I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long waited quietly for his wife to come back, one hand was leaned by Mengmeng, hairy and itchy.

The snow outside was a bit big, and the yard was quiet, but it was not as dead as before. He closed his eyes lightly, let go of the lightly scattered consciousness, and the entire palace that was once lonely only as his residence slowly enlarged...

The messy burning grass in the kitchen was well collected and put together. There were many seasonings neatly placed on the cupboard, and the ling rice was placed on the next floor, in a small bag. The nests of the three little chicken cubs were set up in the kitchen. There were warm stones in the cage. They were huddled together, not knowing what game they were playing.

Behind the side hall kitchen is a piece of land without slabs. The soil inside is almost dug, and there is a shovel next to it.

There is a blood stain in the corner, which she accidentally left before, and it has turned dark red.

Going through the long corridor, you can reach the main room, just this one, there are traces and smells of her everywhere.

The yard is quite large, but it is very empty. Now there are many plant seedlings, most of which are under the eaves. One or two plants are out of bounds. As the wind blows, snow falls on the buds.

Ah, she has some sloppy moments.

A smile flashed across his eyes, and Mr. Long moved his legs carefully. The pain from the bones caused by the curse made his cheeks pale for a moment.

These days, he has actually got better, and the time to wake up is gradually getting longer, and the fifth prokaryotic fragment is about to be successfully connected, only most of the spiritual power is still sealed, and it is too extravagant to fly or relieve pain. .

After all, he still had no way to obtain spirit stones, and his previous accumulation was looted in that battle.

But he was raised by his wife.

To save.

After a while, he will try to go outside and get something back.

Thinking of that person's appearance, Mr. Long even felt that the pain was relieved a bit, her slippers lit on her toes, and most of the soles of her feet were exposed.

Mr. Long's cheeks were scalded, his feet were very big, and Mrs. Long had forgotten to buy him shoes.

As soon as the dragon moved, Mao Chiu Nuan's backrest disappeared. He was still snoring and planted his head on the table, but he did not wake up tenaciously and still slept soundly.

Mengmeng is still very young and needs a long sleep every day.

Mr. Long ignored it, holding the table with both hands cruelly, the light blue clothes swayed in the breeze, and the once strong legs seemed to have been broken bones, and the meridians were pierced all the way from the fingertips. The muscles were stiff and moved. It's the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

The legs that look intact in this way have rotted from the inside.

Without using spiritual power, he could only move little by little with the strength of his arm, worse than a mortal, worse than a cripple.

Mr. Long's knuckles were white, and he finally "walked" out of the range of the table, but there was still a long distance from the door, and the pain had already caused dense beads of sweat to leak out of his forehead.

He turned sideways and caught a glimpse of himself in the bronze mirror in front of the closet...

The face is full of terrible curse lines, like flowing black and red blood, densely covered in vertical and horizontal directions, all the way from the forehead to the collar. The long hair on the temples was wet and stuck to the face, in sharp contrast with the pale face that was not covered by the curse mark. The lips were bruised, the corners of the forehead were broken and hideous, ugly, like a monster.

Mr. Long's pupils shrink slightly. He knows that he looks ugly now, but he has never seen himself like this in person.

He looks like this, where does the confidence come from feeling that his wife has other meanings to him?

After all, she had always been like this in her eyes.

It's not his self-deception, but the scarred, disabled and ugly dragon.

With deep emotions in his eyes, Mr. Long suddenly felt that he was disgusting...

She did her best to take care of him. She didn't dislike him for being ugly or troublesome, but he relied on her kindness and her defenselessness, and tried to get closer and closer to her every day.

But he.

He wanted to drag her to **** together.

Looking at the slightly distorted face in the bronze mirror, Mr. Long's heart grew dark, and he let out a broken gasp from his throat.

He didn't have the complete assurance that he could protect her.

But that is, the greedy, hateful, selfish and overbearing want to be with her.

The desire to possess her is stronger than the desire for anything.

His palms were covered in cold sweat, and the place where his legs were directly cursed suddenly felt a sharp pain. The curse that had been suppressed took the opportunity to break in. He wanted to interrupt the fifth pronucleus that he was about to connect successfully. For a moment, his mind was blurred. The legs under the gown turned into dragon tails, and the scales quickly turned yellow, cutting the trousers.

Mr. Long's long painful eyelashes tremble, and blood is slowly overflowing from the corners of his lips.

His blood stained the ground, and the scales on his face were looming, his eyes flickered for a few seconds, and his clarity was quickly restored. Mr. Long struggled to maintain Qingming, rushed into the yard, raised his hand to seal the door of the room, brought a strong cold wind, and directly blew Huan Mengmeng from the table to the wall.

Fat chirp hit the wall with a "pop", then fell to the ground, the little **** hit the cold floor, and jumped up with a painful chirp.

This bad dragon tweeted and tweeted!

