I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Feeling the subconscious movement of the tip of the tongue and the belly of the finger, Mr. Long's entire dragon stiffened.

Before he blushed and spontaneously burned, he was about to fall into the ice cave with his whole heart before he had a series of symptoms that were so shy that he was about to explode...

Could it be...

She woke up?

At this moment, Mr. Long had no idea how he should react.

If she finds out that she not only wakes up, but also secretly do this to her in the middle of the night, she will definitely feel disgusted? He might even think he is a pervert, a dragon who hates disgusting.

Mr. Long's head went blank, but he instinctively didn't dare to move.

He maintained his hand holding her in the dark, with the ridiculous movement of her fingertips, his muscles tense, and his heartbeat almost stopped. The saliva that was too late to swallow also had some snaking along the lips, dropping ambiguous traces.

Mu Wanwan just didn't think it was right. She touched something soft and warm, moved her fingers, and encountered some hard things. The feeling of mixing together was very subtle.

But soon, the cold air outside the quilt climbed onto her arms and the back of her hands.

Ok……

a little cold.

Mu Wanwan wanted to retract his hand, Mr. Long didn't dare to move at all, only feeling that her fingertips followed his sensitive tongue, slashing her sharp canine teeth all the way, and pulling them out.

There was a "pop" sound.

The sound was a little loud, and Mr. Long felt that he was about to suffocate. He couldn't care about what was in the Qiankun bag and hadn't taken it out yet. He didn't care if any flaws were revealed. He almost immediately fell to the side with a heart Frustrated pretending to be a plant dragon!

If the wife was licked up by him and found that he was doing something bad to her, then he would really have no place.

Mu Wanwan also felt something was not quite right. After she retracted her hand, she felt that her fingers were sticky and something seemed to move on the bed. In fact, she was not particularly tired today, and she slept not so deeply, so she slowed down. Slowly opened his eyes.

The room was quiet, as if nothing happened, and there was silence outside the room.

Mao Chiu and the chicken cub are not awake, and Mr. Long's breathing is also very flat...Huh?

Does Mr. Long's breathing seem to be very fast?

Mu Wanwan half-opened the quilt in a daze, raised her still somewhat cold hand, and joined her **** together. It was very slippery, and she couldn't see what it was in the dark night.

Her first reaction was that she was drooling when she slept, but she felt very dry when she touched the pillow.

Isn't she drooling, is it Mr. Long's blood?

Mu Wanwan was awakened all at once.

She still remembers the tragic situation of Mr. Long before, whether it was vomiting blood or the tail was purulent again.

Mu Wanwan stumbled up to light up the lamp. He didn't know that when he got up, Mr. Long, who was lying beside him, was quietly watching her with his spiritual knowledge.

God knows the tremor and fear that rose in his blood when he saw the lady's suspicion and put his fingers together.

There are bad ideas...

If she, she licked up...

Nothing, Long was about to be defeated by imagination.

Mu Wanwan turned on the lamp, and the warm light filled the room.

Mu Wanwan found a kerchief and wiped his hands clean, and at the same time he was relieved. Fortunately, it wasn't blood or pus, it should be nothing serious.

Mengmeng is very sensitive to changes in light, opened her **** bean-like eyes, and glanced at Mu Wanwan suspiciously, "Tweet!"

Mu Wanwan was still a little cold when she got up. She was only wearing a thin sly clothes, a little messy, with the collar down, she could faintly see the beautifully shaped collarbone, she wore long hair and raised her hand to touch Mengmeng. His head showed half of his white wrists.

The spiritual sense that Mr. Long stuck to her body seemed to have been scalded and shrank back suddenly...

He closed his eyes honestly and dared not do anything this time.

During the day, the lady fed the dragon well, and there were new spirit stones on the bedside. The curse in the body was still serious but it didn't hurt so much anymore.

Not like before, the pain is so severe that the meridians are broken, and it moves like a bone.

It's just like being pricked little by little by countless fine needles.

It is the degree he can bear.

He closed his eyes, and his head was filled with the look of her he had just seen. The blood gradually heated up, and even some strange feelings were bigger than the pain buried in the body, bit by bit, like a wave, pushing him without knowing. Shaking his ears astonished.

It was as stimulating as it was when I took a bath that day.

Mr. Long didn't know that he was blushing now and was about to be unable to see people. He naively thought that as long as he closed his eyes and didn't move, there would be nothing unusual.

This poor dragon didn't even know that he also had a blushing problem!

Mu Wanwan walked to the bed, first lifted the bright red quilt, and glanced inward, confirming that Mr. Long’s tail was still good, but the scales near the waist seemed to change a bit, slightly higher than usual. It should be fine.

So, the thing on the finger...

Mu Wanwan had a bad guess, and looked up at Mr. Long's cheek...

Flushing, there is a sparkle on the lips...

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She, her face flushed.

So, did she just feel wrong because she poked her hand in Mr. Long's mouth?

