I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Waiting for Mu Wanwan to wake up completely from the epiphany, it was already three days later in the afternoon.

As soon as she regained her consciousness, she felt that her pores were covered with a layer of things, and she was very uncomfortable. She opened her eyes and saw a pile of seedlings and discarded seeds in front of her.

There were only a few sporadic seeds left on the side. There were seedlings and buds to bloom on the table and on the ground. At a rough glance, there was no way to estimate the number for a while.

Mu Wanwan touched his face, with something greasy and dirty in his hand.

Is this practice about to be advanced again?

She hurriedly looked inside...

Most of the spiritual power that had been liquefied in the dantian had actually formed a small golden pill.

Not big, not even particularly complete, the shape is not perfect, but it is truly solid. A semi-circular golden core lacking several holes is suspended in her dantian, surrounded by energetic aura, a little bit The spiral is around Jin Dan.

Alchemy!

Did she, she just become a third-order monk?

Doesn’t it mean that it’s very, very difficult to get from building a foundation to a golden pill? How does she feel, it doesn't seem to be that difficult?

After a brief astonishment and shock, Mu Wanwan suddenly became happy, and even a little complicated joy...

She didn't expect that she had such an extraordinary talent. At first, she just felt that her spiritual power might be a little special. She didn't expect that she could complete the feat of no medicine, no spirit stone and no painful epiphany upgrade.

However, she hadn't been happy long before she was awakened by Mengmeng's resentful chirps.

"Tweet..." Mengmeng especially languished on her half-black nest, and her little scarf was also a bit dark, and she was aggrieved.

Mu Wanwan felt relieved, even though Mengmeng had soiled her den and was not very angry, she was also dirty now.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng tweeted loudly, and then covered her head with her little wings, as if she was an indifferent tweet who didn't want to talk to Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She has been raising Tweet for a while, and she is more familiar with some of Mengmeng's little tempers than with Mr. Long. From the performance of Mengmeng, she is very unhappy.

In fact, Mengmeng has never been an ordinary tweet in her heart. Its spirituality is much higher than that of modern cats and dogs, and it can even express its own emotions. This time, 80% of Mengmeng got angry because she had an epiphany and ignored it for several days.

Regarding food, Mu Wanwan is not so worried that Mengmeng is hungry. Sometimes she will grow some seeds of Bixingcao and Baizhenguo between the cultivation of Lingzhi. The surplus food at home is enough to eat Mengmeng for ten days. .

However, coaxing still has to be coaxed.

Mu Wanwan carefully circumvented the seedlings on the ground, took out a second-order green stargrass seed from the Qiankun bag, walked straight to Mao Chuo, poked its small wings carefully, and Mengmeng was awkward for a while. Poke his head out carefully and look at her with open eyes.

Mu Wanwan spread out the seeds in her palm, and she was still a little uncomfortable when running spiritual power, but soon, her palm exuded a bright green light.

The green stargrass seed that originally had to grow in the soil just broke out of its shell and slowly grew into a tender seedling, and in the eyes of Mengmeng, it became translucent a little bit more than before. More fragrant fruit!

Mengmeng is out of luck, and Mengmeng decides to give in to food forces.

Mao Chuo slowly got up, stretched out his small wings and hugged the fruit that was about to be as big as his body. He dragged it backwards with too much force, and fell a somersault and let out a scream.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Boxing, Mengmeng has self-esteem, she wants to hold back and don't laugh.

Mengmeng was stunned by the fall, and for a few seconds before she got up, tweeted a little, ignoring Mu Wanwan, holding the fruit and walking forward with difficulty.

Mu Wanwan felt that if he left again, he was about to repeat the tragedy just now, even though Mengmeng was so cute, he still couldn't let him do anything.

"Where does Mengmeng want to go?" Mu Wanwan carefully ignored Mao Tiao's little resistance, and held Tiao and the fruit in her hand.

"Tweet..." Mengmeng's resistance was invalid, she put down the fruit she was holding, and pointed out the door.

The various seedlings scattered on the ground around Mu Wanwan brought Mao Tweet to the yard...

She saw at a glance, a few chicken cubs in the cage.

They were huddled together, their bodies were dirty, and there were several broken peels in the cage...

When the little chicken cubs saw Mengmeng, they became excited and rushed to squeeze forward.

