I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

After waking up from the dream, time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was already a week later.

Mr. Long is still the same as before, but Mu Wanwan feels that he seems to have a little more small movements than when he was lying down. For example, sometimes when feeding him porridge, he can feel that his whole dragon trembles unnaturally. For another example, it seems that it’s not as painful as before...

His always pale face occasionally gets a touch of blood, and the hideous lines that move from time to time also seem to be suppressed, only occasionally moving. There is also the tail. Although the tip of the tail is lost, the tail is now longer and has not rotted again. The scales have also changed from the previous withered yellow to the current half withered state. The state is much better than when she went out last time. Up.

At this rate, maybe another year? Or not a year, maybe a few months later, Mr. Long will be able to wake up.

Occasionally thought, maybe after he wakes up, he will become the original memory, that tyrant with only one code name, Mu Wanwan will still feel a little sad, after all, she has also raised a dragon for so long, although he will not move, but But it won't hurt her and gave her infinite motivation.

Besides, she had kissed others and drank their blood...

Although she couldn't tell whether she was looking forward to Mr. Long's wake up, and still wished him to fall asleep, she was really happy about Mr. Long's changes now.

Except for Mr. Long, Mao Chiu's condition is also very good. The wounds on its small wings are already healed. It has long since stopped bleeding, and the flesh is about to grow back. There is no hair on the injured area, bare, and only covered. It has a small feather, which doesn't look good.

However, it only seems that the cute state is very good, and it is almost impossible to go to the house.

It seems to be very interested in Mr. Long’s pair of furry ears. From time to time, he would jump on the bed and step on Mr. Long’s face to rub his ears. Once Mu Wanwan returned to the room after nurturing Lingzhi and saw Mao. Chiu rubbed Mr. Long's ears and opened his tender yellow beak, looking like he wanted to peck a little fur to take home to play.

Fortunately, she moved fast enough, otherwise Mr. Long would be miserable. Think about it, there was originally only a pair of hairy ears that could be called a cute Mr. Long, completely lost the furry and turned into a slippery scaly dragon...

"Tweet!" About the recent food, Mengmeng is full of energy after waking up every day. Except for Mr. Long's ears, one of its favorite places is the small basket that Mu Wanwan uses to incubate spirit eggs.

Cautiously squatted in the only free place in the basket, then stuffed the increasingly plump body in it, and stretched out two small wings to cover the two spirit eggs with difficulty, while holding one.

Despite its small size, its small wings can only cover a half of the spirit egg.

Every time she saw this picture of love, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but want to laugh.

It was also because of Mao Chiu's existence that she felt that the days of non-stop work were not so difficult.

These days, Mu Wanwan has been working hard to cultivate seeds. Although she has advanced, the success rate of seed cultivation has decreased. The cultivation rate of second-order green star grass is only about 70%, and Baizhenguo is even lower. Sixty percent like this.

Moreover, the seedlings cultivated require a lot of spiritual energy to warm up every day, so even though seven or eight days have passed, she only cultivated eleven second-order blue star grass and nine second-order Baizhen fruits.

Because Mengmeng hasn't reached the first level yet, what she feeds it is still the fruits cultivated by the remaining first-level seeds, but it is a certain dragon, and the food is better.

"Mr. Long, we have dinner."

Mu Wanwan finished supper, picked a fruit of the blue star grass cultivated hard, and fed it to the dragon. The second-order green stargrass fruit is also translucent, the juice inside is a bit richer, and the fruit is a bit larger. Generally, she only feeds Mr. Long one one a day.

The spirit stones brought back by Mr. Tianlong gradually absorbed some, and there were two middle-grade spirit stones and three low-grade spirit stones left.

Mu Wanwan also left two low-grade spirit stones on her body, and occasionally took a breath of spirit stones when she was too exhausted to cultivate seeds, and cheered herself on as if to continue his life.

After supper, while it was not too cold at night, Mu Wanwan washed the dishes, boiled some water, and simply cleaned himself and Mr. Long before he was ready to do some manual sleeping.

The weather is getting colder and colder now, and the probability of cloudy skies is getting higher and higher, and it’s not that dry or cold, but wet and cold. Every time I wash everything, it’s painful, but the house is slightly better. For some warm stones, the temperature inside the house is higher than that outside.

"What should I embroider tonight?" Mu Wanwan lay on the bed with a warm stone in the quilt, which can provide some temperature like a hot water bottle. She half leaned against the wall and looked at the yawning hair on the bedside table.

"Embroidering another cute?" Mu Wanwan thought for a while and still didn't embroider cute again. She embroidered a lot of hairballs. It's better to embroider a mandarin duck. It should be better to sell.

