I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

The room was dark, and it took a while for Mu Wan to bend to adapt to this kind of dark environment. With a little light coming in from the outside, she watched Mr. Long staring at the two white spirit eggs carefully, and carefully collected them. He lifted his sharp claws into human-shaped palms, and gently touched the two eggs.

"Dabao." His voice was very immature, with a little hoarse voice, softly calling the name of one of the larger spirit eggs, so Mu Wanwan almost didn't recognize the spirit eggs.

She was a little embarrassed and couldn't help but walked quietly to Mr. Long's side, confirming that he had touched a spirit egg several times...

The white egg, which is half the palm of the hand, is placed on the table and carefully wrapped in cloth.

"Little treasure." Mr. Long said the name of another spirit egg, and touched its round head as usual, looking at Mu Wanwan a little silly.

Mr. Xiaolong was obviously in a much better mood after calling their names. There was a smile in his obsidian eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. He carefully put his hand back, and touched his wet long hair and disgusted wrinkles. He frowned, walked to the door, took off the dirty cloak, and hung it on a wooden shelf next to the door shaking.

Only then did Mu Wanwan notice that there were a few wooden shelves behind the broken wooden door. He looked at Mr. Xiaolong’s tortoise hair and hung the cloak and combed his sparse hair with a small comb that he didn’t know what to use. .

He didn't have a veil or a towel, but he was stunned to pack himself up like a decent dragon.

It was a bit cold, and his drenched ears kept shaking, and it got better after scratching it several times.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were a bit sore, she glanced across the room while it was still dark...

It's dark, and it looks as crude on the inside as it is on the outside.

But there are doors, beds and tables.

The tattered wooden door, the bed is very big, but you can see that it was picked up from the garbage dump. It is missing a corner. It is padded with stones and covered with half a mattress and half a quilt. It looks like Someone seems to be torn apart because of violent quarrels.

But he handled it well, the corners were carefully stitched, and there was a small clean pillow beside the bed.

The table should be made by myself, crooked, but very sturdy, with two neatly folded clothes and his two eggs on it, which unexpectedly fits this ‘home’.

Well, it's home.

The home of Mr. Xiaolong.

Mu Wanwan watched him clean up slowly and carefully, as if he didn't care about the wound on his foot, walked to the table and took out a piece of steamed buns hidden in his pockets.

The steamed buns looked very bad. The tops were a little green, and they seemed to be moldy, but they were big and had no teeth marks. They probably hadn't been bitten.

Mu Wanwan watched him carefully tore off the green skin on it, swallowed a little hard, and then...

After breaking most of it, I put it next to the two eggs, "Daddy brought you food and came back."

He said, originally wanted to eat, but after thinking about it, he put down the small half of the bun in his hand, and looked at the two eggs again, wondering if he would explain it again, "I ate something yesterday, and I am not hungry. "

Nonsense, she heard his stomach groaning.

Every time, the call is very loud.

Mu Wanwan couldn't take it anymore, even if it was a dream, she wanted to wake up quickly.

This dream was too real, and she could even feel the dampness of the weather, the sound of raindrops hitting the simple roof, and Mr. Long's hunger, although nothing could be seen from his face that looked like a facial paralysis.

But the sound of losing the dragon is really a hell. It keeps ringing in her ears. She is so sad to hear it. She can’t wait to step forward and put the steamed bun into the mouth of this face-saving dragon, and then tie people up. Treat the wound with medicine.

The wounds on his face and hands are healed, and the soles of his feet and tail are still bleeding.

She even wanted to wake up quickly, but she pinched herself several times, but she couldn't wake up no matter what. She can do nothing, nor can she do anything.

Just like Mr. Long who pretended not to be hungry, standing at the table, he must stare at the two eggs.

Her eyes are red when she sees it.

It was getting dark outside, and Mu Wanwan could hardly see anything.

She was a little bit depressed, and felt that she was really worrying about it. Anyway, it was just a dream. This dragon loves not to eat without eating. She loves to raise spirit eggs and raises them as a son. Mu Wanwan was a little angry and sat on the side of the bed, lying down a little angry, even occupying his pillow.

The bed is a bit hard, but the pillow is soft, without any peculiar smell, only a little Mr. Dragon smell, a bit like his plant dragon state, not unpleasant.

Is it Dragon Qi?

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but rubbed twice, and his face blushed when he realized what he was doing.

She is poisonous!

Her night vision is not good. After the sky is completely dark, she basically can't see anything. The room has been quiet for a long time. I don't know when it will start, and Mr. Xiaolong's stomach is no longer screaming.

