I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan's fingers rolled around the edge of the drapery hat, his eyes lightened...

The appearance of the dwarves is slightly different from that described in some novels. Their average height is about one meter two or three, but not all dwarves are green-skinned, strong, and ugly.

Mu Wanwan was in a row of male dwarves and saw a dwarf girl who could be said to be very cute. Her skin was a bit rough, but her face was not ugly, her cultivation base was quite high, and she couldn't guess her rank. .

The entrance fee for the combined market of the human and the dwarves is indeed much higher than that of the elves. In the past, the first-tier monks of the elves only needed two silver coins for the entrance fee. When it comes to the second-tier, it is only doubled, four silver coins. . Who knows, on the Human Race side, you need three for Tier 1 and six for Tier 2, and the Tier 3 will directly rise to a low-grade spirit stone.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed. The last spare spirit stone on her body bribed Hongye in the morning. She was a little embarrassed, "Can I use silver coins instead?" The receptionist was a young female cultivator who raised her eyebrows. , But still maintain the demeanor, "Yes, also, do you want to go in to set up a stall? Set up a stall to add extra money according to the items."

Mu Wanwan put the back basket in front of him, "just some ordinary vegetables and first-order spiritual plants."

The female nun glanced, her face visibly cold, "The entry fee is fifteen silver coins, and the contents in the basket have to be paid for the stall fee of one silver coin."

"Fifteen?" Mu Wanwan was a little unhappy. Although there is indeed a certain exchange ratio for the exchange of spirit stones into coins, the exchange rate of lower-grade spirit stones into silver coins is generally one to eleven, and one to twelve higher. Such a high price is obviously to kill her.

In other words, embarrass her.

"Fifteen." The sister rolled her eyes, obviously impatient.

"According to the proportion, I should only receive 13 silver coins." Mu Wanwan endured, trying to make sense.

"Oh." The sister raised her eyebrows. "If you don't want to, don't stand here, there are many people waiting in line behind."

After listening to her, Mu Wanwan understood. The female cultivator probably really looked at her upset and was a little angry, but the situation was better than others. She had to go to see Uncle Zong, so she didn’t continue to fight with her. Gave her fifteen silver coins.

"Heh." The female cultivator took the money and waved to the people behind him to let her in. Mu Wanwan heard her ridicule as she walked away, "The third-order monk wears so much soil and sells vegetables? 80% of them are worthless. 'S casual repair."

Mu Wanwan squeezed the wooden sign he had just received, with a chill on his lips...

She is indeed a casual cultivator, it’s true, but I didn’t expect these people to judge based on her appearance alone. Wouldn’t it be too much?

Mu Wanwan squeezed his sleeves, feeling a little uncomfortable, looking for the street and the information left by Uncle Zong before, and started looking for the shop where Uncle Zong and his friends had opened.

The bazaar where the human race and the dwarven race are combined also has a lot of excitement. Compared with the fair of the elves, there are many more weapon shops, and the owners of the weapon shops are mostly dwarves.

After passing by several weapons shops, Mu Wanwan found that these shops were also graded. Some dwarves dressed as blacksmiths were specialized in mortal business, and some shops were larger, and most of them were filled with flying swords. Such items should serve the monks.

Mu Wanwan walked for a while, turned a lot, and finally found the shop where Uncle Zong and his friends had opened. It was not as remote as the elf market, but the location was not particularly good, and there were not many people.

Uncle Zong happened to be outside the shop when she passed by, and his eyes lit up when she saw her say hello to her.

"Girl, here you are."

When the two entered the shop, Uncle Zong directly turned away from the agency and took her into a courtyard behind the shop.

Aunt Yun and another female orc were sitting on a stool, and beside them stood an orc about the same size as Uncle Zong.

"This is my life and death brother, you can call him Uncle Chen." Uncle Zong introduced with a smile, "This is the very talented girl I have mentioned before."

Mu Wanwan smiled at the orc and called Uncle Chen. Seeing that he didn't know what to call himself, she thought of the dragon and tweeted at home waiting for her to feed, and her heart moved, "Just call me a little money."

Uncle Zong was also a little surprised, "Little money?"

Mu Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled, "Well, this one is?"

The female orc sitting beside Aunt Yun also smiled kindly at her, "Just call me Aunt Hua."

"Auntie Hua."

After a few people were simple and polite, Mu Wanwan didn't delay his time, and as Uncle Zong and others looked forward to but embarrassed to say, he directly took out the Qiankun bag.