"Tweet!"

It was getting late, Mengmeng let out a faint chirp, squatted on a warm stone that Muwanwan placed beside her quilt, and closed her black bean-like eyes.

The oil lamp gradually dimmed, and Mu Wanwan was half embroidered, feeling a little sore in his neck, so he didn't continue, got out of bed and gently packed his things.

"Mr. Long, good night."

Before going to bed, Mu Wanwan said hello to a dragon next to him as usual, then closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Mr. Long moved slowly after she heard her gentle breathing sound, and carefully used her spiritual sense to determine that the **** Mao Tweet was also asleep.

Two days ago, the quilt was dried, and Mu Wanwan no longer slept with Mr. Long. Now he alone occupies most of the jade bed inside, and occasionally moves without being noticed.

Ya Hei's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mr. Long slowly opened his eyes.

His dark eyes were reflected in the warm light of the lamp oil that had not burned out. He blinked slowly, shaking his ears, feeling that the hairs on his ears hurt a little, and frowned...

He knew that tweeted, and held him to peck his fur when he fell asleep during the day!

But thinking that he could have a little close contact with his wife later, Mr. Long was still looking forward to it, and he even happily waved his tail on the quilt slightly.

Well, the first step in intimate contact is to make yourself look better.

Mr. Long blushed slightly, mobilizing his spiritual power. After a faint white glow passed, a certain dragon changed from a black and red cursed pattern on the top of his head to a black hair, long narrow phoenix eyes, and a handsome face. Up.

A long wounded dragon's tail has also turned into two powerful long legs.

Although he lost the tip of his tail, his body was still intact when he became a human figure. He just guessed that he would be a little lame when he walked, and his sense of balance was very poor. However, his face shouldn't be much ugly, right?

Mr. Long silently raised his arm and gently touched his cheek.

He doesn't have anything now, only this face is just enough.

So even in the night after the wife fell asleep, he didn't know what mentality he was in. He had to worsen his spiritual power and become a human form.

Nowadays…

What do you want to do to the lady?

A few days ago, he held her hand excessively, because he had enjoyed the feeling of being held by his wife, and gradually became a little unsatisfied. He even wanted to kiss her. Isn't it too much?

Mr. Long turned his body sideways, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, but his face was motionless, and he inherited the characteristics of facial paralysis from childhood to adulthood. His long black hair was lying on the pillow, and the golden glow of expectation was flowing in his phoenix eyes, and the color like honey flashed past, his thin lips were pursed, and his eyes fell on her, as if it were light and gentle. …

She looked much better than when he first saw it with God's Sense.

The skin is fairer. Although the eyelashes are not very long, they are curvy and cute. When you open your eyes, they are bright stars. When you close your eyes, they are quiet like an ink painting.

She sprinkled her long hair on the pillow, her ear tips and lips were powdered, and her collarbone was conspicuous. It's not the kind of beauty who glances at Qingcheng, but everything has grown into what he likes.

Just glanced at it, and I couldn't help myself, it got deeper and deeper.

What's more, she is so good, so good.

There was a dull pain in my heart, Mr. Long’s eyes were a little dim...

He thought at first that she was just a human race with a very ordinary talent. Although it was very unlucky to marry him, when he gets better, he will use this life to protect her comprehensively.

But later, after eating so many fruits cultivated by her spiritual power, how could he not know that her talent was actually not ordinary.

Only the second level has such a high success rate of cultivation, and the cultivated spirit plants have a much higher quality than the same level and have a special effect of dispelling curses. How can this be considered ordinary?

In this continent, monsters are gradually emerging. The curse of the abyss monsters cannot be completely dispelled by the strong below Tier 5, and the curse of the witch clan has gradually become vicious. Previously, there were only Jinjiang grasses and expensive elixir to deal with the curse. It has a miraculous effect, and now, his wife also has it.

Although she is still very weak and even forced to be bound to him, if he wakes up, he will give her a little bit of alchemy, give her some resources, and give her some time. According to her diligence, she will definitely grow up.

At that time, a master alchemist who can refine the curse-dispelling effect will become a guest wherever he goes. Even in the most innocent special life alliance, it can have a place.

Even, she will become more and more outstanding, more and more dazzling. Although he is good-looking, there are still a lot of people who are almost as good-looking as him in the world. Moreover, she has never seen the appearance of other people. What if he is not the one she likes?

His idea of ​​tying people around is indeed selfish.

He has no horns now, and his strength is greatly reduced. Even if all the seven broken pronuclei are linked together, he can only restore 80% of his original strength.

