I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Mu Wanwan had been with a certain dragon in a sober state for three or four days.

After she thoroughly understood that Mr. Long is such an awkward dragon, she now has a new understanding of how to get along with him.

A new day starts by saying hello to the awkward dragon.

"Mr. Long, early!"

Get a cold nod.

"Mr. Long, do you want to change to a different flavor of Lingguo today?"

In exchange for a mute "random."

"Mr. Long, your scales are dried and I put them away."

This time the dragon was a little embarrassed, the breeder Mu Wanwan got a pair of shy and shaking ears.

"Mr. Long, the sun is out outside."

Mu Wanwan glanced outside. The sun shines through the clouds and shines on the cleaned yard. It looks warm. She stopped the movement of tidying up Mengmeng in her hand and moved towards the person who was sitting in a wheelchair and didn’t know what she was doing. A certain dragon said, "I'll push you to go outside to bask in the sun."

"I remember when I first met you, I thought that if I could save money to buy a wheelchair one day." Mu Wanwan didn't wait for his response, and went straight to him and pushed the dragon outside.

The wind is not strong today, and the snow in the yard has melted a lot. Mu Wanwan brought the ling chicken and Mengmeng out for the sun, and some newly cultivated ling plants are also stretching their branches and leaves in the sun.

Long tilted his head slightly, holding the last middle-grade spirit stone she just stuffed into her hand, looking at the blue sky surrounded by the yard, his heart was hot...

The spiritual power in his body has almost recovered. In the past two days, I don’t know if it’s because of her feeding well or something. The curse on his body has been lightened a bit, and his strength has returned to the previous level of 50%. According to his previous plan, he wants Just leave.

He pretended not to care and glanced at Mu Wanwan, who moved a small bench and sat next to him. Her dark black eyes were illuminated by the sun like light black colored glaze. She looked up slightly and could see his eyelashes dyed with golden light. , The fine hairs on Mr. Long's handsome and pale face are all golden, and the curse lines on his face seem to be much dim.

What an ugly dragon, it's obviously pretty.

Mu Wanwan was handsome again by him. He retracted his eyes uncomfortably. Thinking of something, he took out a small Qiankun bag from his pocket. Without asking his opinion, he put the Qiankun bag in his hand and touched it. His warm fingertips quickly retracted his hand.

Mu Wanwan lowered his head slightly, and stared at Mao Tweet, who was trying hard to sell cute not far away, but said words that care about the dragon: "Mr. Long, I have saved for a few days, you may be able to use it."

After that night, although Mr. Long was still very awkward during the day, he gradually returned to his previous state. Mu Wanwan saw that his legs were getting better, and he could rely on his own strength to support the bed since yesterday.

He gradually got better, and Mu Wanwan could feel it. In the novel she read at the beginning, the plot arrived soon after Mr. Long woke up. Although she didn't know the plot behind, but Long Bacheng also endured a lot. a lot of.

Seeing that he was so sincere and secretly holding his hand these few nights, she stopped worrying about this awkward dragon, and prepared more pills for him, hoping that he would recover soon.

She has been desperately refining alchemy these days, he has to say something else anyway, right?

Mu Wanwan lowered his head to look at his feet wearing cotton shoes, and then secretly glanced at the pair of cloth slippers of certain dragon, thinking about buying him another pair of shoes when he went out immediately.

She waited for the dragon to speak, but when the dragon opened the Universe Bag, her heart was already hot...

There are not many things inside, only two small jade bottles.

One bottle was the second-order spirit recovery pill that Mu Wanwan had finally refined, and the other was the second-order snow condensing pill that she had spent a long time getting out.

There are not many Hui Ling Pills, only six, and Ningxue Pills are even fewer, only three.

but.

Mr. Long's eyes are gloomy, and there are inexplicable emotions hidden inside, and the gentle sunshine is tossed around...

She has worked so hard for a long time, and now it's all black and blue.

A Tier 3 monk, tired like a mortal, lying beside her, he could feel the fatigue of her soul every night.

All, all for him.

Mr. Long put away the Universe Bag, watched the hair on her temples drooping, watched her white cheeks with a hint of blush, and listened to her gently and hopefully saying something that was missing, "It's almost time to go out again, this I want to buy something else and make it again. Would you like to eat something sweeter?"

The bottom of my heart that was once dark and damp all over the haze seemed to be lit up by her a little bit, flowing through the heat.

He also thought, really thought, what to do for her.

Put away the Qiankun bag, Mr. Long put a trace of heat on his face, his thin lips opened slightly, and he held her name between his lips. After struggling for a long time, he blushed and said, "Banwan."

There was a cold voice in her ears, but Mu Wanwan seemed to have heard something incredible. She opened her eyes wide, the roots of her ears were hot, and turned her head awkwardly, facing Mr. Long's face like a paralyzed face.

"Thank you." A dragon finally dared to look her eyes directly, even though she couldn't see much emotion in her pair of phoenix eyes, Mu Wanwan was already very happy.

