I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

He was already very uncomfortable, and she still touched his forehead.

The cold palm of his hand carries some cold air from rain, and the moist touch reduces the temperature on his forehead, which makes Mr. Long feel a lot more comfortable, but the delicate skin slowly slides across the forehead, but he has never felt it before. Trembling touch.

Mr. Long's fingers hidden in the quilt were tightly clenched, and his knuckles turned white.

But soon, Mu Wanwan's cold hands were warmed by his forehead, losing the cooling effect.

There must be a fever.

Mu Wanwan was very worried and glanced at Mr. Long...

His normal state is usually with black and red lines on his face, but his complexion is still very pale, but today, except for the areas covered by the lines on his face, his ears are also red.

"Why do you have a fever?" Mu Wanwan couldn't think about other things anymore, and hurriedly got some water to soak the kerchief, wring it out and put it on Mr. Long's forehead to cool him down.

After doing these actions, she still didn't feel relieved and lifted the quilt to look at Mr. Long's tail, and it was not bad.

There should be nothing serious, right?

Mu Wanwan frowned and was still a little worried. She wanted to boil some water for a bath, but now Mr. Long seems to have a fever. She had to sit quietly by the bed, thinking about her plan for the next few days. He looked at the door unconsciously.

Mr. Long gradually calmed down because of the cold veil on his forehead, and the roots of his ears were still a bit hot. He cautiously showed a trace of spiritual knowledge, slowly spreading from the red joy.

She should have changed her clothes now, and he has revealed his spiritual sense now, shouldn't it matter?

Mr. Long couldn't tell the feeling in his heart, and he was a bit disappointed and relieved when his divine sense slowly stuck to Mu Wanwan's sleeves.

Mu Wanwan sat for a while, then changed the veil on Mr. Long's forehead, and then saw that most of the red tide on his face had receded, and he was touching his forehead, and it was not as hot as it was just now.

this is?

All right?

Is it so fast?

Mu Wanwan still did not dare to leave. After thinking about it, she walked to a few pots of green star grass placed in the window and picked a pretty good seedling to guide the spiritual power in the body, and the fingertips exudes a radiant glow. The green light conveyed the spiritual power of the wood element without reservation. Soon, the green star grass gradually matured, and two green shoots grew rapidly, holding the translucent fruit in the middle. , It gets bigger little by little.

This time, Mu Wanwan didn't immediately withdraw his spiritual power after seeing the blue star grass fruit mature, but instead transferred half of the original power, and the fruit became more shiny and beautiful.

When she felt a little dizzy, she stopped her hand, carefully picked off the fruit, and slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Although she didn't know why Mr. Long had a brief fever, she guessed that it might be because he lacked spiritual power, or his wound was hidden in a place where she couldn't see it.

This green star grass fruit used her 80% spiritual power, and the fruit it produced was much larger than other green star grass fruits. Mu Wanwan even faintly felt that this fruit might have reached the second stage.

She washed the fruit and wiped off the water drops on it, then walked to the bed and gently pinched his chin.

Mr. Long was a little surprised, and he had a vague guess in his heart. In the next instant, she felt that the ginseng slices in her mouth were taken out by her, and replaced by cold and bitter juice.

The taste of Baizhen fruit is different from the previous Baizhen fruit. It is the fruit of Bixingcao that Mu Wanwan has just cultivated with most of his spiritual energy.

In the translucent peel, as long as a small hole is punctured, the pulp inside will flow out like water. Mr. Long was forced to swallow the juice, only to feel that this green star grass fruit contained a lot of spiritual power and essence. There was even a trace of peculiar energy, as soon as it entered his body, it rushed towards the huge curse, as if it was going to end up with the curse of the abyss monster, breaking away a trace of curse.

Mr. Long was surprised, his eyelashes trembled, and he had a new understanding of the lady who had come to Chong Xilai.

She seems, not that low talent.

The emotions couldn't help but slowly moved up, staying on Mu Wanwan's face.

