I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long looked at the person in front of her. She had a soft expression under the dim light. Behind her was a red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks. Facing him, she curled her lips and smiled warmly.

His face was reflected in her eyes, and she said without any fear what he couldn't ignore.

A layer of red gradually appeared on his cheeks, and the dragon turned his head slightly, his fingertips moved, and the line of sight in front of Mu Wanwan turned black again.

In the dark, Mr. Long's voice seemed a little erratic, "I won't sit here, go to sleep."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was speechless for a while, looking at the dark room, listening to the sound of a certain dragon sliding a wheelchair, watching his vague figure as if to move outside, could not help saying, "My lord, where are you going?"

Mr. Long stiffened and stopped.

The room fell silent again, Mu Wanwan did not speak, and he did not answer.

After waiting for a long, long time, Mu Wanwan bit her lip. After all she did not hold back, she whispered aggrievedly, "You, are you so unwilling to sleep with me?"

They are now a nominal couple.

Mingming also slept together before, and Mingming would awkwardly express his liking for her at night.

Why do you wake up like a dragon?

Mr. Long was silent, and heard her whispering whether he was unwilling or not, hearing her say that she was not someone else, her heart seemed to have been dug out, her sharp nails were pinched into the palm of her hand, and blood was snaking down.

But he still didn't say anything, Mu Wanwan's heart cold a little bit.

Long like this, does it mean that everything before that was just her wishful thinking?

Is it the original plot? Is it because of the plot, so he will like Bai Shuiyao when he wakes up?

Mu Wanwan's heart is sour, but she has rewritten the ending of the tragic death of the original body, which proves that the plot in the book cannot be changed. She has suffered many times since she came back and found that Mr. Long was awake now.

And looking at Mr. Long's attitude towards her, it doesn't seem like he doesn't like her at all, but it seems to be worrying about something.

After all, according to the description of Mr. Long in the book, he has always been extremely cruel to people and things he doesn't care about. Mr. Long has already woken up. Even if it is a short-term weakness, he is more than enough to deal with himself. If he doesn't start, how can he feel nothing about her? She tried so many times, the dragon turned his head unwillingly at best and said that she was noisy.

There is also the gentle Mr. Xiaolong, the big stupid dragon who carefully tried to give her gifts with spirit stones, the grievance dragon who pulled the corners of her clothes, and the dragon who lit her lamp with ears. How could it be fake?

Mu Wanwan squeezed the quilt. She didn't believe that those were all her hallucinations. There must be a reason for Mr. Long to be so awkward. If he couldn't bear to hurt her, then she could go too far.

If, he hates her.

Perhaps this is the end.

Mu Wanwan blinked sour eyes, and with courage, facing Mr. Long's back, he seemed to bet everything about him, aggrieved and cautious, "Your Majesty, are you ready to not want me?"

As soon as her voice fell, she felt that the room where there was originally a trace of moonlight that could see the outline of the room was completely dark.

A gust of wind came from her side, blowing away her simple braided hair, and slid across her face with a cool touch.

Mu Wanwan was a little bit helpless to find that her body slowly floated up uncontrollably, her skirt was blown away, she seemed to be flying slowly, and the sense of weightlessness and darkness gave her a moment of fear.

Did she make a wrong bet, Mr. Long...

No, tyrant, is he finally impatient with her?

Also, it is best to treat a woman who is weak in talent and bothers him by talking nonsense all day long, and he doesn't like it at all, it's best to just choke to death.

Mu Wanwan had cold hands and feet, tears on his eyelashes.

But, she just likes, she likes him.

As he fell rapidly, Mu Wanwan couldn't help closing his eyes, waiting for the tyrant's sanction.

But the expected pain did not come. Instead, there was a warm and soft touch. Mu Wanwan couldn't help but opened his eyes and met a pair of eyes with shallow golden light.

Is it... Mr. Long?

He didn't kill her?

She watched his golden eyes half-closed, and his long eyelashes swept across her face, itchy.

In the next instant, a force that could not be ignored came from his waist, and Mu Wanwan felt that his waist was soft, and he was a little helpless to press against Mr. Long's chest.

"what……"

Mu Wanwan's head went blank in shock for a moment as she brushed his slightly hot breath by the ear.

Is she hugged? Are you planning to kill her?

Her cheeks burned almost immediately, and Mu Wanwan sat on Mr. Long’s lap and was lapped in his arms. She moved uncomfortably. She was almost embarrassed. She seemed to be unable to understand the dragon’s thoughts at all. .

Does he like her or dislike her?

Mr. Long felt the slight struggle of the person in his arms, his heart was hot, his lips were pursed, and his ears were red.

Don't want her?

Why don't you want her?

Why don't you bear her heart?

