I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mengmeng was still jumping horizontally, but Mu Wanwan was already a little stunned. She subconsciously touched the wet fingers of yesterday. The warm feeling in the dream seemed to be still there. I didn't think there was anything at first, but now she looks at lying down. Mr. Dalong by his side.

If Mr. Long is awake, then...

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt that his fingers were being burned, and got up as if fleeing.

She didn't boil hot water today, and she washed her face several times with a little cold water, and then she gradually calmed down, her heart beating quickly...

If Mr. Long is awake, if the Universe Bag is given by Mr. Long.

Why doesn't he talk to himself?

Mu Wanwan looked at the sapphire bracelet that was getting more and more crystal clear with water on her wrist, and her mood was very complicated.

It's not like being particularly happy, even after the shock and shyness, there was a trace of confusion and fear...

In the original plot, he won't wake up until three years later.

Even if the spiritual plant I cultivated has the effect of dispelling curses, I have been working hard to raise the dragon these days, but now it has only been less than two months, is it too fast to wake up?

Moreover, she can't guarantee what kind of one-stop Mr. Long is like.

The book said he was cruel, and people outside also said he had a bad temper. Even if she saw his miserable side and saw his childhood experience, she couldn't completely reverse the trace of fear hidden in her heart.

The cold wind glided across the cold water-stained skin, and Mu Wanwan shivered firmly.

She is now his nominal wife, but she doesn't know if Mr. Long knew he was married when he was in a coma. If he doesn't know, he doesn't like people approaching him, and then he suspects that she is from Aoqin's side, she won't be cold.

If you know, in case, in case he wants to fulfill his husband and wife obligations, or if his temper is too bad and domestic violence, she will also be cold.

It's best, best, or don't wake up yet.

She didn't know how to face Mr. Long when she woke up. Wouldn't it be embarrassing when her eyes were facing each other...

Although Mu Wanwan thought about it this way, she seemed to have forgotten that her purpose all along was to let Mr. Long wake up early, get his freedom back as soon as possible, and live his own little life.

She patted her face and began to think about what she would do if Long really woke up.

If Mr. Long really woke up, it is estimated that he was responsible for the flicking of the willow last time, and he also sent the things this time.

As for why he didn't tell himself, either it's not a long time to wake up now, it's too late to say! Either it is that you are not important to him, and there is no need to tell yourself that the reason why you give things is because he did it easily.

In fact, Mu Wanwan knew in her heart that there were probably both reasons, and she was not sure whether Mr. Long was really awake. Combining the anomalies of the previous two nights, if he would wake up, it would be in the night.

There was a dull pain in my heart, I don't know if it was because he woke up and didn't tell him, or because Mr. Long didn't care about his facts.

Mu Wanwan was a little angry, and even wanted to pour a bucket of cold water to wake the dragon from start to finish.

But after all, she didn't directly rub the dragon with cold water, went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and boiled hot water by the way, and went back to the room to prepare for Mr. Long to wash.

He looked the same as the plant dragon in her memory, except that his lips were not dry and cracked as they were the first time he had seen them. The bruises receded a bit, the broken corners were still hideous, and his handsome face was pale.

Mengmeng was tired, and leaned on Mr. Long's ears, and tweeted a welcome when she watched her come in.

Mu Wanwan took the wrung-out veil, and wiped Mr. Long's face as usual. Her fingers touched his soft cheek through the veil. The sapphire bracelet on her wrist was dazzling, and she suddenly stopped.

Removing the veil, Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's evil face, and for the first time clearly realized...

The dragon lying on the bed is her husband in name.

And this bracelet in her hand was given to her by her husband.

There was a strange feeling in her heart that she didn't know how to describe. Mu Wanwan wanted to say something, but she got stuck in her throat for a while. She was disappointed and sad, expecting and terrified, and she couldn't be in the room for a second. Stay forever.

Mengmeng noticed her anomaly, and helped her peck Mr. Long's ears like a vent, biting hard, only to lose a few hairs.

"Alright, Mengmeng." Mu Wanwan was a little bit dumbfounded, only to find out that his voice was hoarse.

She was a little embarrassed, holding Mao Tweet, holding the seeds, glanced at the occasional sunshine outside, and decided to work outside even if it was cold today.

...

Mu Wanwan took the pill recipe and sent it out for a while before he drove Mr. Long out of his head.

She thought for a moment, and decided to refine the Ningxue Pill first. After all, the price of Ningxue Pill was higher than that of Hui Ling Pill.

She wanted to give it a try. If she could refine it, she would spend her time on refining the Snow Ning Pill, and if she failed, she would try to return to the Spirit Pill.

The bellflower and the dredging flower are necessary, and then the second-order Lingzhi Ningxue.

Bellflower is a kind of lavender grass that looks like a bell. It is not big, but it is not so easy to cultivate. It is about the same as the spiritual power consumed by the complete cultivation of a first-order blue star grass to maturity. But it takes at least three bellflowers to refine a Ningxue Pill.

The cultivation of dredged flowers and bellflowers is about the same difficulty. Although it is a bit difficult, it took about two hours for Muwanwan to produce three bellflowers and five dredged flowers for a Ningxue Dan. It's all cultivated.

The second-order Ningxue is the most critical and difficult to cultivate. Ningxue’s seed is a pure white seed that looks like a strange crystal. Mu Wanwan tried several times, and even failed to cultivate three or four Ningxue. Seed, finally successfully cultivated a Ningxue seedling.