"Aunt Yun, this is the spiritual plant I cultivated for you. I have a little chance this time and I have a breakthrough in my strength." Mu Wanwan put 15 second-order green star grass and 15 cultivated for Aunt Yun. The second-order Baizhen fruit was taken out from the Qiankun bag.

Uncle Zong looked at Lingzhi who was much better than before, his face flushed with excitement, and he said several "Okay!"

Not only him, but even Uncle Chen, who seemed a bit naive before, opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes flashed brightly, "This is the second-order? Isn't it the third-order and fourth-order?"

Uncle Zong laughed and patted him on the shoulder, and gave him a mocking look, "Didn't you not believe me before!"

Uncle Chen was a little embarrassed, "I don't know..."

Aunt Hua was also very happy, she held Aunt Yun's hand, "Yun'er, that's great."

Mu Wanwan touched his face, "Uncle Zong, that medicine..."

Before she could finish her words, Uncle Zong interrupted her, his brown eyes looked at her seriously, and he stretched out his big hand and wiped his face, "Girl, listen to me."

Mu Wanwan thought what was wrong, so he nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"In fact, human beings are not omnipotent. Each of us has what we are good at and what we are not good at. This is nothing..."

As he said, he looked at Aunt Yun as if asking for help.

Aunt Yun took the words decisively, "Yes, this pill is not necessary for us, we are already very happy that you can bring so many Lingzhi, you need to go to your heart..."

Mu Wanwan couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this, and the two of them had been prepared for her failure. Even so, they are still willing to let her try. With a warm heart, Mu Wanwan couldn't bear to watch them continue to comfort him, and directly took out the previously dispensed pills and put them on the table bottle by bottle.

Every time she put a bottle, the two people's comforting voice was weaker. When she put the twelve bottles of Hui Ling Dan neatly on the table, the yard only had the sound of inhalation except for the sound of wind.

"There are only twelve bottles of Hui Ling Pill, and three scattered. I put it in this smaller bottle." Mu Wanwan said, and took out Ningxue Pill again, "This bottle contains Ningxue. Dan."

"I rely on it." Uncle Zong couldn't hold back anymore, the beast patterns on his face appeared, not the three that Mu Wanwan had seen before, but the four semi-bright red marks, "You have also made Ningxue Dan!"

Mu Wanwan was taken aback by the animal markings on his face, and nodded after realizing it, "But only two were made."

"Two!" Now Aunt Yun is not calm, "Are you talking about two Ningxue Pills?"

Mu Wanwan admitted generously, "Yes, first-order one, look at it, Aunt Yun."

She handed the porcelain white jade bottle to Aunt Yun.

Aunt Yun shook her hand and carefully opened the jade bottle, and the strong medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out, and she immediately sealed the jade bottle again. On the one hand, Uncle Chen also opened a small bottle of Lingering Pill and sealed it after a while, revealing a hearty smile, "Brother Lei, you have found the treasure this time."

"The grade of this level of Hui Ling Pill is much better than the normal ones. I suggest a price of a half-medium grade spiritual stone." Uncle Chen returned to his smile again, "I can feel the medicinal power in it is very pure and the impurities are very high. less."

Uncle Zong's expression was complicated. While smiling proudly with Uncle Chen, he felt a little pain in his face...

He only bragged with his buddies yesterday, saying that Mu Wanwan might bring more than a dozen Spirit Pills this time, but Ningxue Pill probably didn't.

As a result, when he turned his head, they brought more than one hundred of them, and there was also Ningxue Dan. He felt particularly embarrassed when he smiled at his friend who didn't know if he was mocking or envy.

However, happiness still accounted for the most, and he was a little gaffe just now, revealing his true strength.

Mu Wanwan also noticed, but she didn’t say that after she advanced her strength, she guessed that Uncle Zong could not only have the strength of Tier 3. She guessed it was Tier 4. Now it seems that Uncle Zong should be Tier 4. A strong man who is approaching the fifth rank.

For a Tier 1 monk, a middle-grade spirit stone may be all her wealth. Tier 2 monks are not wealthy, and it is not bad for all of their wealth to have a dozen middle-grade spirit stones.

But it was only at the third level that there was a breakthrough leap in financial resources, and the third-level monks who had accumulated a little bit might have one or two treasures.

She thought that Uncle Zong had shops in both markets before, and he was more generous in his shots. It should be more than Tier 3, which is true now. She couldn't even perceive the aura of Uncle Zong now, perhaps even stronger than the animal pattern showed.

"Little Qian, how do you think you and us are two or eight?" Uncle Chen said, "You eight, we two."

