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The next day, Mu Wanwan crawled up in pain, and Mr. Long was no longer there. She rubbed her uncomfortable shoulders, and after a simple wash and dressing, she returned to clean up the bed.

She straightened her waist and looked at the mountain wall with a few night pearls embedded in it. She could see the very difficult mark on the mountain wall read yesterday.

There was a layer of water stains on it, which slowly shed like tears of parting.

Mu Wanwan suddenly thought of the dragon's tears last night. She thought about it, or she took out a pen and paper from the mustard space and recorded all the lines.

In fact, her cultivation level is very high, as long as she reads it a few times, she will not forget, but she still decided to write it down.

Perhaps in the future, someone who knows these words can be encountered.

Yesterday, Mr. Long's performance was abnormal. Mu Wanwan guessed that "chaos" meant a lot to him. Would he be happier if he knew what these words meant?

"啾~" Mu Wanwan wrote halfway, Mengmeng rushed out of the cave inside like a small cannonball, and fell to the black fur.

Its small scarf has lost a lot of hair, and was recently fed very well by his father (?) Mr. Long, so it grows more and more round.

"Tweet!"

It's like this every morning. I want to go to the mustard space for a while, but to be more precise, I want to go to the mustard space to play with the spirits.

"Come." Mu Wanwan took out three first-order Baizhen fruit, and let Mao Chiu hold it by himself, bringing it into the mustard space.

Mao Chiu likes Ling chicken cubs very much. Now that the little chicken cubs haven't grown up yet, the more they grow up, the more they look like their fathers. =_=

In this regard, her old mother had no way to do it. Mr. Long said it several times, although Mu Wanwan felt that Mr. Long was not qualified to say Mengmeng, but every time Mengmeng turned her head angry, and then used Butt faced Mr. Long's handsome and twisted face.

The old father seemed to have no choice.

Thinking of him, Mu Wanwan raised his lips and accelerated his movements.

So when Mr. Long finished his tour and returned with new food, the fragrance of immortality was already floating in the cave.

I don't know if it was because I awakened the consciousness in advance. Even though she could not lead the consciousness out of sight for a while, the stripping of the immortality and some impurities was much better than before.

Plus the unpleasant "tonics" brought back by Mr. Long.

Yes, Mu Wanwan has now admitted that the slimy stuff is a tonic.

Although the taste is inexhaustible, it is still very beneficial to remove some impurities in the meridians. The one Mr. Long brought back before was the most precious and rare.

He didn't go out for a long time, even if the speed of Mu Wanwan was very fast, he only refined one furnace of third-order Ning Xuedan and two furnaces of third-order Huiling Pill.

As for the advanced version of Gushen Pill, which was hard to think of yesterday, she has no way to refine it for the time being.

"came back?"

Hearing the sound of water from outside, Mu Wanwan installed the freshly made Tier 3 Huiling Pill and hung two pieces with spiritual force.

She walked outside at a small pace, watching Mr. Long still have wet hair, "Take the Elixir first."

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