it was hard to estimate the number.

Mu Wanwan touched his face and found something greasy and dirty in his hand.

Is your practice more advanced this time?

She quickly looked inside her body——

Most of the spiritual power that was originally liquefied in the Dantian has actually formed into a small golden elixir.

Not big, not even particularly complete. The shape is not perfect, but it is truly solid. A semicircular golden elixir with several holes missing is suspended in her Dantian, surrounded by dense spiritual energy. , swirling around the golden elixir bit by bit.

It’s a pill!

Did she become a third-level monk just like that?

Isn’t it said that it is very, very difficult to go from foundation building to golden elixir? Without the assistance of elixir, the success rate is low and painful? Why does she feel like it's not that difficult?

After a brief moment of surprise and shock, Mu Wanwan suddenly became happy, and even had a little complicated joy——

She didn't expect that she actually had such an extraordinary talent. At first, she just thought that her spiritual power might be a little special. She didn't expect that she could complete the feat of upgrading without pills or spiritual stones and without pain.

But she wasn't happy for long before Mengmeng's chirping voice full of resentment awakened her senses.

"Chiu..." Mengmeng Qiu lay down on her half-dark nest, her little scarf also a bit dark, and the whole Chiu felt aggrieved.

Mu Wanwan relented after a moment. Even though Mengmeng made her nest dirty, she was not very angry. She was also dirty now.

"Chirp!" Mengmeng chirped loudly, and then covered her head with her small wings, as if she was an indifferent chirp who didn't want to talk to Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She has had Jiu for a while, and is much more familiar with Mengmeng’s little temper than with Mr. Long. It can be seen from Mengmeng’s current behavior that he is very unhappy.

In fact, Mengmeng has always been more than an ordinary chirp in her mind. Its spirituality is much higher than that of modern cats and dogs, and it can even express its own emotions. This time, Mengmeng was probably angry because she had an epiphany and ignored it for several days.

As for food, Mu Wanwan is not too worried about Mengmeng being hungry. She sometimes cultivates some seeds of bistar grass and Baizhen fruit while cultivating spiritual plants. The surplus food at home is enough for Mengmeng to eat. Ten days.

However, you still have to coax.

Mu Wanwan carefully walked around the seedlings on the ground, took out a second-order Bixingcao seed from the Qiankun bag, walked straight to Mao Jiu, and carefully poked its little wings. Meng Meng felt awkward. After a while, he carefully poked his head out and looked at her with his eyes open.

Mu Wanwan spread out the seeds in her palms. She was still a little uncomfortable with the use of her spiritual power, but soon, a gleaming green light emitted from her palms.

The green star grass seed that originally had to grow in the soil just broke out of its shell and slowly grew into a young seedling. Then, in Mengmeng's eyes, it became translucent little by little. The fruit is bigger and more fragrant than before!

Mengmeng has no future, and Mengmeng decided to succumb to the power of food_(:з」∠)_

Mao Jiu slowly climbed up, stretched out his small wings and hugged the fruit that was almost as big as his body, and dragged it back with too much force. He fell over and let out a scream of "chirp" .

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Bu Xing, Mengmeng has self-esteem, she has to hold back her laughter.

Mengmeng was stunned by the fall. She was stunned for several seconds before she got up. She chirped a little, ignored Mu Wanwan, and walked forward with difficulty holding the fruit in her arms.

Mu Wanwan felt that if it left again, the tragedy would happen again. Even though Mengmeng looked very cute, she still couldn't let her show off her strength.

"Where do you want to go?" Mu Wanwan carefully ignored Mao Jiu's little resistance and held the fruit together with Jiu Jiu in her hand.

"Chew..." Mengmeng resisted in vain, put down the fruit she was holding, and pointed to the door.

Mu walked around various seedlings scattered on the ground and brought Maojiu to the yard——

She saw at a glance several chicken cubs in cages.

They are crowded together, they are dirty, and there are several broken peels in the cage that exude an unpleasant smell...

When several chicks saw Mengmeng, they became excited and rushed forward.

"Chirp." Mao Jiu was also responding to them. Listening to the lively chirping in his ears, Mu Wanwan immediately guessed what happened. While he blamed himself, he felt even more sorry for Mao Jiu on his hand.

