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

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After applying the medicine to Xiaomao, it twitched its wings and tweeted fragilely, so it lay prone on the small handkerchief she had folded and covered it with a rag, and slept peacefully.

Very clever.

Mu Wanwan lovingly reached out a finger and touched the little white hair on Mao Chiu's small head, which was soft and fragile.

Mao Chiu's entire body is black and gray, and the feather tail is a little long, like wearing a small black vest, but there is a circle of white velvet on the head and neck, which looks like a small scarf with a bright yellow beak. The color is very lovely.

This kind of chirp is very thin, but the size of her slap, it should be just a very small chirp.

Moreover, according to the personality of the quietly sticky person, and according to its small size, the beak is not very wide. Should it be a female tit?

Mu Wanwan's heart moved, and his fingertips gently touched his head, "I'll call you cute later?"

She is actually a naming name, a few names for Chiu, they are--

"Little Black", "Mao Tuan", "White Chirp", "Chirp Chirp", "Moe Moe"...

Seems like this is still pretty cute.

It's so small and so soft. When the thin chirp hurts, she will feed the chirp a little bit more and have more hair. Isn't it particularly pleasant to touch? And still so cute.

Mu Wan curved his eyes with a smile, put the back basket, walked over to the bed and glanced at Mr. Long, then opened the quilt and looked at his tail. After making sure everything was well, he began to work.

She slept well last night and had plenty of energy in her body. Taking advantage of the fact that she still has a whole day today, she hastened to cultivate more spiritual plants, and she will be able to change some money.

Muwanwan took out all the seedlings in Qiankun's bag, and spent most of the day cultivating and then cultivating 15 seedlings. The remaining two were still at home after she thought about it.

In this case, there are a total of 82 mature fruits in her hand. Tonight, the dragon will be fed and the chirp will be consumed. It is estimated that it will consume a little. It is estimated that 80 can sell for money, but it is not bad.

Mu Wanwan comforted himself, and looked at the sky outside, it was almost dark, but it didn't rain.

She doesn't have three meals a day these days, one is because Mr. Long has been vomiting blood a few days ago, she has to take care of him, and the other is the advanced level, she is hungry when she does not have the previous level, and sometimes It takes only one hour to practice, and cooking is time-consuming.

However, Mu Wanwan still maintains the habit of eating at least two meals a day. It is still necessary to eat breakfast and dinner. And yesterday, the rice was finished. Even if there is no Lingmi to feed the dragon tonight, we must feed the dragon with Lingguo.

Mu Wanwan still remembers the last time Mr. Long's miserable tail because of lack of aura.

She rubbed her shoulders a little sore because of sitting for a long time, stood up and went to the kitchen.

She wants to make something for herself and Xiaochi. Mr. Long's words, there is no Lingmi now, and she doesn't dare to give him Fanmi, just wait for two Baizhenguo.

So, when the sky was getting late, and Mr. Long woke up, he could not wait to find out God's consciousness, he saw such a scene--

The lady did not sit on the bed as usual, but instead sat on a table a little further away. On the table was a simple stir-fried vegetable and a bowl of rice, as well as two Lingguo.