His wife is not the kind of beauty who has a peerless look at first glance, but she has clear and beautiful black eyes, a little pink mouth, thin cheeks, round nose, and semi-wet hair hanging on the side of her face. She was hanging her head at the moment, seriously feeding him fruit, her expression focused, quietly like an ink painting.

The tip of Mr. Long's heart is hot, feeling her fingertips wipe the juice from his lips, enjoying her meticulous care, only feels unprecedented peace, he withdrew his consciousness, began to absorb energy with peace of mind, and heal the injuries in his body.

He wants to get better quickly and take her away from this place full of hypocrisy and danger.

Now Aoqin didn't kill him, one reason was for the sake of face, and the most important reason was because of the treasures in the Dragon Clan's forbidden land.

The dragon clan has been passed down for thousands of years, and the treasures in the forbidden area in the mansion are only the tip of the iceberg. In the past million years, fewer and fewer people have ascended, and the treasures left by the predecessors who have ascended have become very precious.

But these treasures are all scattered in various forbidden areas, with the eighth-order magic circle blocking the periphery, and the core treasures are locked with the tenth-order magic circle. As long as the dragon race reaches the third-order strength or higher, it can freely enter the periphery of the forbidden area, but only every leader in the core area is qualified to open it.

Although Ao Qin had taken over all the forces in his hands, but without his horns, the dragon that could not cut off the horns of the previous leader was not qualified to become the new leader.

If he dies and no new leader is born, according to the previous agreement, all enchantments will be opened in the forbidden area. At that time, the entire dragon clan will lose its greatest treasure.

So Mr. Long knew he still had some time, but he didn't know how long it would be.

Although he was seriously injured in the last war, those people did not take advantage, and the leader of the monster race was almost half bitten by him, and he should be in retreat now.

Mr. Long hopes that his recovery time will be slower and slower.

Because once Aoqin reached an agreement with the Yaozu, got his horns, and obtained the approval of the forbidden land, then he would lose his last support.

The wife would be dragged down abruptly because of her crippled marrying him.

He would never allow this kind of thing.

He made a mistake and was defeated horribly, even if he lost his life, he would not regret it.

However, she still doesn't know anything.

I don't know that he is awake, his dark and **** past, the heavy shackles on him, and the danger of marrying him.

Mr. Long suddenly squeezed his fingers, his joints turned white.

How unlucky she was to meet herself.

How cruel he was, that she would feel that marrying him was the luckiest thing in his life.

... Mu Wanwan knew nothing about the complexity and guilt in Mr. Long's heart.

After feeding the dragon calmly, she touched his forehead again, and found that it was not as hot as before, and then let go of her heart and shivered coldly.

Today, the temperature is not high, the wind is very strong, she was still in the rain, and because she was worried that Mr. Long didn't take a bath in time, she felt cold all over.

And I didn't eat at noon, and now I am hungry and cold.

Mu Wanwan rubbed his arms, took out the Qiankun bag and stuffed it under the pillow, while holding his clothes under the umbrella, he went to the side hall.

She has to boil some hot water to take a shower, or she will catch a cold.

The kitchen and the bathing house are separate. Mu Wanwan started to be a little bit Houhu himself because he didn’t buy a new umbrella because she was stingy. Although her broken umbrella can cover the light and medium rain, it can’t cover the heavy rain like today. of.

When she boiled the water to take a bath and returned to the room, the newly changed clothes were half wet.

Mu Wanwan changed another set. Seeing the dirty clothes in the basin was a bit stuffy, the rain was so heavy and I didn't know when to stop. I probably couldn't do it after washing the clothes, if she didn't buy it this time. I'm afraid I don't have enough clothes if I don't have enough clothes.

Thinking of the things she bought, Mu Wanwan felt a little more energetic, took out the Qiankun bag under the pillow, and began to take it out the same way.

The universe that Uncle Zong gave her is actually not big, the internal space is about two meters long, wide and high, but to Mu Wanwan, it is the most valuable thing on her body now, you know, even this kind of thing. The storage space is very small, and storage bags that don't have any heat preservation and freshness preservation function also have a lot of low-grade spirit stones on the market, and they can only be exchanged for spirit stones.

