I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Lan'er was very happy about Mu Wanwan's giving them two silver coins. Feng just took a deep look at her and stretched out his pale and thin palms as if he was about to receive some treasures. He took it, and held it tightly in his palm where Mu Wanwan hadn't noticed.

"Let's go." Feng turned around, leaning on a cane in one hand, and said flatly.

Mu Wanwan nodded, met Lan'er's happy smiling face, and followed the brother and sister.

Because of Feng's legs and feet, they walked very slowly, and they inevitably passed by many people during the period. The human race was okay. They just glanced at their siblings and looked away, but occasionally they ran into nowhere. The elven tribe with few beautiful looks can get an extremely ironic glance.

When passing by a rouge shop, a cute and lovely black-haired elf little girl called Lan'er directly, "Oh, isn't this Lan'er? Did you sell vegetables today?"

Mu Wanwan noticed that Lan'er's small fist was clenched for an instant, she bit her lip, and said loudly, "Why should I tell you!"

"Heh," the little girl rolled her beautiful eyes, "I don't want to know. Anyway, you can't pay the rent anymore. By then, the vegetables you have worked so hard to grow will not be mine!"

"You!" Lan'er was dying of anger, his face flushed, and he held back for a long time without saying a word.

Feng turned around silently, a pair of icy blue eyes glanced at the chattering little girl, the girl suddenly looked like a little chicken choked by her neck, and she snorted and stopped talking.

Mu Wanwan looked at Feng Yin and touched the tearful Lan'er's head, feeling sympathy, but thought of his own Mr. Long...

Because he was born with a birthmark, he was discriminated against by the people like this. Will Mr. Long have also experienced it. If it is said that in the elves where discrimination does not turn into substantial violence, it is just that the face is not perfect enough to be ridiculed in this way.

So, among the dragons, which have always been weak and predatory, and have more serious discrimination, they were born with five claws. When they were young, there was no way to perfect the human form of Mr. Long. How miserable it was.

Dragon meat is a great tonic for some monks of other races, and the dragon race discriminates against dragons that are different from them. Because of the five claws, Mr. Long can't perfectly transform into a human form and disguise as a cub of another race. What kind of childhood did you have?

In the original book it was just a brief mention, but now she remembered that Mr. Long is an orphan dragon, and there is no orphanage for the dragon clan. Where did the weak Mr. Long survive?

Mu Wanwan followed Feng, with the scene of Mr. Long lying on the blood-stained jade bed with his rotten tail in his mind. He just felt like he was lightly pricked by something. When he recovered, he had already Following the two brothers and sisters, they crossed almost half of the shops and reached the edge of the market.

The flow of people here is obviously much less, and only a few people will come here occasionally. Mu Wanwan noticed that there are very few elves here, and they are basically human races.

"That's it." Feng pointed to a somewhat run-down shop in the corner and walked in first.

"Senior." Lan'er tugged Mu Wanwan's sleeves with a small voice, "The owner is a lion orc with a bad temper."

"Nonsense, I have a good temper!"

Before Mu Wanwan could react, a rough voice sounded from the front. She raised her head and met an angular face. He was a somewhat older man. There are also some complicated patterns on his forehead, red, with three layers, according to the memory of the original body, it is the animal pattern of an orc.

This person's Eight Achievement was the shopkeeper that Lan'er said, and judging from the appearance of his beast patterns, he should be a Tier 3 orc warrior of the Fire Element.

"Senior, hello." Mu Wanwan said hello to the shopkeeper, who was very bold, "Lan'er and they brought you here, do you want to buy seeds or sell Lingzhi?"

The group said that they entered the shop. The shop was unexpectedly clean and tidy. As soon as he entered the door, he could see a curtain. It should be the owner who still lives here.

Outside the counter, there are two large wooden shelves, one with a lot of small grids on it, and the grids are marked on it, which is a place for storing seeds. On the other wooden shelf, some transparent utensils were used to hold some air-dried or fresh spiritual plants. Mu Wanwan saw the burning grass figure on the bottom layer of the second wooden shelf sharply.

She suddenly became a little excited, and expressed more gratitude to the two brothers and sisters Feng and Lan. It seemed that this shop was not only a place to sell seeds, but also Lingzhi would be recycled with a high probability.

"Just look at it, I haven't come to a new customer for a long time, hahaha." The lion clan store manager said to Mu Wanwan, "or just say what you want, I usually have it here."

