I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan originally wanted to touch it, but when she stretched out her hand, her fingers were covered with slimy dirt, which formed a sharp contrast with Mr. Long's furry white ears. She was really embarrassed to touch it.

Enduring the thought of rubbing the dragon, Mu Wanwan was itchy, but still withdrew his hand angrily.

Once she calmed down, the smell in the room became unbearable.

Mu Wanwan got up, only feeling that the dirt formed on her body was crumpled together with her movements, and she quickly got off the bed because she couldn't bear it.

She stood on the ground, first moved her unstained quilt aside, and then opened Mr. Long's bed...

As soon as he opened it, an unspeakable smell came out. Although his body was already very dirty, Mu Wanwan was almost suffocated by the smell.

After she coughed a few times and eased her breath, she could see that the quilt and mattress were scattered with dirt, and even Mr. Long had some stains on his body.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, and quickly picked up the dirty quilt, opened the window to let the wind out, and hurried to take a clean suit and ran to boil the water for a bath.

The water boiled, and Mu Wanwan just got into the water and rubbed his arms. The originally clear bucket of water immediately turned semi-black, and the dirt like dead skin was constantly rubbed off the skin.

After she simply washed it again, the whole bucket of water had all turned black. Mu Wanwan looked at the bucket of water and was a little silent...

She didn't even know that she had so many dirty things in her body, who used to bathe and wash her hair.

After touching her cheeks that had become slippery due to psychological effects, Mu Wanwan swiped another bucket of clean water and rubbed herself clean from the inside out.

Mu Wanwan tried to wash the obscene clothes she wore in it, but after rubbing for a long time, she didn't rub a sleeve clean, so she gave up. Fortunately, she bought more clothes at the market for spare use. Otherwise, she gave up. I'm afraid she will have no clothes to wear.

After all, they are very poor, so she just washed two sets of whitish clothes.

After taking a shower, Mu Wanwan cooked some Lingmi porridge, perhaps because Mr. Long's blood was very useful. She felt very hungry from just now, so after thinking about it, she decided to take the extravagance to eat Lingmi by herself.

By the way, there are the eggs and meat I bought before, I don’t know if it’s broken.

Mu Wanwan glanced at the sky outside. The weather is good today, but the sun is still faint. It is estimated that it is about one o'clock in the afternoon. She planned to change the quilt and mattress first, and then give Mr. Long a simple scrub.

Then the porridge should be cooked, cooking a dish, feeding Mr. Long some fruits, washing clothes and quilts, and growing fruits to make money. After all, she didn’t know how long she had been sick this time, and the spirit stone at home didn’t know if she had absorbed it. After that, she hasn't checked yet. If the spirit stone is not enough, Mr. Long's tail is rotten again, then it will be troublesome...

Mu Wanwan sighed, feeling deeply that he really couldn't get sick, and it was hard to support his family.

She took a bucket of hot water back to the room, and the smell in the room had disappeared, but it still smelled a bit unpleasant.

Mu Wanwan walked to the bed and whispered, "Mr. Long, I'm sorry, I got you dirty. I will wipe it for you first. It may be a bit cold."

The last time I cleaned Mr. Long, it was at noon the day before she left for the market. Now, it is estimated that a few days have passed. But because he hasn't been out, he is okay.

Mu Wanwan soaked the veil, wringed it out, and began to wipe it from his arm all the way.

At the beginning, all she could do nothing but clean the place where Mr. Long was accidentally soiled by her, but gradually, especially when he was about to line up his tight abdominal muscles, Mu Wanwan began to feel that her cheeks were faint. It's hot.

The temperature on his body is not low, and the upper body is still human in the half-dragon shape. Mu Wanwan speeds up the movements of his hands. When Mr. Long is wiped clean, she even feels a little relieved.

Mr. Long’s tail was in good condition. There were only a few scales on it and it was a bit dirty. After wiping it clean, and then giving him a new medicine, Mu Wanwan hurriedly took out the clothes that he had bought for Mr. Long from the market. Putting him on the upper body, the tail below can only be fruitful.