Such a Qiankun bag was not bought by Bai Shuiyao even when the Mu family was still prosperous.

Uncle Zong gave it to her directly and generously, probably because he really wants to continue cooperating with him.

Mu Wanwan is not stupid. After this market, combining Uncle Zong’s reaction and her high success rate in cultivating seeds, she can guess one or two. The original body has also cultivated some plants before, but the effect is not as good as hers. The cultivation is good, so it may be that after she wears the book, the change in her soul has caused some changes in the spiritual power in her body.

And it's a good change.

A smile appeared in Mu Wanwan's eyes, so she still has gold fingers! Otherwise, she started with a disabled dragon and didn't get a golden finger in the follow-up, so she would just pack up and jump into the river with Mr. Long...

But if the dragon jumped into the river, he couldn't die.

Mu Wanwan didn't know how to skew his thoughts to this point, shook his head and wanted to quickly get things organized and take a nap.

The method of using the Qiankun bag is also very simple. At that time, she followed the instructions of Uncle Zong and printed a trace of her spiritual power on it. It only took a small amount of spiritual power to use it.

First, Mu Wanwan took out the quilt and clothes with the largest volume and put them in the cabinet, and then the rice noodles she ate and the bones and meat she bought with a lot of silver coins, and put them in the back basket together with the meringue.

She also bought two pairs of shoes. Her shoes were all wet, and the shoes were not expensive. Two pairs only cost three silver coins, which is equivalent to fifteen yuan a pair. It was really a big sale, but the quality is also very good. Generally speaking, they are not good shoes, and they are bare, with no patterns at all.

In addition to these things, Mu Wanwan also bought some lamp oil and wicks. Although her daily spiritual energy is enough to cultivate seeds, she still decides to do some needlework at night, so she can also subsidize more. Some households, and she wants to use some spirit stones herself, only when her spiritual power improves, can she have more wood spiritual power to cultivate seeds.

In the past, she didn't know that her spiritual power was special, but now she knew it, then improving herself is also a necessary part of raising a dragon. If she can't make money, then Mr. Long's Lingshi will be even more helpless.

Mu Wanwan took out the most important and valuable little pocket, which contained all the property of the two of them, one middle-grade spiritual stone, four low-grade spiritual stones, three silver coins and five copper plates.

The silver coins and copper plates were only for the entry fee. She decided to leave a low-grade spirit stone for herself, and the middle-grade spirit stone and the remaining three pieces were reserved for Mr. Long.

After making up his mind, Mu Wanwan took out all the spirit stones.

There is still a big difference between middle-grade spirit stones and lower-grade spirit stones. They should be larger and more transparent. Mu Wanwan held the middle-grade spirit stone filled with spiritual energy and shone in from the window. Looking at the light, I felt that this piece of spiritual stone was simply reflecting the brilliant luster from beginning to end.

In the memory of the original body, the highest-rank spiritual stone I have seen is the top-grade spiritual stone, which is a kind of spiritual stone that looks better in terms of appearance and color. Mu Wanwan secretly guessed that the best spirit stone is probably better-looking, larger, and more valuable than diamonds.

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, feeling that because of the presence of the middle-grade spirit stone, it seemed that the air was filled with rich spiritual energy.

She put a few spirit stones in Mr. Long's ear and said softly, "Mr. Long, am I very good? This time I made a lot of spirit stones back."

Mu Wanwan smiled when she finished speaking, she would actually ask for credit with an unconscious dragon.

After cleaning up some debris, she put two packs of seeds and the spiritual soil sent by Uncle Zong on the table, and dried the needles and fabrics for embroidery that had been soaked before, ready to wait until she woke up. Cultivate spiritual plants.

I don't know if she's too hungry, but she doesn't really want to eat now. Mu Wanwan only felt dizzy and cold. He was a little hungry at first, but now he doesn't want to eat anything.

