I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

In the end, Mu Wanwan simulated several alchemy procedures and methods based on the double prompts of Mr. Long and Mao Chiu, and prepared to try them one by one.

There were not many seedlings in Ningxue. Yesterday, one failed and wasted one. Today, one was eaten by Mengmeng, and only fifteen were left, so Mu Wanwan was going to try to return to the spirit pill.

This time she carefully divided Hui Ling Guo into three parts. After thinking about it, she decided to take the most essential part first. Even though it might be a waste of the first time, she still wanted to refine the pill first.

There should be no problem with the alchemy. Mu Wanwan retrieved the pulp of the spirit fruit, plus removed the bellflower and the flower center of the dredging flower from the lower rhizome, and went to the side hall to prepare for alchemy, and Mengmeng followed Come together.

The pill furnace slowly floated. With yesterday's experience, Mu Wanwan controlled the pill fire a lot more smoothly. When the flame rose, Mao Chuo jumped excitedly on the side.

Mu Wanwan smiled, calmly, first put the bellflower with impurities removed into the pill furnace, and controlled the pill fire. After a while, he used his spiritual force to hold the bellflower's juice suspended in mid-air.

This time, the liquid mass was not the deep green that yesterday, but the color was lighter.

Mu Wanwan felt a little emboldened in his heart, and put the pulp of Hui Lingguo into the pill furnace, while controlling the pill fire with his spiritual power, while observing the degree of melting.

It was amazing, this time her spiritual power penetrated into the flesh, as if she could feel the pure energy in it. With a move in Mu Wanwan's heart, she slowly controlled her spiritual power to wander in the semi-solid Hui Ling Guo essence for a moment, and suddenly touched some small gray spots that were not perfect.

These are impurities?

Mu Wanwan's eyes brightened, and she concentrated on controlling her spiritual power, covering those tiny gray dots, and removing them out. Fortunately, there were not many impurities in this half-solidified essence, and she probably spent less than half of it. Get rid of all the small gray spots in a small hour.

After all they were taken out, they floated aside, and at first glance, there was still a ash mass about the size of half a thumb.

Even the parts that Mengmeng doesn't dislike have so many impurities, so the parts that cannot be used should have more impurities.

Mu Wanwan thought for a while, suspending the essence of Huilingguo, and probing his spiritual power into the liquid mass of bellflower. As expected, there are impurities like small gray dots in it, but the color is brown, particles Shape and volume are relatively large.

After cleaning up the impurities in the two materials, Mu Wanwan took a breath, took the heart of the dredging flower, and condensed a light blue liquid mass according to the above steps.

Mengmeng stared at her refining alchemy intently, very well-behaved.

Mu Wanwan shook his hands to control his spiritual power, and carefully added the essence of the three groups to the pill furnace. He was highly concentrated. If he had to condense the pill, he must not fail!

The three groups of light green, light blue and amber essences slowly approached under the control of spiritual power...

This time, Mu Wanwan did not attempt to use brute force to condense the materials like last time, but gently pulled out the spiritual power that was between the three essences.

She was ready to fail, but this time, the essence of the three groups slowly condensed together, mixed into a large liquid group of three colors, rotating in the pill furnace.

Mu Wanwan rubbed the liquid mass with spiritual power like stirring, while controlling the spiritual power to increase the pill fire, the liquid mass became smaller and firmer.

She was completely immersed in it. I don't know how long it took, but only heard a "click", a slight cracking sound came from the pill furnace, a burst of pill medicine's unique fragrance drifted out, and three pill medicine rushed out of the pill furnace. Hanging in mid-air.

Mu Wanwan gazed at the pill he had just refined with joy, and his smile solidified on his lips...

Why is the Ling Pill this time a bit different from what she saw at the pill shop before?

The taste is indeed more fragrant than the Hui Ling Dan in the shop, and the spiritual power is also stronger, but the color and shape seem to be a little bit wrong.

The Huiling Pill of other people's home is light brown, round, and a small pill with a shiny appearance.

The Hui Ling Pill she cultivated was orange, mammoth, pitted, and it didn't look round at all.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng was very excited, waving her little wings, and flying with her increasingly plump body.

Mu Wanwan felt bad and stood up immediately, but she still couldn't stop Mengmeng. She watched her mouth open, and then swallowed a spirit-returning pill.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

I'm so angry, but I can't do anything about it.

