I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long tried desperately to suppress the curse in his body, listening to the man in his ear chattering about his plans for the future, he finally regained a trace of consciousness and seemed a little fuzzy again.

Did he hear it wrong?

He must have heard it wrong, he is like this, how could this cheap daughter-in-law who Chong Xilai didn't mind? I kept crying a few days ago, changed so quickly?

Mr. Long desperately suppressed the strange feelings that surged from the bottom of his heart, looking forward to being afraid, and desperately brainwashing himself:

Impossible, he is a trash dragon, his tail is rotten and his horns are gone, he is covered with cursed marks all over his body, so ugly and so unpleasant, how could she not dislike it.

Even when he looked best, no one had treated him sincerely. This person must have approached him with some ulterior motive...

Just fed him porridge, so gentle, it should be pretend.

Although the tyrant didn't know what benefit Mu Wanwan would do to her, even he himself didn't know what he had to calculate now.

His cultivation base was almost sealed, and he was cursed. The most precious horns and tail tips were gone. After the defeat, the family was all searched. All the rights were lost because of the wrong belief. He insisted that he was paid back. If there is something of value, it is probably the pronucleus broken into several pieces.

Oh, the bones of a body should taste good if they are cooked in soup, but I don't know if the curse of the abyss monsters is carved on the bones.

Mr. Long thought a little sarcastically, but no matter what he thought, Mu Wanwan didn't know. She counted the hardships in life in the future, carefully calculating how to allocate monthly routines reasonably. The voice was very soft, like a pervasive fire. , A little bit melted Mr. Long's heart that was hard to stand up.

"Right now in mid-October, the monthly rule is only so little, and there are not many spiritual rice." Mu Wanwan thought of three meals a day, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly reached out and touched Mr. Long's exposed abdomen, confirming Except for the tightly arranged abdominal muscles, there is only a little deflated, so I feel relieved.

She was actually very light, but the delicate touch with some body temperature suddenly fell on Mr. Long, who had never had close contact with anyone except fighting, but it was like several roaring fireworks, with a little tingling. The electric current blew him up all of a sudden.

She touched him!

There was only one thought left in his mind. Mr. Long took a long time before he heard her next words...

"It's a little flat, it shouldn't hurt my stomach." Mu Wanwan muttered to herself, "Then you can eat other things, but I don't know what the seeds are in that bag. If it's a vegetable..."

Are you making sure that his stomach is okay?

A strange feeling slowly rose in his heart, and the tyrant's eyelashes kept trembling, and silently explained in his heart that his stomach was flat when he was half-dragon shaped, unlike other dragons.

When I was young, it was because I didn't have enough to eat. When I grew up, my stomach was also very small.

Unpleasant memories are accompanied by the itching and pain of the dragon's tail, and the curse of the monster seems to have a glimmer of opportunity, and it continues to wreak havoc on the tyrant's limbs.

Mr. Long tried his best to suppress the pain of the meridians, his complexion was pale and cold sweat was flowing.

Mu Wanwan noticed that his brows were frowning tighter than usual, and his eyes touched the black bugs that kept coming and going in half of his rotting dragon's tail, and his scalp was numb.

"Does it hurt?" She cheered herself up and said, "I'll help you right away."

Mu Wanwan stood up a little anxiously. She remembered that there were some knives and gauze in the side hall. The wound on Mr. Long's tail could not be dragged, and she had to get some hot water.

But her messy footsteps and breathing were like sharp swords, smashing the tyrant's just-rising expectation.

She really did it.

Listen, her frightened tone.

She was almost frightened by the way he looked. The things I said before were really pretending!

The tyrant sneered in his heart. He could feel some pus accompanied by **** scales, constantly flowing out of that terrible tail, and the black and red curses were constantly rising and falling, which was very disgusting.

He feels disgusting, so why should he have any expectations?