She felt that her whole body was so hot, the sight in front of her was almost blurred, her face and ears were so hot, she looked at Mr. Long’s opened and closed lips, listened to him calling his name, and listened to him saying thank you. Have been waiting for half a century.

Maybe her appearance was too funny, he couldn't help but chuckle, his lips curled up, her most familiar frowning brows stretched out, and the black eyelashes blinked shortly, and the starlight was reflected in his eyes.

Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, before hurriedly turning back to her gaze, blushing, holding the skirt with her palms, she was really embarrassing for her wife, but those careful thoughts turned into unconcealable blushes and smiles. meaning.

Mr. Long looked at her bright red ear tips, black hair without any decoration, and thoughts flowed through his mind.

...

The time spent basking in the sun in the afternoon was short and terrifying, and the heavy pressure of life was the reality. Mu Wanwan wanted to rush to tomorrow to make more pill.

This time she didn’t have an epiphany, and the seedlings were all dead. In addition, she needed to refine some better-grade pill for Mr. Long. So she worked hard for ten days, and the number of pill that she refined was no better A lot more.

What she gave to Mr. Long was without any impurities, and what she sold out was the kind with low impurity content. After she was finally finished, she was too tired to lift her fingers, and then calculated the harvest this time... …

One hundred and thirty-five first-order spirit pill, thirteen second-order spirit pill, five first-order snow condensing pills, and one second-order spirit pill.

There are also some Lingzhi prepared for Aunt Yun, and the money he can make this time is not too much.

The cold was getting heavier and Mu Wanwan, who had squeezed the spiritual power out of her body, felt very uncomfortable. She put her things away, washed briefly, and started to rush into the house.

She squeezed the Qiankun bag with the pill in her hand, and looked at the warm light in the room, creating a very strange illusion...

How does she feel that she is the one who makes money to support the family, Mr. Long seems to be waiting for her little wife in the boudoir...

Shaking his head, Mu Wanwan tried his best to get rid of this weird idea, entered the room, and met Mr. Long's half-opened phoenix eyes.

He was wearing saggy clothes, his ink spread out, and lying on the bed halfway, seeing her coming in, he immediately pretended to look back without seeing her. Mu Wanwan walked two steps in, his ears trembled, and he lay flat and closed his eyes.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She touched her face, closed the door, and then blew out the light, as usual, "Master, I'm asleep."

The sound of clothing rubbing was obvious at night. Mu Wanwan was tired, and there was no time to think about it. He was full of ideas about how to spend the money he made tomorrow. Not long after lying on the bed, he felt unprecedented tiredness. He almost fell into trouble. Deep sleep.

Cultivating Lingzhi and alchemy both consume spiritual power. She had already overdrawn many times in order to make more pills for Mr. Long. If Mu Wanwan is not a Tier 3 monk now, I am afraid it will not only be exhausted at night. Sleep is so simple.

After she fell asleep, Mr. Long slowly sat up, and there was a little pain in his leg. With a little spiritual energy, he could move normally.

He slowly approached, reached out his hand and touched her head, with a satin smile on his lips.

His little lady must be exhausted.

When she looked at him, she was so shy and happy. Could it be that she actually had other feelings for herself? Mr. Long drew his fingers across the corners of her soft lips, and after a while, he cautiously stepped forward and kissed her gently.

She is so good that he can't let go, and even has a humble expectation. Ao Qin will not discover the secret here, and hope that such a day can last forever.

However, the dragon that Mrs. always keeps is a bad dragon, a very bad dragon, and he wants to go out once.

He used to like to hide things outside, and once he even sneered at throwing the jewelry and clothes that the Yaozu had given him to his future wife in that tattered place. Now, he wanted to get it back.

There are still a lot of spirit stones and treasures hidden there. With those things, Madam doesn't have to work so hard.

He has thought that it is better to take her to escape, but he is still too weak and easy to be found by Ao Qin. Not to mention, he used to be so arrogant and provoked so many enemies, he can't protect her completely outside. Let her stay here for the time being.

He wanted to stay away from her, but he was too selfish in the end. For the past two days, seeing her wearing the pendant that I don't know who gave her, he always felt jealous.

However, that day, he only showed a little thought, and the terrible look in his eyes was about to scare her into tears.

His possessiveness is so fierce that he can't expose it.

Mr. Long swept his eyelashes on Mu Wanwan's eyelids, and reached out to touch her smooth cheeks, thinking, she likes him who is weak, pitiful, and pretending to be cold.

If he exposes those cruel, dark thoughts, she will be scared away.

If he leaves her and isn't by her side, maybe in the future the damned little boy who can grow up in a hundred years may take his place in her heart.

Thinking of this, Mr. Long was about to explode.

He even wanted to ignore Mu Wanwan's wishes and let her stay with him forever.

He pressed her to Mu Wanwan's ear, and gently took her hand, without the coldness of the day at all, stroking her satin-like hair with a voice like a dragon cub, "Better for you."

"wait me back."

He suppressed his emotions and couldn't help but bit her earlobe, "Wait for me to come back."