"Mengmeng!" She wanted to catch Chiu back for a fight, but before she could do it, Mengmeng fell from mid-air like drunk, and she was about to fall into the pill furnace, Mu Wan Wan Xin was anxious, and grabbed Chuo back into her hand.

"Tweet!"

good to eat.

The Spirit Recovery Pill is very powerful, and it hits Chiu's body to make it warm, and immediately he doesn't want to fly. Anyway, there will be two-legged beasts taking care of it.

If Mu Wanwan knew what Mao Chiu thought, he would probably throw this fat chiu away immediately.

But she was a little worried now, and quickly put the two spirit pills into the jade bottle, and returned to the room with Mengmeng. Putting Tweet in its nest, subconsciously rubbing her cute belly with one hand, hoping that it won't have any trouble.

Then Mengmeng and Mengmeng were so comfortable, they hiccuped two full, kicked their calves and fell asleep.

This time, Mu Wanwan was violent. She thought that the pill she had made was poisonous and Mao Chuo was poisoned to death.

She anxiously took out a pill and put it in her hand, trying to calm down and feel the ingredients in the pill. There are only warm spiritual power and spiritual plant essence, and there are no toxic ingredients, and she also made it according to the pill. , It should be okay, it should be okay.

Mu Wanwan took two deep breaths and calmed down. He didn't touch Mao Chuo's body again. After observing for a while, he noticed the slight ups and downs of its fluffy belly.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She rubbed her forehead helplessly, put the jade bottle containing the medicine pill on the table, and was about to refine some Huiling Pills. This time she wanted to try adding some leaves with impurities, maybe she did it. Different from others is because of impurities.

Mu Wan bent out of the door, Mao Chuo fell asleep contentedly, and the dragon secretly woke up.

Because Madam has a special role for Lingzhi, the curse in his body has been reduced a bit. Although it still makes him very painful, he has already suffered much better under the suppression of most of the divine consciousness and spiritual power, and he wants to take advantage of it. Madam Zhu hasn't disliked him and get closer to her when he hasn't cultivated spiritual consciousness.

It's...

He finally indulged himself.

Mr. Long, who didn't know that he had been sold by Mao Tweet a long time ago and was too nervous and shy and didn't notice the fact that his wife pretended to sleep, opened his eyes coldly.

He first carefully confirmed with his divine sense that the lady had gone far, and then sat up gracefully, Ya Hei's eyelashes trembled, and a pair of obsidian pupils looked straight on the table.

The Lingzhi he had torn up last night had been cleaned up, only a bottle of pill and a fat chiu were lying quietly.

The pen and paper for the record were not there, but I thought it was taken by the wife to record it immediately.

Mr. Long glanced at Mao Chiu indifferently, and moved in his heart, sitting on the bed solemnly, with long eyelashes hanging slightly, covering the bad thoughts that flashed in his eyes.

The jade bottle on the table was slowly lifted up, and the two spirit recovery pills in it were poured out and flew straight to a certain dragon. He was pinched in his hand, while the jade bottle was lightly smashed into it. Mao Chuo's fat belly.

Mr. Long's black hair hangs down from his temples, holding the pill, a smile rises from the corners of his lips...

Sure enough, she guessed what he wanted to express.

The tip of his heart was hot, and Mr. Long looked at the pill in his palm as if he had seen his wife.

Even if she thought it was done by tweeting, they were connected.

and…

Although these two spirit recovery pills are not of high grade, there are almost no impurities in them. They are all pure energy, and they are not beautiful in shape. But when he thought that she made them, Mr. Long felt that these two pills were special. lovely.

Long fingers pinched an orange irregular pill. Mr. Long's face was expressionless, even a little serious. His thin lips were slightly open, revealing a bit of sharp teeth, and the powdery tongue gently rolled the pill on top of his head. Shake back and forth to the plush ears.

The fragrance of the pill diffuses between the lips and teeth, turning into warm spiritual power, nourishing the meridians that have been repeatedly torn along the way, bringing indescribable comfort, his entire dragon's scales are comfortable and some want to open. Up.

It's just not enough.

Too little.

Mr. Long Insatiable, he took another pill that his wife had worked so hard to refine and was ready to sell. He was so satisfied that he couldn't hold back like a child who ate sugar for the first time. He rubbed his fingertips over the corners of his lips and licked it. Licking the finger with the pill slag.

