I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

He, he woke up?

Why did you wake up suddenly and not continue to pretend to be asleep?

Mu Wanwan was stunned in place, facing the sober, narrow and narrow phoenix eyes, suddenly lost speech...

It turned out that he opened his eyes like this.

The eyebrows are like ink, and the line of sight is light, calm, but indifferent than anything else.

The light white snow fell, and the blood rain on his cheeks turned into a cold touch, and the heat of Mu Wanwanwan's expectation to go home dropped a little bit, and ice scum formed in the line of sight he swept over.

She was suddenly at a loss. The scales that had been tightly held in her hand fell to the ground, making a small sound, but it was like a violent noise, making Mu Wan bend like a bird with a frightened bow.

She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but her back was against the door, and the back basket had long been broken, falling to the side, and things spilled all over the floor.

Mu Wanwan's fingertips were cold, and he lowered his head subconsciously.

After going out a door and coming back, the lying plant dragon husband became a living dragon with awake eyesight, and she shed a piece of scales. The strong **** air made her almost breathless, and she didn't know she should be right now. How to do it, what should be said.

She was at a loss and did not know how to speak, but for a moment he hesitated, but Mr. Long was so sensitive.

After he saw Mu Wanwan's shocked gaze and subconsciously glanced backwards, a glass heart had been broken in half.

Sure enough, all of her tolerance and dislike for him before were nothing but a fleeting dream of him. She just sympathized with him, just pityed him, not what he wished.

He is so ugly, even if he barely maintains his human form, he has no spare energy to hide the ugly curse marks and the scars that have just been cracked on his face. He must be ugly and ugly, even uglier than what he had just seen in the bronze mirror. No wonder she was scared.

The knuckles of Mr. Long's back trembled with pain, but they did not move like a mountain in the direction of Mu Wanwan.

He felt that he could leave. She was so afraid of him. He made her so dirty the yard she had finally cleaned, and scared her with an ugly face. She had done her best to herself. Anyway, he had decided to wait. She left her when she woke up, wouldn't it be nice that she didn't have any feelings for herself, so he didn't need to use any means to make her hate herself.

Just leave quietly.

This is what Mr. Long thinks, but he feels uncomfortable.

It must be a curse. It must be the reason why the curse hasn't passed. It must be this way that he can't move in pain. The meridians all over his body seem to be shattering. A dragon stands stubbornly straight, as if something has been nailed to the spot.

A long strand of black hair hung on his chest and was blown by the cold wind, maintaining a sculptural posture.

It's just that he didn't even know that his plush ears that hadn't had time to put away were drooping to a terrible low arc, stuck to the top of his head, motionless.

Mu Wanwan looked at him carefully, and saw the change in his ears, and he was weirdly relieved...

Fortunately, it was the person she knew before, the familiar and sensitive Mr. Long.

Look, the ears are drooping. Based on the days when she observed Mr. Xiaolong, I'm afraid she's thinking again sensitively.

Ok?

Mu Wanwan suddenly reacted, and the dragon in front of him probably didn't know what he was thinking, he was angry, anxious and funny. I still don’t know how to comfort, the feeling of confusion in my heart is much less, she mustered up the courage, raised her toes, only had time to take a step forward, and saw the dragon’s body slightly leaning upwards. , Looked about to fall, but had a cold expression.

Just looking at his face is really going to be deceived.

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little pain, his sight touched the blood and scales in the yard, and his heart trembled.

She used to comb her hair and accidentally pulled down a lot of hair, and sucked in air-conditioning. How could he lose more **** scales, and how could it not hurt?

Why do you want to be so pale and hold on like a fool? Is it because you are afraid that you will lose face in front of her?

He is here, where is there any face.

How can you be so stupid and so stupid?

The tip of his nose was sour, Mu Wanwan really didn't know what to say about this dragon, those who were afraid of those awkwardness and embarrassment, in front of his shaky and dripping ears, had become as small as dust.

However, she couldn't laugh at all, bit her lip slightly, and walked in his direction.

Mr. Long is about to lose consciousness in pain, his whole body is about to be drained of spiritual power, completely relying on his unwillingness to support his wife's awkward self-esteem, he even feels that the vision in front of him has begun to vaguely blur. stand up.

Otherwise, how could he see that she was walking towards him?

Walked towards him, a disabled, scarred, ugly dragon like a gloomy mouse.