From the root to the bud, it was pure to translucent white, not big, but it had drained nearly half of her spiritual power.

Mu Wanwan was a little tired, and buried this hard-won Ningxue in a newly bought flowerpot filled with spiritual soil.

She has been busy all day, cultivating seeds, washing, cooking, and bathing. She was busy until late. There was nothing unusual about Mr. Long during the day. She bite the bullet to feed and clean up. When everything was done, he went out of the yard and added a few warm stones to the chicken cubs.

Mu Wanwan looked at the lighted room and took a deep breath.

Sleeping next to Mr. Long who was in a coma, she could guarantee that he would not hurt herself, but sleeping next to him who had already woken up, Mu Wanwan was not sure.

but……

She touched the sapphire bracelet on her wrist, her eyes flashed...

Mr. Long is so strong, even if he is cursed now, he will be very strong when he wakes up. If he hates himself, he might have killed himself last night. If he didn't start, it means that he shouldn't hate her like that. .

To say that he has no feelings for Mr. Long is pure self-deception.

She wanted to try without sleeping tonight to see if he was really awake and what would happen to her.

Mu Wanwan was actually very nervous, after all, she had never seen Mr. Long awake except outside of her dream. And Mr. Xiaolong must be different from him now...

She was actually a little scared, but she tried to calm Mao Tweet as normally as possible, blew out the light in the room, and moved to the bed a little bit.

Maybe the environment will really change with the mood. She used to think that going to bed is not everyday? Now, I even find it difficult to take off my coat.

Putting herself in the bed a little bit, Mu Wan said softly with a trembling voice, "Long, Mr. Long, Mengmeng, good night."

Mengmeng didn't know how much trouble Mu Wanwan had been caused by her whistleblowing behavior, but only enthusiastically and sleepily "tweeted!", indicating that Mao Tweet was going to bed.

The room gradually calmed down, Mu Wanwan tried to relax her body as much as possible, trying to ease her breathing...

She is waiting.

I don’t know how long it took, just when Mu Wanwan was about to fall asleep, she felt a slight cold wind blowing on her exposed face, which made her awake...

Dragon, dragon, dragon...Is the dragon awake?

The body close to Mr. Long tried to stay still, and Mu Wanwan grabbed the sheet nervously with the other hand.

She breathed for two seconds, trying to calm herself.

After a while, Mu Wanwan thought that the cool breeze was her own illusion, and then heard the sound of clothes rubbing against the quilt again, slightly and slowly.

Then, with a slightly warm hand, along the quilt she wrapped, a little bit, with the heat, got in.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

It turns out that he is really awake!

The mood was very complicated for a moment, with fear and loss, Mu Wanwan didn't dare to move at all, for fear that he would wake up suddenly and make this dragon who didn't know what to do annoyed.

She only felt that he took a little bit of her hand, forced to open her palm, and then wiped the sweat from her palm with her fingertips.

When she touched the sapphire bracelet on her wrist, a low smile of unknown meaning rang out in Mu Wanwan's ear.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Wanwan felt that his palm was repeatedly kneaded by Mr. Long. He didn't have much strength, and he could even be said to be very gentle, but the squeezing and squeezing made it numb and scary.

Could it be that he was hungry, just woke up and wanted to eat meat, so he was weighing his own meat quality?

Mu Wanwan was already dizzy, she didn't even know what she was thinking, her heartbeat was fierce, and she couldn't tell whether it was irritation or fear.

She waited anxiously for a while, feeling that her hand was gradually pulling towards him, and her whole hand was trembling...

Then she found out that Mr. Long had clasped her fingers.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was a little dumbfounded, and waited for a while, but the dragon didn't mean to send it away at all, nor did she bit her, just grabbing her hand and breathing gradually.

Mu Wanwan: "?"

The hand that she was forced to clasp with his fingers was completely wet by the sweat of one person and one dragon at the moment, and it was astonishingly hot.

The night was ambiguous and assisted, and Mu Wanwan began to think wildly.

She didn't even notice that her face was red, she just thought helplessly, what is going on with this dragon, what is he doing?

After holding the hot palms for a long time, Mr. Long seemed to be finally satisfied, and let her hand away.

At this time, Mu Wanwan had already guessed in his mind countless reasons why Mr. Long would not tell her when he woke up, and even gave him many excuses, such as...

I saw his embarrassed look. He is a face-loving dragon and wants to maintain his image as a domineering tyrant (as seen from Mr. Xiaolong’s tortoise hair)!

Or, he is not well, and when he wakes up, he is afraid that he will treat him badly and abuse him (to be verified)!

Or, he was worried that he was from Aoqin's side, and he didn't dare to wake up, afraid that he would be found killed when he woke up (it seemed to make sense)!

Or maybe he...

He treats himself...

Mu Wanwan was very nervous, after thinking of this reason, he immediately refuted it countless times in his heart.

He is her titular husband, and a cruel and domineering dragon. According to other people's descriptions of him, he is most likely a scumbag who indulges himself and does whatever he wants.

If he really thinks about himself so much, why not just wake up and force her?

Mu Wanwan thought about it a lot, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that Mr. Long didn't know when she was very close.

What, yes, do you want to eat her or do you want to do something to her?

If he really wants to hurt her, she, she is very weak! But I will resist!

With a heavy shoulder, Mu Wanwan was about to open his eyes, when he heard a muffled wine sound in his ear, "Madam..."

"hold me."