I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

The night in late autumn was very cold, and the room was dark and quiet without a trace of light.

The sound of his heartbeat was very clear. Mr. Long could clearly feel her breathing sprayed on his chest, but his heart gradually calmed down.

Because Madam contains a trace of green star grass fruit with special spiritual power and the intermittent spiritual power supplement during this period, Mr. Long has successfully connected three fragmented pronuclei, and the circulation of exercises in his body has resisted part of the curse.

If the abyss monsters hadn't suddenly attacked when his pronuclear was broken, perhaps he wouldn't have fallen into such a miserable situation.

However, perhaps this defeat is a lucky thing.

The divine consciousness flicked over the spiritual stone placed in the ear, and gently brushed over Mu Wanwan's cheek, dissipating into the air.

Mr. Long retracted his consciousness and began to look inside the curse in his body.

The most vicious curse spread all the way from his rotten tail to his limbs and a hundred skeletons, binding his meridians. The whole dragon went from bones to epidermis. Except for a small clean place around the pronuclear fragments, there was only blood from the heart's mouth. , Still pure.

For a dragon, the scales are the bottom line, the horns are the dignity, the tail is the weapon of battle, the pronucleus is the place where energy is stored, and the blood in the heart is the cohesion of talent and life.

Taking the dragon's heart and blood can be refined into a precious pill for longevity, and it can also be used as a medicinal guide to nurture the most powerful puppet warrior of the Wu clan. Dragon meat is also very nourishing. Although blood from other places is not as useful as the blood of the heart, it is also a good ingredient for refining medicine.

As an orphan dragon that has been unable to perfect its shape since childhood and has no protection from anyone, Mr. Long has met so many people who wanted to kill him for blood in the past few decades, and he can hardly remember it.

But of those people, no one has ever succeeded.

Now, he is willing to bear the pain of the heart-wrenching.

Only now, he needs a little power that can temporarily suppress the curse.

The spirit stone that the wife brought back this time could allow him to temporarily suppress the curse for a few minutes at the cost of being in a coma for a week.

Without any hesitation, Mr. Long made a calm decision. In the next instant, the middle-grade spirit stone that Mu Wanwan had placed next to his pillow quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, together with the two surrounding lower-grade spirits. The stone also turned into energetic spiritual power, and got into his body.

After a while, Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled lightly, and the black and red lines on his cheeks seemed to be alive, gleaming with hideous red lights, and Mr. Long's expression was a little scary.

He wanted her to see his best look, what he wanted her to see was the appearance of other people.

The scales began to show signs of cracking, and the dragon's tail began to shake unnaturally. Mr. Long's entire dragon began to emit a faint golden light, which was very dazzling at night and made Mu Wanwan in a drowsy very uncomfortable.

She struggled uncomfortably twice, trying to make her pillow more honest, but before she finished protesting, she felt that her legs and shoulders sank, and she was pressed by something on the bed.

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes slightly dissatisfied, but she saw a pair of brilliant, flowing gold pupils, like two beams of lights in the dark, embedded in the narrow eye sockets, staring straight at her.

Mr. Long opened her honey-like thick phoenix eyes. Unexpectedly, she would suddenly open her eyes, and her long, curled eyelashes shuddered twice.

His long black hair was draped behind his back, two strands dangling from his ears, his nose was high, his thin lips were a little embarrassing, and the tips of his ears were a little red.

He could finally see her with his own eyes, although it was only a few minutes.

Mr. Long looked at her seriously, from her forehead wet with cold sweat, greedily stroked her eyelids and nose, staying on Mu Wanwan's somewhat chapped lips.

He even couldn't help but want to kiss him, just like he had imagined in his mind.

But Mr. Long, who has good night vision ability, had not had time to take action, he saw that Mu Wanwan had an uncomfortable expression as soon as he saw him, and even his eyes were squinted like stinging, and the corners of his eyes were faint. With tears.

Is it?

He cried her ugly?

Mr. Long suddenly became a little sluggish, and his grievances slowly turned his pair of brilliant golden pupils back to normal black with indifference, and stopped his childish act of opening the screen.

But although he changed back, Mu Wanwan's tears couldn't stop.

