After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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The kitchen was in the side hall, Mu Wanwan carried a small handful of Lingmi, and after thinking about it, he cut a small ginseng whisker.

She thought about it, starting today, she and Mr. Long will eat separately.

They have very little money and little Lingmi. If she eats this small bag of Lingmi with Mr. Long, it will be finished in less than a month, but if you just let Mr. Long eat alone, it will save a little energy. Persist for two months.

She also wanted to eat Lingmi, but there was nothing she could do. Poverty made people powerless and desperate qwq.

Mu Wanwan sighed and walked to the kitchen.

I don't know what material the cooktop in the kitchen is made of. The surface is very smooth. The fuel used is not modern natural gas or rural rice ears, but a very special plant called burning grass.

After igniting this light green strip plant with flint, it will not only burn for a long time, there will be no smoke, a single burning grass can make a meal, and the taste will be better than those made with smoky coals Much better.

The price of this kind of burning grass is not cheap, and it can only be cultivated with wood-type spiritual power. One burning grass costs one silver coin. Basically, only some well-off people can afford it.

Mu Wanwan ignited a burning grass, put Mr. Long's rice in first, then found another stove next to it, and put his own dinner in it. She stared at the dozens of burning grass piled in the corner of the kitchen, and after a while, her eyes suddenly lit up——

She is really stupid, and her original body is also a first-order cultivator of the wood system. It may be difficult to cultivate other spiritual plants, but it is more than enough to cultivate a semi-spiritual plant with no rank, such as burning grass. She can buy some burning plants. The seeds of the grass are planted back, and then they are sold for money to raise dragons!

In the afternoon, Mu Wanwan's life burden was still like a mountain, and in front of this glimmer of hope, it seemed that it was not so heavy.

Mu Wanwan picked up a burning grass and put it in his hand, tried to guide a trace of wood-type spiritual energy from his dantian, and slowly penetrated into the slightly dry burning grass. Based on his previous memory, he pinched the A burning grass, like a hair, guides the spiritual energy all the way from the tip of the grass to the root of the grass.

I don't know if it's her illusion. She feels that the burning grass in her hand seems to have a little more vitality than before, and it looks more...

More green =_=!

The porridge in the pot was about to open, but Mu Wanwan didn't continue to cook the burning grass. He cut the thin ginseng whiskers into pieces, threw them into the pot, and stirred them again. The different porridges were placed in the food box and carried back to the room.

It was getting late, Mu Wanwan put the food box away, checked again if the door was locked, then put away the clothes and came in, closed the window, lit the lights in the room, and started to prepare to feed the dragon.

Her voice is not too small or too small, and it is messy, but it is very clear in the ears of Mr. Long, who has just regained consciousness, making him feel that he has been alone since he was born, and someone still cares. of.

Mr. Long restrained himself and didn't want to think wildly, but he couldn't control the transfer of all the spiritual power that could be mobilized to the half of the dragon's tail, which was already showing signs of rot again.

Even if the warmth of these few days is only short-lived, he still wants to prolong it a little longer.

In the evening of late autumn, the cold air gradually rises. It is not biting to the bone, but it is like a needle that is constantly thin and unpleasant. This coldness is nothing to Mr. Long, the top powerhouse of the continent in the past. But he was seriously injured now, and even though he was covered with a quilt, he still felt the chill creep up his skin, a little cold.