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In her ear was her soft voice, and the ginseng in her mouth was bitter.

Mr. Long's consciousness glanced past Mu Wanwan's eyes, but the blue and black that could be seen inconspicuously, he looked at her worriedly, and stopped at the end because she had been nurturing Ling Zhi to take care of herself, more than when he first saw her. On the fingers of many thin cocoons, a heart seems to be grilled repeatedly-

How could he be so selfish, just thinking about not wanting to lose her care.

She has worked very hard, and she saved these spirit stones little by little.

Moreover, the dragon outside now is just a prank. If he doesn't get better soon, what will they do next time if they feel bored and kill her?

With such an idea in his heart, Mr. Long looked ugly, and he was even driven to madness by this thought in a flash.

He absolutely does not allow this to happen.

White knuckles, Mr. Long depressed the fear in his heart, and a heart became more and more uneasy.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Wanwan looked at him more and more ugly, soaked the towel to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, touched his furry ears with a little pity, thought for a while, and took another blue Stargrass fruit, pinched in his hand, smiled strongly, "Mr. Dragon, don't be afraid, wait for me to work hard, I will definitely earn more spirit stones next time I go out."

"You won't be so painful by then." Mu Wan bent his hands a little, "Although it's embarrassing, but I asked Uncle Zong to see if I could get some Jinjiang grass seeds, and Ning Xue Dan, I heard It's good for demon races."

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, seeing his face become more and more twisted, and she was really a little flustered. She was really tortured to death by this dragon-

At first I just wanted to take care of him and let her go when he was ready.

But she has been alone for two lifetimes, and now there is a person who depends on herself wholeheartedly. Seeing that he is so painful every time, she gradually has no way to let go.

Her words, sentence by sentence, seemed like gentle knives, which made Mr. Long extremely painful.

Not knowing how long he struggled, he came out of the circle that wanted to self-harm, his eyes sore.

Now this time, he can no longer be capricious.

If she knew what he did not want to recall, and hated him, he had nothing to complain about.

Because he is like this, he is deformed, and his past is like that.

She married him and has suffered so much.

If, if she hates him.

When he wakes up,

Wait for him to wake up.

Be sure to tie her up and lock it up, let her do the laundry for him, don't let her go out, don't buy her something, make a slag dragon, use the prototype she rejected, and let her give him She laid a hundred eggs and tortured her day and night, making her regret that she had abandoned her.

Mr. Long's palm is sweaty, embarrassing and painful, cruel and overbearing.

Now, he can only take care of the wounds, and strive to repair the fourth and fifth pronucleus at one time, so that he also has a certain self-protection ability.

Even if someone wants to bully her, you can protect her.

Mr. Long grabbed his heart and didn't have the heart to die anymore. He only withdrew his consciousness and grieved to absorb spiritual power.

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