CH 67

Thirty-three Dragons (2)

She had brought back a lot of Grade 1 Baizhen fruit and Bixing grass seeds from Uncle Zong last time and cultivated some of them one after another during this period. Excluding the ones she fed Mister Long, there were now twenty-eight Baizhen fruit and forty Bixing grass fruit ready to be harvested, and a total of seventeen Baizhen fruit and Bixing grass seedlings.

Baizhen fruit was the fruit Ao Qin sent previously. A Grade 1 one was slightly smaller than one that was Grade 2, but still larger than the fruit of Bixing grass, so it took more energy power to cultivate Baizhen fruit than Bixing grass. In addition, the colour of the Baizhen fruit she cultivated was also darker.

Previously, when Mu Wanwan ate the skin of the Baizhen fruit, she found it okay, just a little sandy, and the juice she squeezed out to feed Mister Long with was also rather fragrant. She didn’t expect that the plump and watery flesh inside would have such an indescribable taste—a little like an orange-flavoured rotten apple that had rotted into a liquid state.

So, after eating it once, Mu Wanwan never ate it again. In fact, she even pitied Mister Long a little.

After coming here, out of the three plants she had cultivated, apart from burning grass that wasn’t really considered a spiritual plant and just talking about Baizhen fruit and Bixing grass fruit, for one, only its skin was tasty, and for the other, it was very bitter to eat.

They weren’t as delicious as the fruits grown by ordinary people.

Mu Wanwan finished her chores, then cultivated some more seedlings. Seeing that the sky was almost dark, she worried that it would rain at night, so she first took the clothes in before going to the study in the side hall to check the time——

Today was the fifth day after she woke up, and she had lost consciousness on the third day after she returned from the market, so adding up the days, about eight days had passed.

The main thing was that she didn’t know how long she had been unconscious. If she had been unconscious for a long time, it was actually the time when she could go out again.

Moreover, the time for the next monthly allowance to be issued was also approaching.

She went out for the first time shortly after Fuliu gave her the monthly allowance, and she had already gone out twice. After this time, they would probably receive their monthly allowance in about another ten days.

Mu Wanwan calculated the family’s assets, and after thinking about it, she decided to put all the plants she had cultivated into the universe pouch first and try to go out tomorrow morning.

The main reason was that all the spiritual rice had been eaten and needed to be replenished.

After all, the cost of raising a dragon was high, and she always felt guilty if she couldn’t give Mister Long spiritual rice to eat. Moreover, as there were very few impurities in spiritual rice, most of what was eaten would be converted into energy and absorbed by the body, which made it better for cultivators.

Although she hadn’t slept in the past few days, she also had more fruits that could be sold for money.

The price of Baizhen fruit was a bit higher than that of Bixing grass—three Baizhen fruit could be traded for one low-grade spirit stone. As such, if everything went well tomorrow, she would be able to obtain twenty low-grade spirit stones. This was still somewhat too little.

Mu Wanwan frowned. She wondered if Uncle Zong would accept seedlings that were yet to mature.

Actually, she knew that her speed now was not slow at all. The main thing was that she also needed to feed Mister Long with the fruits she had cultivated these days. Moreover, she had delayed things for a few days because of her illness. It was fortunate that she had advanced to Rank 2, otherwise, she was afraid that she wouldn’t even get twenty low-grade spirit stones.

Mu Wanwan sighed and packed up all the things she wanted to sell. After some thought, she decided to also pack the seedlings as well, then lit a lamp and started making purses.

When she really couldn’t cultivate anymore these days, she would make purses with the scraps of cloth and needle and thread she bought from the market.

She was not bad at needlework. When she was in the orphanage, she also had to sew and mend, and when she was in college, she had joined the handicraft club and knew a little bit of simple embroidery, but just a little, so the purses she made only had simple patterns.

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 hands, had…

A pair of dragon horns embroidered on it.

To be precise, it was a pair of broken horns.

In fact, next to this pair of broken horns, was a pair of furry ears.

Even though the embroidery didn’t have the furry effect.

Mu Wanwan didn’t know why she embroidered such a purse that obviously wouldn’t sell, but she naturally began to embroider these broken horns as she looked at Mister Long, and as she embroidered, it was almost finished.

She should be able to finish it by tonight.

With the needle and thread in her hand, Mu Wanwan moved her stool to sit by the bed. With the warm light at the side, her vision was filled with the nearly finished purse and Mister Long, who was lying quietly with his eyes closed, and her mind at peace.

She lowered her head and started embroidering seriously, not noticing that the raven-black eyelashes of Mister Long, who had been lying quietly, was trembling unnaturally, and his ears were also twitching.

The side effect of losing half a drop of his heart’s blood was greater than he thought. He had been in a painful coma for the past few days and had only just regained some consciousness.

His meridians still hurt, and his original core was not healed—in fact, it was even slightly darker than before—but the curse seemed to have lifted a little. Mister Long checked his condition silently, felt his dry and comfortable tail, and a hint of sweetness as he thought, ‘Ah, as expected’, rose within him——

Originally, based on his estimations and the demons’ curse, after losing consciousness this time, if his spiritual energy was not replenished, his tail was bound to rot.

But now that it hadn’t rotted, it was already very telling.

Mister Long endured the pain that kept flooding his body and quietly sent out a wisp of divine consciousness——

He wanted to see her.