It seems that her hesitation, her fear, her confusion, and her shock before are all fake.

He could see the corners of her plain white skirt, straddling his shedding scales, being cut by those sharp edges, stained with spots of blood. The world in front of him gradually changed, from the gray sky to the folds of her skirt. Mr. Long felt that something was wrong. He seemed to lose consciousness.

When the body fell, the light green bracelet dangled in front of him, and the next moment, a soft touch came from his arm.

"Good." Her voice came from the ear, softly, "I'm back."

Eyelashes quivered, those inexplicable emotions in Mr. Long's heart were dispelled. He seemed to have heard some incredible words, and his whole body was trembling. Only the desire to drag this person to **** was left in his heart, like a strong desire. The darkness engulfed him whole.

The struggling thought, like a dangerous building, collapsed the moment she touched him.

He was despicable, followed her steps, fell down, put away his sharp claws, turned into elongated palms, and imprinted a bright red mark on her sleeves.

...

Long was dizzy, relieved, Mu Wanwan was about to be crushed to death by him!

Mr. Long’s down posture can actually be said to be very elegant, but his weight is also very impressive! Bloodied all over, Mu Wanwan was afraid of touching his wounds, so she could only move his body carefully.

She is a Tier 3 cultivator, she felt that she had a lot of strength in the morning, and she was almost unable to hold a dragon when she came back in the afternoon.

Mr. Long is so tall. In his human form, he estimated that it would be more than one meter and nine meters. In addition, the broken angle was estimated to exceed two meters. Xiao Long was leaning against her, and Mu Wanwan felt that his arms could not be straight.

With difficulty, she took out the multifunctional folding wheelchair that Tiebo made before, which was said to be able to achieve three-stage deformation, from the Qiankun bag and placed it on the ground, carefully avoiding the dragon’s wounds. It took a long time to put a dragon in the wheelchair. on.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Mr. Long sitting in a wheelchair who was honestly big, silver and not like a wheelchair, with his head drooping. Seeing his interlaced scars, he was frightened.

She was a little flustered, half bent over to look at his cheeks, the curse imprints that had not been active recently seemed to be alive, slowly flowing, separating his cheeks, it was really scary.

Even if she saw many sleeping Mr. Long, she still felt a little palpitating.

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened it again, looking at his bluish lips, and hurriedly took out the pill that he had refined before.

Mu Wanwan pinched his chin and squeezed his lips. Those black and red blood clots appeared. She patted Mr. Long's back and waited until the blood was almost vomited before shaking his hands and wiping his lips. At the side of the stain, he took out the Ningxue Dan previously saved for emergency use, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth. He also fed him a few Hui Ling Pills.

Then he took out the remaining twelve middle-grade spirit stones, one by one embedded in the silver armrest of the wheelchair, specially designed grooves for placing things, watching the one near him slowly shrink, and then slowly Take a sigh of relief.

After waiting for two hours, she would feed him the remaining Ningxue Pill. There shouldn't be any major issues.

There was a tingling sensation in the ankle, Mu Wanwan was a little sore, and she knelt down and sat on the ground. Then she noticed that she hadn't noticed that she had been scratched by some scales just now when she came in.

The scales of this dragon are really hard, and there should still be a little toxin on it, otherwise she is also a Tier 3 powerhouse anyway, and it is impossible for her to be so painful that she can't stand firmly.

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless, and while swallowing a spirit-returning pill, he calmly used his spiritual power to remove the toxins in his body a little bit, and sat on the ground watching the tattered piece of Mr. Long's body. Light blue brocade clothes, the mood is extremely complicated.

How could she be frozen by his cold vision when she first entered the door!

A dragon on the verge of a coma, with wounds on its body, and the clothes she wears.

She was wearing it secretly, and it was broken. She didn't hide many scars on her body. The posture was quite cool. She almost ignored his tattered clothes because of his cold appearance.

It's really hard to raise a dragon. It's even harder to raise an awkward and sensitive dragon.

It is not only difficult, but also laborious.

The ground was cold and damp, and Mu Wanwan watched the snowflakes fall on Mr. Long’s broken corner little by little, and a small pile of snow piled up, as if he had made up the broken corner.

She wanted to laugh a little, and she was a little bit sour. The horns of Mr. Xiaolong used to be, but he would split the hailstone into pieces of ice. Now Mr. Long, even snowflakes can bully him.

