I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

In alchemy and careful testing of Mr. Long, time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was time to go out.

In the past few days, Mu Wanwan woke up very early and slept very late every day, in order to hurry up and refine some pills.

Mainly refining Hui Ling Pill, she can refine four or five furnaces a day, and there are about ten pills in one furnace. But she didn't succeed in producing the pill every time. Sometimes, because of some subtle control errors, the whole furnace of pill refining failed. So now, her daily income is about three middle-grade spirit stones.

Even if it were to be divided with Uncle Zong, that would be rich!

As for the materials, she discarded the parts that could not be refined, but contained impurities but could get rid of 80% of the rhizomes of Huilingguo and the rhizomes of dredging flowers. She still used it. One is that the pill she does not want to refine is too unique, and the other is that if only the most essential parts with scarce impurities are used, then the material is too small. Even if she cultivated a lot of seedlings during her enlightenment, it is estimated that Can't hold a few furnaces of pill.

She also tried refining the Ningxue Pill, which was much more difficult than the Lingering Pill. After two more failures, she abandoned all the impurity parts and ran out of all Ningxue, and finally succeeded this afternoon. Five Ningxue Pills were produced by refining.

When Ningxue Dan was condensing the Dan, the cute little eyes were almost sticking to it.

Mu Wanwan was also very happy. The situation of Ningxue Pill's condensing pill was very different from Hui Ling Pill. Along with the rich floral fragrance, five round white pill was suspended above the pill furnace, and the whole body was shiny white light.

Mu Wanwan quickly took the medicine back into the jade bottle and sealed it...

She had no experience at first and didn't know that the pill will lose a lot of its power when exposed to the air, so generally experienced alchemists will collect the pill at the moment when the pill is condensed into the pill.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng breathed the fragrance in the air, leaning her head and desperately rubbing against the jade bottle in Muwanwan's hand, trying to get a spirit recovery pill by selling her cuteness.

"Haha, itchy." Mu Wanwan patted its little head, but did not continue to indulge Mengmeng.

The Hui Ling Pill was eaten as soon as it was eaten. Ningxue Pill is now a very important thing, and it may not be available outside. It is very important to Uncle Zong and Mr. Long.

Of these five pills, she was going to give two to Uncle Zong, and the rest to Mr. Long.

Uncle Zong helped them too much. Without Uncle Zong and Aunt Yun, let alone earning spirit stones, cultivating spirits, planting alchemy, and raising dragons, I am afraid that she would have been eating chaffy vegetables already.

Now she finally has some strength, but she can't be ungrateful.

Mengmeng is a sensible twee, and it has nothing to do. It just tweeted twice in disappointment, then blinked, changed the target, tweeted like honey on her mouth, and wanted an impurity-free response. It's a panacea.

Mu Wanwan squeezed its small wings, preparing to feed it at night.

Most of those Huiling Fruits, bellflowers, and dredging flowers turned into Huiling Pills containing some impurities, and some were refined into orange-yellow unround Huiling Pills.

In addition to the previous ones, she now has one hundred and twenty-three ordinary spirit returning pills, twenty-five spirit returning pills without impurities, and five snow condensing pills.

"Come back." Mu Wanwan put away the furnace and cleaned the side hall. It is rare to eat spirit fruit instead of dinner at night, cook some spirit rice porridge, and stir a vegetable for himself.

As for Mr. Long...

He still eats the spirit fruit.

An orange-flavored Baizhen fruit with a rotten apple texture.

Who made him still not wake up, Mu Wanwan was washing the dishes, a little depressed.

She thought it was obvious what she was doing. These days and nights, she would wait until the dragon came over and snatched her hand secretly, and then went to sleep after seeing what he was going to do.

As a result, Mr. Long awkwardly pressed her head on his shoulder the first night, and it was gone.

The next night, a dragon tweeted her forehead, called her a couple of words, and then ended.

On the third night, she drew dragons to hold her hand, put her hand on her chest numbly, and put her hand on her chest for a while, and then fell asleep while holding her hand. In fact, Mu Wanwan didn't even understand what he was thinking. what.

Mu Wanwan is now a Buddha, she was very afraid of Mr. Long at first, worried that he was brutal and murderous as he said outside.

But these days, since she found him awake until now, he has been cautious, lest he disturbed her. In this way, Mu Wanwan doubted that he really did not realize that he was pretending to be asleep, and had already noticed that he was pretending to be asleep.

After probing for a few nights, the response she got was this kind of cherishment.

Mu Wanwan washed her hands and pressed her fingertips with water droplets on her hot cheeks, as if this way could suppress all the heat.

There must be something wrong with her, she actually thinks that Mr. Long, who has such a terrible face, who sneaks every day... is very cute.

Perhaps, does she really have some thoughts about Mr. Long?

Whether she wants to admit it or not, that ribbon of ambiguous feelings has gradually and irresistibly fermented.