She was so ugly crying by Mr. Long, she didn't even see Mr. Long's appearance.

His eyes are so bright, and Mu Wanwan is only a first-order monk. He has been in the dark for a long time, and suddenly saw such a bright, irritating her eyes suddenly shed physiological tears, hazy, plus her head. It hurts again, and all of a sudden the tears can't stop.

Moreover, even though Mr. Long was awake, in the confused eyes of Mu Wanwan, it was just that the pillow in her dream suddenly became a badass, not only did it not keep warm, but it also pressed her and made her very uncomfortable.

Mr. Long is stiff, and Mr. Long is injured.

He knew that the behaviors he had seen in the dark alleys to tease dragons were all deceiving dragons, saying that the purer the pupil color, the better the bloodline talent, and there will be many dragons willing to lay eggs for him. Sure enough, they are all fake.

He was okay now, and he rarely woke up. Not only did he fail to impress his wife, but he also did not deceive his wife with his handsome face before he was cursed. On the contrary, he cried ugly.

Mr. Long felt bitter, watching the tears from the corners of her eyes roll down like beads, feeling helpless.

"Good." Fingertips gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, Mr. Long made a husky voice that was almost murmured in a husky voice that had not been spoken for a long time.

However, Mu Wanwan couldn't hear it.

She was uncomfortable with her eyes open, and simply closed her eyes.

Mr. Long: "..."

There was a low smile in the dark night, more like a helpless sigh.

His rough fingertips pressed against her soft lips, and his cheeks were hot as he thought about what was going to happen next.

He wants to feed her the blood of his heart. It’s not an advantage... right...

But before going into a coma, he still wanted to look at her a few more times.

Mr. Long stared greedily at her weak face in the dark night, watching it over and over again, until less than two minutes were left, Mr. Long slowly retracted his gaze and closed his eyes lightly.

In the next instant, his cheeks suddenly became pale, and the black and red curse lines that had been suppressed that had not been able to emerge suddenly appeared, and even the little secrets he had never wanted people to discover were also exposed.

But Mr. Long didn't know how miserable and embarrassed he was at this moment.

He earnestly swallowed a drop of blood from his heart, escorted it all the way with spiritual power, held it on the tip of his tongue, slowly leaned down, did not dare to open his eyes, just followed the feeling, and moved to Mu Wan's lips.

Breathe each other.

He still didn't have the ability to kiss, and only gently pinched her chin, dragged the half drop of blood with a few spiritual powers, and sent it to Mu Wanwan's mouth.

Mr. Long's face turned pale, his ears were red, and he even felt a little dizzy and erratic. It was even more irritating than he had knocked the sixth-order spirit pill before.

The curse in his body gradually began to counterattack, and he lost his heart and blood and weakness. Mr. Long's face was ugly. He leaned forward and lay back. Almost as soon as he recovered his previous posture, his straight and slender legs immediately turned into long long legs. It's a bit rotten dragon tail.

The carefully hidden broken corners also emerged, and even beside the pair of broken corners, a pair of fluffy white ears were born.

Although it is painful but still full of sweetness, Mr. Long, who feels that he has finally paid a little for his wife, doesn’t even know that since he became an adult, he has never been exposed in front of others, and has been suppressing the secret even after being seriously injured and unconscious. So exposed.

After all, he had never lost his painstaking effort, and he didn't know that there would be such side effects.

Mr. Long was overly weak and fell into a coma, and the situation at Wanwan was not much better.

Her body was only the initial stage of cultivation, and she had been overdrawing her spiritual power during this period, but she was not cursed. She could slowly absorb some spiritual supplements from the heavens and the earth. These days, her cultivation was also promoted to the middle of the first stage.

But the middle stage of the first order is only so much stronger than the mortal, and it is still a long way from absorbing the half drop of the seventh-order effort of Mr. Long.

Although Mr. Long had already eliminated his attributes, and even forcibly deprived most of his energy, making that half of the dragon's blood devoid of any violent energy, it still made Mu Wanwan a little bit deficient.

When it's just a little bit.

