After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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Soon it was the day of departure, with the last experience, this time Mu Wanwan prepared many things before departure.

The first is the two silver coins that are required to enter the city. She was a little thankful that she didn't spend all the silver coins to buy meat after she came out of the market. Now she only has two silver coins in her net worth.

The lower-grade spirit stone was used by Mr. Long when he couldn't bear it, but fortunately his tail improved a lot during this time, and he did not continue to rot.

Second is the burning grass and blue star grass that entrust the family's future life hope.

In the past two days, she has almost squeezed out the spirit of the wood system to cultivate the seeds, and finally cultivated all the seeds the day before departure. It's just that it takes a long time to grow from seedlings to mature plants, so this time she can't take all the successfully cultivated seedlings to the market.

However, Mu Wanwan had the final say. The 150 burning grass seeds she had bought had been removed, and the seedlings that had failed to grow and some newly cultivated seedlings had been removed. A total of 108 burning grass had been harvested. Of the 30 Bixingcao seeds, 16 were harvested.

She has just cultivated mature burning grass, which is much tenderer and tenderer than those she saw in the kitchen. Bi Xingcao is a kind of blue plant, two long and thin leaves spread out, revealing a small round green translucent fruit in the middle.

According to common sense, this little translucent fruit is the essence of the entire Bixingcao.

Because there are still some seedlings of Bixingcao in the family, Mu Wanwan decided to take away all the mature Bixingcao and burning grass in exchange for money and seeds. Those at home waited for Mr. Long 's Baizhen fruit to be eaten for supplement.

Mu Wanwan thought, put all the things he wanted to take away in the back basket, washed his hands again, walked into the room, and inadvertently glanced at Mr. Long—

Maybe the spirit stones and Baizhen fruit she put in these days have a little effect. The blue and purple on the lips of Mr. Long faded away. The color of the tail was also a little brighter, just a little bit.

But at least it didn't seem as horrifying as the first time she saw him, and it was more like a living dragon.

It was already night. The lights in the room, the warm lights and the dragon lying on the bed made her feel less lonely.

Mu Wanwan walked over to the bed and sat down, took out the list he wrote down in ink and pen, and said to Mr. Long on the bed, "If it goes well this time, you can sell thirteen inferior spirit stones, and then you have to shave it off The cost of secondary seeds is estimated to be only ten inferior spirit stones for net profit. "

Mu Wanwan whispered, in fact, she didn't really want Mr. Long to know, but she didn't want to appear so lonely.

"It's all over the end of October now, and it's getting colder and colder, and some winter clothes and warm stones will be added." Mu Wanwan has some headaches. "It's not cheap.

Mr. Long lay quietly in bed listening to her thinking about tomorrow's plans and things missing at home. It was not a taste in his heart. The time he woke up these days was still very short. It can be considered good to have more than half an hour of waking time a day Too.

Under the dual action of Mu Lingwan 's spiritual power and his efforts, he finally connected the third broken pronucleus, which relieved some pain and curse, and allowed his right hand and wrist part to be Small-scale activities.

If you give him another half a month, maybe he can open his eyes and see her with his own eyes.

And in less than half an hour and an hour each day, the woman he saw was either caring for him or cultivating seeds. The only time for rest was when sleeping at night.

If he could, he really didn't want to make her a little more tired, but he was so incompetent. He couldn't do anything but accept her accident in bed.

This feeling of powerlessness was even stronger than when he was chased as a child.

Too strong, he sometimes even wants to wake up at any cost.

However, if he self-destructive cultivation wakes up to abandon the original core, it is also equivalent to giving up the possibility of further cultivation. It also amounts to becoming a truly crippled waste, even if it is really awake, I am afraid it is not a good thing for her.

He wanted to recover quickly and have enough strength to take her away and protect her well.

Mr. Long thought, his heart sullen, as if torn by guilt.

"Mr. Long, his face is so bad." Mu Wan bends for a long time. He is so bald that he wants to give up. He glances at Mr. Long's evil and handsome face, which is paler than usual. She even saw his A trace of blood spilled from the corners of the lips.

Could it be that the condition is serious again?

Mu Wanwan thought of the miserable appearance of the last time he vomited blood, stood up at once, picked up the ginseng, which was cut in half, and cut a small piece, and hurried to the bed, reaching out to grab him chin.

Slightly soft. Soft fingers pressed Mr. Long's lips, letting him escape from that self-blaming emotion.

Before Mr. Long had time to react, he felt that two tender fingers sandwiched the familiar ginseng piece, and gently opened his slightly sharp teeth and delivered it to his mouth.

It turned out that when he was in a coma, she fed him ginseng tablets like this, not ... that ...

The previous guess in his mind was completely denied, and Mr. Long was a bit unpleasant, but he soon realized what was happening, and the ears were a little hot.

This time it was just a little bit of anxiety, not as serious as before. But she is very anxious, so she actually cares about him, right?

Mr. Long's heart beat quietly a little faster, soft tongue. His head conditioned reflexed and licked slightly, like his instinctive swallowing porridge when he was in a coma.

Touching the fingertips of Mu Wan with hot and humid, one person and one dragon stiffened at the same time.

Mr. Long swears that he is really just a conditioned reflex, and even a little afraid that his wife disgusted him with nausea and did not dare to move it, just that her eyelashes were trembling and her ears were red.

But Mu Wanwan was stiff for a second. The fingertips that he licked were a little hot. She quickly pulled her fingers out, and there were lighted Jingjing on it. Mu Wanwan went out silently and washed his hands, pretending that nothing happened.

In fact, she felt a bit strange in her heart, and she couldn't say that she was disgusted, but she didn't like it too much. In short, it was very complicated. Anyway, when she changed Mr. Long 's ginseng film before, she would also touch his tongue, head and teeth, although Mr. Long did n't move before ...

Should it be a normal instinct?

Mu Wanwan meditated silently, after all, Mr. Long can also swallow by instinct, it is estimated that it is almost the same ...

She was just licked by the puppy!

Mu Wanwan found a similar excuse for himself, so he stopped thinking about it, and helped Mr. Long wipe off a little blood stain on his lips.

It was a dragon with a clear mouth. Barry contained ginseng slices, but he always thought of something else, his cheeks were always hot.

Fortunately, he had been awake for a long time today, and soon he couldn't hold up and passed out again, fighting the curse in his body.