I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long slowly showed a trace of spiritual knowledge, and a little shyly, he bypassed the scarlet quilt, bit by bit, wrapped around the corner of Mu Wanwan's clothes.

She was wearing a light blue gown today with a little cotton on the cuffs, which probably cooled outside.

Divine Sense followed her clothes and slowly reached her cheek...

She was a little whiter than when he looked at her before, but she is also a little thinner, and her eyes are a little bit blue and black. She should be tired from taking care of him. Unexplainable sourness appeared in his heart, and Mr. Long's consciousness gently brushed Mu Wanwan's eyelashes, like an invisible wind, gently caressing.

She lowered her head, as if making a purse.

The light was warm, although it was full of divine consciousness, Mr. Long felt relieved like never before.

It's nice that she is still by his side.

Her eyelashes are still curved, not very long, but the arc of the hook makes Dragon's heart itchy.

Mr. Long relaxed a little, and he felt that he was a little different from before...

The right arm moved slightly, and it touched the soft cloth, cotton, very soft.

My heart was bulging, probably because I was excited, and the pair of white ears exposed by Mr. Long also trembled slightly.

Although the meridians were painful, Mr. Long was still reluctant to take back his spiritual consciousness, just watching her quietly embroidered purse. What she embroidered was a bit abstract, but he didn't understand it...

The two ugly ones are embroidered with golden threads that look like corners, and there are two pointed ends beside the corners, which are embroidered with white threads.

Mr. Long didn't realize that Mu Wanwan had actually discovered his little secret. He just shook his ears and watched her embroider the purse. After looking for a while, he saw that she was finally finished, and he tightened his body a little bit nervously. Consciously touched the obscene clothes that his wife had just changed for him.

Although the tail is still smooth, he is not a fruit dragon anyhow.

Moreover, he just discovered that there is only one quilt on the bed. Does it mean that she actually slept with him these days?

Mr. Long feels his heart is a little hot. Is it a side effect of losing his mind before?

… Wanwan didn’t know that the dragon was out of danger and regained consciousness. He just finished embroidering the last stitch carefully, then took the thread carefully and hid the thread end carefully before holding the finished purse and Mr. Long. Contrast the angles.

Although the craftsmanship needs to be improved, the broken corners and the pair of ears should still look alike.

"Mr. Long, if I sell this purse, I won't be able to sell it." She couldn't help but smile, "I will keep it for myself and use it."

Mu Wanwan pulled out a few silver coins and a few copper coins, all of them stuffed into the dark blue purse, and touched the two white hairy ears embroidered on it, making his hands a little itchy.

She wanted to touch Mr. Long's ear again.

But Mu Wanwan still restrained it. Even if Mr. Long's ears are hairy, she will shed hair more than ten times a day, right?

Carefully put the purse next to the pillow and checked if the door was locked, Mu Wanwan was ready to go to bed.

She turned off most of the lights in the room, leaving only one lamp that was about to run out.

The room darkened, and only the sound of her taking off her coat was quiet.

Mr. Long was a little nervous, even though he had slept with his wife a few times, he still couldn't adapt to the life of such a lover dragon.

The lights were ambiguous, and he was still her husband in name.

When Mu Wanwan opened the quilt with a cool palm, Mr. Long was already hot.

Mu Wanwan lay on the soft bed for a long time, only feeling that all her bones were soft. She hadn't slept for four consecutive nights. If it had been before, it would have broken the limit of the body.

Even if she is a monk now, she can't stand it for such a long time without sleep.

She almost lay down in a hot bed covered by Mr. Long, and she began to feel sleepy.

Looking for a position that would not touch him, but could stretch his body, Mu Wanwan lay down and was about to go to bed, but he accidentally glanced at Mr. Long and saw that his white ears were constantly moving. Under the shining of the light, the slender hairs on it look particularly fluffy.

Is it because Mr. Long is so painful that he shakes his ears in reflex?

Although she guessed that Mr. Long was shaking his ears because of the pain, it was a bit cruel, but Mu Wanwan felt a little itchy in her heart. She endured and endured it, and decided to touch the last one.

"Mr. Long, can I touch your ears?" Before starting, Mu Wanwan routinely bullied the plant dragon, "If you don't speak, I will treat it as you agreed."

Only this time, Mr. Long is awake.

When he heard what she said, he was a little confused, and he didn't even realize what the "ear" in her mouth meant.

But when she touched his ears with a pair of ridiculed fur with her slightly cool soft fingertips, the whole dragon suddenly stiffened.

The numb sensation exploded all the way from the sensitive ears, and Mr. Long's face almost immediately turned red.

