I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan didn't know how she spent the night, because she was worried that Mr. Long would vomit blood again, so she never slept. Fortunately, she has become a second-order monk, and she is still very energetic the next day without sleeping. .

The spiritual power in the body is used a bit faster.

The sky gradually brightened outside, and Mr. Long's complexion seemed to be better than before, and he hadn't vomited blood for four or five hours. Mu Wanwan scavenged the last spiritual power in his body, cultivated the last seedling of the green star grass into a fruit, and fed it to Mr. Long.

Up to now, all their Baizhenguo and Bixingcao seedlings have been consumed, and now only a small half of ginseng is left, and two packets of seeds on her body, plus a few silver and copper coins.

It can even be said that it has reached the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted.

Mu Wanwan panicked. She was worried that Mr. Long would vomit blood before she had cultivated the next batch of spiritual fruits. Then she would really have to rely on the few ginsengs left.

Mu Wanwan forced herself to calm down, squeezed a handful of Mr. Long's hairy ears to calm her mind, and then sat cross-legged by the bed, closing her eyes and trying to absorb some spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

…In this continent shaped like a cat's feet, there are many races, and the cultivation methods of each race are very different.

Like the witch race, they have witch power from birth, can manipulate puppet insects, refine blood servant zombies, and are good at some vicious methods. In addition to the Dragon Race, some large monsters who cultivated human form gathered together. The special life alliances are all special lives on this continent with strange talents and skills.

These three tribes occupy three cat feet, connected to Mr. Long's territory, and share a set of equal ranks, except for human beings.

As the largest race on the mainland, the human race has good reproductive and creative abilities, but most of its strengths are weak, and there are very few human races with spiritual roots. There may not be one in ten thousand people. Therefore, although the number of human races is the largest, it is Still failed to occupy the largest piece of territory.

The people who live in the dragon territory, the metropolis choose to leave the dragon territory after reaching the second level of strength, and go to the human cultivation world to find a more suitable cultivation method.

In the human cultivation world, there is another way of dividing strength, such as the first-order strength before Mu Wanwan, which is called the refining period in the cultivation world, the second-order is the foundation building, and the third-order golden core , Fourth-order Transformation God, fifth-order Nie Ying, sixth-order Breaking Void, seventh-order Mahayana, and after that, they directly soared.

Although the father of the original body is a Tier 4 powerhouse, what the Mu family uses is only a very crude practice method. Mu Wanwan and Bai Shuiyao learn a set of influential methods. She is the spiritual root of the wood system, and Bai Shuiyao It is the water system.

The aura between heaven and earth is abundant in some places, and thin in some places.

For example, the place where Mu Wanwan and Mr. Long now live was originally the place with the most abundant spiritual power in the entire Dragon Mansion. However, after Mr. Long was defeated, Ao Qin directly modified the formation of the mansion. The spirit in their small courtyard The strength is getting thinner, so it's not as fast to recover from sleep as it is to practice.

But this time when she woke up, Mu Wanwan felt that she felt a lot better about the spiritual energy between heaven and earth than before. She tried to practice for more than half an hour, and the spiritual power in her body recovered by about one tenth, which is to cultivate a plant. Bistar grass seedlings to mature amount.

Mu Wanwan opened his eyes, took a seed of Green Stargrass, and cultivated a fruit in one breath, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

If she sleeps, she can restore all her spiritual power before, but she was only Tier 1 before, and all her spiritual power added up to less than one-third of the current one, and one sleep is usually seven hours.

If she doesn't sleep for these seven hours and keeps practicing, she can recover about seven-tenths of her spiritual power, which is more cost-effective than sleeping.

Mu Wanwan carefully laid out the blue star grass that was obviously more plump than the one he had cultivated at the previous level, and took another look at Mr. Long before hurriedly washing the dirty clothes and quilt.

After washing the quilt, Mu Wanwan warmed up the steamed eggs and ling rice porridge that he was going to feed the dragon last night. After regaining some strength, he paid attention to Mr. Long’s condition while nurturing the ling plant.

When Mr. Long didn't vomit blood at all and could finally eat some Lingmi porridge, Mu Wanwan had not slept for four consecutive days.

"Mr. Long, I'm so tired." Mu Wanwan carried the last bit of ling rice porridge into the room, and couldn't help complaining to another living dragon in the room.

These days, the temperature has dropped a few degrees, the weather has changed from sunny to cloudy, and it will rain again.

The yard, which had been deserted, seemed even colder.

She seems to be living a life of isolation, living in the cycle of nurturing spiritual plants and feeding dragons, and the whole person can't bear it.

Mu Wanwan sat next to him, fed him the last bit of Lingmi porridge, and then asked, "Mr. Long, can I touch your ears?"

"If you don't speak, I will assume that you have agreed." Mu Wanwan opened his eyes and said something to bully the plant dragon, and couldn't wait to put his hand on Mr. Long's white ears.

what! The touch is soft, the hair is thin and soft, although the area is not large, it is really healing!

She felt that she was tired these days, as if she had been swept away a lot by these hairy ears.

After touching it for a while, Mu Wanwan let go of his hand with unfinished talent, and sighed with a sigh of resignation to continue digging the soil to cultivate the spiritual plant.