Mengmeng was particularly wronged. She raised her small wings and wiped the corners of her eyes in a humane manner. She got up and gritted her teeth and wanted to find the dragon to settle the account. As a result, she walked in with her little legs and was blackened by a flying in from the window before running two steps. The scales of the fog hit his head.

Mengmeng was frightened and fainted. It felt that the black mist was sucked in by it. It hurts Mengmeng all of a sudden. It tweeted weakly towards the half-opened window...

It was completely hidden there by a huge creature, Mengmeng could only see a lot of blood rolling down from the huge scales, and the strong **** aura made it feel like it had returned to when it was just a few days after its shell was broken.

The little Tweets who played with it all over the woods were killed.

Cute...

Mengmeng also hurts.

"Tweet, twee."

Wanwan, if only Wanwan was there, Mengmeng thought that she was going to die, and Chuo could hardly breathe anymore.

It wanted to rub her again, Mengmeng weakly opened its tender yellow beak, and turned over hard, facing the small nest that Mu Wanwan had made for it before, tears fell in its big eyes for the first time.

...

In the yard, the sound of scales falling off, hitting the ground, accompanied by a painful dragon chant, if it weren’t for Mr. Long’s previous formation, the unpleasant smell of such a big battle would probably be noticed in less than three minutes. .

However, due to the formation, people who have not stepped within ten meters of the palace are not aware of the abnormality.

This rebound of the curse caused by the connection to the fifth pronucleus lasted for nearly two hours. The entire yard was stained red, and all the seedlings that were unfortunately poured with blood died.

The huge dragon exhausted its energy and energy, and successfully connected the fifth prokaryotic fragment.

If it wasn't for the Lingzhi that the wife fed during this period of time that could relieve the curse, perhaps he had fragmented the pronucleus at this moment, exploded and died. Even so, he is still not getting better now, most of the meridians are broken, and even though the curse is temporarily restrained, it still needs some time to repair.

Before Mr. Long was relieved from the severe pain, he noticed a familiar breath, wearing a hat, getting closer little by little.

She has come back.

The heart squeezed, and the inexplicable panic spread instantly. The huge dragon couldn't take care of the falling scales, shrinking the body little by little, but still, too slow.

too slow.

... Mu Wanwan carried the basket on his back, bid farewell to Hongye, and hurried towards the yard.

She thought it over, and when she went back, she checked the situation of Long Hechuo first, and then went to the kitchen to stew the big bones of the Tier 3 spirit cow that she had just bought. After that, do some housework, cultivate Lingzhi, and watch the time to make a pill or something.

Clothes become more difficult to dry when it snows, and new clothes must be washed before they can be worn.

Mu Wanwan was a little worried, and her footsteps made a shallow mark in the snow. She is now a Tier 3 monk, and her control of "strength" has reached a certain level, although she is not a kind of attacking spiritual power, but As long as the spiritual power of the wood element is used properly, it can be done easily.

It's just that she is not very proficient now, but she feels that her body is much lighter than before.

Mu Wanwan quickly walked within the palace and came to the courtyard...

I don't know if it was her illusion. How did she feel that today was very different from before. Just when she approached the courtyard gate, the tip of her nose was full of blood, and the sky seemed to be darker.

Mu Wanwan felt bad in her heart, raised her head, and only caught the shadow of a fuzzy behemoth passing by, the sky returned to light gray, and the snowflakes slowly fell, as if everything just now was an illusion.

There was the sound of a heavy object falling in his ears, and Mu Wanwan was agitated. Without thinking about it, he shook his hands and unlocked the heavy door, and pushed the door open.

The overwhelming blood hit her, accompanied by the blood-stained snowflakes that were rushed up, blowing off the hat she was carrying, blowing away her long hair, and turning into a wind of blood, hitting her cheeks. The clammy touch dyed her plain dress with crimson spots.

Mu Wanwan felt that the world in front of him had changed from a gray snowy sky to a **** one.

She was fascinated by the rushing snowflakes, raised her hand to block the strong wind that stung her cheeks, trying hard to see the scenery in front of her, but she could only see the fuzzy figure and the withered yellow scales falling all over the sky.

She stretched out her hand to grab a piece, but a pain came from her palm.

The pupils shrank slightly, Mu Wanwan's heart turned up a huge wave, it was Mr. Long's scale.

These are all his blood?

She ran in a little anxiously for two steps, the courtyard door was closed behind her, her whole body was pressed against the door by the air current, her back slammed on the doorknob, and she couldn't straighten her waist in pain.

With physiological tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, Mu Wanwan looked a little embarrassed as the mist spread across the courtyard, and a fuzzy light blue brocade floated in front of her eyes. She could clearly see the people standing in the middle of the messy courtyard...

The black-haired shawl, the ferocious cut corners, and the plush ears are dyed red, and the terrible black-red lines are all over the entire face.

Everything is what she is familiar with.

Except for those pair, the dark pupils are invisible.