I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan tucked Mr. Long's quilt, and then took out the unabsorbed spirit stone from the wheelchair. According to the method taught by Tie Bo, he pressed the concealed button on the side of the wheelchair. The wheelchair quickly changed. It became a rectangular silver fold.

She packed the wheelchair, put the Lingshi next to Mr. Long's pillow, took out a small bottle of ointment, and applied a layer to the wound on the ankle that was cut by Mr. Long's sharp scales.

"Tweet." Mengmeng finished gnawing on the pill, clutching the small cushion tightly, tilting her head and acting like a baby.

Chuo was really frightened, and didn't want to stay alone.

Mu Wanwan took the ointment, walked to it, and gently painted the scratched area on its little wings, rubbed the cute scarf, "Mengmeng is so brave!"

"Tweet!"

"Then Mengmeng will help me watch the dragon in the house, okay?" Mu Wan curled her lips with a smile. She didn't know what her mentality she was in, and thought Mengmeng might understand it.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng shook her hair, suddenly became energetic, turned her a little chubby body, and tweeted twice in the direction of the ugly dragon, as if to indicate that she would be able to complete the task satisfactorily.

Mu Wanwan felt better because of her cuteness. She wanted to pick one of the seedlings placed in the corridor in front of her and put it next to Mengmeng, but when she went out, the corridor was full of blood. All the seedlings that were left a lot were dead, and the soil seemed to be useless.

Mu Wanwan faintly glanced at a certain dragon lying on the bed unconscious, heartache was very...

There are dozens of seedlings, it's cold now.

Even if the seedlings are cold, the soil is mainly unusable, so she has to dig the soil again.

Mu Wanwan looked at the yard. There were pools of blood and scales on the ground, and the walls and doors were stained. When the snowflakes fell, the parts that had not had time to accumulate turned into blood. At first glance, it was even more terrifying than the murder scene.

Fortunately, it is daytime, and her heart is already much stronger than before, otherwise I am afraid there is no way to stay calm now.

Mu Wanwan quickly figured out what to do next, boil water, wash the dragon, and make money.

She smelled the blood filling her nose, heard Mengmeng's low cough, and simply closed all the windows and doors of the room. It used to be able to ventilate with the windows open, but now it is so cold and there is a smell of blood outside. From time to time, some black mist will rise from the scales that Mr. Long has fallen, which is probably not a good thing.

Mu Wanwan frowned, held his breath, carefully avoided the scales on the ground, walked to the front of the courtyard, and picked up the back basket and some scattered things that had been pierced by the broken dragon's landing airstream...

There are no particularly valuable things inside, only some not very expensive things. A hat she bought for herself, and some fabrics that she was going to make a quilt for Mengmeng are all scrapped, soaked in blood, and still in tatters. Yes, it is better to buy another one to make up.

Mu Wanwan was a little bit sour, and finally made some money, and saw a pretty good-looking hat, and it just disappeared.

The back basket is also broken, but it's worthless, but next time she goes out, she can only make do with the bag first.

Mu Wanwan picked up the good things and felt that he was about to suffocate. Today's weather is not good, the wind is not strong, and the smell is lingering.

When she arrived in the kitchen, she boiled the water first, and watched the three spirit chicken cubs shiveringly squeeze into the cage. She breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were fine.

When the water boiled, Mu Wanwan took the shovel and the remaining flower pots in Qiankun's bag before going to dig the soil. After she got to the back of the courtyard, she discovered that there were also scattered scales of Mr. Long on the ground.

After Mu Wanwan recognizing it, he raised his head and looked at the roof, with gleaming blood shining on it.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

I'm afraid this dragon flew into the air and turned over frantically!

She hurried to the place where she had dug the soil before, where it was still the same as before, without Mr. Long's blood, Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief...

Many plants cannot be cultivated by spiritual power alone, or that her current strength cannot make all seeds become plants out of thin air.

When Mu Wanwan had only one level, she could directly use her spiritual power to catalyze the seed of burning grass, but she could not catalyze the seed of first-order green star grass. Now she has the strength of Tier 3, which can give birth to Tier 2 Green Star Grass seeds, but she has nothing to do with Ningxue who is also Tier 2.

