I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

what?

Hug, hug, hug him?

Mu Wanwan was directly confused by Mr. Long's words. She wondered if she had hallucinations and heard it wrong, otherwise, why would Mr. Long let herself hold him?

Even if he, he woke up recently, he shouldn't have such a sense of distance from himself.

Mu Wanwan tried to relax herself, feeling strangely unfamiliar in her heart, she couldn't tell whether it was embarrassing or embarrassing, even the trace of expectation buried in her heart that she hadn't even noticed.

She was waiting, she was waiting for his next move.

She hopes that everything just now is her illusion...

After all, a plant dragon that she had always thought was in a coma suddenly woke up. I slapped Fuliu in the face before, and then gave her a universe bag and bracelet...

Moreover, the Qiankun Bag could not recognize the Lord before, her fingers were wet last night, and she could recognize the Lord's Qiankun Bag without knowing what he did.

Mu Wanwan's head was messy, and his mind was full of messy thoughts, and his soft "madam" sentence.

If, if...

This dragon, when he woke up, pretended not to be awake. Wouldn't it be very... very bad to do something unknown to her every night?

She still waited. If this bad dragon was going to tell her unknowingly something forcibly (wow...) at night, even if she risked being killed by the violent **** dragon among the outsiders, she would definitely Will rise up to resist.

She has always been a person with a bottom line, even if Mr. Long is her nominal husband, she cannot be forced.

Mu Wanwan was thinking wildly, nervous and frightened. He only felt that Mr. Long was getting hotter with his palm, and his body temperature, a little bit, was about to burn into her heart.

She closed her eyes. In fact, her body also had some tremors that were not the same as when she used to sleep peacefully, but a certain dragon who finally had the courage to take a step closer, was ashamed and almost unable to breathe.

Those dragon powers that dominated the mainland and had great powers disappeared without a trace, and the seventh-order divine consciousness that the whole single old dragon spent more than 100 years to cultivate is also tied in the air and entangled together.

Mr. Long was just thinking about what he was waiting for, he was almost unable to bear it, the people under him were slightly strange, this dragon who was indulging in secret love didn't even notice...

He didn't even dare to look at her face so much, but slowly, slowly, turned Mu Wanwan over and gently, and put her two arms in a good pose, like that. Lie on his side facing him, as if holding something.

Then, carefully, slowly, and about to ignite spontaneously, he lay down beside her and tucked his arms between her arms.

Finally, she moved gently to touch her head, and she was satisfied, blushed to the point of exploding, and stopped moving.

Mu Wanwan, who was mentally prepared to lose his life for a while and revolt: "..."

Oh no, what Mr. Long said "Hold him" = "Hold his arm" ≠ "He wants to force her to hold (?) her"

The moment Mu Wanwan wanted to understand, she felt complicated. She felt that she had a certain misunderstanding of Mr. Long. The trace that had risen from the bottom of my heart, the fear that he would force her to force her, also gradually dissipated.

It's just that she still doesn't understand Mr. Long's behavior when he wakes up but doesn't say anything, plus his waking up tonight resembling a perverted tyrant and his hastily ending performance like an innocent and naive dragon...

In short, she only has one sentence...

It turned out that he was such a dragon.

However, such a Mr. Long did not dislike her.

Her mind suddenly relaxed a lot, Mu Wanwan felt the higher heat from Mr. Long's body. After staying for most of the night, she finally fought with eyelids and fell asleep completely.

…

Early the next morning, the arm that Mr. Long stretched into his bed has been retracted. He laid on his bed properly, the posture was exactly the same as before. If it weren’t for the memory of last night, Mu Wanwan would be too clear. I have to think that those are my own illusions.

Mu Wanwan seemed to be living in a dream. She rubbed her face, her ears were a little hot...

He called her wife, indicating that he also knew that he was his wife in name.

wife…

With a small exhalation, Mu Wanwan slowly got up from the bed.

Obviously the temperature dropped again today, but she felt it was much hotter than usual.

She got dressed, she couldn't help but looked back at Mr. Long who was "weak, helpless and pitiful", and patted her cheek lightly...

Then, she won't be a single little fairy anymore?

She, she seems to have an extra husband.

When washing and doing housework, the bracelet on his wrist always showed his sense of existence. Mu Wanwan was depressed and cultivated Lingzhi, and his face was absent-minded that Mao Chiu could see.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng walked around among the pots of seedlings cultivated by Mu Wanwan as usual, like a little guard, and picked up the leaves of the seedlings twice before turning her attention to Mu Wanwan, tweeting Two beeps expressing concern.

Mu Wanwan touched its little scarf, wanting to whisper to Tweet for a while, but thinking of the dragon that might be awake, he only felt that he was holding his breath in his throat.

She has received too much information from yesterday to now.

My heart is messed up. After all, a comatose husband who won't hurt her at all is completely different from a husband who has woke up secretly without telling herself, maybe still hiding many secrets.

Mu Wanwan couldn't accept it at all for a while. She knew too little about Mr. Long. Except for his childhood experience and the miserable present, she knew nothing about his past.

Even if she looked at his performance yesterday, she didn't see malice or disgust, she even only felt his care and pity.

However, this is in the book. According to the plot of the dog-blood text she has read, Mr. Long will like Bai Shuiyao when he wakes up.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan's heart was even more confused, mixed with a hint of helpless sourness and bitterness.

She knows, she knows.

