Thirty-six Dragons (2)

Mu Wanwan had already thought about it. After today, the temperatures would probably decline steadily, and she was now also raising a feather ball in the bedchamber. She had to buy some heating stones, as well as thick clothes. The clothes she had on now were a little too thin. She also wanted to raise some spiritual chickens and the like.

Looking at the wooden shelves in Uncle Zongs shop, Mu Wanwan was a little surprised to find that most of the compartments that were full when she was here the last time were now empty, and the rest were filled with plants that didnt have much value, like burning grass that werent even at Grade 1. There were relatively more seeds, but also not much.

Have they all been sold? Mu Wanwan speculated.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Uncle Zong came out from behind the curtain, looking as though a great load had been lifted. Mu Wanwan hadnt noticed just now that under his eyes were all blue and black, with even a little bit of red; he was probably extremely tired.

Youve really helped me out big time. Uncle Zongs voice was a little hoarse, Thank you.

Mu Wanwan waved her hand. Youre welcome, Uncle Zong.

Hah Uncle Zong sighed. The strong beastman, at that moment, seemed to be at his wits end. He stepped forward and closed the door of the shop, then said softly, You saw a beastman leave when you came, right?

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Mu Wanwan nodded, Yes.

Uncle Zong smiled bitterly, I wont keep it from you.

Hes my younger brother. He came this time to persuade me to give up Yuner. Uncle Zong clenched his fists, After you went back the last time, the Bixing grass fruits you left were very effective. She was conscious for a longer time, and even the beast patterns on her back that were about to disappear had darkened a little. I thought at first that Yuner was about to recover.

Uncle Zongs eyes flashed with hatred, But who knew that curse That damned witch tribe!

The beast patterns on Uncle Zongs forehead flashed, his veins protruding, I thought I thought he was just an ordinary Rank 4 witch, and his curse would drain Yuners talent once at the most. But who knew, Id underestimated the viciousness of the curse, and also underestimated the rank of that witch. The day after Yuners beast patterns just regained a trace of vitality, she was drained of her talent again.

Mu Wanwan listened with trepidation and couldnt resist saying, How could there be such a curse?

Uncle Zong seemed to have aged a lot, Its all my fault, its all my fault. I know she wanted children, but its very difficult for two strong beastmen to conceive. After so many decades, I thought she had already given up, and I also think its fine to not have children

Uncle Zong couldnt continue, but Mu Wanwan had also combined what hed just said with the curse to guess what he wanted to express

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For the sake of having a child, Yuner was tricked by the witch tribe and got cursed.

The spiritual plants you gave ran out a few days ago, and she started to suffer again. Ive almost sold everything I have to help her pull through to this point. Uncle Zong wiped his face. Its my fault. It never crossed my mind that my younger brother had always been thinking that he could inherit the assets Id fought tooth and nail for as I have no children.

Uncle Zong sneered, Seeing that Ive been entering the auction house so frequently these days, he got anxious and came to argue with me.

Mu Wanwans brows wrinkled, So, is Aunt Yuner feeling better now?

Uncle Zong calmed down a little and said, Shes better. The spiritual plants youve cultivated are very effective, and also seem to be able to reduce the effect of the curse. She woke up after eating a little just now.

Mu Wanwan glanced at Uncle Zong. She was sympathetic, but there was nothing she could do. With her current limited abilities, she could only try to cultivate as many spiritual plants as possible. After all, Uncle Zongs situation was similar to hers.

In fact, when she thought about it, if Mister Long were dying, she would surely not be able to just stand by and do nothing, and would probably go all out to help him.

Thinking about it this way, Mu Wanwan was a little anxious. Uncle Zong was a Rank 3 powerhouse almost at rank 4. It was because he had saved many treasures from all his years of braving countless dangers that he was able to help his lover out now. As for her, she had nothing if anything happened to Mister Long, she could probably only watch on.

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At the thought of that, Mu Wanwan couldnt help but sigh, but that eased the atmosphere.

Uncle Zong smiled. Sigh! Im telling you so much because Id like you to cultivate more spiritual plants in the future. You seem to have advanced in rank, right?

Mu Wanwan knew she couldnt hide it from Uncle Zong, so she didnt try. Uncle Zong, I came this time to talk to you about getting some Grade 2 seeds.

Uncle Zong nodded. Grade 2 Baizhen fruit and Bixing grass fruit are more nourishing.

Uncle Zong did not hesitate; he also knew about Mu Wanwans difficulties. He took out two bags of seeds and handed them to her. After thinking about it, he took out four medium-grade spirit stones and ten-odd low-grade spirit stones from his interdimensional pouch and handed them to her.

Mu Wanwan was a little startled and hurriedly waved her hand, Uncle Zong, youre giving too much.

The rugged lion beastman smiled instead, Spiritual fruit like yours that can relieve the effects of curses are rare on this continent. All this time, youve been willing to sell them to me, making me the one who has taken advantage of you. I have never liked taking advantage of others.

Uncle Zong looked at her with his brown eyes, The spiritual fruits youve brought this time are much more important to me than this money.

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