I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

When he bid farewell to Jiu Qing and left the Xianqing Pavilion, Mu Wanwan still failed to recover from the incident that "Mr. Long gave her a drop of effort".

She stood in front of a condiment shop for a long time, and the shopkeeper watched with a drapery hat and dusty clothes at her door. After waiting for a long time, she didn’t see this person shopping. It was still considered on Mu Wanwan’s wrist. The sapphire bracelet worth a few low-grade spirit stones was so good. After waiting for a while, I couldn't hold it anymore.

"Senior, do you want to buy anything?"

Mu Wanwan was awakened abruptly, looking at the shopkeeper's rather impatient expression, glanced at the sugar placed out, "Which one is the best?"

The shopkeeper frowned, but with the idea that people couldn't look good, he pointed to the sugar sealed in a small jar in the shop, "It's refined from the spirit sugarcane. It's very expensive. There are three gold coins in a small jar."

Mu Wanwan nodded, and took out three gold coins without hesitation, "Give me a can."

She bought ordinary sugar before. After Long woke up these days, she put it in the cooked ling rice porridge for Na Long to drink. He liked it very much.

It's rare to have some money now, and it's good to buy some sugar to improve your life.

Mu Wanwan didn't care that the shopkeeper turned into a pleasing look, and took the candy and left.

She was standing on the crowded street, with snowflakes falling in her ears, and the cold wind blowing in her ears, which made her feel so lonely.

Jiu Qing's voice still echoed in his mind...

"Losing the blood of the heart, for the dragon, is equivalent to giving up life and talent."

"The cursed monsters and dragons, probably only the blood of the heart is pure."

Mu Wanwan touched her heart subconsciously. She felt that it was getting hot a little bit. She thought that she was just a good luck advancement and super talent to be able to get two consecutive levels in such a short period of time.

But it turned out to be Mr. Long, who has been silently paying a lot for her since a long time ago.

Thinking of asking him before, if he didn't want to ask her, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but blush.

In addition to the distressed silly dragon, there is also a touch of sweetness in my heart, like a stream of joy that can't be turned away, a little bit of her whole heart is wrapped...

Let her like him more and more.

I like it, I like it.

Mu Wanwan had hot eyes, looked for a corner, and stood quietly for a while.

She needs to calm down now, otherwise her mind is full of the shadow of that stupid dragon, so she can't concentrate on buying things.

What a silly dragon, she woke up so early, why didn't she say, why did she have the feeling that he didn't like him before?

Mu Wanwan gently stroked the sapphire bracelet on his wrist...

Afterwards, Jiu Qing and her talked for a while, and promised to deal with Bai Shuiyao. And the crystal ball that Uncle Tie gave her was also real, and there was no harm.

"Are you really going to watch it?" When Jiu Qing put on a black cloak and was about to leave, he thought about the rumors about that Jun Shang and his battle of fame as a tyrant. He still couldn't help but said, "Don't watch it anymore. ."

After talking with Mu Wanwan for a while, she knew that the person opposite was very soft-hearted. Although it was not without a bottom line, she probably hadn't seen those killing scenes either.

Jiu Qing knows the virtues of dragons very well. Although she encountered a **** dragon, there are some commonalities of the dragon clan, such as greed and terrible possessiveness.

If she saw what happened to the dragon before, she was afraid, she was very worried that Mu Wanwan would be directly imprisoned by the possessive dragon.

Mu Wanwan hadn't recovered from the fact that Mr. Long gave her a drop of blood at the time, the whole person was a little bit wooden, and he didn't think about it carefully, and only made an appointment with Jiu Qing for the next meeting.

Now it has slowed down a bit, Mu Wanwan remembered Jiu Qing's words and Tie Bo's warning before. Tie Bo wanted her to watch it, but Jiu Qing didn't want her to watch it.

Or does Mr. Long's past have something she can't accept?

