Seventeen Dragons (2)

Feel free to look around. I havent had a new customer here in a long time, hahaha, said the lion shopkeeper to Mu Wanwan. Or you can also just tell me what you want, I have most things here.

Mu Wanwans eyes lit up. She looked gratefully at Feng, who was standing mutely at the door, and asked, Senior, I would like to buy some burning grass seeds.

Oh, burning grass seeds. The lion beastman glanced at her, I have quite a lot of them here. Since it was Feng who brought you here, I wont charge you extra. One copper coin per seed.

Mu Wanwan frowned slightly. One copper coin for one burning grass seed was equivalent to one dollar a seed. Moreover, there were risks in the cultivation of burning grass. Generally, the success rate for Rank 1 wood-based cultivators was about 60%. According to her current spiritual power, cultivating ten seeds a day was her limit. In other words, with ten seeds, she might only be able to cultivate six stalks of burning grass.

Her capital was ten dollars; according to the market rate, one stalk of burning grass could be sold for one silver coin, so she could only earn five silver coins a day. Five silver coins werent even enough to buy half of one low-grade spirit stone! Not to mention that she might not be able to find a buyer willing to buy her burning grass at her selling price of one silver coin per stalk.

Mu Wanwan made the calculations mentally. Instead of saying how much she wanted directly, she threw out another question, Senior, do you buy newly cultivated burning grass?

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The lion beastman froze for a second, then laughed. Yes, I do. Why? Are you planning to buy seeds from me, cultivate them, then sell them back to me to make money?

Mu Wanwan knew that this boss was not weak. Furthermore, he was an old beastmansince she would not be able to keep her little plans from him, she didnt try to hide them, Senior, my lover is now seriously ill in bed. Id really appreciate it if Senior would buy them.

She didnt know how her words had touched a raw nerve. The beastman shopkeepers expression abruptly became fierce. The beast pattern on his forehead turned red all of a sudden and his fist slammed into the wall with a loud bang.

Mu Wanwan jumped, startled. She saw the beastman glaring at her as he let out a low growl, If youre lying to me, Ill tear you apart right now.

Laner was also frightened, but Feng was surprisingly calm, Uncle Zong, calm down.

Mu Wanwan clearly heard that after Fengs voice fell, a light cough came from behind the curtain. And after this cough was heard, the beastman called Uncle Zong calmed down almost immediately, and the beast patterns gradually faded. The pair of eyes that had originally been energetic had also dimmed by quite a lot.

He gave the stunned Mu Wanwan a slight smile. I do buy them. I can buy it from you at the market rate of one silver coin per stalk, or you can use twelve stalks of burning grass for one low-grade spirit stone.

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Only then did Mu Wanwan notice that there was still a vague medicinal smell in the shop. She had originally thought it was the smell of spiritual plants and did not really take notice. But now, putting it together with the coughing she had just heard, she could roughly guess that it was the my lover is now seriously ill in bed part of her words that had provoked this seemingly bold and generous beastman before her.

Probably, there had been many like her who had come asking for special favours using the same reason, but were discovered to be liars.

Even so, this beastman was still willing to believe that she did not lie to him.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan couldnt keep from saying, Senior, Im definitely not lying.

Lets drop that. How many seeds do you want? Take them and get out. The beastman raised his brows again, but Mu Wanwan, who had already seen through his soft-hearted nature, smiled back at him. She asked, a little pushing her luck, I also have some seeds here, I wonder if Senior can help to see what they are?

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Whilst Mu Wanwan was trying her best to bargain with the beastman at the market, Mister Long, who was lying on the bed, was suppressing the curse in his body with incomparable agony.

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He had been doing this all night, trying not to let Mu Wanwan suddenly smell the smell of rotting flesh when she was asleep.

As his spiritual energy had not been replenished during the past two days and Mister Longs ruptured original core and meridians rendered him unable to absorb the spiritual energy of the universe under the effects of the curse, he had been desperately trying to restrain it.

But in the end, there was no helping Mister Longs tail; it began rotting again in less than fifteen minutes after Mu Wanwan left.

Fingertips trembling from the pain, Mister Longs face was deathly pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He could feel the raw pain of his scales cracking open, causing his flesh to split apart in an instant.

Mu Wanwan had clearly made the room clean and fresh, and there was the fragrance of soap wafting around, but now, because of him, it had turned into a hideous mess almost instantaneously, rancid and unpleasant.

If he could move, he wouldve chopped off that half tail without hesitation, but now, he couldnt do anything at all.

As Mister Long felt the slow movement of the flowing pus and blood, his heart lay to waste as if it were a land of briers and brambles.

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He was finished. No one would keep taking care of an ugly dragon with a tail that rots ceaselessly like this without complaint. She was just a chongxi bride, so how would it be possible for her to not become disdainful of him?

When she returned, the beautiful dream would come to an end.