No wonder Mengmeng is unhappy. She used to feed these chickens on time, and she did not prepare some spiritual rice for these chickens in advance. I am afraid that they have not starved to death in the past few days because of Mengmeng's help. .

Mu Wanwan's heart ached, and she put Mengmeng on the ground and nodded her head, "Mengmeng, thank you."

Now she still leaves time for Xiaojiu. She goes to take a bath first, and then rushes to work before it gets dark. After a few days of enlightenment, there are a lot of things at home.

——Mengmeng chirped in confusion, and then saw Mu walking back in a crooked manner, forget it, what the two-legged beast was thinking chirped so he didn’t care and didn’t want to know! snort!

But Mu Wanwan walked away, and it still looked back at her cautiously. Seeing that the two-legged beast didn't look back, it became angry again.

Mu Wanwan said that she was really aggrieved and she just wanted to seize the time.

Before taking a bath, Mu Wanwan wanted to take off the sapphire bracelet on his wrist, but for some reason, the bracelet couldn't be pulled off.

I didn’t know it was from Mr. Long, but she really liked this beautiful bracelet.

Now, knowing that it was given by him but still unable to take it off, I feel a little bit weird. Mu Wanwan wiped her hair until it was half dry and started to clean up the house——

First, she cleaned up the seedlings on the ground and on the table. She had almost used a few packets of seeds. After finishing the packing, Mu Wanwan counted the seedlings. Among them, there were seventeen second-order Ningxue seedlings alone.

You know, she could only cultivate two Ningxue in one day at most.

There are also nearly 200 seedlings of bellflowers and dredging flowers in total, and there are also 70 or 80 saplings of Hui Lingguo.

At the end of the day, Mu Wanwan found that the newly purchased flower pots were not enough, so she had to plant seedlings of the same type together. The rain and dew evenly soaked the bag of spiritual soil, and then placed a pot of flowers with seedlings in it. The basin is set.

The rows of neatly arranged seedlings swayed with the slightly cold wind in the evening. Mu Wanwan looked at them and smiled with a smile that made him rich.

These are not seedlings swaying in the wind, these are spiritual stones!

The crystal clear spirit stone can be bought for anything!

With so many seedlings, even if they were not refined into elixirs, just selling them would be enough for her to make a profit from Ningxue alone.

Her spiritual power is now very abundant, which is enough to ripen the seedlings while making elixirs. Originally, based on her previous strength, it would have taken half a day just to collect the materials for a furnace of spirit-reviving elixir.

It’s different now, she has many seedlingsヽ(^▽^)ノ

She will try the elixir recipe tomorrow to see if she can refine the elixir. If she can, the value of the seedlings in front of her will increase several times!

After making money when she went out this time, she must buy herself a few sets of clothes, and Mr. Long...

Mr. Long’s pale face suddenly appeared in his mind, and Mu felt a little uncomfortable when he bent over——

She only bought him a set of coats... She used to think that he wouldn't wake up. In his half-dragon state, he bought so many clothes but couldn't put them on.

But now...he's awake, which is intriguing.

Mu Wanwan thought for a while and decided to add two pieces of clothing to Mr. Long when he goes out this time.

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After cleaning up the seedlings and the house, Mu Wanwan glanced at the sky and hurriedly washed Maojiu, a few chickens, and the dirty clothes.

Perhaps due to her advancement, her cold resistance level is much higher. Once the level has been raised to a certain level, many things can be learned by oneself without a teacher. Mu Wanwan tentatively wrapped a layer of spiritual power around his hands, like a pair of cold-proof gloves, turning the cold water into It's acceptable.

After washing a lot of clothes, it was almost dark. Mu Wanwan thought that according to the time, she should drag her tired body to prepare dinner according to the time. Her spiritual energy was usually drained.

But not only was she neither tired nor hungry today, she also felt in good spirits. This should also be a benefit after advancing.

For cultivators, at the first level of Qi refining period, their physical fitness will be much stronger than that of ordinary people, and their life span will be 100-150. After entering the foundation building, that is, the second level, the need for food will not be so strong. Relying on Bigu Pill, you can go without eating for a long time, and your life span will be 200-300.

Becoming a third-level monk is considered an outstanding talent among the human race, and her need for food has become dispensable, so there is no problem for her not to cook now.

Mu Wanwan did not cook. She cultivated several second-level Baizhen fruits, ate one herself, left one for Mengmeng, and fed the rest to the dragon.