"Hey." Mao Chuo was also responding to them. Listening to the lively chirps in his ears, Mu Wanwan suddenly guessed what was going on. While blaming himself, he felt more distressed for Mao Chur on his hands.

It's no wonder that Mengmeng will be upset. She used to feed these chickens on time, and she didn't prepare some spiritual rice for these little chickens in advance. I am afraid that they did not starve to death in the past few days and rely on Mengmeng's relief.

Mu Wanwan felt a pain in her heart, put Mengmeng on the ground and nodded her head, "Mengmeng, thank you."

She still left the time for Xiao Tweet to take a bath first, and then work quickly while it was still dark. After a few days of epiphany, there were a lot of things at home.

... Mengmeng tweeted in doubt, and she saw Mu Wanwan walking back, forget it, the two-legged beast didn't care what he thought and didn't want to know! Humph!

But Mu Wanwan walked far away, it still, looked back cautiously at her, and saw that the two-legged beast hadn't looked back, and was angry again.

Mu Wanwan said that she was really wronged, she just wanted to hurry up.

Before taking a bath, Mu Wanwan wanted to take off the sapphire bracelet from her wrist, but she didn't know what was going on, this bracelet couldn't be pulled off.

I didn't know that it was given by Mr. Long. She liked the feeling of this beautiful bracelet.

Now, knowing that it was given by him, and still can't take it off, it feels a little bit subtle. Mu Wanwan wiped his hair half dry and began to pick up the house...

First, she cleaned up the seedlings on the ground and on the table. She used a few packs of seeds. After Mu Wanwan cleaned up, she counted them. Among them, there were only seventeen seedlings of Tier Ningxue.

You know, she can only cultivate two Ningxue the day before.

There are also about 200 seedlings of bellflower and dredged flowers, and 70 or 80 seedlings of Huilingguo.

Mu Wanwan cleaned up until the end, and the newly bought flowerpots were not enough, so she had to plant seedlings of the same category together, sprinkle a bag of spiritual soil evenly covered with rain and dew, and then put a pot of seedlings in place.

Rows of neatly arranged seedlings swayed in the cold evening wind, and Mu Wanwan looked at them, showing a smile of wealth.

These are not seedlings swaying in the wind, but these are spirit stones!

Crystal clear, a spirit stone that you can buy anything!

With so many seedlings, even if they weren't refined into a pill, Ningxue alone would be enough for her to make a profit.

Her spiritual power is very abundant now, completely enough to ripen the seedlings while refining alchemy. Originally, according to her previous strength, it would take half a day to just collect a pot of materials for returning to the spirit pill.

It's different now, she has so many seedlings.

Tomorrow, she will try to follow the prescription of the pill to see if she can refine the pill. If possible, the value of the seedlings in front of them has doubled up again!

This time she went out to make money, she must buy some clothes for herself, and Mr. Long...

Mr. Long's pale face suddenly appeared in his mind, and Mu Wan felt a little uncomfortable...

She just bought him a coat...I used to think he wouldn't wake up again. He bought so many clothes in a half-dragon state and couldn't wear it. It's not enough.

But now... he is awake, which is very intriguing.

Mu Wanwan thought for a while, let's add two clothes to Mr. Long this time.

...

After tidying up the seedlings and the house, Mu Wanwan glanced at the sky, and rushed to wash Maochuu, a few chicken cubs, and dirty clothes.

Perhaps because of her advancement, her resistance to cold is much higher. The realm has been raised to a certain level, and there are many things that can be learned without a teacher. Mu Wanwan tried to wrap a layer of spiritual power on his hands, like a pair of cold gloves, making the cold water change It's acceptable.

After washing a lot of clothes, it was getting dark. Mu Wanwan figured that according to the time, she should drag her tired body to prepare dinner.

But not only is she not tired or hungry today, but she also feels in good spirits, which should also be a benefit after advanced.

Cultivators, when the Qi refining period is the first level, will have much stronger physical fitness than ordinary people, with a life span of 100-150. After entering the foundation building, that is, the second stage, the demand for food will not be so strong. By relying on bigudan, you can not eat for a long time, and the life span is 200-300.

Becoming a Tier 3 monk, in the human race, is also considered to be extremely talented, and the need for food has become dispensable, so it is not a problem for her not to cook now.