He, he, his ears that have never been exposed since he became an adult, why do they suddenly pop up! Also, is it his horns and ears that the ugly things she just embroidered on her purse?

As soon as these two questions popped up in Mr. Long's head, he was numb with the touch from his ears before he could even think about it.

Even if she touched it, she still pinched it, and she touched it all the way down from the tip of her ear to the bottom...

Itchy, numb and irritating.

As a result, Mr. Long's ears, who was too sensitive, trembled even more.

Mu Wanwan touched two of them, and felt that the feeling in his hand was not right. He quickly let go of his hand. At first sight, Mr. Long's entire face was flushed, and even the tips of his ears were red, and he shook. Shaking, it seems very uncomfortable.

She was a little flustered, after all, this didn't happen when she rubbed the dragon before.

"Mr. Long, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Mu Wanwan didn't dare to touch his ears anymore, but hurriedly got out of bed, picked a green stargrass fruit, scratched the epidermis, and thought tremblingly. Let him drink.

Before he recovered from the shock of his ears, Mr. Long was stuffed with a mouthful of ugly Bistar grass juice.

The bitter juice slid all the way into the body lacking spiritual power, and was scraped and cleaned by the meridians almost in a moment, leaving only a bitter taste on the tip of the tongue.

Mu Wanwan watched his face feel better, and then heaved a sigh of relief. He threw away the peel and lay down neatly. He didn't dare to touch his ear anymore and said in a low voice, "Good night, Mr. Long."

She covered the quilt, closed her eyes, and fell into a long-lost dream of black and sweet within a short while.

On the contrary, a certain dragon still stayed in the blow of the ear being rubbed, and it took a long time to slow down.

She didn't think he was deformed, and even judging from her attitude just now, she liked his ears. Mr. Long can't tell the feelings in his heart...

The ears of other dragons are different from his. He hatched in the sea near the abyss without dragons. When he was a little dragon, there was no such thing around him, he even thought he was a monster.

However, as long as he wants to get close to the abyss, he will be bitten by monsters. There is only one good monster that will protect him.

He thought it was his father.

Although the monster does not have furry white ears, nor does it have a tail.

It was just that when he had just grown into a one-meter dragon, the monster disappeared.

He was almost killed and fled in embarrassment. Later, he knew that he was a dragon.

When he came to the territory of the dragon clan with bruises all over his body, he was judged to be a **** because of the ears, the ears that could not be hidden in human form, and the ears that were different from other dragons.

The dragons will not be soft-hearted, let alone sympathy. Different is different, and heresy is heresy.

Mr. Long endured the pain of the meridians and slowly retracted the ears.

He didn't know if Mu Wanwan had seen other dragons before. If she knew, and knew that the prototypes of other dragons did not have ears like his, would he think he was very deformed?

But it doesn't matter, Mr. Long deceived himself and thought, as long as he closes his ears, as long as she can't see, then he is normal, just like other dragons.

The anxiety in his heart slowly expanded. Listening to Mu Wanwan's gentle breathing in his ear, Mr. Long couldn't help but slowly put his hand out in her direction.

It wasn't until she touched her palm, forced her to clasp her fingers, and felt her temperature, that she felt calmer in her heart.

He, the bad dragon, thought darkly, she had married him in full view, and had been branded by him in her entire life. When he was healed, if she wanted to leave, he would lock her up and let her She will always be with him.

Then, let her be his real wife.

The dragon is greedy, and so is he. At the beginning, I just thanked her for being kind to herself, but gradually, she became dissatisfied with this warmth. With her constant giving, she became more and more greedy and wanted more and more.

Mr. Long thought, a little bit self-deprecating...

She thought he was in a coma, she thought he was not conscious, she might just take care of him out of sympathy and some other reasons, maybe she didn't have much affection for him.

But for him, he is already sadly sinking deeper and deeper.

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…

When Mu Wanwan woke up the next day, she felt like her hand was being held by a ball of fire. She opened her eyes and found embarrassingly that she was holding Mr. Long’s hand again to take advantage of him, and she was not embarrassed to let go of his hand. Hand, sat up, and glanced at Mr. Long unconsciously.

From this look, she felt that she might not get up in the right way.

What about the ears? Where are the hairy ears?

She closed her eyes and opened it again, Mr. Long's head was still bald, there was nothing.

The pair of white ears a few days ago seemed to be her hallucinations, which had never existed before.

Mu Wanwan stayed for a while, knelt down on the bed unsteadily, and carefully searched for Mr. Long's long hair several times.

I really didn't find those ears.

She felt that she was a little nervous, so was it the hallucination that she hadn't seen the stuffed stuff for too long a few days ago?