She was a little worried whether she had caught a cold because of the rain, but she felt that her health was much better than before, and she should not be so weak, but she still supported her dizzy head and exhausted her spiritual energy to give birth to a plant. Bistar grass fruit.

Poke the peel, Mu Wanwan finished a small piece of fruit like sucking juice.

It turned out to be a bit bitter.

Mu Wanwan thought, feeling a little more comfortable in his stomach, but his head was still a little dizzy.

Will it be alright after a nap? She made the bed, closed the door, and took the first nap since she wore a book.

…

…

Mu Wanwan fell into a dark dreamland, and Mr. Long was also working hard to recover. Compared with their peace and quiet, Ao Qin, who occupied almost the entire mansion and forbidden area, was very restless.

"Trash!" In the quiet hall, only the voice of Ao Qin scolding the dragon in anger, his powerful sixth-order coercion spread, and the other dragons in the hall that were cursed by him had to lower them because of the difference in strength. Haughty head.

"My lord, the leader of the monster clan is seriously injured. The asking price of the clan leader is too high. It is really not suitable for us now..." A black dragon, who was a little older, was slapped on the wall by Ao Qin before he could finish his words. He held his chest and knelt. On the ground, an old face twitched, silently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and stopped talking.

Ao Qin irritated the hall twice, and Junxiu’s face lost the indifferent and arrogant she had when Mu Wanwan first met in the ancestral hall. Instead, there was a trace of crazy jealousy, and even the dragon horns on her forehead pressed Unbearable looming.

The reason for his irritability is very simple. He has spent so much time and painstaking efforts to win over other dragon races, and finally waited until Jun Shang himself was seriously injured and was about to die.

As a result, when he accepted all the forces of the tyrant and prepared to enter the forbidden area to search for treasures, he found out that he was not qualified.

And he just got the news that that useless old monster from the Monster Race was sneak attacked by the Witch Clan leader after the battle, and one of the **** dragon's horns was in the hands of the Witch Clan leader.

Now the monster clan felt that he had suffered a great loss, and the witch clan also wanted to make a profit. They stared at him one by one, and even wanted to obtain half of the treasures in the forbidden land.

Those treasures should belong to him Ao Qin alone.

Ao Qin took a deep breath, suffered a loss from the Yao and Wu clan, and suffocated the fire in his heart, but he forced himself to calm down and asked, "Uncle Li, what about these younger generations who have entered the forbidden land to keep warm? How is it?"

"My lord, among the ten dragons under fifty who entered the forbidden area this time, three have broken through to Tier 4, all of them are Azure Dragons." Qinglong, who was called Uncle Li, proudly said, "Although the remaining seven have not broken through , But the spiritual power in the body has been refined a lot."

"Yeah." Ao Qin nodded. After hearing the news, he was satisfied. The talent of the younger generation in the clan is considered acceptable. When he was fifty years old, he was only at the Tier 4 peak. It will be difficult for the next few decades. Break through the sixth order.

There was a smile on Uncle Li's face, but the faces of the other dragons were not so good.

Since Ao Qin took over the territory, he has held the right to use the forbidden land in the mansion in his hands. Originally, according to the rules, only ten people could enter the fairy pool once every ten years. Ao Qin not only opened it two years earlier, but also gave the Qinglong tribe five places. The reason was that the Qinglong tribe had so many heirs.

But he has many heirs. The Azure Dragon tribe has more people than the Purple Dragon tribe, Black Dragon tribe, White Dragon tribe and Golden Dragon tribe, but so far there are only a few thousand tribesmen, so why do they occupy five places.

It’s just these thoughts that they only dared to say in their hearts that the dragon race is no longer the dragon race that dominated the entire continent and the abyss in the past. Although they now have the largest territory in the entire continent, they have thin heirs and don’t know if they are reaping them. What kind of curse, there are only two dragons above the seventh rank, Ao Bing, who is weak and dead, and Junshang who is now in a coma.