He was almost on the verge of patience, and could no longer bear any provocations. The dark thoughts in his heart had completely eroded him. Anything to alienate her from her was nothing compared to her "don't want her".

When he came back to his senses, he had already trapped people in his arms.

She was the same as he had imagined countless times, soft and soft, just holding her lightly, he was about to spontaneously ignite, could not say anything, just felt that breathing is a difficult task.

Mu Wanwan's ear was full of his breathing, and her entire face was red. She sat on the dragon's leg, especially uncomfortable. After a while, she couldn't help but stretch out her hand and gently push his chest." Long, Mr. Long."

"Yeah." A dragon let her go, his ears were red, his face was still cold, and his voice became softer.

Mu Wanwan couldn't tell what he was feeling right now, and fell from his leg in a panic, "Does your leg hurt?"

"You." Mr. Long was silent for two seconds and said, "Light."

Mu Wanwan couldn't help laughing. She felt that those uncertainties about Mr. Long in her heart had disappeared with the hug just now.

But she seemed to have gotten his character right, she didn't ask his opinion any more, blushing and pushed him towards the bed, "My lord, can I help you go to bed?"

Mr. Long pursed his lips, and Mu Wanwan heard his hoarse voice and whispered "Okay" in a low voice.

This time he finally didn't feel awkward anymore, Mu Wanwan put Long on the bed and slept in another quilt.

Thinking back to the hug just now, my heart beat faster and faster, and I covered my head under the quilt, feeling that Mr. Long was by her side and couldn't sleep at all.

A certain dragon is even more, sleeping in a familiar position, feeling that the marks on her legs, chest and arms are all left by her. With the itching of the spiritual power that is gradually recovering, there is no way to sleep peacefully.

So early the next morning, Mu Wanwan wore two not-so-obvious dark circles under her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she looked at the ugly dragon husband who was already half sitting on the bed and looked cold and indifferent. The same hug should be fake.

However, she is sure of one thing, Mr. Long will really not hurt her.

Thinking about it this way, the awkwardness in her heart passed away, and the arrogant and arrogant didn't call him the king, "Mr. Long, early."

Mr. Long's eyes lit up, and Gao Leng nodded his head restrainedly, which was a response to her.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She smiled, secretly encouraged her, and added another item to today's schedule:

We must try to get Mr. Long to say a few more words.

"Tweet." The forgotten Mengmeng just woke up, tilted her head and looked at Mu Wanwan, who was obviously not in good spirits but seemed very happy, and her big eyes were full of doubts.

then……

It saw the death sight from the ugly dragon bending behind.

"Tweet..." Mengmeng persuaded, and Mao Chirp ran away with short legs. The house is too scary, but the yard is more fun!

... When one person and one dragon slowly became acquainted with each other, the news that Huayun Medicine Shop's Hui Ling Pill had a good curse-relieving effect also spread to many people's ears.

The first batch of people who bought it spared no effort in publicity. Uncle Zong and Uncle Chen have recently received pre-orders from many people, and some of them are strong from other races.

As the core city of the Dragon Clan's territory, the capital city is often home to many other tribesmen.

Xianqingge is the largest messaging organization in the entire mainland, and Jinjiang Auction House is affiliated with a mysterious organization.

They are distributed in the dragon, monster, and witch clan, and legend has it in the territory of the abyss monsters.

Now there is an alchemist who can refine the curse-reducing effect, and they have already grasped the first-hand news.

Leng An, the leader of the Ducheng Xianqing Pavilion, had started investigating her identity as early as when Mu Wanwan provided the medicine.

"Interesting." Leng An took the news just presented by his subordinates, and a smile crossed his lips. "Although the effect is not as strong as Jinjiang grass, it is better than the amount. Maybe the master will be a little interested in this little guy."

The ability to refine an elixir with similar effects to the Jinjiang grass cultivated by the master is enough to attract their attention.

The mainland is getting more and more unstable, the abyss monsters are getting more and more restless, and there is also collusion with the Witch Clan, and the Dragon Clan's lord is just one of the earliest victims.

However, the Lord is now married to such a capable lady, maybe that person is lucky.

Leng An is not his friend, but he has heard a little about the experience of the Dragon King.

How could the person who can let his Lenggan master say the word pity?

Leng An crushed the news into a short piece, pinched it in his hand, his resolute face slowly turned translucent, two crystal tentacles appeared on his forehead, and his body gradually turned into a light blue translucent crystal.

He is a special life, and the witches of the Monster Race have coveted the information transmission channels for tens of thousands of years, and they all belong to their special life alliance.

The tentacles were pasted on the message paper in his hand, and the dense fonts were quickly re-engraved on his tentacles, and they were passed to the special life alliance thousands of miles away.