Earth is a must, and naturally the more spiritual soil, the better.

Fortunately, her current strength and physical strength were not comparable to those before, and she soon dug up a dozen small flower pots, and also swept the snow around the side hall by the way.

Temporarily put the flower pot containing the soil into a small Qiankun bag, Mu Wanwan decided to put the work place in another side hall in the future. The place there is also large, and the place in front of the study can be cleaned out to put the seedlings. .

When she returned to the house with the boiled water, Mengmeng was about to fall asleep...

It tried to stare in the direction of the dragon with its eyes open, little head little by little, and heard the door slowly pushed open by Mu Wanwan, it was immediately full of agitation, almost rolling off the small cushion in fright.

Mu Wanwan put the water away, took a small kerchief, dampened it and wrung it dry, first walked to Mengmeng, wiped off the blood stains on Chiu’s head, and then shattered some tough hair that was dying. Tweeted into the nest.

Mengmeng's belly was very comfortable to be touched, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep, like a hair ball that quivered slightly.

Mu Wanwan calmly retracted his hand, hung up the small veil dedicated to Chiu, took out the large veil dedicated to dragons, walked to a certain dragon, and was about to start wiping the dragon clean.

She glanced at Mr. Long carefully, he was lying quietly, his brows were slightly frowning, as if it hurt, and there were blood stains on his cheeks.

Mu Wanwan said in a low voice, "Mr. Long, I will scrub for you first. It won't take advantage of you."

She said that she felt a little stale. After all, scrubbing would have unavoidable physical contact. Even if she had touched some before Mr. Long hadn't woken up before, he didn't know it after all.

But now, he is already conscious.

Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot, but slowly, he wiped his cheeks clean.

There was not much staining on his long hair. It was cleaned not long ago and it was very smooth.

Mu Wanwan frowned and looked at the tattered light blue brocade on his body, took a breath, and thought about it or slowly took off the clothes wrapped around him.

At this moment, she looked at the wound on his body, her heart trembled...

Dense and cracked wounds crisscrossed his chest, winding all the way down, covered with blood scars that had already been scabbed, and she didn't even know how to help him clean up. It seemed that his wound would split with just a slight movement of her.

Mu Wan shook her hands, feeling a little at a loss. She froze for a moment and saw that a scar on his chest healed slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood scar fell off, and a piece of middle-grade spirit stone was also broken into pieces.了湮粉.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She suddenly felt that she was really worried. Mr. Long had a strong self-healing ability, and probably as long as she had sufficient spiritual power and pill, she could heal the wound very quickly.

Feeling better, Mu Wanwan carefully avoided some deep wounds on his body and wiped the entire dragon clean.

When he was about to pull off the clothes around his waist, Mu Wanwan was a little weird to skip...

Mr. Long is no longer in the shape of a half-dragon now, with two straight long legs, and if she sees things that were invisible before, she will forget it. Mu Wanwan's cheeks blushed, and he pulled over the quilt, and put his waist and abdomen tightly on his lap.

The wound was similar to the upper body, but Mu Wanwan keenly discovered that in addition to the scars on Mr. Long’s legs, the area from the soles of the feet to the calves was covered with a light mark similar to the lines on his cheeks, but very shallow, no It is invisible if you look closely.

Is this the curse Mr. Long received?

His tail has been rotten before, is it also because of this curse?

Will the person that the dragon turns into and the legs that the tail turns into be the same as human beings?

Mu Wanwan slowly stretched out his fingers and gently touched his pale skin. A slightly warm touch came from his fingertips. It was slippery, really similar to her touch, but a lot bigger.

Will there be a thin layer of webs on the toes like Mr. Xiaolong?

After Mu Wanwan cleaned Mr. Long, he looked at his feet and was a little disappointed to find that there was no such thing. They probably disappeared when he grew up. She was about to put the quilt on him, but she accidentally pulled the clothes around his waist, and she seemed to accidentally touch something with her hand.

…

Mu Wanwan caught a glimpse of Mr. Long’s thighs, and almost saw something that he shouldn’t have seen. Her body temperature went up straight, her ears and cheeks became hot from the base of her ears to her cheeks. Her hands, which were originally a bit cold, seemed to burn all at once , Became a hoof.

