I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

In the middle of the night, there are undisguised strong emotions and depressed love.

He kissed her lips over and over again. He obviously only planned to separate for a few days. He obviously just wanted to get something back so that she would not be so hard. But the dragon, who has always been used to walking alone in the dark, has now become greedy and greedy. Not satisfied.

Reluctant, so reluctant.

He got up, put on the clothes she bought for him, and tied his long fingers with white fur, like an invincible general in armor.

He moved very lightly, tucked the quilt for her, as she did for him countless times.

On the table are the cute nests and the paper and pen she used to record. Mr. Long stretched out slightly and wanted to leave some pen and ink to tell her that he would be back soon. He spread out two of the pages and wanted to find a blank space. , But I caught a glimpse of her beautiful font in the corner of a page...

"Mr. Long, you are such a good dragon."

A line of small characters is mixed in Mu Wanwan's analysis of material impurities, which is completely different from the other content.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes widened slightly, a flash of surprise flashed from the bottom of his eyes, a panic surged in his heart, and Mr. Long's cheeks with black and red lines instantly turned red.

Look at the ink, it has been a while.

Then...

Does it mean that Madam already knows that those Lingzhi were not damaged by Mao Chiu?

The face burned in panic, the heart was pounding, and countless reasonable guesses were about to make Mr. Long shy into a braised dragon.

She knew it a long time ago. She knew he was awake a long time ago. Did she also know what he did at night?

Junlong's face was flushed, his broad palms covered his cheeks, only a pair of fluffy ears exposed outside seemed to be leaking the master's inner throbbing, shaking back and forth.

The blood seemed to be boiling, she knew it, she knew it.

But even so, she was still so gentle, completely considering his mood, and never pierced him, just silently and silently tolerated him.

Perhaps, all his luck in his life was spent on meeting her.

The eyes full of restraint could not restrain the turbulent love that seemed to burst a **** and flood, and a muffled smile came from the dark room, and Mengmeng was immediately frightened awake.

It opened its big eyes, kicked on its small legs, dexterously turned over, jumped onto the table, met the golden eyes of a certain dragon, and its hair exploded in fright.

This dragon is so terrible, 80% of it is mad, and his terrible face has an incomprehensible smile. The smile is terrible, and the eyes are still golden, ah, the baby is scared to death!

"Hush." ​​Mr. Long saw Mao Chir about to cry, and quickly pinched its tender yellow beak. His mood was so good, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "Man, what are you crying?"

Mengmeng blinked and waved at him.

Mr. Long looked at it pitifully. The hair on his head was bald, a lot uglier than before, but he was still not at all soft-hearted. A light flashed from his fingertips, and it hit Mao's head, "I'm not here. In a few days, we must protect Wanwan."

Mengmeng only felt that the terrible dragon was stuffed with so many things in her little head, and she passed out with a kick on her two thin legs.

Mr. Long curled his lips, pinched the pen, and blushed and wrote on the paper.

He pauses for a long time every time he writes, not knowing whether he is conceiving the content or thinking about how to write to make his wife feel that his handwriting is not so ugly.

The ugly dragon wrote her name one by one, more serious than anything. When the two words fell, he couldn't help but walked to the bed quietly, kissed the corner of her lips, and wickedly stuck out his tongue and licked it. Licking her lips.

Mu Wanwan felt nothing, he was almost ashamed.

After a long time spent most of the night, Long left.

…

When Mu Wanwan woke up early the next morning, he habitually glanced to the side, but the dragon who was sleeping on the side was not waiting for her to say hello with half-closed eyes as usual.

There was nothing but nothing.

Mu Wanwan originally felt a little sleepy, and now there is no more sleepiness.

Where is her dragon?

Rubbing his eyes, he confirmed that there was really no Mr. Long on the jade bed. Mu Wanwan was a little flustered, and comforted himself that Mr. Long might be almost recovered and he went to the yard in a wheelchair.

She hurriedly got up, only to find that the wheelchair was parked by the bed. The clothes and shoes she bought for Na Long were gone.

Where did you go?

Why don't you tell her?

Mu Wanwan only put on a piece of clothing in a hurry, and began to look for dragons everywhere, but she searched the entire palace and did not see Mr. Long.

"Master." Mu Wanwan walked to the door in a daze, and his eyes became sour in despair...

Her dragon is gone.

Nowhere.

"Where have you been?" Panic filled my heart, and Mu Wanwan walked into the room a little lost.

She sat at the table and wanted to talk to Mengmeng, only to find that Xiao Fei Chuo had been asleep today uncharacteristically, and there seemed to be something under her chubby body.

"Mengmeng..." Mu Wanwan called out its name, pulled out the paper that was pressed by it, and opened it with shaking hands.

