I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable at first when his consciousness was being pulled by something, but after struggling a few times, he gradually became sober.

Only this time, what I opened my eyes to see was not the familiar room and the familiar Mr. Long, but felt that I had come to a very strange place...

There are dirty bluestone slabs under her feet, the splicing is very messy, the crevices are full of dirty muddy water, the air is filled with the smell of garbage, a drop of rain falls from the gloomy sky, dripping directly on her eyelashes, but It only blurred her vision for a moment, and it didn't bring any bad touch.

Mu Wanwan quickly realized something was wrong. She tried to step on the ground for a few steps. There was no muddy water on the coarse cloth shoes, but there was still a bad wet feeling, and the depressed feeling of rain on her head was still Yes, but when she touched her head, it was indeed dry.

Is she... dreaming?

Realizing that she was dreaming, Mu Wanwan was less nervous.

She hasn't dreamed for a long time since she wore the book. The last time she dreamed, she still dreamed that she had earned a lot of spiritual stones and piled them beside Mr. Long.

It's just that the dream is too clear this time, even the sound of rain falling on the ground is very clear.

Mu Wanwan took two steps forward without real feeling, and frowned slightly...

This dream was so gloomy, the surroundings were all wet and gloomy, and the alley walls were all dirty.

When she glanced at a corner, Mu Wanwan's heart jumped, and she felt a little dazed. There was blood stains ticking in there.

She was a little frightened, speeded up her pace and wanted to leave this dark alley. After walking for some time, she finally saw the person. To be precise, she was a child, a child who seemed to be running away...

He looked like he was eight or nine years old, and he was dressed in a tattered gray cloak that could be seen trying to keep it tidy. His eyes were fierce, and his arms and face were stained with blood. He quickly ran past Mu Wanwan, his long hair messy, and his injured hand tried to pull his cloak hat, but Mu Wanwan still saw him flash past, that is not very long horns and one. Pair of white plush ears.

This is... Mr. Long?

Mu Wanwan was a little surprised. She hesitated for a second, and the young version of Mr. Dragon ran away. Through the rain curtain, she only saw the long tail of the dragon behind him.

what.

There was also the tip of the tail, and the tender white fur on the tip was stained with blood, which made her a little bit painful and a little bit like to laugh.

What kind of dragon is so furry?

With this thought in his mind, Mu Wanwan was about to chase him in the direction of his escape, and a string of messy footsteps sounded behind him.

"Damn, little bastard!" A few young dragons ran over angrily. They didn't look very good either. They were also wearing tattered cloaks and their dragon horns and bodies were dirty. It's a bit smelly.

Compared with Mr. Long, he is simply too careless about hygiene.

Mu Wanwan was a bit disgusted.

"Fuck! This **** took the trash can we found first." The black scales on the head of the young dragon's face are looming, and it looks like a black dragon with a bad temper. "Brothers, I must give him to me today. Kill it and see who is the boss of this dark alley."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

However, he gave an order, and the other dragons all groaned in high spirits, their voices full of joy and refreshment after imagining that they had beaten Mr. Long for a while.

Mu Wanwan was a little worried. She looked at a group of dragons that were much bigger than Mr. Long, and ran towards the place where Mr. Long ran away a little anxiously, but this bad dragon, obviously, seemed to be seriously injured and young, but it ran very fast. , She and the group of young dragons searched for an afternoon in their dreams, but failed to find him.

"Fuck, this kid is so **** capable of hiding." The black dragon boy was tired to death, waved his hand to signal the other dragons to stop, "Go, it's almost night, maybe the dragon in the next alley will come to strengthen the site and leave. "

Several other dragons also followed him counselingly and left.

Mu Wanwan stood beside them, wiping the non-existent sweat on his forehead, watching them run away and even a little proud and sad not knowing where it came from...

It turned out that Mr. Long had such a miserable life in her heart when she was young?

Picking up the trash can and being chased by a group of killers?

She was a little bit dumbfounded. She didn't know when she would wake up, so she just wanted to take a closer look at the living environment of Mr. Long in her dream when she was young.

In the afternoon, she and the black dragon boy ran almost all the way to the entire abandoned No. 7 dark alley area, saying that the dark alley area was praised. In fact, strictly speaking, it is more appropriate to call it a mixed place of border slums and garbage dump.

She doesn't know where this place is, but this afternoon, according to her observation, most of the people living here are dragons, and there are also some good orcs and people of other races. There are mixed fish and dragons, there are many cubs and orphans.

In addition, there are all kinds of rats, bugs, and some low-level creatures everywhere, and even shops and hotels, which seem to form a complete street on its own.