But the touch doesn't seem to be fake at all.

After a full ten minutes, she was relieved from the crit of losing her furry, picked up the purse next to the pillow, touched the unsightly white ears embroidered on it with regret, and counted them. The money, sighed, put it in his arms.

She washed her breakfast and ate it. When she packed her things and was about to set off, it was not very late outside, and it was about seven or eight o'clock. It's just that the sky is a little gloomy, like it's going to rain.

Mu Wanwan thought about it, and took the broken umbrella with her. If she can go to the market today, she must buy a new umbrella, and it is best to buy a new one, which is convenient for work.

"Mr. Long, I'm out." Mu Wanwan glanced at only a little ginseng and a piece of Baizheng fruit left, frowning, there is no life-saving Lingzhi at home, she said. When I reached the second level, I had to try to see if I could get some more valuable seeds from Uncle Zong.

After closing the courtyard door, Mu Wanwan walked out carrying the basket on his back.

This time she followed the memory all the way to the place where she had met Hongye several times before, but there was no one.

She tentatively walked forward for a while, and in front of the palace where she and Mr. Long lived, there was a place that was a bit biased for the subordinates to live in.

Since no one is waiting for her here, she will go find them.

When Mu Wanwan walked to the side hall, he happened to see Fuliu coming out with a displeased face.

She also saw Mu Wanwan, a touch of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she bowed slightly to her, even as a salute.

Mu Wanwan knew that it was actually very impolite for her to be like this. After all, Mr. Long is still the nominal ruler of the Dragon Territory now, and she is also regarded as the Mrs. But now the situation is better than that of people, and it's not bad for them to live.

Mu Wanwan didn't know that Ao Qin didn't kill Mr. Long because he didn't get Mr. Long's horn and couldn't open the treasure at the core of the forbidden area. She thought that Ao Qin was doing it for the sake of face and inner psychology.

So she was actually very worried that Ao Qin would abuse them one day when she was in a bad mood. Fortunately, none of this happened for the time being.

Therefore, even if the maids are very disrespectful to her, she will not feel dissatisfied.

"Why did the madam come out?" Fu Liu looked at Mu Wanwan up and down, feeling a little surprised. How did she feel that the lady in front of her was a little different from what she saw more than half a month ago?

The lady's eyes are brighter, her appearance has not changed much, and the clothes she is wearing are still very plain. The light blue clothes have washed her a little white, which is obviously the old clothes brought before marriage. Behind it was a big back basket with a few rotten copper coins, which contained some vegetables and a small cloth bag on it. It seemed that there should be some kerchief purses inside.

Hongye told her last time that this lady bought a lot of rag heads.

Moreover, this lady gave her a very comfortable feeling, could it be because of her advanced strength?

Generally, the stronger the strength, the more mysterious it feels, and the temperament will change accordingly.

Thinking of this level, Fu Liu calmed down his voice, "Madam, is this going to the market?"

Mu Wanwan nodded at her, "I count the time, I should be able to go out."

Fu Liu glanced at her bag, "Madam is going to sell vegetables this time?"

Mu Wanwan nodded, without denying it.

Fu Liu felt that her wife had a much worse life than herself, and she didn't know what was going on. She had a very refreshing feeling, "Oh, there are only a few copper plates for selling vegetables. I remember Madam, you are also a first-order monk anyway. Why do you only grow vegetables?"

Mu Wanwan kept smiling, not wanting to ignore her in his heart, but said, "Can I go out today?"

Fu Liu glanced at her mockingly before shouting into the courtyard, "Hongye, are you done with it? Come here."

"Okay." The messy footsteps sounded, and Hongye soon came out of the yard, but she still had a little bit of unpleasant blood in her hand, stained with a few black and white feathers, and she didn't know what she was doing just now. .

"Ah, madam is here too." Hongye smiled towards Mu Wanwan.

"Don't smirk, take a look at the record, can Madam go out today?" Fu Liu said impatiently.

Hong Ye waved his hand, "I remember the day, Madam will not be able to go out until tomorrow."

Mu Wanwan nodded, "Then I will come back tomorrow morning."

She turned around and left, but she ran into a guard who was holding a basket coming out from the side. At first glance, the basket was filled with black-and-white hairballs, with a pungent smell of blood, and blood dripping from under the basket. It's ticking down.

With a not-so-good feeling in her heart, Mu Wanwan saw that the guard bowed to herself.

Mu Wanwan nodded at him. When the two passed by, she could see the contents of the basket clearly...

It was a pile of dead and miserable hairballs, black and white feathers, and a tender yellow beak.

No, there is one that is not dead!

She saw its little wings that moved slightly.

