I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long only pressed her lips and left immediately, lying on the bed honestly, without any other actions.

Mu Wanwan didn't dare to move. Just now, Mr. Long gave her a light kiss, as if a soft feather struck her lips, with a slight fluttering soft feeling, she was swept over all of a sudden. It didn’t even produce anything like that in the book...

Blushing, heartbeat, numb legs, numbness of the legs, crisp body...and so on, a series of Su Tian reactions.

She even felt that she hadn't reacted to it, and it was gone, quickly like an illusion.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but now she feels that the cheeks that Mr. Long’s eyelashes swept before have been printed with a small, clear and shallow mark. It is not that ambiguous, but it feels like being licked by hair. .

Not annoying.

Even a little helpless.

Mu Wanwan thought for a long time, a little bit he wanted to think that Mr. Long really liked her, but he also felt that stealing kisses did not fit the character of Mr. Long's madness and coolness in the original book.

But... Mu Wanwan, who didn't feel particularly sensible after being kissed stolenly, was a little embarrassed at this moment, her face was a little hot, and her heart's guard was loosened again.

It turns out that the cruel, cold-blooded, ruthless and unblinking tyrant in the legend would be so cautious. Yesterday, Mr. Long’s "Hold him" = "Hold his arm". According to this calculation, "Kiss her" = "Purely touch her lips", it seems very reasonable...

She pretended to be uncomfortable sleeping, quietly turned over and did not make much movement, but in the quiet night, she was magnified countless times, so that a certain dragon, who was already sensitive, suddenly stopped her heartbeat.

He, he really, really kissed her.

Mr. Long's furry ears tremble, and he hears the sound of her turning over, sweet and nervous, and lucky to comfort himself...

No, she must have not found it.

He is very careful and careful.

Long waited nervously for a long time, but she didn't move any more, and then gradually calmed down.

He felt that he had no regrets.

To his wife, he did a lot of things to lose the dragon, let himself, indulge himself, secretly, and did a lot of things when she didn't know it.

To him, Madam's existence is like a little floating light in the night. He can see it when he raises his head, and can hold her tightly in the palm of his hand when he stretches out his hand.

Even if she was forced to help him at first, it was either because of sympathy or boredom.

In these short two months, he has liked and liked her very much.

Yes, I like it.

When she gets closer to herself, her heart beats faster, and she becomes nervous when she calls him by name. She feeds him something but he always thinks of something shameless, hateful, and shouldn't think about.

He pleased her and indulged himself.

He did everything like a pervert when she didn't know...

Touched, hugged, and kissed.

Mr. Long's heart is sour, her lips are very soft, with a little warmth.

He just touched it and felt that he was about to lose control...

I couldn't help it, wanted to kiss her hard, wanted to wake her up, wanted her to see him, wanted to hear her call her husband.

But he was afraid...

I was worried that she was afraid of herself, that the moment she opened her eyes and found that he was kissing her, the fear and disgust unnaturally showed in her eyes, and that she felt that she was tainting her innocence, and that she would cry.

Thinking that she would hate herself.

The tip of Mr. Long's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, suddenly crumpled.

He just imagined that scene, and he felt that his heart collapsed and it was more painful than when the dragon's horn was cut off.

Mr. Long is beginning to feel miserable again, and Mu Wanwan is still wondering if Mr. Long will kiss her again tonight.

With an inexplicable mood, she was even ready to feel it this time, waiting for Mr. Long to drop a kiss in the breeze like just now.

But after a long time, he never moved.

...

Early the next morning, before the sky was completely bright, Mu Wanwan got up, washed as usual, and completed the cleaning of Mr. Long and Mengmeng, and then fed the dragon and the chicks.

Mu Wanwan was actually very calm when she was washing her face, brushing her teeth and doing sanitary feeding. According to her findings in the past two days, dragons during the day generally don't wake up, so she is fine as usual.

After finishing the housework, Mu Wanwan ate breakfast served by the fruit of Bixingcao, and suddenly found...

Her diet has changed a lot.

In the modern era, after the monthly salary was paid, the rent and some miscellaneous expenses were removed. She would take a few hundred yuan to go out to watch a movie and eat a delicious meal to reward herself. At that time, Mala Tang, hot pot, barbecue, etc. were all her favorite foods.

After wearing the book, at first she was poor and had nothing to eat. Then she gradually seemed to get used to it again. Only now, she realized that she hadn't eaten anything delicious for a long time.

There are only a bunch of Baizhen fruits that taste like rotten apples with orange flavor, and Bixingcao fruits that are more bitter than bitter.

Mu Wanwan felt a bit of a loss. She thought about earning more spirit stones this time, so she would buy some meat back and cook and eat by herself. She thought about it, and wanted to confirm how many spirit stones were left in the house, but when she touched Mr. Long's pillow, the few spirit stones that had been placed before were gone, and there were no traces left under the pillow.