He can't beat the 7th-tier strong, and the sixth-tier besieged him. He will die even without using spiritual power to walk on the road. It is hard to say whether he can take back all the forces from Aoqin's hands. Let her follow him, it's really a good or bad dragon.

He should set her free.

He should set her free.

Now she doesn’t know that he is awake, just taking care of him with responsibility and sympathy. Mr. Long couldn’t help but think of the hug and could only deceive himself and think of Long. She was just cold, she was just cold, and she didn’t feel anything about herself. .

But even so, even if he knew that his behavior was not called a gentleman Zhenglong, even if he felt like a mouse in the dark, Mr. Long decided to indulge himself.

She didn't know anything, she slept very soundly, he gently, she would not know.

The heart picked up, beating uncomfortably and violently, Mr. Long moved gently, wrapped in the quilt, and moved to the top of Mu Wanwan little by little.

With arms on both sides of the pillow, she looked at her sleeping face greedily.

Fortunately, Mu Wanwan's sleep was not very shallow. She was lying on her side, feeling the changes in light and shadow but her eyelashes trembled, and she did not wake up.

I really want to...

I really want to... kiss her.

The blood gradually boiled, and restrained sweat oozes from Mr. Long's forehead, his cheeks are red, with a cold expression, and his brows are also twisted, with a very reluctant expression.

"lady…"

He heard himself speaking softly, his voice echoing in the quiet room with a husky and low voice that had not been heard for a long time, with a terrible paranoid desire.

"I…"

Mr. Long turned his head slightly, the blush on his face was more obvious, and his brows were frowning tighter.

He wants to say, can I kiss you?

Like every time Mu Wanwan wants to touch his ears, bully the person who is asleep.

But he obviously couldn't say it. He just said "I", as if he was going to die.

The old dragon who has been single for many years can't say it.

Mr. Long had been brewing for a long time, with a bitter and indifferent expression. After holding back for a long time, he suffocated an "I".

The spiritual energy in the body quickly passed, Mr. Long struggled for nearly a quarter of an hour, but still could not say it, so he decided to let him go, silently imitating the scene where the wife agreed to it, and then slowly bent down and drew the two of them closer. distance.

Her face gradually enlarged, getting closer and closer to him, Mr. Long's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and the blood surged...

The two heard each other's breath, her warm breath sprayed on his lips, causing a terrible tremor.

No, he can't take it anymore.

Mr. Long's face was red, but he still couldn't kiss her. He slowly, slowly, and cautiously touched her cheek.

Very light and light, like an illusion.

Mr. Long was almost out of breath, and even though he had a serious expression, it couldn't bear the flushing on his face.

He hadn't noticed that his ears popped out the moment he touched Mu Wanwan. At this moment, the pair of ears that could reveal his mood were rising and falling with the sound of his breath that he tried to suppress.

I don't know how long it took, Mr. Long calmed down a little bit. He felt the little spiritual power left in his body, and thought a little shamelessly, why don't you kiss him again?

Just when Mr. Long was blushing, shaking his ears and preparing to kiss another bite, Mu Wanwan seemed to have suddenly noticed something, her eyes asleep, her eyelashes trembled, and she looked as if she was about to wake up.

Her eyelashes shook, and Mr. Long's heart shook, and the sweetness that had just risen turned into ice-like fear.

There was even a sudden feeling of nausea. His pupils tightened and his body was instinctively tense. When he reacted, he bent down and buried his head on the pillow near her neck, trying to use the ostrich method to cover his stealing. Pro behavior.

Mu Wanwan only felt that something was pressing on her, which was very uncomfortable. She slept in a dazed manner, only feeling the furry around her neck.

Mr. Long was nervous to die. You must know that Madam never woke up in the middle of the night the other night. He lost his vigilance when he lost the dragon. Mr. Long was very disturbed, but when he heard Mu Wanwan's words, he was about to fall into the cliff. The heart was suspended by the branches again.

"Mengmeng..." Mu Wanwan called her own Maochuu's name vaguely, "You ran to bed again and slept..."

Mao Tweet?

Mr. Long's ears trembled, and a thought flashed across his mind like a sparkle. He tensed his body hard, his handsome face was burning with panic.

He whispered in her ear, making the kind of cute and cute voice that he most disdain, and I don't know how many times I have complained in my heart...

"Tweet..."

The voice was low, hoarse, and quiet, and the ending sound rose slightly. There was no cuteness or sweetness at all.

Unexpectedly, Mu Wanwan did not hear it.

She was half-dreaming and half-awake. When she remembered it, she felt that the hair that was pressing against her was so heavy. She tried it and she didn't bother to lie down again, "Well... I'm gaining weight."