Mu Wanwan felt a little sour in her heart, as long as Mr. Long didn't love anyone who died before, she should be able to accept it. That old dragon shouldn't be there, after all, so awkward, he should be single by strength.

Mu Wanwan smirked and kicked the stone beside the kick.

She still didn't watch it first, but she didn't have to know it.

The next step is to buy some things that the family needs. Mr. Long said that she will come back three to five days, and she can just use it for cultivating spiritual plants and alchemy these few days. His curse should not be completely healed yet.

Mu Wanwan frowned slightly. She remembered that the curse mark on the dragon's face was still very deep, and it must have not fully recovered. Ningxue Dan and higher-order Lingzhi must be prepared.

She wants to heal her injuries better than Lingshi, but her ability is limited and may not be able to provide enough Lingshi for his complete recovery.

She just hopes everything goes well and he can recover sooner.

After all, Ao Qin's existence was like a mountain that might be pressed down at any time. She was really scared. Before Mr. Long recovered, Ao Qin came to the door.

Mu Wan tightened her sleeves tightly, no matter what, she would take care of everything at home, waiting for him to come back.

Because this time the spirit stones were still sufficient, Mu Wanwan bought some sugar and spirit flesh, but also added some vegetable seeds, bought some new clothes and bedding, and did not pull down the necessities of life such as warm stone lamp oil kerchiefs, etc. In the end, she still couldn't hold back and went to buy some rouge gouache.

According to the original words of the boss, this is the most popular rouge at the moment, which "makes Langjun fascinated". Later, Mu Wanwan was bought by a female repairman by Amway. It is said that it can be maintained by rubbing it on the face. The balm of fatal attraction" body fragrance.

It took her nearly two gold coins in total. It can be said that Mu Wanwan bought herself very luxurious things besides food.

The human and dwarven bazaars are indeed larger than those of the elves, and they are more interesting. She spent a long time walking around for a long time, and spent five copper coins at noon to buy a pork bun that was not willing to eat at the bazaar for the first time. , It wasn't until the afternoon when things were almost ready to buy before leaving.

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Hongye waited for a long time outside this time, but she didn't complain, only gathered her clothes, "Madam, it's going to snow, let's go quickly."

Mu Wanwan got on the bullock cart, feeling the cold wind blowing in his ears, and when he glanced at the worsening sky, he couldn't stop worrying...

If it was a blizzard, the clothes she bought for him were still too thin, although a seventh-order monk should not be afraid of such a cold.

Silent all the way, Mu Wanwan said goodbye to Hongye and opened the door of the yard.

The yard soiled by Mr. Long before has been almost cleaned, and some blood stains that have not been completely eliminated are also covered by heavy snow, and the inside and outside of the house are white.

Mu Wanwan closed the courtyard door, and the room was Mengmeng sleeping in a quilt. I don't know if it was an illusion. Mu Wanwan always felt Mengmeng seemed to be fatter than before. She was a little worried, squeezed a fruit of Bixingcao, fed it a bit, and then put two spirit stones beside Mengmeng.

After Mu Wanwan ordered her things, she went to the kitchen to look at the chicken cubs, fry some dishes for herself, and got busy.

When sleeping at night, Mu Wanwan habitually laid the bed for the two of them, but soon realized that Mr. Long was not at home now.

She was empty in her heart. She placed the crystal ball given by Tie Bo on the head of the bed and stared at the crystal ball as if she had seen a dragon going out.

For the next two or three days, Mengmeng hadn't woken up either. Apart from the few spirit chickens, she was the only living creature in the yard.

The weather is very bad, and deep snow falls every day. Mu Wanwan works hard every day to cultivate spiritual plants and practice alchemy. He occasionally sweeps the snow, rubs the sleepy cute belly, and leaves Mr. Long from time to time. Take a note out and look at it.

What he said, three to five days.

Today is the third night.

Why haven't you come back yet?

Mu Wanwan sat in front of the bed, with long hair spreading, looking at the gray sky outside the window, worried all the time...