I suddenly thought of the small pile of ashes she swept from the table next to her when she was cleaning the house yesterday. She didn't pay attention at the time, but now thinking about it, those seem to be the dust left after the spirit stone was absorbed.

The look in her eyes was complicated for a moment, and Mu Wanwan understood that it was Mr. Long who used the spirit stone for her.

He seems to be not as unbearable and bad as outsiders say.

To tell the truth, Mr. Long would give her the spirit stone, but it actually went beyond Mu Wanwan's expectation.

In the few Qiankun bags that Mengmeng handed over last time, there were only a few low-grade spirit stones, some messy things, some pills, and this one, which I knew was a sapphire bracelet for girls.

She thought that Mr. Long gave her things she didn't need, after all, Mr. Long now needs a spirit stone to heal his injuries, she can understand it completely. But now it seems that she was wrong.

She couldn't help but gently touched Mr. Long's exposed white ears, and said softly, "Mr. Long, I'm sorry."

With a smile on her lips, Mu Wanwan was in a better mood. She piled up a middle-grade spirit stone and all the remaining low-grade spirit stones that she had in her universe bag on Mr. Long’s pillow...

At present, it seems that Mr. Long is still very good, and she can't let him down.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng stood on the table and tweeted towards Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan turned around and held Mengmeng, who seemed to be angry with her yesterday, on his shoulders.

Mao Chiu rubbed her cheek, the little awkwardness that started yesterday has long since disappeared in the food and the fragrance. Mengmeng likes Wanwan the most!

One person tweeted into the yard, and Mu Wanwan ripened a plant of Ningxue, three plants of bellflower and three plants of dredging flowers. He went to the room where he took a bath in the side hall, moved a bench, and prepared to practice alchemy here.

Mu Wanwan took the pill furnace out and placed it on the ground. Following the instructions of Uncle Zong, he gently fiddled with the device that controls the pill fire at the bottom of the pill furnace.

Almost immediately, the pill furnace slowly spun up, floating in the air, and a faint pill fire came out from the lower end.

Mu Wanwan was taken aback, and Mengmeng also tweeted a little excitedly, one person tweeting like a soil bun who had never seen the world before, staring at the hanging pill furnace for a long time.

"Tweet!"

Mengmeng's voice made Mu Wanwan bend back to her gods. She didn't immediately practice alchemy according to the pill recipe that she had memorized on her back a long time ago, but first tried to fiddle with the device that controls the fire of the pill.

To the right, the pill fire becomes more vigorous at once, and to the left, the pill fire weakens.

However, Mu Wanwan only touched two, and felt that the whole pill furnace was hot.

She frowned. In this case, she couldn't control the size of the pill fire at all, and her spiritual power was of the wood element, so she couldn't directly refine the pill...

Wait, spiritual power.

Mu Wanwan thought of something, tentatively imagined his spiritual power as a palm, and slowly attached it to the device that controls the pill fire.

Laboriously, he flicked to the left.

The pill fire diminished at once, but Mu Wanwan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

She just flicked the device lightly, she used a lot of spiritual power, and she felt that this degree was very difficult to grasp. If you want to know the alchemy, it is difficult to become an elixir if it is short of heat. Those with fire can directly use themselves. As a pill fire cultivator, it is difficult to control her spiritual power, and it is even more difficult for her to rely on the device.

Mu Wanwan was not in a hurry to refine the pill, and it took another two or three hours to adapt to the control of the pill fire. The spiritual power in the body was not consumed much, only one-tenth, but she had been focusing on manipulating the spiritual power. I feel a little pain in the head, a little tired.

Mengmeng has always been quiet today, watching her playing with the alchemy furnace with extreme concentration, without even dozing off, Mu Wanwan felt very strange.

"Tweet!" Seeing her looking at herself, Mengmeng turned her little head, whispered in a low voice, very cute, and healed Mu Wanwan's mental exhaustion just now.

She stretched out her finger and clicked on the cute little scarf, full of energy and began to prepare for alchemy!

First put the three bellflowers into the pill furnace, open a medium-sized fire, and Mu Wanwan was engrossed, and she was very cute and silent. Soon, the three bellflowers turned into a fire under the action of the pill fire. A ball of light green liquid.

Mu Wanwan dragged the bellflower's liquid to hang in the air with spiritual power, then picked up Ningxue on one side, and took a deep breath.

Ningxue's petals melted as soon as she entered, and she had to grasp the degree.

Mu Wanwan was highly concentrated, and quickly tore off Ningxue's flowers. The moment he threw it into the alchemy furnace, Ningxue immediately melted. The pill fire that Mu Wanwan thought was small enough would not work, and Ningxue almost immediately melted into it. A cloud of mist, she couldn't keep it.

Failed.