After removing some of the toxins, Mu Wanwan quickly got up after his legs were able to move, and brushed off the snow falling on his head and a small bit of snow on the broken corners, pushing the cold metal handle, and struggling the dragon. Raised up the stairs in front of the corridor and freed a hand to push the door.

Ok? Why can't I push it away?

Mu Wanwan tried several times, and in the end she even used her spiritual power before she pushed the closed door open. She didn't grasp her strength and almost fell.

There was no change in the room when she left in the morning. The door was closed, and everything in the room was intact except for some things that were blown to the ground. Mu Wanwan's heart warmed up. It seems that Mr. Long is not that very kind. The cruel dragon, otherwise he wouldn't run to the yard.

There was one of her slippers near the door. Mu Wanwan looked at the two holes that were obviously punctured by the toes of Mr. Long's claws and stayed for two seconds...

She only has such a pair of slippers!

But she bought slippers for Mr. Long this time, and now she decides to deprive Mr. Long, who has been causing trouble, of the right to wear shoes.

Mu Wanwan was helpless, and just about to take the slippers away and get the dragon in, he bent down and saw a small fluffy ball falling in the corner of the wall.

Cute!

She didn't care about anything for a while, ran over and saw the little hairball in the corner...

Next to it was a piece of scales that flew in, cutting off its dull hair in half, and its weak little body seemed to be trembling slightly, and it seemed to have stopped moving.

Mu Wanwan panicked, she carefully stretched out to touch Mao Chuo's small body, warm.

Okay.

With a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart, Mu Wanwan took out a Ningxue Pill, broke it off for a small amount, put it into Mengmeng's mouth, picked it up and placed it in the nest on the table carefully.

She waited for a while, and Mengmeng's thin legs suddenly kicked, and Mu Wanwan heard it cough.

Her eyes brightened, and Mu Wanwan was a little bit about to cry. She looked at Mengmeng coughing up a cloud of black mist, and then sat up dumbfounded. Her small black bean-like eyes looked at her for several times before she seemed to look back. In response, she tremblingly stretched out her small wings and hugged her hand.

"Tweet..."

Mengmeng really thought she was going to die, but she was alive now, just a little uncomfortable.

The bald dumb hair rubbed against the back of Mu Wanwan's hand, not at all disgusting that her hand was still stained with the blood of the bad dragon.

"Tweet!" After a while, Mengmeng sat on the small cushion sensibly.

Mu Wanwan took out a Hui Ling Pill and placed it on its little bed, and touched Mao Chuo's head, "Mengmeng is so good, it's a very brave little Chur."

She knew that Mengmeng must have been frightened by Mr. Long. Its former friends and family members might have been killed by the dragon. How could it not be afraid of facing Mr. Long whose curse broke out alone.

Mu Wanwan's comfort was obviously very useful. Mao Chiu was holding the pill, tears dripped from his big eyes, and it stuck to Maomao, but he was obviously happy, seemed to regain some vitality, and began to chew the pill with his tender yellow beak. Medicine.

Mu Wanwan felt soft, and determined that Mengmeng had only been frightened and inhaled a small amount of poison gas, and that it was not a major problem, she began to find a way to settle the dragon.

First of all, his tattered clothes are a problem.

Not to mention that the cloth that is tightly attached to him may be very painful to tear off. After all of it is opened, he is not in the shape of a half-dragon. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to see something that shouldn't be seen.

And if Mr. Long wakes up suddenly, how will she explain?

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long with drooping eyebrows, and looked at the messy courtyard behind him, only feeling that his head was as big as a fight.

However, no matter what, she can't just put the dragon here, she must do what she has to do.

She didn't hesitate anymore, went to the bed, folded the bed first, revealing half of the warm jade bed, after thinking about it, she still couldn't bear to let the dragon lie directly on the jade bed, and resignedly took out the spare mattress she bought before from the cabinet and laid it out. , Pushed the dragon to the side of the bed.

"Mr. Long, I'm going to take you to the bed."

Perhaps because he hasn’t woken up now, Mu Wanwan is familiar with him like this. Mu Wanwan avoided his wound, put the dragon on the bed, stretched his limbs, and put him before the bed. The quilt that had been soiled many times and washed many times was pulled over and covered Mr. Long.