He had woken up long ago, quietly listening to the sound of her busying about. He couldnt resist releasing a strand of divine consciousness onto the corner of her clothes, following her as she did the laundry, cooked, searched for an umbrella, and folded clothes. In the instant when she scraped her palm on the wall, he didnt manage to hold back, and revealed himself, stretching beyond his limits.
Its just that he only managed to maintain it for a short mont. He wasnt even able to look at her carefully before was suppressed, and dissipated.
He truly was the most useless dragon of all, thought Mister Long.
He couldnt even see her with his own eyes, and couldnt even help support her when she fell.
For the first ti, Mister Long hated the self who had gone up against seven by himself back then for a ridiculous reason. If he hadnt been injured, would he not be like how he was now, unable to even look at her?
Mu Wanwan simply thought that she had been hallucinating just now, and did not think it could be the real Mister Long. After drying her hair, she changed her outer clothes. Then, after thinking about it, she took Mister Longs ointnt and said softly, Mister Long, Ill be using a little of your ointnt, all right? Because its my hand thats been injured, it will be an inconvenience when I do things.
She dug a small bit of ointnt and rubbed it on the painful hand, and the wound there soon healed. She closed the lid and breathed out a sigh. Seeing the well-protected and fragrant bone broth when she opened the food box, she felt sowhat better again.
Mister Long, I bought so bones. Mu Wanwan carried the bowl and began her daily routine of feeding the dragon. It should taste pretty good.
But this ti, for so reason, Mister Long just kept his lips tightly pressed, not swallowing cooperatively as he did before.
Mu Wanwan poked him with the spoon several tis; the gleaming liquid was almost running down his chin, but Mister Long still didnt drink it.
Mu Wanwan felt sothing was wrong. She took a small sip from the bowl. She had to say that the bones of spirit pigs were extrely deliciousshe had only taken a small sip, and already felt that her mouth was filled with a fragrant taste, and there was even a trace of an almost imperceptible spiritual energy. All this proved that it wasnt a problem with her skills at least.
Why was Mister Long being so resistant? Wasnt he comatose?
Mu Wanwan simply set the bowl aside and said, Pardon .
She then reached out and cupped Mister Longs chin, half forcing him to open his mouth.
As soon as his mouth was opened, Mu Wanwan was thoroughly frightened. Lots of fresh blood spilled out from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the pillow. The flow of blood seed to be unstoppable, and the warm blood completely stained her hand.
All at once, she was a little dazed, and her entire person was trembling. She hurriedly released the hand that was squeezing Mister Longs chin. She no longer had any thoughts of drinking the spirit pork bone broth anymore, and only ran hurriedly to the chests and retrieved the ginseng that didnt look good, but was the best they had. With shaking hands, she cut a large piece and stuffed it rather roughly into Mister Longs mouth.
Mister Long, Mister Long Mu Wanwan whispered his na and said in a flustered manner as if chanting a spell, Let the blood stop quickly, let the blood stop quickly.
She was truly very anxious. His tail had rotten again only yesterday, and he was now vomiting blood today. Mu Wanwan felt that her little heart was not enough for this dragon to toy with. The book had stated that he would wake, but had not described much of his tragic situation for the next three years. She only thought she should be able to take care of him, but did not expect that his situation would be so serious and miserable.
It was so miserable that she was almost on the verge of being forced to give up on him.
She didnt know if her prayers had worked, but Mister Longs bleeding finally stopped. Mu Wanwan was still uneasy and waited for a while longer. Only after seeing that his complexion was gradually improving and ascertaining that he was no longer vomiting blood did she relax.
Her hands were sticky and full of his blood, and he had also dirtied his pillow. Her only pillow would also be offered up to him tonight.
Raising a dragon was really troubleso QWQ. It also made one on tenterhooks, leaving one with no peace.
Mu Wanwan sighed. She changed his pillow, washed her hands and wiped the bloodstains from his cheeks gently, then cut a smaller piece of ginseng to replace the one in his mouth. Only after all that did she have the free ti to sit down to eat her own lunch.
The soup was already cold. Because she was worried about Mister Long, she didnt eat well. She only wondered if the soup had been stained with Mister Longs bloodit tasted completely different from just now; it was very fishy and did not taste good at all.
And it had cost so much.
She would never buy it again. Mu Wanwan frowned, unable to stop worrying
Mister Longs injury was a lot more serious than she had thought. If she still didnt work hard and wasnt able to earn so mont in the next few days, by the ti she goes to the market next, she was afraid that not only would Mister Long have no spirit stones to absorb, she would also have no money for food.
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