Mu Wanwan walked out of the kitchen erratically, looking up at the setting sun...

Speaking of which, the weather during this period is very good.

Although the temperature is slowly decreasing, there will be a warm sun every day, and the clouds are plated with gold rims, like sweet cotton candy that has been burnt and scorched.

Mu Wanwan patted her cheek, thinking she must be crazy. In this cold palace and yard, there was no cuteness by her side. Although life is very fulfilling every day, she always feels very lonely. The feeling of seeing clouds like cotton candy.

Now, she has a pill that can be turned into a spirit stone in her pocket, and there are rows of seedlings in the yard. Mengmeng is playing with the spirit chicken, dragon.

As for the dragon, he doesn't rotten his tail anymore, he doesn't vomit blood anymore, and he pretends to sleep honestly every day. In fact, he takes better care of him than before.

Mu Wanwan felt a little funny, turned around and entered the house...

We are leaving tomorrow, and she still has a lot to do.

...

Early the next morning, Mu Wanwan finished the housework, and when he was about to go out, he saw the dragon's ears and eyelashes trembling at a glance.

She was a little bit bad, did not leave directly, walked to the bed, her voice mixed with a faint smile, softly, "Mr. Long, can I rub your ears?"

Mu Wanwan clearly saw a certain dragon's body stiffen slightly.

She looked at his face, which was unmodified and still covered with ugly lines, but felt that her cheeks were hot, "You don't speak..."

Mu Wanwan gently put his hand on his fluffy ear, and squeezed it carefully, "I will take it as you agreed."

She could feel him trembling, and even she trembles with a little sense of shyness. She obviously just wanted to tease the bad dragon pretending to be sleeping.

Mu Wanwan seemed to be scalded, only quickly touched two Mao's ears and then withdrew his hand, "Mr. Long, I'm leaving."

She carried the basket on her back, stood by the sunny door, paused, and said, "I will buy meat this time."

Mao Chuo also hugged a spiritual fruit and looked at her reluctantly, "Tweet! Tweet!"

It said that Mengmeng will be very good, and will see good or bad dragons!

...

Mu Wanwan locked the door of the yard, and met Hongye at the agreed place, and the two left the mansion.

"I'm going to the Human Race market this time." When the ox cart drove away from the mansion barrier, Mu Wanwan said to Hongye.

Hongye was a little surprised, "Why does Madam want to go to the Human Race Fair?"

Mu Wanwan smiled, "The Elves are good at planting too many people. I recently made a breakthrough in my cultivation. I bought some seeds from the Elves last time. This time I want to go to the Humans to see if there is anything. The way to earn spirit stones."

She knew that she would not be able to conceal the matter of her cultivation level for a long time, so she might as well admit it generously. And she has now seen through Hongye's cultivation base, a monk of the first-order late stage. Hongye is a very stable maid, who will not easily do some thankless things.

"The lady is indeed going right." Hongye smiled towards Mu Wanwan, secretly surprised...

Last time, she could also estimate some breath from this lady and judge her strength, but this time, she could not feel her breath at all.

Either this person has an adventure or her strength is too much above her.

"Hongye, take this spirit stone first." Mu Wanwan took out a low-grade spirit stone and stuffed it into her hand. The month is also a lot richer."

Hong Ye's hands were sweaty, and he took Ling Shi with a smile, "Thank you, Madam, Hong Ye will definitely not talk too much."

She really wasn't prepared to say more.

Although Master Aoqin said that they were being watched, except for the few days when Junshang was married, he would occasionally come to ask questions. During this time, he had never been there, and he had never sent anyone to him. Even if something happened to Fuliu, he didn't send any new people to respond.

If she goes to file a complaint, not only will she get no benefit, but she will also be in a different place, and without saying anything, she can get some benefits from Mu Wanwan every month, so why bother.

The ox cart drove slowly, and soon arrived at the market where the human and the dwarves were combined. Hongye had already figured it out, and got out of the ox cart with a smile, and said goodbye to Mu Wanwan with a smile.

Mu Wanwan was carrying a basket on his back, watching the pedestrians coming and going on the road, and squeezed the edge of the veil...

The combined bazaar of the dwarves and humans is much larger than that of the elves. First of all, the gate of the toll booth is much more impressive, about twice as big as the elves, and there is a large block directly in front of the main gate of the bazaar. Half-person high test stone.

On both sides of the test stone, stood two rows of monks, one row of human races and one row of dwarven races.

The monks of the human race are nothing unusual, most of them are young and middle-aged monks.

When Mu Wanwan went to the fair of the elves before, his strength was still weak. There was no way to estimate the cultivation level of the monks at the door. Now his strength is a little bit stronger, but you can see that, most of these are Tier 2 to Tier 3 Monk, there are also a few that she can't tell just by looking at the breath.

As for the dwarves, Mu Wanwan felt a little bit new, and this was the first time she saw the dwarves.