After the half of his blood was swallowed by her, Mu Wanwan not only did not get better as quickly as Mr. Long expected, but fell into a long period of pain. Originally it was just a headache. Now, from the toes to the strands of hair It hurts.

It’s not the pain of being crushed, but the kind of pain from the inside out, especially in the dantian. The original stored spiritual energy is at most a thin air mass, which directly expands, fully supporting the dantian. Yes, even along the thin meridians, opening up the territory all the way, first roughly opening the meridians that are not tough enough, and then using a powerful repair effect to rejoin the broken meridians.

It seems that she has been remodeled entirely. If a monk in the cultivation world sees this scene, she will definitely be very envious.

After all, the strength of the first-tier is equivalent to the training level, and the second-tier talent can stand with the monks in the foundation period. And the price of a Jidan is often higher than five high-grade spirit stones. The chance of successfully transforming and building a foundation is only 10% to 20%. Most mortals who are in their twenties and are only in the Qi refining period have no hope of building a foundation in this life.

The life span is more than one hundred years, only a little stronger than ordinary people.

As for Mu Wanwan, the original body had no talent, and this body was already twenty years old. According to common sense, she may not be able to break through in her life.

But her soul is somewhat special, which has caused a change in her spiritual power, which greatly increases her success rate in cultivating plants, and even the appearance of her cultivated is much higher than that of people of the same class. But this does not mean that she can go very far on the road of cultivation.

For example, this time, just overwork and spiritual overdraft, it almost killed her.

In her situation, even if she had the money to buy Jidan, she might not be able to successfully break through the shackles.

But the half drop of Mr. Long's blood was like a bug.

This drop of blood is many times better than those Zhuji Dan, whose success rate is not high and costly. He directly lifted Mu Wanwan, who had only the strength of the middle stage of the first stage, to the middle stage of the second stage.

And there are no side effects.

Oh, that can't be said, there are still side effects.

That is, the process of transformation is painful.

From the time that half of the blood entered his stomach, Mu Wanwan felt as if he had been tortured, being put on a knife and rolled around over and over again, without even screaming in pain.

If someone sees it, they will find that there is a hazy **** haze on her body. As time goes by, the haze gradually fades. When this haze has completely dissipated, Mu Wanwan This sinful transformation is over.

It lasted more than 30 hours from when she couldn't hold her down until the transformation ended.

…

When Mu Wanwan regained consciousness again, the sky was bright outside, and she lay on the bed with her eyes closed.

She felt that her body was sticky, and her body was not as uncomfortable as before, but her limbs were a little sore, and the tip of her nose was lingering with an unpleasant smell. Mu Wanwan hadn't relieved yet, and her memory began to recover a little...

She remembered that she went to the market before, and then accidentally got caught in the rain. Mr. Long had a fever again. She fed the dragon and fell asleep without feeling well. The result was even more uncomfortable the next day.

Mu Wanwan shook his head, always feeling that something was wrong.

Do you feel that your body is suddenly full of energy after a fever? She didn't seem to be so vigorous after she woke up from an illness before, and she had noticed from just now, what kind of smell is this in the room, it really smells so unpleasant!

Mu Wanwan wanted to open her eyes, but she felt like she didn’t know something on her eyelids. She wanted to reach out and wipe it off, but when she squeezed her hands, she felt the sticky feeling on her hands. She felt a little sick. Raised his hand, but in the next instant, he accidentally hit someone in the arm.

Wait, arm?

How could there be other people's arms in her bed?

Mu Wanwan woke up all at once, and returned to the cage sensibly. He didn't care about anything else. He hurriedly put his hand out of the quilt, resisting the smell, reached out and wiped the sticky dirt on his eyelids, finally opened his eyes. Seeing the current situation clearly...

At this point, Mu Wanwan was almost autistic.

She closed her eyes in disbelief, and said in her heart that it must be the wrong way to open her eyes, and then opened her eyes expectantly.

Mr. Long's evil and pale face very close to her was telling her:

No, you read that right.

Mu Wanwan was silent for a moment, a little collapsed.

Who can tell her, ah ah ah, why is Mr. Long so close to her, she can touch his arm when she stretches out her hand, and can touch his tail when she moves her foot!