It was still the familiar process of feeding the dragon, but Mu Wanwan's mentality had changed a lot. Every time she accidentally touched his lips, she felt very, very awkward. She didn't know whether it was more shame or numbness. .

It was just instinct that made her so embarrassed just by feeding him. If this person was deliberately unconscious in a few days, she would have to change his clothes, wash his hair, bathe and rub his tail...

Mu Wanwan’s cheeks felt hot and she bit her lip——

This dragon shouldn't be so shameless. He, maybe he will find out tonight that she is pretending to sleep.

However, Wanwan completely overestimated Mr. Long. When night fell and the ambiguous lights in the room went out, Mao Jiu and she both fell into a "sleep", and Mr. Long also quietly woke up.

Because his wife had an epiphany in the past few days, he simply woke up only once a day at night to see if she had advanced from the state of epiphany.

It was the same tonight. His consciousness went around in a circle and rested on Mu's bulging quilt.

The madam came out of the epiphany state, the madam advanced, the madam slept next to him.

Mr. Long thought quickly and suddenly became happy——

He could finally touch her.

Well, the first step is to make yourself look better.

Mr. Long's long eyelashes flashed, and in the next moment, he turned into a human form and moved quietly.

Mu Wanwan is no longer the second-level Mu Wanwan. She is sharper than before. She will know when Mr. Long moves.

Her heartbeat was a little fast, but after the last experience of pretending to sleep, she was much calmer.

In fact, when she went to bed tonight, in order to avoid something particularly embarrassing happening at night, she deliberately half-buried her head in the quilt this time.

So it is even more difficult for Mr. Long to touch Madam.

A certain dragon, who was a little shy and panicked when he did something wrong, just naively thought that the lady was a little cold tonight_(:з」∠)_

In fact, Long knew that his wife, who was already a third-level powerhouse, must be easily woken up, but he knew the taste of the marrow and was lucky——

After all, she had never woken up before, and she was sleeping soundly. He was gentler, he was gentler.

He secretly used his spiritual power to heat himself, and then slowly, bit by bit, he reached out his palm.

Then...

I accidentally touched her waist...

Forgive her for sleeping on her side and facing Mr. Long tonight, with both hands on her chest.

So Mr. Long searched for Madam's hand for a long time, but finally touched her waist.

His touch was very light, and his palms were hot. Her waist was sensitive and itchy, so she arched her waist slightly almost reflexively, and then she suppressed the urge to escape.

Mr. Long almost realized the softness that was different from his palm the moment he touched her waist, and immediately retracted his palm as if it was ignited.

He, he, he didn't mean it.

However, it was very soft and teasing, and the dragon almost couldn't breathe.

Mu Wanwan’s expression was very complicated. She understood Mr. Long less and less.

"Madam..." After a long time, Mr. Long murmured, slowly, as if it was difficult to say, "I..."

"I want to kiss you."

Mu Wanwan was shocked. Before she could react, she heard his hoarse voice and tried to restrain herself, "I won't hurt you."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mu Wanwan: "???"

It hurts? Why does kissing hurt...could it be...

She endured the strange feeling in her heart, and her ears turned red——

No, the progress is going too fast, and she is not ready to fulfill her marital obligations.

As a result, Mu Wanwan waited for a long time before he felt that his quilt was gently pushed open. The cold air from the outside hit her face, making her shiver inexplicably.

She was a little nervous and her hands were shaking. Why hadn't Mr. Long noticed that she was awake yet?

She didn't know that Mr. Long was more nervous than she was, and he slowly approached her.

Until the breaths are touching and the tips of the noses are touching.

His long eyelashes brushed against her cheeks, making the itchy person want to reach out and scratch them. The sound of breathing gradually heated up in my ears, which was very uncomfortable.

Mu Wanwan endured this sour feeling for more than ten minutes, and her lips were stained by the dragon's breath as if they were wearing moisturizing lipstick.

The feeling of shyness gradually faded away, and she just wanted to press Mr. Long’s head and ask him to kiss her quickly. She really wanted to scratch her face! qwq

Mr. Long was also mentally prepared during this long dark night and finally mustered up the courage——

Gently, gently, he pressed his lips to hers.

It separated quickly in just one breath, like a soft feather, swaying gently in the wind and drifting away.