I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Hearing that Uncle Zong had said the price, Mu Wanwan felt a little tempted to retreat.

Mr. Long hasn't recovered yet, she estimates that she will only be able to wake up for a few hours a day. It's better to let him absorb these spirit stones.

A word from Uncle Zong made her a little moved...

"The man has a bad temper and doesn't have much trimming, but if you have a good idea, it might be much cheaper."

So Mu Wanwan followed Uncle Zong around several alleys and came to a little shabby shop. Uncle Zong asked her to talk for herself, and later went to the store to find him. After speaking, she immediately dodges like hiding something. Up.

Mu Wanwan knocked on the door and stood in a small shop full of materials and barely able to get down. His nose was full of dust and some bad breath. He saw Uncle Bian Zong with a hammer in his hand. A dwarf called "Uncle Iron".

Although the monks were not very afraid of particularly cold weather, Mu Wanwan rarely saw people who were naked but wearing heavy trousers in this kind of weather. Uncle Tie’s skin is light green, his face is not pretty, from his split ears to a long scar on his lips, a pair of slightly protruding dark brown glass eyes hidden under his drooping eyelids, making him look a little scary. .

His naked body was covered with scars of various sizes, and occasionally there was a flash of black smoke. Mu Wanwan blinked twice and felt that he was wrong.

"What do you want?" He raised his slightly muddy eyes, and his voice was like a hoarse broken bellows.

"Senior." Mu Wanwan bowed to him. Before telling what she was coming from, she felt that something was like a sharp sword that pierced the wind and struck her at once. She subconsciously wanted to hide, but she didn't. Falling, he was smashed, and fell to the ground with a butt.

It hurts so much that it doesn't hurt. Mu Wanwan was stunned for two seconds before he could see clearly what had hit her. It was a...a small hammer?

"I hate that people call me senior, call me Tie Bo, let go of your fart." Tie Bo said, Ke Ke smiled twice, his pupils trembling violently, staring at her closely, the scar on his face They all came alive, it's terrible.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She got up, picked up the small hammer and patted the dust on it, "Uncle Tie, I want to customize something that can help people walk..."

Mu Wanwan briefly described and said, "Because the husband may have inconvenient legs, his legs are a bit long, so I hope he can adjust the height."

In fact, Mu Wanwan wanted to say that Mr. Long’s tail is a bit long. According to the modern standard wheelchair, I am afraid that he can’t fit him. Think about it, Mr. Long, who originally had half of his tail, was rubbed by her tail on the wheelchair. The ground is not a wonderful experience.

"Oh." Tie Bo didn't raise his eyelids, and the knuckles holding the hammer were a little trembling. "A low-grade spirit stone will be taken in three hours."

"Huh?" Mu Wanwan thought he had heard it wrong, and couldn't help asking, "Bo Tie, is it really a low-grade spirit stone?"

Uncle Tie didn't even look at her, as if he was impatient, he directly pushed the person out of the shop with another small hammer, and Mu Wanwan fell to the ground, staring dumbly at the closed door in front of her.

The temper of this uncle Tie was really weird, she thought this uncle Tie hated herself very much, but who knew that he only needed a low-grade spirit stone.

Mu Wanwan stood up, looked at the gray sky, a little worried about the dragons and tweeted at home, speeded up the purchase. She had promised Mr. Long that she would take the meat back.

After confirming that the person at the door had gone far, Uncle Tie suddenly bent his back, and the hammer that had never left his hand fell to the ground, smashing the floor out of a huge pit, all the surrounding materials collapsed, and the room was instantly chaotic. Into a ball.

But he didn't care too much, his eyes were shaking a little terribly...

There was his breath in her, and even though so many years had passed, he still did not forget the back figure bathed in a sea of ​​blood.

Uncle Tie covered his head, and his body slowly overflowed with black magic energy. There were thousands of slaves back then, but there are probably not many still alive.

As soon as Mu Wanwan entered the door, he was keenly aware of her aura.

He was an old dwarf who was about a hundred years old anyway, so he could see through it at a glance.