Mu Wanwan's heart jumped suddenly, and when she recovered, she had already stopped the guard.

"What's the matter, ma'am?" Fu Liu noticed her movements and stepped forward to ask.

"Fuliu, what's in this basket?" Mu Wanwan pretended to be a little embarrassed, "What kind of chicken is it? Can I eat it?"

"Chicken?" Fu Liu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed uncontrollably, even with Hongye and the guard laughing.

"Why is it a chicken cub? It's a kind of titmouse on the periphery of our forbidden area. Maybe it's because the forbidden area has a lot of spiritual power. They are bigger than the outside, and they are a bit more spiritual and fierce." Hongye was outspoken, "this time. I heard that Master Ao Xue wanted to eat fruit when he went to the forbidden area, but was chased and bitten by them, and killed a lot of them in a rage."

"The masters don't look down on these low-spirited and fleshless tits, we have got a lot of people."

Fuliu was amused by this ignorant lady. Seeing that she lost a lot of cheeks, she may be sympathetic, and casually said, "Madam is gluttonous? Yes, we have a dozen of them in our courtyard. I'll give one to Madam to eat for you, haha."

Mu Wanwan thought that what I was waiting for was your words, and immediately showed a happy expression, "Then I would like to thank Fuliu a lot. It's really been a long time since I could eat meat."

Fuliu raised his chin triumphantly, "Hongye, go and give the lady you just plucked."

Mu Wanwan shook his head, "Fuliu, I wonder if I can pick one from this frame by myself?"

"Huh?" Fu Liu was a little surprised.

Mu Wanwan hurriedly explained, "I want to pluck the hair off and wash it to make a small decorative object."

"Oh." Fuliu didn't think there was anything, and nodded to the guard, "The lady picks it slowly, I'll go ahead."

Mu Wanwan smiled at her gratefully, without changing his face, in the eyes of Hongye and the guard, he grasped the thin chirp that she had just seen with a tone not tenderly at all, and even deliberately squeezed it. Its tender yellow beak, "Then I will go back first."

"Madam, I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow." Hongye said, watching Mu Wanwan's back a little anxiously leaving, and smiled with the guard.

The guard looked at her thin back and shook his head, "It's so pitiful, marrying our disabled lord, I can't even get meat."

Hong Ye also nodded approvingly, and put away a smile, "Same as my sister-in-law, eh, it's not right, after all, my sister-in-law is still very free. Thanks to Master Aoqin's love, I got a compensation."

And although her brother has no cultivation base now, he seems to be sober recently and wants to go. He gave all the savings he had previously hidden to her sister-in-law, and he became a dog at home every day. Speaking of it, this lady, the wife of the chief, Mrs. Lord, in fact. Those who have lived are not as good as those of them.

Just a bite of meat rushed her into this.

Hongye didn't think about Mu Wanwan anymore, and walked back to the yard, she still had a lot of hair to pluck.

…

As soon as Mu Wanwan left everyone's sight, she immediately changed her posture, holding the thin chiu she was carrying in her hands, feeling the blood constantly flowing out of its small wings, speeding up her pace and returning to the palace.

"Tweet..."

As soon as she entered the yard and locked the door, she heard a soft cry from the hair ball in her hand, very faint.

Mu Wanwan hurriedly entered the room, took Mr. Long’s elixir, and simply treated the skinny wound...

Starting from the tail of the left wing, it was cut by something sharp all the way, half of the wing was broken, and the black and white fur was covered with red blood.

Mu Wanwan is about to die of distress, what kind of devil is the dragon named Ao Xue?

He has the heart to kill such a cute hairball, and one kill is still such a big piece, the reason is actually to eat fruit.

After the little hairball was processed, she applied some Mr. Long's ointment, and she carefully wrapped some cloth on the thin chirp little wings, knotted them, and after thinking about it, she took a thin thread to tie the thin chirp little claws. Up.

I heard that this kind of hairball is very temperamental, and she wanted to wait for it to heal before sending it away.

Mu Wanwan carefully combed the thin chirp, and said distressedly, "I'm sorry, there is no way to save your friends."

When she saw those thin tweets, some were cut in half directly, only this one was lucky.

She thought she wouldn't get any response, but she didn't expect that after she finished speaking, the hair ball in her hand would lift another uninjured little wing, gently rubbed her palm, and made a weak chirp.

It's so distressing.

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt that it would be okay to lose Mr. Long's furry ears. She has picked up a hair ball and returned. In the future, she will grow the thin and fat ones into big fat ones.

If it wants to go, let it go again.

With a smile on her cheek, Mu Wanwan gently touched the little hair ball head, "Little cute, in the future, let's live a good life."