Ever since Mao Chuo learned the news that Mr. Long was awake, she had vaguely realized that she didn't feel all about Mr. Long. And last night, he didn't force her. Thinking about it, even if he woke up very early, he never hurt her, even helped her out and gave her something...

There was a faint feeling of not knowing what kind of emotions were in her heart, a little sweet, a little lemon, and a little worry about the unknown and new life, which made her a little reluctant to move forward.

Sighing slowly, Mu Wanwan vented two Mao Tweets and turned Mengmeng over and over, "Tweet Tweets!" Mengmeng yelled in protest, but she was cruelly rejected and she was rubbed by Wanwan. Rub it away.

It is early winter, but the weather today is fine.

The sun was shining in the yard, spilling on the embarrassed hairballs, and the chicks not far away were also chirping, and the milky and milky chickens were squeezed into a pile.

The Ningxue planted yesterday actually blossomed.

The white and crystal petals unfolded, like the depression in her heart, and the flowers that slowly bloomed also unfolded.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mengmeng's embarrassing escape, and suddenly laughed like a silly, suddenly relieved...

Forget it, what's the use of thinking so much?

The dragon woke up when he woke up, could it be possible that she could break the dragon into a plant again, but he woke up a little earlier.

Besides, even if she really likes Mr. Long, she always wears the book, Mr. Long will like Bai Shuiyao's colored glasses to see the dragon...

Thinking of Mr. Long's cautious appearance last night, Mu Wan bends the corners of his lips. I wonder if Long will cry?

Mu Wanwan blushed. She didn't want to pierce Mr. Long. She was more willing to believe that the kind-hearted Mr. Xiaolong when he was a child is the same when he grows up. It shouldn't be intentional that he didn't say anything. And if you pierced it, wouldn't it be particularly embarrassing for your eyes to face each other? This small yard can't see you looking down, and sleep on a bed.

Who knows if this dragon "woke up" completely and is completely different from now, in case he has a bad temper and doesn't say a word for a long time...

She, she feels suffocated when she thinks about it...

However, it's one thing not to expose it, it's another thing to pretend not to sleep.

As a former top powerhouse in mainland China, even if Mr. Long is injured now, he can also wake up. It shouldn't be worse than when she first met him. Mr. Long, who has recovered some strength, must find her pretending to be asleep.

Mu Wanwan smiled lightly, she suddenly felt that she was a little bit bad...

She, doing this is tantamount to giving the choice of the relationship between the two to Mr. Long.

If Mr. Long finds out that he is pretending to be asleep, what will he do?

Suddenly, Wanwan, who had suddenly figured it out and gave all the pressure to Mr. Long, finally felt better. She let go of the messy cuteness that was rubbed, and cultivated Lingzhi with great energy.

Today, according to the plan, she has to cultivate enough materials to refine two furnaces of Hui Ling Pill.

After she figured it out, Mu Wanwan's efficiency became higher, and her grasp of the spiritual power in the body was more accurate. She pinched the seeds of two bellflowers, and only slightly felt them before immediately judging the two seeds. It's not worth nurturing.

Mu Wanwan didn't even notice that she was completely immersed in a mysterious realm. She felt that she had reached a very precise point of judging the subtle vitality and value of the seed, even without consuming a trace of spiritual power. There will be heaven and earth spiritual power rushing into her body to help her fill the emptiness.

She continued to nurture, and while the shining green light of her fingertips circulated, a series of Lingzhi seedlings were cultivated.

Mengmeng looked very energetic at first, but she soon became tired, but she didn't bother Mu Wanwan, but just jumped into a nest on the side of the bed and slept on her stomach.

But when Chuo woke up, the room was almost dark, Mu Wanwan still maintained almost the same posture, Mao Chuo was a bit wronged.

Mengmeng is a little hungry.

Just as Mengmeng was about to make a "tweeting" sonic attack, a pale hand stretched out and pinched its small mouth tightly.

Mr. Long sat halfway on the bed, with long black hair draped over his shoulders, black and red curse lines surging on his face, his eyelids were half-closed, and his black eyelashes were very long. He squeezed it with one hand, brought it to him, raised his index finger with the other, and gently pressed it on his lips, as if saying:

"Shhh..."

"Don't make a sound."

Mengmeng nodded his head ignorantly, but it was still a bit painful. It was really unlucky today that he was rubbed by someone and frightened by the dragon.

At this moment, Mr. Long was not worried that Mu Wanwan would find that he would wake up. He used his spiritual knowledge and spiritual power to drag a few middle-grade spirit stones that she had previously placed beside his pillow, and slowly sent them to her.

His wife had an epiphany. But the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth is still limited. At this time, more spiritual stones can be absorbed to maintain a longer enlightenment.

Mr. Long is quite experienced in this. Mr. Long's dark black eyes are looking in her direction, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and he feels a little lost.

Sure enough, her wife was extremely talented, and this time, she was probably about to advance to a Tier 3 wood monk.

It has been less than two months since he first saw her.

Even if it had the effect of a drop of his own effort, it was quite powerful.

She is so good, she is so good.

He couldn't delay her even more.

The meridians in the body have grown a little bit, but Mr. Long is not happy.

When the fifth pronucleus is connected, he must become a **** dragon.

With his lips pressed, Mr. Long's heart is fragile, how long can he have such happiness? How many days? More than ten days?

Before the wife found out that he woke up, before it would affect and hurt the wife.

Just allow him, just indulge him, go too far.

There was some suspicious heat on the cheek strap.

I have held hands, I have embraced them, and next time, he wants to really, really kiss her.

Could it be too much.