I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

There was a little messy footsteps in the yard, and Mr. Long resisted the pain of bone-cutting and maintained his sanity.

He wanted to see how Mu Wanwan disliked him, so that he would have reason to attribute her kindness to him the past few days, all due to her other intentions, so that he could treat this Madam Chongxi these few days. The faint shadow engraved on his heart was completely removed without pain.

Rather than ridiculously thinking about the kindness she had treated herself day after day in the days when she was disgusted, like a deep boudoir resenting the dragon, she secretly released her spirituality and prayed every day.

Mr. Long laboriously drew out a touch of spiritual knowledge, leaned out of the room, and clung to the corner of Mu Wanwan's clothes. After all, he was weak, and he didn't want to look at the disgusting gaze she would show later.

Mu Wanwan couldn't perceive the existence of divine consciousness. She watched that the door of the room was properly closed, and there were no messy footprints on the ground of the yard. She breathed a sigh of relief first, and in the next second she noticed it, in the air. The unpleasant taste became more obvious.

She was worried about Mr. Long in her heart, and opened the door with a "wow". In an instant, a strong rancid smell hit her face, and she couldn't help but took two steps back...

How is this going? Why does the house smell so bad? She remembered that she was fine when she left in the morning.

But she only took two steps back, and Mr. Long's sensitive and fragile heart was almost too much to bear.

Yes, he didn't really have any qualifications to demand how affectionate this lady Chongxilai was for him. After all, they were just nameless, not to mention that he didn't give her anything. On the contrary, they bothered others to take care of him for a long time.

Even if she hates him now, he has no reason to hate her.

Mr. Long pressed his lips tightly and slowly withdrew his spiritual consciousness.

Suddenly he didn't want to watch it, didn't want to see how she disliked him. After all, she didn't even know that he was awake, all this was just his wishful thinking.

Mu Wanwan didn’t know that she just couldn’t resist being smoked and took two steps back, so she made Mr. Long’s progress bar jump forward a lot. After she slowed down, she followed the sunlight shining into the gate, Zi clearly saw the much brighter room, and at a glance he saw Mr. Long lying on the bed well.

The quilt on his body hasn't moved, so no one should come over.

Fortunately, Mr. Long was not bullied.

Mu Wanwan thought, enduring the unpleasant smell in the air, and walked quickly to the bed...

On the jade bed, her quilt was neatly folded and laid aside, while the bed belonging to Mr. Long seemed to be soaked by something, showing a deep color that did not match the big red.

The carrion smell on the tip of her nose became stronger. She looked at Mr. Long’s pale and evil cheeks and tightly pressed lips. An idea gradually emerged in her heart. Mu Wanwan did not hesitate, and reached out to lift the cover on Mr. Long’s body. Dahongxi was.

Her movements are actually very light, but it makes a certain dragon cold, as if on the edge of a cliff...

soon.

When she lifted the quilt and saw his rotten tail clearly, the paradise-like days he had enjoyed so far from his birth will be over.

But he couldn't help but look forward to it, if she didn't dislike it, if she didn't...

No, no, no one will treat him sincerely. Hasn't he been alone in the past 100 years? The only "good brother" who has given some sincerity and stabbed him severely...

Don't open it!

Don't look...

Please…

Mr. Long's fingertips couldn't stop shaking, and the moment his skin touched the air, the blood flowed back.

And at the moment when the quilt was lifted, Mu Wanwan saw the tragedy of Mr. Long clearly...

The long tail of the dragon began to split from the place where she applied the medicine last time, and part of the scales turned from withered yellow to almost black, falling off aside, and the pus, blood and rot from the wound almost wetted the entire quilt. .

Mu Wanwan looked at him when she first met him, almost severely unfinished, only felt dizzy in his head, and his mood was very complicated for a moment. It was not because he was to blame for dirtying the quilt and bed. It was just for Mr. Long. I have a deeper understanding of the injury, and at the same time I feel extremely sad.

Why did she just go out for less than half a day, this person became like this.

Obviously, when she changed her dressing yesterday, Mr. Long’s tail was much better...

Looking at the blood-stained mattress and quilt, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very weak. She stood on the head of Mr. Long’s bed, her eyes reddening shamefully for the first time...

Before crossing, she was just an ordinary office worker, with neither medical knowledge nor amazing beauty. Even in that huge and lonely world, she was always alone and alone.

But after wearing the book, although the life is very difficult, there are many crises, but because of the existence of Mr. Long, she feels that she is also depended on, and she feels that she can also become extremely tough and strong for others.

Although it was only a few days, her thoughts for Mr. Long were from the beginning just to wait for him to wake up and save his life, and now she has a touch of sympathy for relying on each other.

But now, she didn't take care of him.

Mu Wanwan felt a little bit out of breath, and the world in front of her was a little blurred. She reached out in embarrassment and wiped the tears she didn't know when she left, standing almost helplessly...

You have to think of a solution quickly, and you have to think of a solution quickly.

Do you still apply the medicine like last time? Or is it wrong that she did that last time? Countless thoughts squeezed in Mu Wanwan's head, making her unable to react at all.

The room gradually calmed down, and Mr. Long’s heart beat faster and faster, but he neither heard her abhorrent scolding, nor did he hear her cry of collapse, or even the sound of her moving away to escape.

How did she react? Is it because he was shocked and fainted?

Mr. Long still couldn't hold back, and he quietly revealed a trace of divine knowledge, but the divine knowledge seemed to be able to see Mu Wanwan's expression clearly and he lost his way, dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

she cried.

She actually cried, how could she cry.

Will cry for him?

She was not bored, let alone disgusted.

Mr. Long couldn't tell how he felt for a while. This was different from what he expected, and it was different from what he had simulated.

The roots of his ears were shamelessly red, and Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, and he felt that his tail, which had rotted again because of the curse, did not hurt so much.

After nearly a hundred chapters of the plot in Mr. Long's mind, Wanwan finally calmed down. She now regrets not carefully remembering every word of the novel.

If she looks carefully, she might be able to find a way to cure Mr. Long’s tail. The book says that her Mr. Long was severely injured because of a fight with a leader of another race. She didn’t know the reason, and she couldn’t lead Mr. Long. Going out to see the doctor, all she can do is get him some food and occasionally feed some spirit stones...

Wait, Lingshi.

A thought flashed in his mind like an electric flint, Mu Wanwan hurriedly piled all the spirit stones in his pocket in Mr. Long's ear, and at the same time blamed himself even more...

How did she forget that Mr. Long is a dragon of cultivation, and his injuries cannot be cured by simply applying ointments, and 80% of them need a lot of spiritual energy.

Moreover, looking at Mr. Long’s long-term unconscious plant dragon state, 80% of the meridians are also severely damaged, and there is definitely no way to directly absorb the thin aura between heaven and earth. If there is no spiritual stone by his side, it would be equivalent to a piece of dry land, let alone. I have used spiritual power to repair the meridians, I am afraid that it will be difficult to live.

Mu Wanwan raised his sleeves and wiped away the tears. He didn't dislike the smell in the house. He sat on the bed and stared at the Lingshi next to Mr. Long's ears, hoping that this method would work.

I don't know if praying is useful, the few spiritual stones seem to be really in Mu Wanwan's sight, a little bit faded, turned into a drenched aura, and entered Mr. Long's body.