Did her dragon encounter danger outside, or to say that something prevented him from coming back?

No, there will be no danger, it should just be that the weather is too bad and his journey back has been delayed.

Mu Wanwan tried to convince herself, but still couldn't control it. From the third night on, she couldn't fall asleep completely. The room was empty, but he seemed to be everywhere.

Every time she refines a pill furnace, she runs from the study to the courtyard gate, expecting to open the door and see Mr. Long.

By the fifth day, Mu Wanwan had already begun to have auditory hallucinations, and she had even practiced several furnaces of alchemy. She felt that her state was no longer suitable for alchemy.

But on the sixth day, Mr. Long still did not come back.

Fingers touched the icy courtyard gate, Mu Wanwan was wearing not very thick clothes, the spiritual power of the third-order monk was wrapped around and clearly isolated from the cold wind, but she began to chill from the bottom of her heart...

Mr. Long shouldn't be a dragon who will miss an appointment. Why hasn't it come back for the sixth day?

She really wanted to find him, but she didn't know where to find him. What if he is about to come back? Maybe it was just delayed on the way?

Mu Wanwan thought so, and stood at the courtyard gate waiting for another day.

From early morning to late at night, she was a little helpless leaning against the wall, her eyes gradually filled with mist, tears slipped down, Mu Wanwan reached out a little embarrassed to wipe it, her fingertips were covered with bright red rouge, making her a moment I feel so stupid...

Want him to see her look better, she has been trying hard to practice how to use this rouge these days, and she puts makeup on herself every day, but the **** dragon made her wait for so many days, and it hasn’t been until now. Come back, let her worry so much. If you can't explain it well, she definitely don't forgive him.

Mu Wanwan was very sad, pursing her lips, and didn't want to wait like a fool. She went back to the room and took off all her makeup, and then watched that she swallowed several spiritual stones in the past few days and became fatter and adorable. , Poked Mao Chiu's belly angrily.

One or two, both are like this.

As a result, she poked Mengmeng a few times and heard it whisper.

His eyes brightened, and Mu Wanwan looked at Mao Chiu who slowly opened his eyes, and his hands trembled a little.

She thought she was accustomed to being alone. When she was young, she was studying and writing alone. When she grew up, she was busy every day for life. She occasionally looked at the sand sculptures on her phone in her spare time. Hahahaha, it seems that she will not be alone at all.

However, she just met him in just a few months, and she couldn't be alone anymore.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng shook the fluffy fur, and jumped twice, as if she was a little uncomfortable with why the handsome, invincible and cute Mengmeng's small body became so much heavier.

It ran away for many days in a lot of huge information, and now it finally escaped, Mao Tiao wanted to bend, but he also wanted to be a bit hateful, bad dragon.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng's round eyes caught Wanwan as if she was about to cry, and she felt distressed. She jumped up and rubbed her palm with her hairy head, which had become much larger, tweeting.

Don't cry, don't cry, Mengmeng is fine, Mengmeng wakes up!

Mu Wanwan's palm was itchy, so she smiled, and touched the fluffy fur, mostly white, which made Mengmeng look more cute.

"Mengmeng, or hello." Mu Wanwan thought of Long, feeling even more sad, and couldn't help but want to rub his cheeks.

She rubbed her adorable hair to one side, and was trembling a few times by the cold air that hadn't completely dissipated from her body. "Tweet!"

Mu Wanwan fed Mengmeng and ate some fruit, and he barely ate some of it himself, so he hugged Chiu and waited for the dragon to return.

She looked at the crystal ball on the head of the bed, and her urge to break it became more and more obvious.

The stupid dragon is bad for the ugly dragon. If she doesn't come back tomorrow, she will really want to watch it, so she won't think of giving him any face.

After all, she missed him so much.

Mu Wanwan thought, she curled up slowly, with warm stones in her bed, but she still felt cold all over.

Mr. Long, please be sure that there is no accident and you have to come back safely.