Last time she brought back a lot of first-order Baizhen fruit and Bixingcao seeds from Uncle Zong. During this period, she has cultivated some one after another. After removing the food for Mr. Long, there are now 28 hundred seeds that can be harvested. The fruits of rare fruit, forty fruits of Bixingcao, and the total number of seedlings of Bixingcao and Bixingcao are 17 plants.

Baizhen fruit is the kind of fruit that Ao Qin sent before. The first-order one is slightly smaller than the second-order fruit, but it is larger than the fruit of the blue star grass. The spiritual power required to cultivate a 100-thin fruit is higher than that of the blue star. There should be more grass, and the Baizhen fruit she cultivated should be darker.

When Mu Wanwan ate the peel of Baizhen fruit before, she still felt that the taste was still rusty, and the juice she squeezed out every time he fed Mr. Long was also very fragrant, but I didn’t expect the full watery flesh inside, but it tasted very tasty. It's hard to describe in a word, a bit like orange-flavored rotten apples, the kind that rot into water.

So after eating it once, Mu Wanwan never ate it again, and even sympathized with Mr. Long a little bit.

After she came here, among the three plants that she cultivated, Burning Grass was not considered Lingzhi. Let alone the Baizhen fruit and Bixingcao fruit, one only had the delicious skin, and the other was very bitter.

It's not as delicious as the fruits grown by ordinary people.

After Mu Wanwan finished her work, she cultivated some seedlings. Seeing that the weather was almost clear, she was worried that it would rain at night, so she put her clothes in first, and went to the study in the side hall to take a look at the time...

Today is the fifth day after she woke up. She started to fall into a coma on the third day after she came back. It was about eight more days together.

The main reason is that she doesn't know how long she has been in a coma now. If she is in a coma for a long time, she has actually reached the time to go out.

Moreover, the time for the next monthly rule is approaching.

She left shortly after Fuliu sent her the monthly rule. Now she has gone out twice. After going out this time, ten days later, it is estimated that their monthly rule will arrive.

Mu Wanwan thought about the assets of the family, and decided to put all the cultivated plants into the Qiankun bag first, and go out tomorrow morning to try.

The main reason is that I have finished eating the spiritual rice at home, so I need to add some more.

After all, the cost of raising dragons is high, and she always feels guilty if she doesn't eat Lingmi for Mr. Long. Moreover, spiritual rice contains very few impurities. It will turn into energy and be absorbed by the body after eating it, which will be better for practitioners.

Although she hasn't slept in the past few days, she has more fruits in her hands that can be sold.

The price of Baizhenguo is higher than that of Bixingcao. Three Baizhenguo can be exchanged for a low-grade spirit stone. If you count it, if she goes well tomorrow, she can exchange for 20 low-grade spirit stones, which is still a bit less.

Mu Wanwan frowned, wondering if Uncle Zong confiscated the mature seedlings.

In fact, she knows that she is not slow now, mainly because the fruits she cultivated these days still need to be fed to Mr. Long, and she also delayed a few days before. Fortunately, she advanced and became a second-order monk. , Otherwise I’m afraid I don’t even have 20 low-grade spirit stones.

Mu Wanwan sighed and installed everything he wanted to sell. After thinking about it, he installed the seedlings too, then lit the lamp and started making purses.

When she hasn't practiced in these few days, she will make a purse with the rags and needlework she bought from the market.

Her needlework is still good. She used to have to sew up when she was in the orphanage. When she was in college, she also joined a handicraft company. She knew a little bit of simple embroidery, but it was only a little bit. So all the purses she made were only with A simple pattern.

In the past few days, she has made three, one with a bird embroidered on it, one with a flower embroidered on it, and this one in her hand, on it...

Embroidered a pair of dragon horns.

To be precise, it is a pair of broken corners.

There is even a pair of hairy ears beside the pair of broken horns.

Although embroidered can not produce the effect of fluffy hair.

Mu Wanwan didn't know why she embroidered this kind of purse that was obviously unsellable, but when she faced Mr. Long, she naturally began to embroider the broken corners, and when she embroidered, she was almost finished.

It should be finished tonight.

Mu Wanwan took the needle and thread in his hand, moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, with a warm light next to him, the handkerchief that was about to be completed and the quiet Mr. Long with his eyes closed, calm and peaceful.

She lowered her head to do needlework seriously, and did not notice Mr. Long who had been lying quietly. Ya Hei's eyelashes trembled unnaturally, and her ears trembled.

The side effects of losing half a drop of effort are bigger than he thought. He has been in a painful coma these days, and he has just regained some consciousness.

The meridians are still very painful, and the pronucleus is not good, even slightly faint than before, but the curse seems to be lighter. Mr. Long silently inspected his situation, felt his dry and comfortable tail, and there was a trace of so sweetness in his heart...

Originally, according to his estimation and the curse of the monsters, after being unconscious this time, if there is no spiritual power to supplement, his tail will inevitably rot.

But it's not bad now, and it's very telling.

Mr. Long endured the constant pain, and quietly revealed a trace of spiritual knowledge...

He wants to see her.