The sky was getting a little darker, and Mu Wanwan finally followed a remote and unremarkable alley. She instinctively felt that little Mr. Long would hide in this alley. The alley could not be seen at a glance, and the terrain was very low. It's dirty muddy water.

The accumulation is almost over the ankle.

She also saw things like snakes or bugs thrashing inside.

If this is not a dream, she must turn around and leave.

Mu Wanwan smiled bitterly. Why did she think Mr. Long was so miserable when she was a child, so that she wouldn't have to endure such a real bad touch.

But even so, she still wanted to know what kind of life he was living in her dream, so Mu Wanwan did not hesitate, and plucked up the courage to walk in...

It was wet and dirty, and there was something like a mouse pulling her calf. Mu Wanwan felt that she was about to suffocate. She walked in the cold mud water for more than ten minutes, turned several turns, and finally came to the end.

In fact, she was very sick in her heart, because in the past ten minutes, the water was getting deeper and more dirty, and she even saw a two-headed snake swimming by her legs spitting out red letters, which scared her. Almost did not stay in place.

Mu Wanwan shivered a little coldly, she turned the last bend, and suddenly faced a pair of brilliant golden pupils, and she froze in place.

It's Mr. Long.

He was barefoot, the soles of his feet turned into sharp claws, tightly trapped in a wall that was not too high but not low, squatting halfway at the end of the alley, the wounds on his arms were scabs, and the tip of his tail was defensively tilted. Snaking blood from above, sliding down the wall.

This is the first time that Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long who was awake...

His eyes are horribly bright, his thick black eyebrows are twisted, his long and curled eyelashes are like two brushes, his lips are pursed, and he stares at her, as if he will jump on her in the next second and use sharp claws to slap her. Shred.

He was fierce, with a cold expression, and he was obviously just a young dragon, as if he had lost his expression and turned into facial paralysis.

"Long, Mr. Long..."

Mu Wanwan was a little dazed, and subconsciously called his name.

But the person on the other side didn't react, just staring in her direction, maybe because of nervousness, the ears on the head trembled.

His ears flicked, Mu Wanwan felt a little broken, clutching his frightened chest, and walked inward tentatively.

Mr. Long didn't move, just staring defensively in the direction she was standing before.

Was it on alert?

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her cheek a little embarrassingly. She was dreaming, but she was afraid of the person in her dream instead.

She walked around behind Mr. Long and walked a few more steps in. The water gradually rose. She didn't want to bear the bad touch anymore. After walking in for a long time, she turned a few more forks. Finally came to a relatively dry place.

Mu Wanwan sighed, looked down at his clothes that didn't get any dirt on them, and shuddered uncontrollably.

After confirming that she really didn't touch anything, she was in the mood and started to look around...

This is probably Mr. Long’s secret base. There are a lot of small gravel around, so the terrain has been raised higher to ensure that it will not be submerged by water.

Near the corner, there is another...house made of stones, wooden blocks and some thatch?

With a blunt pain in her heart, Mu Wanwan walked over to the small "house" that was a little higher than her current place and spent countless efforts to renovate.

Use large stones as the base, and use claws to cut gaps that can be stuck on the edges. Place small stones and sandwich wooden boards, bit by bit, to build a house.

Very small, very broken, and very careful.

Mu Wanwan's hand trying to open the broken wooden door suddenly stopped in the air. She squeezed her shaky fingertips and stood silently next to the small house, waiting for a long time.

Wait until Mr. Long completes the alert and returns to "home" with his injured tail.

His eyes have turned into a normal color, long and dark, like two obsidians, with small broken corners reflected in them, but it seems to bring some relaxation and peace of mind.

Mu Wanwan watched him slowly walking towards his'home', wearing a tattered gray cloak, covering a pair of furry ears that could not be covered, but his back was straight, and he pulled a little curled. The cuffs are proud and elegant like a nobleman.

To be honest, if it weren't for Mr. Long's ears to tremble from time to time, she would have been fooled by his mad and cool indifferent master demeanor.

Mu Wanwan watched him walk in from the alleyway. After a short distance of a dozen steps, he had arranged his clothes several times. It was obviously soaked and dirty. It made no difference whether it was arranged or not. He was very particular about it. .

It turns out that Mr. Long is such a dragon?

Mu Wanwan's eyes were a little sore. Seeing that his eyes were a little bright, he walked to the door of the room, opened the door pretendingly, and said softly, "Daddy is back."

Dad? Did Mr. Long become a father at such a young age?

Mu Wanwan was sour and curious, and quietly followed him, bending over and walking in.

Ah, the room was dark, with only a little light coming in from outside.

She distinguished it several times before she saw what Mr. Long was talking to.

So where is the little dragon she thought about, two white eggs!

Two, obviously the egg of a spirit egg! It's exactly the same as the one she just bought, and it's about the same size.