The action cannot be said to be gentle to cover the quilt for a certain dragon, perhaps because of a little strength, Mr. Long was pressed for a moment, his face turned white for a moment, and a slight muffled groan came from his throat.

Mu Wanwan patted her cheek hard...

Don't think about it, don't think about it, Mr. Long must be the same as before when he was half-dragon. There is no (Wow...).

Before, there was no half-dragon shape, so how could it become a human being? This is unscientific, so he doesn't have it.

Mu Wanwan forced herself to brainwash herself in an attempt to paralyze herself, but she hadn't touched anything just now.

Even if she thought so, she still felt weird in her heart. After washing her hands several times, she felt a little better.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long with a complicated expression. The dragon seemed to have really fainted. The eyebrows were darkened from fatigue and pain. The eyelashes were longer than those of Mr. Long in the dream, if not for those. Traces of the curse, he is really a beautiful dragon.

It is when you fall asleep, and when you open your eyes, too.

Not knowing where his thoughts were floating again, Mu Wanwan shook his head, and decided not to think anymore.

She still shoulders the burden of supporting the family. She originally thought that Mr. Long would continue to pretend to sleep. Who knew that when he came back, he was awake and some changes have taken place. I don’t know if it is a good change or a bad one. Up.

Mu Wanwan sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sweetly sleeping Mengmeng, and took out the Qiankun bag...

What she has to do now is to clean up the palace, raise dragons, and make money.

This time she went to the human and dwarven bazaars, and reached an agreement with Uncle Zong and the others, to divide them into three or seven, such as pill furnace and seeds, which will be counted separately when the time comes.

Uncle Zong always said that they took advantage, but Mu Wanwan didn't think that if there was no Uncle Zong, she wouldn't say that she would use pill to put a message in the Xianqing Pavilion to solve Bai Shuiyao. I am afraid it is still only a first-order. It's just a monk.

This time she took a total of fifteen middle-grade spirit stones from Uncle Zong, two of which were exchanged for lower-grade spirit stones and various coins. She used the money to buy a lot of things.

Considering that the weather is getting colder and colder before, I bought some warm stones and added a quilt, so I don’t have to think about the embarrassing problem of sleeping on a bed with Mr. Long for the time being.

Everything she needs at home is almost the same. She also bought some sugar and Tier 3 spiritual rice, and half a catty of Tier 3 spiritual cow bones. She was going to cook and eat tonight, but now it seems that she can only postpone it.

Fortunately, the temperature is not high now. She knows from Uncle Zong that the Qiankun bag in her hand is of medium grade. Wrapped with spiritual power and stored in the Qiankun bag, she should still be able to store it for two days. Then come all kinds of seeds...

She discussed with Uncle Chen and the others that Mu Wanwan is now the third-tier strength, and the main pill refining is mainly based on the first-order spirit recovery pills. You can try to refine the second-order spirit recovery pills. The higher the better.

So the seeds she got back this time are also very complicated.

The formula of Hui Ling Pill also changed after it was upgraded to Tier 2. The main material was upgraded to Tier 2. In addition to the bellflower and the dredging flower, the formula also added a flavor of Sheng Lingcao.

After the pill reaches a certain level, it can be upgraded by the alchemist’s "spiritual upgrade". This lavender grass has the effect of helping the alchemist to successfully ascend the spirit, so it is named It is also very valuable for upgrading spirit grass, and the price is about the same as the price of the second-order spiritual fruit of the main material.

Of course, the price of the second-order spirit pill has also been objectively improved. A bottle requires three middle-grade spirit stones. This is the market price. Mu Wanwan estimates that according to the style of uncle Zong's direct price increase by half, if she refines it I am afraid I will sell four and a half medium-grade spirit stones.

Ningxue Dan will work hard to refine some of it this time, not to sell it, but simply to feed the whole family.

When she went to the yard today, she still felt that there were traces of toxins in the air, and occasionally some black mist emerged from the scales that fell off Mr. Long's body, and Mu Wanwan had injured her ankle before.

It was a kind of slight numbness and a pain like a needle stick, she guessed it was the curse of a certain dragon before.