In view of the terrible act of kissing Mr. Dragon and drinking dragon blood last time, Mu Wanwan felt that she might have let herself go again.

She felt her face burnt and was a little embarrassed to look at Mr. Long's face.

One person and one dragon thought that they had done something bad, and one of them was still in a coma, but the room was filled with embarrassment...

Mr. Long didn't dare to explore his spiritual sense. After closing his eyes for a long time, he felt that the strange sensation in his mouth was reduced a lot, and the unnatural heat in his body gradually calmed down.

He was very embarrassed. Mu Wanwan was not asleep, so he did not dare to wake up. After a stalemate for a while, Mr. Long was defeated, and he really fell asleep and repaired his spiritual consciousness.

Mu Wanwan also recovered, and his uneasy heart beat for a long time before falling asleep again.

Mengmeng, Mengmeng is too sleepy, just wake up and go to sleep again... After all, it is just a cub tweeting!

But early the next morning, Mu Wanwan was woken up by Mengmeng.

She half-opened her eyes and looked at Mao Chiu's mouth with the rope of yesterday's cloth bag that looked like a Qiankun bag, rubbing her face with her little head desperately.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She touched Mengmeng's head and wanted to get up to wash.

But Mengmeng has been struggling to express something, Mu Wanwan was a little helpless: "Mengmeng. Do you want to give this thing to me?"

Mengmeng didn't know if she understood it, but she nodded her head humanely and made a loud chirp.

Mu Wanwan was silent for a moment, decided to satisfy her own Mao Chiu, and took the cloth bag it was holding. Originally, he just wanted to appease Mengmeng and just touch it twice and return it to it, but this time, the feeling of starting the cloth bag is completely the same as yesterday. different.

She looked at Mengmeng's expectant gaze, and tentatively entered a trace of spiritual power in. This time, it went well.

This is really a cosmic bag!

It was still a bigger and more advanced universe bag than the one that Uncle Zong gave her, and there were even a lot of things in it.

Mu Wanwan took out everything in Qiankun's bag...

Three small universe bags are actually nested inside!

In addition to the first time, there were some spirit stone pills and messy things, the most eye-catching of which was a sapphire bracelet.

She picked up the bracelet, lifted it up and looked out...

The shimmer outside followed the bracelet with little impurities, reflecting a light spot on her cheek.

very nice.

"Tweet..."

Mengmeng was also a little dazed, watching Mu Wanwan crooked her lips and smiled, then she put the bracelet on her hand and tried it with a little ecstasy.

The size is right, and her skin is fairer and more beautiful.

"How come there are so many things?" After the joy, Mu Wanwan calmed down. She looked at Mengmeng's dumb hair and felt something was wrong.

It didn't take long for her to come back from saving Mengmeng, and Mao Chuo's performance was always weak. To say that the last time he flicked the willow was controlled by it at first, but it was an accident later, and Mu Wanwan could understand it.

But this time, with so many Universe Bags, even if Mengmeng is lucky, it is impossible to pick up three of them at once and give them back to her.

And she tried it yesterday and still couldn't recognize the Lord's Universe Bag. Why can it be opened smoothly today? Mengmeng didn't do anything last night. Is it because of Mr. Long's saliva? How useful is Dragon's saliva?

Or is there someone else who has been secretly helping them?

Mu Wanwan frowned, feeling that these guesses were not very reliable.

So she asked Mao tentatively, "Mengmeng, where did you get these things?"

In order to express clearly, she also used body movements.

After Mu Wanwan finished speaking, she felt that she must be crazy, and wanted to get the answer from Mengmeng. She should get up and wash her face to calm down.

But in the eyes of Mengmeng, the'good friend' who has always been very good to herself, fed her delicious fruits, and even washed her fragrant fragrance, finally realized the hidden danger around her, and was looking cute (?) Mengmeng is asking for help!

This is really not easy to provoke, so moved.

Hmph, the big bad dragon always bullies Mao Tweet with coercion when Mengmeng’s backer is not there, and pinches the down that has just grown on its wings. It must be jealous of its fluffy growth, and she threatens Tweet and sells him to Tweet. Say there is no burden in my heart at all!

So Mao Chiu happily rubbed Mu Wanwan's palm, and "chirped" twice.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work." Mu Wanwan was not disappointed either, touching Mao Tweet's head to express encouragement and carelessness.

Who knows, in the next second, Mengmeng will start acting in front of her...

Waving her little wings, she tapped the bracelet on her wrist, tweeted twice, and then tweeted twice at a plant that had been in a coma in her eyes, and stepped on his face.

Mu Wanwan: "...?"

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Mengmeng repeatedly jumped across the Qiankun Bag and Mr. Long's face in front of her several times, and Mu Wanwan finally understood.

Mu Wanwan: "...?"

Mu Wanwan: "!"

She felt that she really needed to wash her face and calm down, otherwise, how could she feel that Mengmeng was saying...

Mr. Long woke up, and all these things were given by Mr. Long!