Jun Shang was an orphan dragon before, and many dragons bullied him before he came to power, so basically no dragon stood by Jun Shang. This time he was seriously injured. Although he was cursed by the abyss monsters and lost his tail and dragon horns, he might be able to recover if he poured out all the treasures. But it's a pity that he usually kills decisively and does not give any dragon sweetness, so there is no dragon to support him.

When he was injured, Ao Qin immediately relied on the strongest strength among the younger generation and the support of five elders of the Qinglong clan with the sixth rank and above, so he directly stuffed him with Mrs. Chongxi, what kind of elixir? , All were broken, and also united with the ambitious Qinglong clan to cover the sky.

Their other dragons only thought that their own clan's interests were threatened, and they didn't really care about the king.

Oh, I still care, as long as you don't die before you get his dragon horns.

But they are not as strong as others, they can't fight, they don’t have too many conspiracy minds, and they don’t want to pay the price for rescuing the monarch who may be disabled for a lifetime. In addition, the few remaining tribes add up to no one, the Qinglong clan. If you have more, naturally you can only choose to surrender.

They are not ignorant of their careful thinking. As long as his clan gains benefits, he doesn't care what other clan thinks about him, "Is there anything else in the territory lately?"

The courtier of the White Dragon tribe is a young dragon, and he respectfully said, "My lord, the territory has been very peaceful recently. The dwarves and the orcs are very peaceful and there is no trouble. It is the human race, because..."

He paused for a while and continued, "Because the Lord was seriously injured before, many county officials who had been confessed by the Lord were assassinated, and the human race was in a certain turmoil."

Ao Qin nodded and sneered, "Needless to say about the human race, Uncle Li, then you will take a few younger generations from the race to visit a few counties, suppress it, and stop making trouble. "

"The left and right sides are no more than the ants, they will multiply if they die a lot, it's not worth paying attention to." Ao Qin ordered.

"Okay, you all retreat." Ao Qin waved his hand, and several nearby officials looked at each other, and left at his order.

Out of the hall, Li Shu showed a professional smirk to the other four nearby ministers, disdaining him, "Everyone, your lord has ordered me to do things, I'll go one step ahead."

Several other people responded with smiles and waved friendly to watch Uncle Li leave.

After Uncle Li left, the four of them looked at each other tacitly, got up and summoned their spirit clouds, and quickly flew away from the tyrant's mansion.

After a while, in a VIP room in Bishuilou, about thirty or forty kilometers away from the Tyrant's Mansion, the two close officials of the Bailong and Jinlong clan gathered together again.

Bishuilou is one of the most famous restaurants under Jinjiang Auction House, and it is also the restaurant with the most complete privacy protection for guests. The two dragons are both at level 5 and above. After the enchantment is opened, unless there is a level 7 The strong snoop, otherwise no one can hear the conversation between them.

"Bai Huan, what do you think of Ao Qin?" Jin Yan held his chin and looked up at the young man in front of him.

Bai Huan looked at him helplessly, "You gave me a voice transmission when you left, just to discuss the right and wrong of Master Ao Qin with me?"

Jin Yan smiled, "Don't you think it's uncomfortable to see him?"

Bai Huan took a bite of the food, "I think it's okay."

Jin Yan was choked by him, knowing that their Bailong clan is no more than a hundred members of the clan, and they don't care about these places, one place is enough for them. He didn't continue to talk about this topic, only said, "Before you talk about business, let's have some fun, do you remember the current Mrs. Chongxi of the waste dragon?"

Bai Huan raised her eyebrows inconspicuously, "You said that Chongxi item? She is just a first-order monk, her father is Mushan, right?"

Jin Yan nodded, smiling, "It's her."

"My subordinate told me that she recently went to the Fairy Clan market under my name twice, and this time there are a lot of men's clothes." Jin Yan said, "That woman is also really interesting, she is really relieved and ready to take care of the waste. ?"

Bai Huan also showed a faint smile, because the Jinlong clan and the Bailong clan are not many, he grew up with Jin Yan when he was a child. When they were still very weak, the arrogant side of the dragon clan made them look down on orphans. Hybrid dragon, bullied that trash before.