Mu Wanwan felt that she was a little sleepy, and she wanted to sleep in the dream world. She half-opened her eyes, listening to the sound of Xisuo in the dark night, feeling that Mr. Xiaolong was gradually walking towards her side, unexpectedly a little nervous.

But she didn't get nervous long before she felt her face had been smashed by something.

Mu Wanwan looked at the quilt passing through her face, and felt that she was really dreaming without any pain.

Mr. Long piled up the mattress and quilt on the half of the bed where Mu Wanwan was, as did the pillows. And he just lay on the bed like this.

Mu Wanwan came out of the quilt and curled up into a ball looking at his shadow in the dark.

This is, is it going to sleep?

Mu Wanwan probably guessed something. Mr. Long probably felt that he was too dirty today to make the bed dirty, so he chose not to cover it.

Thinking of this level, Mu Wanwan felt like he was being scratched by something in his heart, a bit dull and painful.

She wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything. She wanted to reach out and touch his horns, but she could only touch the cold air.

"Dabao, Xiaobao." Just when Mu Wanwan was sad, Mr. Long suddenly spoke again.

He called the two eggs by name, and then said in a voice that was almost whispering, "Hurry up..."

"Hurry up and be born..."

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...

The next day Mu Wanwan woke up in the sound of noisy rain. She thought she should have been awake, but when she opened her eyes, she saw the ragged roof of Mr. Xiaolong.

She froze for a few seconds before sitting up, Mr. Xiaolong was not in the house, and the cloak on the wooden frame was gone. Mu Wanwan glanced at the missing steamed buns on the table, then at the two spirit eggs, and walked out through the door.

It was still raining outside, and the sky was gloomy, but it was morning.

Mu Wanwan was a little ashamed. Why did she fall asleep in the world in her dream, and she could actually go through the wall, she had known why she walked in around the dozens of alleys yesterday.

But why is this dream still not awake?

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. He went through the wall and went outside. After searching for a circle, he didn’t see Mr. Long’s shadow. So he went back to the small house and looked at the two spirit eggs in a daze. After a long time, it was almost dark outside. , Mu Wanwan walked out a little worried.

Before taking two steps, I heard a meow suddenly coming from behind.

"Meow!"

She raised her head and met a cat standing on the wall at a glance.

To be precise, it is a two-tailed cat.

It has two tails, and the fur all over it is very beautiful, unlike a stray cat, but rather domesticated.

The cat leaped off the wall lightly, wagged its tail and walked humanely around Mr. Long's house twice, and then rolled a few times on the ground, making its beautiful furry dirty.

Mu Wanwan: "...?"

She couldn't understand what the cat was doing, but after the cat made herself dirty, she didn't do anything else, so she quietly guarded the door of Mr. Long's house, wagging its tail and squatted against the wall.

Mu Wanwan waited with it.

About an hour later, one person and one cat waited for Mr. Long. He had more wounds on his body than yesterday, and some wounds on his hands and face were healed and a little bloody.

He walked towards his'home', and his pair of alert golden pupils gradually turned black. When he raised his eyes to look here, he showed an expression that could be called joy...

The brows stretched out, the pink lips raised slightly, the eyes were soft, and there were still drops of water on the eyelashes, a very gentle expression.

Mu Wanwan felt very embarrassed for a moment, but soon she realized a bit sourly that Mr. Long was not smiling at herself at all.

"Meow!" The two-tailed cat walked to him. Mr. Long bent down and took out a steamed bun from his pocket. It was about the same as yesterday. He tore off the moldy skin on the outside, broke a piece and placed it in a relatively dry piece. The place.

The two-tailed cat yelled at him again, then bowed his head to eat.

Mr. Long tried to cover his ears with his cloaked hat in one hand, and squatted on the ground while holding half of a steamed bun in the other. The blood on the soles of his feet and his tail snaked on the ground, soaking the fur of the two-tailed cat.

Mu Wanwan walked to him and watched him feed the cat little by little, and he felt a bit bitter in his heart...

This 80% is what he has gained this day. Was Mr. Long such a gentle dragon before? Can raise eggs, feed cats, build houses and work hard to earn food to support themselves.

He is so small, such a small dragon.

"Oh!" The two-tailed cat probably had almost eaten it, and yelled at him, then jumped onto the wall, and Mu Wanwan saw it looked back at Mr. Long.

She didn't know what was going on, she felt a little uneasy, watching the little Mr. Long slowly stand up, walk to the side of the room, her eyes were bright, "Daddy is back."