Mu Wanwan's eyes brightened. She gratefully glanced at Feng, who was standing at the door silently, and asked, "Senior, I want to buy some burning grass seeds."

"Oh, burning grass seeds." The Lion Race Orcs glanced at her, "I have a lot of them here. Since Feng brought you here, I won't sell you expensively, one for a copper coin."

Mu Wanwan frowned slightly, one copper coin and one burning grass seed is equivalent to one dollar, and cultivating burning grass is risky. Generally, the success rate of cultivation for Tier 1 wood monks is about 60%, and According to her current spiritual power, cultivating ten seeds a day is the limit. In other words, with ten seeds, she may only be able to cultivate six burning grasses.

The principal is ten dollars. If one silver coin and one burning grass are sold at the market price, she can only earn five silver coins a day, five silver coins, not even half a low-grade spirit stone! Not to mention that she may not be able to find a seller who is willing to spend a silver coin to buy her a plant of burning grass.

Mu Wanwan quietly calculated the account in his heart, did not directly say how much he wanted, but raised a new question, "Senior, don't you know if you can collect the freshly cultivated burning grass?"

The Lion Race Orcs froze for a second, then laughed, "Yes, I want it here, why, you want to buy seeds from me, cultivate them and send them to me to make money?"

Mu Wanwan knew that this boss was not weak, and he was an old orc again, and his careful thoughts must not be hidden from him, so he did not hide it, "Senior, my lover is now seriously ill in bed. If Senior takes it here, I really appreciate it. Up."

She didn't know where the pain of the orc boss was hit by her words. His expression became fierce for an instant, and the beast patterns on his forehead suddenly turned red, and his fist hit the wall with a loud bang.

Mu Wanwan was startled, and saw the orc staring at him and let out a low roar, "If you lie to me, I will tear you up immediately."

Lan'er was also shocked, but Feng was unexpectedly calm, "Uncle Zong, calm down."

Mu Wanwan clearly heard that after Feng's voice fell, a slight cough came from behind the curtain, and after this cough sounded, the orc known as Uncle Zong calmed down almost immediately. The beast patterns gradually dimmed, and the original spiritual eyes dimmed for several points.

He twitched the corners of his mouth at Mu Wanwan who was stunned, "I accept it here. I can give you the market price, one silver coin, one plant, or you can exchange twelve burning grasses for one of my low-grade spirit stones."

Only then did Mu Wanwan notice that there was still the smell of Ruoyuowu medicine in this shop. She just thought it was the smell of Lingzhi and didn't care too much. Now combined with the coughing sound she just heard, she probably guessed it. , It was his own phrase "the lover who was sick and rebed" that provoked the orc who looked very heroic in front of him.

It is estimated that many people want discounts under the banner of themselves, but they have been found to be liars.

But even so, the orc was still willing to believe that he did not lie to him.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but said, "Senior, this junior has never lied."

"Don't say, how many seeds do you want, quickly get it and roll." The orc raised his eyebrows again, but Mu Wanwan, who saw through his soft temperament, raised his eyebrows and asked with a bit of an inch. There are some seeds, I wonder if seniors can help me see what they are?"

…

While Mu Wanwan was struggling to bargain with the orcs in the market, Mr. Long lying on the bed was suppressing the curse in his body with great pain.

He has done this all night.

In order not to let Mu Wanwan suddenly smell rancid when she was asleep.

Because there was no aura replenishment in the past two days, Mr. Long's body's pronucleus and meridians were broken, and he couldn't absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth under the suppression of the curse in his body.

However, Mr. Long's tail was finally uncontrollable, and it rotted again less than a quarter of an hour after Mu Wanwan left.

The fingertips trembled in pain, Mr. Long's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He could feel the pain of the scales cracking open and the flesh and blood being gouged out for an instant.

Obviously the room was cleaned up by Mu Wanwan, and the fragrance of soap plant wafted out, but at this moment, it was messed up by him, rancid and unpleasant.

If he can move, he can't wait to chop off half of his tail, but now, he can't do anything.

Mr. Long felt the slowly flowing rot, and his heart was barren like a land of thorns.

He is over, no one will always take care of an ugly dragon with a rotten tail like this without complaint. She was just Chongxi, why did she not dislike him?

When she comes back, the dream is over.