Who knows that Feng Shui turns around. When they were still at Tier 4, the waste dragon had already broken through Tier 7 and became the leader. Originally they were very anxious that the waste dragon would retaliate against them, in fact, he did take revenge. Their tails were bitten by the waste dragon, and they hadn't been fully recovered after so many years.

The two of them don't usually have a very good personality, but they are very tacit understanding in the matter of attacking and laughing at Mr. Long.

"And then, are you going to make that woman unable to live?" Bai Huan's mood also improved and took a sip of wine.

Jin Yan waved his hand, "Am I the kind of dragon that bullies women?"

Bai Huan smiled when he heard his words, "Aren't you?"

Jin Yan showed a scowling smile, "It won't be enough to kill her."

Bai Huan squinted her eyes, thinking of something, and said, "I have an idea, do you want to listen?"

Jin Yan came to nature, "What?"

"I see the soul lamp of the hybrid dragon in the forbidden area. Although it is dim, it occasionally shines. It means that you will occasionally recover your mind. But the first-order monks are actually better than mortals, and they don't have spiritual knowledge. I must not notice it."

"Didn't you say that she bought clothes for the waste?" Bai Huan curled her lips. "That means she is actually quite good to the waste, and the **** dragon probably knows it. You said, if you arrange a dream The demons gave the woman a hint to let her fall into the dream of a hybrid dragon and see how he killed people before. Wouldn't it be interesting?"

Jin Yan said, "You might as well just hypnotize the person so that she abuses the trash dragon like this."

Bai Huan shook his head, "This is boring, and only if he knows it will it make him feel uncomfortable."

Jin Yan frowned and nodded half-soundingly, "It seems like this."

"He now estimates that his strength is less than 10% of his previous strength. Using Dream Demon was wasted." Jin Yan smiled, "Just use the third-order magical grass of the elven race."

"Yes." Bai Huan laughed too, but Qingjun's boy smiled a little bit evilly, "Moreover, you need to know the name of the **** dragon to use the dream demon. Do you know his name?"

Jin Yan was asked to stop, and touched his chin, "You said that, I don't seem to know his name."

When they were young, they called him Hybrid Dragon. Later, when he became a leader, he called him the King, and secretly called him the Tyrant. Now that people are abolished, they call him the Junk Dragon. The question of the name of the King is really a problem.

"Don't think about it, you are looking for me to make a prank on the waste dragon?" Bai Huan changed the subject, the now down-and-out tyrant, but just their amusements, besides, they can't really do anything to people, after all. He still needs to be alive now.

Jin Yan didn't continue to struggle with this problem, and began to talk about business with Bai Huan.

In half an hour, two overlord-level distinguished guests were missing from the VIP room of Bishuilou, and no one knew what they said today.

…

…

Mu Wanwan didn't know that there were two bad dragons who had bullied Mr. Long before and were planning to bully him again, only to feel that she was sleeping very, very deep. When she woke up again, the sky outside was already dark. The rain hasn't stopped, but it's getting a little lighter.

Mu Wanwan was uncomfortable. Not only did her throat hurt, she also had cold sweat on her forehead, and her hands and feet were numb. She felt that she might have a cold, and when she thought there were a lot of things she hadn't done at home, Mr. Long also After being hungry for a day with her, he stopped lying on the bed and stood up to make dinner.

In the evening, she fried a vegetable for herself and cooked a bowl of sweet porridge for Mr. Long. After dinner, she didn't feel much better because of dinner, but her head got hotter and hotter.

Mu Wanwan was washing the dishes while praying that she would never have a fever. If she became ill and had a fever, the consequences would not be as simple as she was alone. Perhaps Mr. Long would also have a rotten tail again because of the loss of the spirit stone.

She had just cut her finger before, and it hurt so much when she saw a little blood. His tail was rotten again and again, how painful was it?

Mu Wanwan supported the uncomfortable and cultivated two green star grass seeds, which was really uncomfortable, and then lay back on the bed.

She felt that it might be that she was too tired and caught in the rain recently, and she felt sick all of a sudden. She thought that she should be fine after one night's rest, but she woke up the next day but became more ill.