She just suffered a little bit of pain like this, not to mention Mr. Long who was directly affected.

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and looked at her white palms, but she seemed to have seen the appearance of Mr. Long's blood on her palms a few hours ago. The man stood stubbornly between the courtyards, using a pair of seemingly indifferent and merciless. His eyes propped up the overbearing aura of the whole person.

The corners of his lips rose slightly, and Mu Wanwan counted the time, and then fed him a Ningxue Pill.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng fell asleep, her bald wings and dull hair moved with her small body, and she chirped a little, as if she had dreamed of something delicious.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help laughing. Fortunately, Mengmeng was fine, and it was fine. Looking at the gray sky outside, she swallowed another Lingering Pill by herself, rolled up her sleeves, and got ready to work.

Although the current days are full of crises, she is no longer alone.

For a better life in the future, we must work hard! The first step to start a better life is to cultivate seeds first!

Mu Wanwan has gone to develop his career with full confidence, and Mr. Jiaolong is absorbing the spirit stone against the curse of the counterattack in the body, cute and cute.

Mengmeng is really dreaming!

Chu Chuo had a very "happy" dream!

In the dream, Tweet became very, very big, and became a super invincible tall and mighty Tweet!

Then, Princess Wanwan appeared!

She was wearing a nice blue dress, holding a big pot of Lingguo and medicine pills, all of which Chiu liked to eat, and then smiled softly at Chiu.

Chuo was very moved, shook the pretty dumb hair on his head, ready to rub Princess Wanwan's hand, and then enjoy her carefully prepared food.

However, just when Tweet was about to get close to Princess Wanwan, an evil dragon descended from the sky. He had a hideous broken corner, an evil face, cruel methods, and a strong body that was taller than Tweet, blocking her and Princess Wanwan. 'S side.

"Tweet...! (Super fierce! Mengmeng was angry, and rushed to smash the dragon away, but the dragon moved very quickly. With a wave of her hand, Tweet was thrown away and hit the wall.

"Madam." The evil dragon lifted the princess sideways in front of her face, showing a (evil) smile.

"Tweet! (Wanwan is tweeted!

The evil dragon was about to kiss the princess, and was interrupted very impatiently. He pressed the cute head with one hand and turned it into a spiraling fat spinning top!

Mengmeng turned and turned, and I felt so painful in my head.

At first glance, the bad dragon held its dull hair in his hand and dedicated it to the princess.

Princess Wanwan was very happy, "I like this kind of fur the most, it's furry and beautiful, thank you dear Mr. Long, I really like you!"

Then they leaned together. Princess Wanwan also fed the bad dragon to eat fruit. It hurts to chuckle, and a fat chuo sat on the ground with his head in his hands, crying accusingly.

"Tweet!"

As a result, after returning to Mu Wanwan, who was busy for a long time, he found that Fei Jue was depressed and even ignored himself.

She thought it was because she was not feeling well, so she put a little more fruit and pill beside it, softly comforting Mengmeng for a long time before she regained some energy, but she was still teary, as if she had suffered a lot of grievances.

Mu Wanwan thought that Mengmeng was frightened, and was more patient than usual. She didn't know that Mao Chuo was sad because of a dream!

…

Because there were a lot of things to do, and I was worried that Mr. Long's injury would worsen at night, Mu Wanwan, who was already a Tier 3 monk, did not choose to sleep to restore his spiritual and physical strength, but instead chose to practice.

Look at Mr. Long by the way.

When the dragon regained consciousness, time had creeped forward for four days.

The heavy snow finally stopped, and the long-lost sunshine outside the house, warm light shining in from the windows that had been wiped clean, and marking spots on the clean ground.

The tip of the nose is not the smell of her own unpleasant blood, but the good smell of Ningxue blossoms, her body is dry, she must have scrubbed him.

and also…

Perceiving a completely different feeling in a certain place and other places, Mr. Long's delicate thoughts can't be hidden at once. He reddened from the roots of his ears to his cheeks, moved his arms, and touched the awkward tears around his waist. Bu, Mr. Long slowly opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes.

Entering the eye is a familiar palace, he sat up slightly, and his long black hair slipped down.