It was crooked, with a few lines written on it.

Mu Wanwan's heart settled for a while, tears full of tears couldn't see what the hateful dragon had written.

She wiped her tears and saw his ugly words clearly...

"My wife Wanwan:"

"When you go out, you will return in three or five days, and you will come back with gold coins (crossed out) Lingshi, don't worry."

"Ling, don't worry about chubby (crossed out)."

"Husband,"

"Dragon, stay."

Mu Wanwanzai carefully read this short letter several times, and couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw that the inscription turned out to be a "dragon".

What, dragon?

Husband is a dragon, don't you leave a name?

Speaking of it, she really doesn't seem to know Mr. Long's name, but why does Mr. Long know her name?

Seeing the note left by him, Mu Wanwan didn't panic, and his heart gradually calmed down. Looking at the word "Banwan", which was a little better than other words, he felt a little more funny and worried. …

Mr. Long’s word, it seems that there has been no progress after so many years, at most it can be considered a little neater. I'm still a bit illiterate, and Mao Tiao's Tweet has been written twice.

It's just that if he goes out for a few days, will he really not be in danger? Will it be discovered by Ao Qin? But if it's Mr. Long, it should have been settled, right?

And when will he be good enough to act on his own, does the curse no longer matter? The pills she gave him were not enough, she glanced at the plants on the windowsill, Mu Wanwan frowned, why didn't she bring some spirit fruits when she was going out? Is it fun to be hungry?

Mu Wanwan seemed to have seen a certain dragon hungry and fainted on the road.

She sighed, rubbed her head, and cheered up. Really, it was so uneasy to go out.

Also, if he was well before, why didn't she usually move by himself, and let her wash his hair to support him, it is really good and bad.

Recalling some of the things she had done to help Mr. Long who was "inconvenient to move" a few days ago, Mu Wanwan felt a little embarrassed.

However, apart from worrying, she also regained some confidence.

Mr. Long is getting better now. Should he go out this time to find a way to change the status quo?

Maybe she can look forward to what he will bring back when he comes back.

Energetic, Mu Wanwan picked some spirit fruits and placed them next to Mengmeng. After a quick tidy up, she was ready to go out. She had been delayed for more than an hour.

Today is the day she and Uncle Zong have made an appointment, and the money is still to be made.

Mu Wanwan put on his drapery and closed the door of the yard. After walking for a while, he saw the red leaves waiting not far away.

"Madam is a bit late today." Hongye has always been polite, "Where did you go today?"

Mu Wanwan put the new basket on the bullock cart and smiled at her, "Go to the human and dwarf market."

…

While rushing to Mu Wanwan, Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong were waiting anxiously.

"Why the girl hasn't come yet, has something happened?"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Aunt Yun glared at Uncle Zong, "There can be nothing wrong."

Aunt Hua was also a little worried, "I hope there is nothing wrong, and the Yaozu side has gradually become restless."

Uncle Zong thoughtfully, slapped his thigh, "These people know every day to engage in some conspiracy and tricks, can't they be safe?"

Uncle Chen shook his head, "Wait, I recently inquired that the dragon clan seems to be preparing something. Didn't you find that there are so many dragons in several markets? Only the injured Jin Yan is included in the pre-order list this time. He Bai Huan, those dragon alchemists seem to be busy with something too."

"It stands to reason that this time our wind is so loud, those dragon alchemists cannot be unaware that something else has stumbled." Uncle Chen calmly analyzed, "Furthermore, the witches who have recently entered and exited the capital. There are also more monsters and monsters."

When his words fell, he noticed that a dark red beast pattern gradually appeared on the face of Zong Lei on one side, "Damn, if I meet that **** Wu Clan, I must pinch him to death."

Aunt Yun's complexion didn't look good either. If she hadn't been too impatient and caught the trap of a witch clan, her current strength might be much stronger than that of Uncle Zong.

"Uncle Zong?"

There was a voice outside the door, breaking the solemn atmosphere in the house.

Aunt Hua's eyes brightened, and she opened the door to the backyard, facing Mu Wanwan who was carrying a basket on her back, a smile appeared on her face, "Little Qian, you are here."

Mu Wanwan responded. Uncle Zong gave her the address of the courtyard last time and told her not to go directly to the shop this time. She just followed.

"Come in quickly." Uncle Zong suppressed his anger and greeted people in.

Several people calculated some pills and spirit fruits this time as usual, and Mu Wanwan handed a newly refined second-order Ningxue Pill to Aunt Yun.

"Aunt Yun, even if I gave you this second-order Ningxue Pill, thank you and Uncle Zong for your care these days." Mu Wanwan was sincere.

It's a pity that everyone's focus is not on her sending Ningxue Pill, but, "Second-order Ningxue Pill?"