She also said that she was the man's wife, and she seemed to be sincere.

Uncle Tie touched the wound on his body and couldn't tell whether he was grateful or hated the man. After escaping, he carefully lived on the border until the man became the leader and finally lived in the sun. With this, he has to repay his gratitude.

Uncle Tie sighed slightly, took out the long-cherished materials from Qiankun's bag, opened some heavy trousers, revealed a pair of mechanical legs, and dexterously started to work.

…There, Mu Wanwan sold vegetables and purses, and bought some things. It was still early to check, and she went to Uncle Zong’s shop again. She wanted to see if her refined medicines were sold. .

Near noon, the flow of people was not too big, and when Mu Wanwan came in with a basket that sold out, Uncle Zong happened to be discussing business with a few people.

Coincidentally, one of them was the nun who paid the entrance fee at the gate of the market in the morning.

Hearing the footsteps, the female cultivator glanced back at Mu Wanwan. This time she didn't hide her, her eyes were naked irony.

Uncle Zong smiled at Mu Wanwan. Before she could say hello to her, the female cultivator raised her eyebrows, "Boss, don't worry about the unrelated people, hurry up and pack the medicine."

As soon as she said this, Uncle Zong's face turned black. The two male cultivators next to her seemed to realize that she had a bad tone, and hurriedly gave a smile, "Boss, Little Junior Sister, she didn't mean it, don't see you outside."

Mu Wanwan was also very upset. She really hated something. She didn't want to cause trouble to Uncle Zong. Unexpectedly, Uncle Zong sneered, "Who do you look down on?"

The female cultivator knew that she was a bit wrong, but she was always held in her hands. At this moment, seeing Uncle Zong actually harass her because of a poor casual cultivator who had just come in, she was immediately upset, "What? This pill? I have two middle-grade spirit stones out of a bottle, don't you merchants want to make money?"

"Oh." Uncle Zong said coldly, "We won't make your money, now please get out."

"Boss, don't do it." The male repairer became anxious. He was going out recently to experience the dangers in the secret realm. He wanted to buy some spiritual pill. Today, he was attracted by the spiritual pill presented by Uncle Zong. It was judged at once that the quality of the spirit pill this time was definitely higher than those of the previous stores, and it would be a good thing to think that the little junior sister, who has always been so arrogant, has been ruined.

"If you don't sell it, you don't want to sell it, do you want to grab it!" Uncle Zong roared abruptly, and a huge lion head faintly appeared behind him. The coercion belonging to the high-level orcs was dissipated. Some people were frightened, especially the female cultivator, whose entire face was flushed.

"I asked my master to clean up you, a savage orc!" She gave a cruel word and ran away. The two male repairmen followed her in a desperate manner, and one of them gritted his teeth with hatred. After quietly flashing a vicious sight.

Mu Wanwan was refreshed in her heart, but she was still a little worried, "Uncle Zong, will her master really come to trouble you?"

Uncle Zong sneered, "Her master can't beat you Uncle Chen."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She stayed in Uncle Zong’s shop for a while, waited for an hour, and then waited for a visitor. She was repaired by a very ordinary person. After talking about the price for a long time, she finally bought a half-medium-grade spirit stone. A bottle of elixir. Mu Wanwan watched the whole process of Uncle Zong’s business and came to a conclusion...

If you have a strong fist, you can do something! .

After taking Hui Ling Pill, Aunt Yun came to rest and told Mu Wanwan joyfully that the pill she refined also had a certain curse-relieving effect, which was better than eating Ling Guo directly.

Mu Wanwan had a feeling in his heart, and he had an appointment with Uncle Zong to see him in ten days, and he was about to go to the Xianqing Pavilion to release the news.

"Girl, wait."

When she was about to leave, Aunt Yun suddenly stopped her.

Mu Wanwan stopped to look at her.

Aunt Yun smiled, with a gentle smile in her eyes, "Come on, give me your hand."

Mu Wanwan didn't know what she was going to do, and stretched out her hand. The next second, there was a tingling pain from her fingertips. Aunt Yun quickly took out a pendant from her pocket and absorbed the blood droplets from her fingertips.