The obscene clothes she bought were moon-white, and the price was not cheap. The fabric was pretty good. After putting it on Mr. Long, his skin became paler and his face looked evil.

Mu Wanwan touched his face, looked at the slightly dirty mattress under Mr. Long, and said, "I'm going to change the mattress."

I just started to move the dragon with ease...

Generally, if you move Mr. Long, it is more convenient to move the upper body first. Kneel on the bed, hug his waist, then lift it up vigorously, and put it aside on a new mattress. Then wrap the hand with a kerchief, because Mr. Long's scales are still a bit sharp, so grab his uninjured part and move it carefully.

The whole process probably takes more than a minute, which is quite a waste.

But today, I don't know if it is because the cultivation base has reached the second level, Mu Wanwan feels a lot easier than usual, as if his strength has become stronger.

She moved Mr. Long, took the new mattress out of the Qiankun bag and replaced it, covered him with a non-dirty quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving a sigh of relief.

After taking care of the hygiene of the two, can she now touch Mr. Long's ears!

Mu Wanwan slowly stretched out his sinful hands towards the white ears that Mr. Long suddenly appeared.

Cute white, shaggy ears that tremble!

Mu Wanwan trembled her hand and touched Mr. Long’s ears. A soft and warm feeling came from her fingertips. It was furry and very comfortable. She couldn't help but pinched two of them, one in each hand, very soft, and you can be very careful. It’s so happy.

Mu Wanwan squeezed his ears gently, and then couldn't hold back, as if he was fluffing hair, rubbing all the way down from the tip of the ears, along the direction of the hairs, back and forth several times, probably a little itchy, Mr. Long Her ears were still shaking in her hand. There was a sharp contrast with his beautiful and evil face, especially when the trembling hairy ears and the hideous black and red lines on Mr. Long's cheek moved together, Mu Wanwan always had an indescribable feeling.

"Mr. Long, why do you have such a pair of hairy ears?" Mu Wanwan said softly, "Why are they so soft?"

Leaving the devil in her heart, she rubbed Mr. Long's ear for a while, not wanting to remove her hand at all. However, thinking of the hard life of trying to rub her and Mr. Long on the ground, he stopped.

Maybe she touched it for too long, when she stopped, Mu Wanwan always felt that Mr. Long's ears were a little red, and the fine and soft white hairs also exploded a bit, shaking fragilely in the air.

Mu Wanwan felt that she was too much, how could she take advantage of the danger of the dragon!

She was wrong, but she would dare next time.

Maybe it was because the furry things were too healing. Although there was still a lot of housework to do, Mu Wanwan felt that he was not so tired.

She curled her eyebrows, thinking that she would treat Mr. Long better in the future by the promise she made in the morning, and then see how fragile he is relying on her with his ears shaking and eyes closed, yet her heart is full of motivation...

She is not alone now.

She has been alone for more than 20 years. Before she wore a book, she worked hard for life. She had no foundation and was not particularly smart. Even though she studied hard, she only went to a normal university. It was very hard to find one but she had a lot of money. Work to make a living.

At that time, her wish was to have money and to stop being alone.

Although still...no money...

But she has a dragon.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were a bit sore, although she didn't know if her dragon would leave her after waking up.

She didn't think about this kind of problem that would make her heart sore when she touched it, so she took the time to cook...

The meat that I bought before smelled a bit sour. Although it was a pity, Mu Wanwan still threw the meat away, and she couldn't get sick anymore.

Vegetables are good enough to give birth, and eggs are still good.

She ordered a burning grass and scrambled two eggs for herself. Mr. Long’s two spirit eggs were made into steamed eggs, which should be more convenient to eat.

The cooked rice porridge is also cooked.

Mu Wanwan originally thought that eating and feeding the dragon would go as smoothly as before, and even thought about washing clothes and cultivating seeds to make money later, but today's Mr. Long can't eat anything anymore.

For the seventh time, Mu Wanwan delivered a spoonful of sweetened ling rice porridge to Mr. Long's mouth, pinching his chin, but this time Mr. Long kept pressing his lips tightly and couldn't swallow at all.

