CH 130

Fifty-eight Dragons (2)

However, she always felt that there was no way that little Mister Long who was so kind as a child would be the tyrant the outsiders spoke of.  There was not much mention of Mister Long’s background in the original book, and it only labelled him as a cruel and bloodthirsty person.

If he has been misunderstood all along, then Mister Long really was a very pitiful dragon.

She was now his wife in name, and he had not done anything wrong by her. If she also kept her guard up against him, wouldn’t he be very sad?

Mu Wanwan didn’t know what the hell she was thinking—her attempts at alchemy in the day had used up too much of her mental energy. This time, she really fell asleep.

Mister Long also woke up as usual. The original core in his body was about to be successfully connected. In about half a month or so, he would be able to recover 50% of his strength.

Mister Long sat up gently. He gently brushed away the long hair covering her forehead with his well-defined palm, then slowly smoothed out the wrinkles between her brows that had formed due to her repeated failures. The slightly hot body temperature made Mu Wanwan flinch a little out of discomfort.

He scanned his wife’s records on the table with his spiritual consciousness, and the corners of his lips lifted.

Alchemy was not just about melting all the ingredients and then combining them together. Although he was not much of an alchemist, he did know some basic steps.

Within a plant, there were parts containing its essence, as well as the parts containing many impurities. When refining the plant, one had to remove those parts that clearly had interference. Then, during the fusion process, one would also have to spend great effort to sense the subtle impurities in the various spiritual plants with care.

Well, then…

Mister Long was rather troubled. What should he do to tell his wife what he knew?

The dragon thought for a long time and came up with a plan.

As such, when Mu Wanwan woke up the next morning, she found that there were several spiritual plant “corpses” on her table!

The heartache instantly woke her up completely.

Sprit Returning fruit, Chimebell grass, and Qingyu flower—none had been spared. But why was there also a corpse of a Condensed Snow plant that hadn’t yet bloomed?!

She was close to tears. Looking confusedly at the neatly arranged spiritual plants on the table that had been dismantled into several parts, even her hands were trembling—

Those were worth at least three or four pieces of low-grade spirit stones! QAQ

Mu Wanwan couldn’t even be bothered with thoughts such as “What if Mister Long was awake and sees my dishevelled appearance? It would be so embarrassing”. She got up hurriedly and without even getting dressed, immediately infused wood elemental spiritual energy into the plants to see if they could be salvaged.

But…

It was too late. The Condensed Snow flower bud was already withered, and the petals of the Qingyu flower had also turned yellow.

Mu Wanwan also withered. With four low-grade spirit stones, she could have bought half a catty of Rank 2 spirit beef bones to make soup.

She patted her cheeks and put on her clothes, not even daring to look at the wreckage on the table while doing so. It was only after finishing the morning’s necessary chores such as cleaning and feeding that she felt that she had recovered a little.

Only then did she have the presence of mind to notice that the plants on the table had been dismantled into several sections with great precision. Although the torn ends were untidy, they seemed to have been deliberately torn into irregular shapes. Even Mengmeng’s nest had several leaves placed in it. Every plant was there, as if whoever did it was afraid of missing one out.

When Mu Wanwan first got up, she did think it was Mengmeng’s doing. But now, on closer inspection, the plants don’t seem to have been torn by Mengmeng’s beak.

Mengmeng had also recovered its spirits. It shook off the leaves that were clinging to its body, hopped over to Mu Wanwan, blinked its large and cute eyes, and let out a soundwave attack, “Chirp chirp chirp~”

It tilted its little head as if to say—

Mengmeng is so cute, how can you suspect Mengmeng, it’s definitely not Mengmeng’s doing!

Mu Wanwan silently retracted her suspicious gaze, thinking that she really shouldn’t have suspected Mengmeng. Mengmeng was indeed very obedient, and had never done things like secretly destroying the spiritual plants.

She had been worried about this issue before, but Mengmeng was very disciplined. At the most, it would peck at the seedling leaves for fun every now and then, but would never damage the spiritual plants.

If it wasn’t Mengmeng, then…

Her gaze shifting to the face of a certain dragon, Mu Wanwan smiled.

If it wasn’t Mengmeng, it must have been this dragon, for there was no way it was the spirit chicks!

However, just why did Mister Long take the spiritual plants apart and put them on the table like this?

As a threat? No, no, it can’t be.

He was bored and wanted to play with grass? Mhm… Would Mister Long have such a hobby?

Mu Wanwan thought of the little Mister Long who polished wood silently in his “home” in the dark alley, and her heart ached. He didn’t like to play with such things—most of the time, he was just spacing out and waiting for the “dragon eggs” to hatch.