Uncle Zong also reacted, "Yes, even though we have helped the sales and provided seed materials, these are nothing. Your Uncle Zong will count it as 10% with the cheeky, and the remaining 10% is labor fees."

Mu Wanwan indeed shook his head, "Uncle Zong, the seeds are not so good, and selling can not be so easy, I think it should be four or six points."

Yun'er stared, what are you talking nonsense, "The alchemists they have worked with before are all nineteen points, twenty-eight points are taken advantage of you, you still want to four or six, are you stupid?"

Mu Wanwan: "..."

It was the first time that she saw such a sharp and energetic Aunt Yun, and she was a bit speechless for a while.

Several people talked about the issue of sharing again, and in the end, Uncle Zong couldn't help her, and both sides took a step back and made a contract of 37 points.

Uncle Zong calculated the money for the pill she brought this time in advance, deducted the cost at Mu Wanwan's strong request, and then took the spirit stone to her.

"The spirit stones of Bixingcao and Baizhenguo have offset the material money this time and last time. One bottle of Huiling Pill earns one and a half middle-grade spirit stones. For your twelve bottles, 70% is about 13 yuan. I will give you fifteen middle-grade spirit stones in total, plus the priceless Ningxue Pill in the market.” Uncle Zong counted and handed Mu Wanwan a small cloth bag, “I’ll change it for you. I bought some low-grade spirit stones and silver coins, which are more convenient for you to use."

Mu Wanwan was not awkward either, she took the bag of spirit stones that was a bit heavy with excitement, and she felt a little excited...

According to the price here, a low-grade spirit stone is about 100 soft sister coins, and a medium-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for about fifteen low-grade spirit stones. Then she, now does not mean that she has made more than 20,000 yuan at once. ?

Although it is said that the value of Lingshi cannot be equal to that of Soft Girl Coins, and a part of it should be set aside for Mr. Long to absorb, but after such calculation, Mu Wanwan felt that he was really rich.

She felt that the clothes that were too expensive to buy before, the sweet and greasy pastries that she had always wanted to make, the second-order, third-order, and even the fourth-order souls could all be arranged.

"Girl." Seeing her a little excited, Uncle Zong knocked on her drapery hat, "Don't think this is a lot of money."

Mu Wanwan answered him, her voice floating a little.

Uncle Zong sighed, but didn't continue talking about money, and clicked on her wrist. "I saw it before. Where did you get this bracelet?"

Mu Wanwan beckoned for a while, and didn't know what happened, so he said, "My husband gave it to me."

As soon as she finished speaking, her whole face turned red, as if she had been burned by fire, so hot that she subconsciously looked down at her toes.

What's the matter, I was called Madam Long by Mr. Long for a few nights, why did she really treat him as her husband? Obviously, he hasn't really spoken yet.

Her voice fell, and at a glance, the expressions of Uncle Zong and Aunt Yun changed a little.

Feeling a little nervous, Mu Wanwan asked, "Yes, is it something bad?"

Aunt Yun couldn't hold back, she laughed, and smiled happily, her pale face returned to a trace of blood, "No, no, your husband is interested."

Giving an amulet that her brother Lei took a lot of effort to smash, this value could be hundreds of times more expensive than the silly girl's hard work of alchemy.

Uncle Zong couldn't help but laugh a bit, but he didn't know what to say. After all, this may be someone’s spouse appeal, "A pretty good gadget, wear it."

Mu Wanwan touched Qinliang's sapphire bracelet, with Mr. Long's fluffy ears that kept shaking in his mind, and suddenly wanted to go back. She had only been apart for a long time, and she started to miss him.

"By the way, girl, didn't you say that your husband is inconvenient to move?" Uncle Zong said.

Mu Wanwan nodded and heard Uncle Zong say, "I happen to know a dwarf friend who can refine some tools to help walking."

Mu Wanwan’s eyes brightened. In fact, she sometimes guessed that Mr. Long didn’t want to wake up. It was because he couldn’t walk anymore. He wanted face and didn’t want to be ashamed. Now she’s just thinking about it. If a wheelchair can be made, Maybe she can push Mr. Long to bask in the yard?

"Uncle Zong, bother, I just need it."

Uncle Zong was a little embarrassed, "Others are pretty good. It should be cheaper because you are the person I introduced."

When he said this, Mu Wanwan felt a little bit in her heart, and she asked cautiously, "Uncle Zong, can you ask about how much it will cost?"

Uncle Zong touched his chin, "If it's discounted, it's estimated to be seven or eight middle-grade spirit stones."

Mu Wanwan: "..."