Aunt Yun hung up the pendant for her, "A small thing that can hide the cultivation base. It's useless if I keep it. You can hold it. Don't say thank you and say I'm angry."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Her mouthfuls were stuck in her throat, she couldn't say it, and she couldn't swallow it.

Aunt Yun's expression is gentle, and she is much purer to her like the director of an orphanage, making her a little confused.

"Don't think about it, go fast, Uncle Tie doesn't like people being late." Seeing Mu Wanwanchu in the same place, Uncle Zong drove the people directly without being polite at all.

Mu Wanwan was a little sour in her heart, she only squeezed the pendant and nodded.

She spent two middle-grade spirit stones and three cursed Hui Ling pills to release the news in Xianqing Pavilion, waiting for the next time she went out to contact Jiu Qing. When she went to Tiebo to fetch a wheelchair, and walked for a long time to find red leaves at the gate of the market, snow fell in the world.

White snowflakes like cute feathers fell on her face, but she was cold.

Snowing.

Mr. Long is still wearing thin clothes, and the hair on Mengmeng's wings is a bit bald.

Dark gray clouds reflected in Mu Wanwan's eyes, dull.

"Madam, let's go back quickly." Hongye's voice was clear, and Mu Wanwan nodded.

Mu Wanwan was wearing a low-quality hat that he had just bought for three silver coins, and got into the bullock cart and started to drive home...

I don’t know, what is Mr. Long doing now? Are you expecting her to buy something delicious to go back? What would she look like when she saw her take out Tiebo's foldable and thin wheelchair that can be deformed in three stages.

Just thinking about it, she felt that she had some expectations.

While Mu Wanwan was trying to rush back, Mr. Long was playing games with Mengmeng.

To be precise, Mr. Long is "playing" Mengmeng.

His wife is not at home, he is a rare activity that he can do without concealment, although to him walking is like stepping on the tip of a needle.

Sitting in Mu Wanwan's special seat, Mr. Long held Fat Chuo Destiny's neck with one hand and his chin with the other, rolling it around indifferently.

It's fun to see it fall on the mat in a little embarrassment and try to get up and bite his own finger.

In fact, he has long been unable to see Mrs. Eyes spoiling this fat chirp. Mengmeng has very good roots and feet. Although it is only a cub, it has already demonstrated some abilities. Even if the amount of exercise is too little, the temperament is also soft. It's really annoying to be like a baby and compete with him.

Mr. Long slightly drooped his eyelids, his slender fingers dexterously avoided the waves of cute and cute attacks. Fatty Chiu of anger simply took advantage of his weight and suddenly rushed over to cling to his fingers, unable to survive. To peck his fingertips with his beak.

"..." Mr. Long squinted his eyes, let him go, and then turned his wrist to turn the cuteness around.

"Tweet..." Mengmeng died of grievance, and Mengmeng was about to cry.

Why does this big bad dragon bully Jew every time when he is not at home! I can't stand it anymore!

Mr. Long watched it use his **** to face him, with a fleeting smile on his lips. The dark black phoenix eyes seemed to casually sweep out the window, pressing a slightly expectant heart.

It's still early, it's still early.

It didn't take long, he just had to look at the Lingzhi she planted by himself.

The last bud of Ningxue stretched out the tender leaves quietly on the windowsill. The room was very tidy and everything was neat and tidy.

Mr. Long sat on her stool and waited for a long time.

From dawn until the clouds were sealed, Mengmeng was no longer angry and fell asleep leaning on the back of his hand tiredly.

When I saw snowflakes falling outside the window, floating, bit by bit, like falling in his heart...

She walked a bit in a hurry today and didn't bring an umbrella.

"Is it cold?" Some cold voice sounded abruptly, but it was like melting ice and snow, with unknown meaning.

Mengmeng slept dazedly, rubbed the back of his hand, and tweeted, saying, Mengmeng is not cold.

There was a muffled laughter in the room, and it disappeared.