Mr. Long only felt that her soft body was behind the quilt, and gently pressed against his chest. The whole dragon was about to explode directly. In order to lower his vigilance, he whispered and "tweeted!" twice. sound.

Then he blushed and quickly returned to where he belonged.

God knows that he almost stopped breathing, Mr. Long's heart beat violently, and he felt that his life would be confessed in Mu Wanwan's hands sooner or later.

Before he recovered, Mu Wanwan felt something was wrong over there.

Although Mao Chiu is fatter, he can't get that much fatter, right? And why does she think Mao's voice is weird?

The more I think about it in my sleep, the more weird it becomes. Is she the hell?

This thought suddenly appeared in her head. Mu Wanwan opened her eyes sharply, gasped twice, and sat up halfway. The lights in the room were about to burn out, and only a little dim light remained, she subconsciously Looked at Mr. Long by the pillow...

The hairy ears are still there, no, why are the black and red lines on the face gone?

A heart suddenly lifted up, combined with the ghostly conjecture just now, Mu Wanwan's heart was beating wildly, feeling that she was going to be scared to death, she called Mao Chiu's name incoherently...

"Mengmeng..."

"Mengmeng..."

"Chop?"

"Tweet!"

Hearing Mu Wanwan's call, Mengmeng struggled to get up and responded to her with a milky voice. With her eyes wide open, she watched Mu Wanwan's crying expression and jumped flexibly from the bedside table onto the bed. On the edge, he jumped into her hand and rubbed the palm of her hand with his little head.

"Tweet?"

There was a warm feeling in her hand, and Mu Wanwan's heart gradually warmed up, but she was still trembling, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened. If, if, next to her, it is not Mr. Long lying next to her. , What should I do if it's a ghost!

"Mengmeng..."

"Tweet!" Mengmeng responded loudly, and comforted Mu Wanwan with a loving rub.

Mu Wanwan touched Mengmeng’s little head, made up his mind, and suddenly looked at Mr. Long...

Ah, the familiar Mr. Long.

Lying motionless, cleverly.

She breathed a sigh of relief, wiped her frightened cold sweat a bit embarrassingly, gently tweeted her hair on the bedside table, got up and lit a lamp.

The room suddenly brightened, and Mu Wanwan was completely awake.

"I'm sorry, Mengmeng, I disturbed you to sleep." She apologized to Mengmeng in a low voice, in exchange for a bright chirp.

"Fortunately, you are here." She said and smiled. As she was about to say something to Mr. Long who was still lying down, she heard a clear shell cracking sound.

"Tweet!" The hair ball became excited suddenly, waving its small wings that could not fully support the body, and gliding all the way to the basket containing the spirit eggs.

Mu Wanwan was energetic too, she put on a coat and walked to the table.

The lights came on, and she could see what was in the basket...

A crack appeared on two of the spirit eggs originally placed in the basket.

"Kaki", "Kaki", and slowly cracked.

This is, are there any chicken cubs about to hatch?

Mu Wanwan was a little surprised. At first, she felt that these eggs could not be hatched. After all, the temperature is so low now. Although I bought warm stones and covered them with kerchiefs, Mengmeng also used small wings to cover a few from time to time. A spirit egg, but she didn't hold much hope.

In fact, the egg seller said that this is a first-order spirit egg, and the probability of hatching without a hen is very low. If it has not hatched for more than five days, it is generally possible to add meals.

But maybe because of Mr. Long's dream, she brought some feelings. She was supposed to eat it before hatching ten days later, but now she gave her such a big surprise.

It would be great if Mr. Xiaolong was here.

If Mr. Xiaolong saw his big treasure, Xiaobao hatched, he would be very happy, right?

With gentle eyes, Mu Wanwan looked at the two fragile chicks, breaking out of their shells bit by bit, toward the birds they saw at first sight! There was a crisp, begging cry.

But Mengmeng didn't think there was anything, so she was happy to greet them "tweeting".

Mu Wanwan was embarrassed, and couldn't help laughing again.

Come on, the little chicken cub has hatched, and she probably won't have to sleep tonight.

The energetic row was filled with the next thing, Mu Wanwan's expression was happy and soft that he hadn't noticed.

Mr. Long slowly withdrew his consciousness, and the heart that was almost caught calmed down. Looking at Mu Wanwan, Mao Chiu, and the newly hatched, ugly spirit chicken cub, Mr. Long’s lips were invisible. He raised his eyes, but his eyes were a little sore.

He, he knew it a long time ago.

He knew it a long time ago.

He knew it in the second year after he lost his "home" and was forced to flee.

An egg that grows like this is a spirit egg, which cannot hatch a little dragon cub.

Even if the names of Lingdan are Dabao and Xiaobao, they can't be hatched.