Mu Wanwan didn't cook anymore. She cultivated a few second-order Baizheng fruits, ate one by herself, and kept one for Mengmeng, and fed the rest to the dragon.

It was still the familiar process of feeding the dragon, but Mu Wanwan's mentality had changed greatly. Every time she accidentally touched his lips, she would be very, very awkward, not knowing whether it was more shame or more numbness.

Just feeding the food made her feel awkward because of instinct. In a few days, if this person deliberately stays awake, she will change his clothes, wash his hair and bathe his tail...

Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot, and she bit her lip...

This dragon shouldn't be so shameless, he, maybe he will find out that she is pretending to be asleep tonight.

However, Wanwan completely overestimated Mr. Long. When the night fell, the ambiguous lights in the house went out, Mao Chiu and her were both "asleep", and Mr. Long woke up quietly.

In the past few days, because his wife had an epiphany, he simply woke up at night to see if she had progressed from the state of epiphany.

It was the same tonight, the divine consciousness circled around and stayed on the bulging quilt of Mu Wanwan.

The lady came out of the epiphany, the lady advanced, and the lady slept beside him.

Mr. Long was quick in his thinking, and he became happy...

He can finally touch her.

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

Mr. Long's long eyelashes flickered, and in the next instant, he turned into a human form and moved quietly.

Mu Wanwan is no longer the second-order Mu Wanwan now, she is more sensitive than before, and she knows when Mr. Long moves.

The heartbeat is a little bit faster, but with the experience of pretending to sleep last time, she has calmed down a lot.

In fact, when going to bed tonight, in order to prevent something particularly embarrassing from happening at night, she specially buried her head in the quilt this time.

So it is even more difficult for Mr. Long to touch his wife.

A certain dragon who was a little bit shy and flustered when he was doing bad things, but naively thought that his wife was a bit cold tonight.

In fact, Long knew that the wife of a Tier 3 powerhouse must be easily awakened, but he was lucky and lucky...

After all, she had never awakened before, and she slept very well, he was lighter, he was lighter.

He secretly heated himself with spiritual power, and then slowly, little by little, put his palm in the past.

then……

I accidentally touched her waist...

Forgive her for sleeping on her side and opposite to Mr. Long tonight, with both hands on her chest.

So Mr. Long was awkward, looking for his wife's hand for a long time, but in the end he touched her waist.

His touch was very light, her palms were hot, her waist was sensitive and itchy, she almost conditioned her reflex to bow her waist slightly, and abruptly held back the urge to escape.

Mr. Long also almost realized what softness was different from the palm of his hand when he touched her waist, and immediately retracted his palm as if he had been ignited.

He, he, he didn't mean it.

However, it was very soft and flirted with the dragon, and the dragon was almost unable to breathe.

Mu Wanwan's expression was very complicated, and she became less and less familiar with Mr. Long.

"Madam..." After a long time, Mr. Long murmured, slowly, as if it were difficult to say with words, "I..."

"I want to kiss you."

Mu Wanwan was shocked. Before she could react much, she listened to his mute voice and tried to restrain her, "It won't hurt you."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mu Wanwan: "?"

pain? Why does kissing hurt...Could it be...

She endured the strange feeling in her heart, her ears turned red silently...

No, it's a bit too fast, she is not ready to fulfill her husband and wife obligations.

As a result, Mu Wanwan waited for a long time before he felt that his quilt had been gently opened. The cold outside air hit her face, making her shudder inexplicably.

She is a little nervous, her hands are shaking, why hasn't Mr. Long noticed that she is awake?

She didn't know that Mr. Long was more nervous than her, and he slowly approached her.

Until the breath smells and the nose reaches each other.

His long eyelashes swept across her cheek, and the itchy person could not wait to reach out and scratch it. The sound of breathing that gradually heats up in my ears is very uncomfortable.

Mu Wanwan abruptly endured this sour feeling for more than ten minutes, and the dragon's breath made her lips feel like she was wearing moisturizing lipstick.

The feeling of shyness gradually faded, and she could not wait to press Mr. Long's head to let him kiss him quickly, she really wanted to scratch her face! .

Mr. Long was also prepared in this long dark night and finally plucked up the courage...

Gently, gently, pressed her lips to her lips.

It separated quickly, like a soft feather, swaying gently with the wind and drifting away.