Mu Wanwan was a little anxious, and tried a few more times, even half forcing him to open his mouth and feed him a spoonful. But although the porridge was fed in, it was quickly vomited out by him along with the blood foam, and the veil that Mu Wanwan was cushioning on his chest was stained with dots of red.

Vomiting blood?

With a buzzing head, Mu Wanwan was a little dumbfounded. She was stunned for a few seconds before putting down the bowl in her hand and hurriedly touched the spirit stone placed in Mr. Long's ear.

She remembers that there is another medium-grade spirit stone, please, hurry up, come out quickly, medium-grade spirit stone.

But destined to disappoint her, she didn't find the middle-grade spirit stones, and even the lower-grade spirit stones that were originally put together turned into powder.

Has it been absorbed by Mr. Long?

Mu Wanwan's fingertips trembled a little, forced herself to calm down, and took over the three pieces of Baizhenguo and only a half of the ginseng that had been cut.

Wiping off the porridge and blood stains from his mouth, he half-forced him to drink the juice of Baizhenguo, and then cut a piece of ginseng and stuffed it into his mouth.

After doing all this, her hands are a little trembling...

At first, she thought she kissed him, and brutally bit Mr. Long's lips to drink the dragon blood. Now it seems that it is not like this.

Before she fell ill, Mr. Long was fine, and even his complexion improved.

But now, he has become this weak appearance, and all the spiritual stones she left by his pillow have been absorbed.

According to her previous experience of raising dragons, Mr. Long usually needs one low-grade spirit stone a day, and one middle-grade spirit stone has more spiritual power than ten low-grade spirit stones, but it has been absorbed.

Does it mean that Mr. Long was actually injured again when she was sick?

Or is it because the internal injuries from the previous war have recurred?

And he has never had these hairy ears before. Is it because the injury is more serious?

Mu Wanwan's head was very confused. She once again regretted not reading the silly logic novel. Now there is only a vague concept in her head about why Mr. Long was injured in the first place...

The plot of the original book is messy, everything is just for the convenience of driving, the world background and some relationships are also very messy. The author just wants to use the disabled tyrant's low status but simple and cute little maid cp to attract readers who have special tastes and like to watch some heavy mouths.

As for Mu Wanwan, the original character was designed to allow the heroine Bai Shuiyao to get on the line with Ao Qin.

Such a essay without any logic at all does not explain the reason for Mr. Long's injury.

Before, Mu Wanwan didn't think much about the logic and plot in the original book, but now, after seeing Mr. Long's pain time and time again, she has also lived in this world for a long time, she gradually realized...

This is not a cold text, it is also a complete world, and the people here also have feelings, crying, laughing, and painful.

The same goes for Mr. Long.

She didn’t know what he was injured, what he had done, why he was called a tyrant. She hadn’t seen him do evil, but she saw him betrayed, abandoned, embarrassed and miserable every time. Looks like.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long who was pale, and stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

But he hurt so much that it hurt, his eyebrows were twisted, and his lips were blue.

Mu Wanwan felt very uncomfortable, but she could only force herself to calm down. If possible, she even wanted to transfer her spiritual power directly into Mr. Long's body. However, she did not know the attributes of Mr. Long, and the spiritual powers of different attributes were directly. Transportation, not only can't help, it can be bad.

Mu Wanwan didn’t even bother to wash his clothes. He only paid attention to Mr. Long’s situation while searching for the spiritual power in his body and nurturing several seedlings of Bistargrass to maturity, holding the fruit and Baizhenguo, sitting on the bedside. , Always observe his appearance.

As long as there are signs of vomiting blood, she will feed him a Baizhen fruit or Bixingcao fruit.

After tossing like this until the night, Mr. Long seemed to be better, he didn't vomit blood for at least three hours, and Mu Wanwan was a little relieved.

Fortunately, she has now reached the second level, and her body's spiritual power is more than three times more than before, so she can cultivate so many spiritual plants. However, I don't know how badly Mr. Long's injuries are. They have a limited number of spirit medicines, so she has to make money quickly and earn spirit stones back.