Uncle Zong's voice became louder, and Mu Wanwan was shocked by him and took a step back, "Ah, yes, second-order."

"Then the spirit return pill you just mentioned, is there a second-order one too?"

"These two bottles are, there are five in one bottle." Mu Wanwan said.

Uncle Chen also had complicated eyes, and patted Mu Wanwan's shoulder, "Little Qian, you are going to be rich."

Mu Wanwan: "...?"

Uncle Chen briefly talked to her about the recent upsurge in the price of pill.

Mu Wanwan couldn't believe it, "So, did you have to make up seven middle-grade spirit stones for me last time?"

Uncle Chen smiled, "Yes, you count this time. You can get 28 middle-grade spirit stones with only the first-order spirit pill. This is not the second-order and Ningxue pill. If it weren't for me and Your uncle Zong still has some wealth, maybe you can't advance your spiritual stone in advance."

Mu Wanwan felt that he would have money at once, and couldn't help but smile.

Uncle Chen didn't delay his work either, he straightened out the spirit stone and took out a shining high-grade spirit stone, "Little money, high-grade spirit stone, do you want it?"

Mu Wanwan's eyes lit up, high-grade spirit stone!

It was the first time that she saw a high-grade spirit stone, which was much smaller than a middle-grade spirit stone, but both in terms of color and brightness, it was much more beautiful than a middle-grade spirit stone, and it must have a lot of spiritual power.

If this spirit stone is given to Mr. Long, will he fully recover immediately?

Mu Wanwan thought about the dragon's expression, and looked forward to it more and more.

She finally changed from Uncle Zong to a high-grade spirit stone, eleven middle-grade spirit stones, more than 20 low-grade spirit stones and some scattered coins.

"That's right." Uncle Zong sighed, and handed a list of reservations to Mu Wanwan, "Girl, do you remember brother and sister Lan'er?"

Mu Wanwan took the list and touched her neck subconsciously. Brother and sister Lan'er, she naturally remembered it.

"Before, it was the hands of two close officials of the Dragon Clan." Uncle Zong looked at her, "Lan'er was also forced to be helpless about the magical grass. They have already left the capital."

Mu Wanwan was surprised for a moment, looking at Uncle Zong’s brown eyes, a little flustered...

Uncle Zong knows her identity! I also know about the hallucinogenic grass before.

Mu Wanwan quickly calmed down, and she didn't even think that she could keep her identity from Uncle Zong. She and Uncle Zong are kind to each other, even if it is for Aunt Yun, Uncle Zong will not do anything to her, and she is more willing to believe that the Uncle Zong who has been helping her is a good person.

"I'm not saying this to ask you to forgive them. I just want to ask you if you want to sell the medicine to the two dragon people. If you don't want to, I can help you out." Uncle Zong clapped his hands. Pat her shoulder, "Your Uncle Zong is still a little capable, and your Uncle Chen is not weak."

"If something happens to your husband, you come to me and your Aunt Yun."

Mu Wanwan looked down at the names of Jin Yan and Bai Huan on the list, as if he saw the elf with a birthmark on his face who was smiling and shouting to his predecessor.

"Thank you Uncle Zong, then." Mu Wan curvingly said, "As expected, I still don't want to sell the pills to them."

When Lan'er deceived her to plant her hallucinogenic grass, it was actually a scar in her heart that she had never been able to expose. Later, after she learned the role of hallucinogenic grass, she couldn't forgive it even more.

She looked at the names of the two dragons on the list, and she was already able to guess some of them.

If you want her wife to know what Mr. Long is most unwilling to face, I'm afraid she wants her to hate Mr. Long.

At that time, the dragon was conscious and could not move. If she bullied him, maybe the sensitive temper would be sad. They wanted to see her husband’s jokes and used the weak and innocent people around her. They couldn’t forgive them anyway. .

"It's okay." Uncle Chen smiled, "But we are not afraid of two dragons."

"I'm afraid, you are not afraid." Uncle Zong gave Uncle Chen a blank look, "You and Huamei are so strong."

When interrupted by them, Mu Wanwan felt better, and had an appointment with Uncle Zong about the next meeting, and said goodbye to leave.

She just came out of the backyard, thinking about what to buy. Mr. Long won't return until three or five days, so she will work hard to refine the alchemy first. This time, she will buy something else and go home to make good food.

It didn't take long for her to pass by a small alley with not a lot of people, and she met a strange wooden frame dog.

Mu Wanwan blinked, looking at the half-person-height mechanical dog that suddenly appeared on the ground and shook his head at her, then spit out a small cloth bag from his mouth, and jumped several times, as if to signal her. Pick up the cloth bag on the ground.

Mu Wanwan: "...?"