How did she know that she was not just a simple cold and fever this time, but a manifestation of her body reaching its limit.

Before she passed through, the original owner had already reached the limit due to a series of blows, and most of his soul had collapsed, and sooner or later he would die. After she put it on, although the soul was stabilized, the physical fatigue did not disappear too much. In addition, she was always worried about life. Before the injury from Aoqin was fully recovered, she began to cultivate spiritual power every day to make money. Plants, the body has already reached the edge of falling.

This time it just broke out because of rain and freezing for a long time.

If she hadn't eaten the blue star grass fruit, maybe she couldn't have weak consciousness at all now.

Mu Wanwan was hot all over, but she felt very cold. She opened her eyes forcibly, raised her weak arm and touched her forehead, which was very hot.

But she felt so cold, mist formed in her eyes, and subconsciously moved towards Mr. Long's end, until she was about to get close to his bed, she felt more at ease.

"Mr. Long, I'm so cold."

It is said that people who are sick will be more vulnerable than ordinary people, and Mu Wanwan is the same. Even her illness this time is not only a headache, but more like exhaustion to the limit of the body.

"Mr. Long, I want to drink water."

Mu Wanwan knew that it was useless to call him, but still didn't know what his mentality was, and called him a few times in a low voice until tiredness struck her, causing her to fall asleep again.

So waiting for Mr. Long the next evening, he suppressed the curse in his body and recovered his mind after connecting the meridians of his right arm. When he reached out his spiritual consciousness, Mu Wanwan was still lying on the bed, motionless.

The spiritual sense did not touch the vigorous and energetic Mu Wanwan that was before, Mr. Long was a little surprised, but soon, his accident was replaced by worry.

She was different from usual, her face was pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, she curled up on one side, as if it were cold.

Mr. Long's heart suddenly picked up, and she was sick.

"Cold." Mu Wanwan felt that she was hot and cold, and her whole person was very uncomfortable. She had a headache that was about to explode. She just gritted her teeth and was confused and didn't know where she was or what she was talking about.

cold?

Is she cold?

Mr. Long felt uncomfortable, and his divine sense brushed her cheeks with pity. Her lips were already pale, and her brows were frowning tightly. Perhaps because of pain, the eyelashes kept trembling, like a sharp invisible and sharp eyelashes. The knife stabbed him little by little.

If it weren't for taking care of him, she wouldn't have worked so hard.

He has to do something.

With guilt in his heart, Mr. Long stretched out his right arm that was just able to move. With the help of his divine consciousness, his long arm broke out of his own quilt and got into her bed.

It's icy.

Mr. Long slowly grabbed her hand, which was different from the soft feeling before. Her palm was full of sweat, damp and cold. Compared with her hand, her body temperature was so high.

Moreover, I heard that dragon blood is very tonic, maybe he can drink a little of his blood?

Although he is a cursed dragon, the blood in his heart is still pure.

Gradually there were some thoughts in his mind, but Mr. Long hesitated.

He can control the concentration of the blood in his heart, and only give her a little drink without letting her notice it, but would she be willing to keep warm?

Although she married him and is his wife, she may not be willing.

If I really pull people into my bed to warm her, maybe, when she wakes up, she will cry.

After all, he is ugly now and disabled.

In fact, Mr. Long has always been very inferior. He knew that Mu Wanwan was kind to him, perhaps just a sympathy, but even so, he could not stop her from entering his heart a little bit.

He was like a humble monster in a dark alley, only seeing a glimmer of light, he couldn't wait to take her as his own and brand her himself.

However, he was also afraid of her crying, afraid that she would not accept it when she recovered.

Although they had slept in a bed together before, she made the decision by herself at that time, and he would not think about warming her with her body temperature.

But now it’s different...

Mr. Long felt that he was holding her hand, darkly like a fallen dragon, as long as he gently pulled people over, they would have skin-to-skin relatives.

In his own heart, he really wanted to do this, and even his shameless blood boiled over it.