He stiffened for a moment after he was done. You know, he has never done such a shameful thing since he was a little dragon.

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, pretending that nothing happened, put down his hand with a cold face, closed his eyes...

It's okay, the pill is all eaten by Chuo, it has nothing to do with the dragon, it's all done by Chuo, it has a history, and the wife will not doubt her.

Mr. Long's eyes were filled with an invisible smile, and a ray of spiritual knowledge slowly emerged. He wanted to see how his wife worked hard.

That ray of divine consciousness, like the wind passing through the sea, drifted to Mu Wanwan's side.

…

And Mu Wanwan, who had just replenished the ingredients from the yard, worked hard to refine a pot of elixir based on the previous experience.

This time she added the rhizomes and leaves of Huilingguo, as well as the bellflower and the dredging flower, which contained many impurities but did not reach the unusable parts. Carefully use spiritual power to remove impurities, some of the impurities couldn't be removed, and she didn't die, holding the form of a try, it turned out to be a pill.

It’s just that it’s still not the same as the ones sold in the store, but it’s mellow anyhow, the color is still a little orange, and the number of pills that come out is a bit more. Last time, only three were sold, but six of them were sold this time. Doubled it.

Mu Wanwan collected the pill, feeling that he still had a lot of spiritual power left, so he didn't have a rest. This time he used a lot more materials and spent more energy, and successfully refined a furnace of twelve pill. Medicine, I feel that I've been squeezed dry, very tired.

She packed the pill, cleaned it up, and when she came out, the sky was full of stars.

She stood in the yard, facing the empty yard, holding a total of eighteen pill jade bottles that were refined, and couldn't help but smile. These are almost two bottles of Hui Ling Pills, according to the market price. Approximately two middle-grade spirit stones.

Two middle-grade spirit stones! Even if it were to be split with Uncle Zong, she would still have a lot left, and there were still a few days left, and she could refine a lot of pills. Besides, the price of Ningxue Pill is much higher than Huiling Pill, so she will try to refine Ningxue Pill tomorrow.

And isn't Ningxue Pill good for the monster race, maybe Mengmeng and Mr. Long also need it.

Mu Wanwan felt that in front of her, it seemed that a road to make a fortune was slowly paved! If the pill has the effect of getting rid of the curse, if you contact Jiu Qing, isn't it enough to be afraid of what Bai Shuiyao has?

"that's nice."

The cool wind at night blew Mu Wanwan's temples, and she looked up at the shining stars in the sky. Those bright lights cast hope in her eyes and brushed away the exhaustion of a hard day's work.

Her long hair spread out, and her sleeves fluttered, making her look very thin, making Mr. Long, who has been accompanying her to make alchemy with her spiritual knowledge, feel a little bit painful.

He couldn't hold back his lips, his divine consciousness was around her, like a piece of clothing, blocking some of the cold wind blowing on her.

"Mr. Long..."

Mu Wanwan suddenly made a sound, and certain dragon's white ears flicked in fright, and his breathing was almost a little unstable.

But he quickly calmed down. His wife hadn't reached the fourth order, so she probably hadn't discovered her own consciousness.

But after all he constricted a little, his divine consciousness slowly retracted, and quietly placed it on her hand, her chest was slightly hot, she called him, she was thinking about him.

What does the madam want to say? Mr. Long knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but look forward to it. A heart pounding, the beautiful stars like galaxies were ignored by him as the background board.

There is only her in his world.

Mu Wanwan smiled. She squeezed the cold jade bottle and held the invisible palm of Mr. Long's divine consciousness. Thinking of the person's cautious appearance, she felt very much looking forward to it.

Expect him to wake up, expect him to recover, expect him to call her wife blatantly, and expect his real name.

"I will work hard to make money."

Mu Wanwan is very determined, she will definitely work hard, earn a lot of spiritual stones, work hard to refine a lot of pills, and then make him get better soon.

Her voice was soft, like a knife wiping honey, pierced into his chest, pierced into his heart, and carved deep marks.

She is so good, she is so good, he knows.

Mr. Long's knuckles were white and he couldn't help it. The corners of her lips rose and fell. The divine consciousness was printed on her lips from the corners of her forehead, shaking her hands tightly, unwilling to let go.