I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

The feeling of expectation was obvious, perhaps because he didn't want to miss any second when Mr. Long might come back, Mu Wanwan lay on the bed, but still couldn't fall asleep.

Fortunately, she is now a Tier 3 cultivator, and her body is not much better than when she first came, otherwise I am afraid she can't afford it.

But Mr. Long did not come back because of her growing anxiety and painful waiting. On the seventh morning when Long did not return, Mu Wanwan looked at the increasingly gloomy sky outside the window and felt the despair and loneliness over the sky.

She couldn't help but look at the note he left over and over again, pressing her palm on her heart, as if she could feel the drop of blood he gave her.

"Mengmeng, you said he, why didn't he come back?"

Mu Wanwan sat on the stool, holding a few bags of slightly messy seeds on hand, and muttered to the fat who had become the size of her two palms.

"Tweet!"

"Tweet tweet!" In just a few days, Mengmeng has grown from a thin tweet to a big white fluffy tweet. The small scarf is not pure, and the black fur is still stubborn.

It's just that Mu Wanwan felt that Mengmeng was more agile than before, and she could already hear something in its tone.

For example, it is now rubbing its hand with its regrown hairy head, while tweeting bad things about Mr. Long, which roughly means...

The dragon is stupid and may be lost.

Mao Chiu's body was soft and warm, like a large hand warmer.

Mu Wanwan felt better after being rubbed by it twice, but the panic and anxiety in her heart still couldn't be relieved. She held Mengmeng to practice pill for a while, staying up for time, begging her dragon not to have trouble.

By the eighth night, Mu Wanwan sat silently on the bed, hugging her knees, Mengmeng fell asleep, the room was quiet and terrible, and it was dark outside the window and inside, only the crystal ball was faintly shining light.

She had been talking about Mr. Long with Mengmeng for two days, but now she hasn't spoken a word for almost one day.

Mu Wanwan raised his hand and felt the weight of the sapphire bracelet. After a while, he still said that the crystal ball placed on the bedside was held in his hand...

Because the crystal ball was very cold outside, Mu Wanwan shrank subconsciously when she touched her palm. She looked down at this beautiful crystal ball. It was pure and transparent, and there was no color flow.

Smash this thing, can you really see Mr. Long?

There was moisture on Mu Wanwan's eyelashes, she missed him, that scumbag, leaving a note to let her wait so many days, it was really bad.

Want to see him.

The crystal ball was held in her palm, and the temperature was gradually dyed, and the blue mist gradually lit up in the dark night.

Mu Wanwan didn't hesitate anymore, a touch of spiritual power came out from his fingertips, turned into a bright green sharp knife, and pierced the crystal ball with all his strength.

"Crack."

There was a crisp cracking sound, but there was no pierced fragments.

The fragile and beautiful crystal ball floated into countless broken stars in her slightly open eyes, mixed with the light blue warm wind, and suddenly hit her.

There was a tingling pain in her mind, and Mu Wanwan felt that something had broken into her sea of ​​consciousness. The next moment, she closed her eyes and her consciousness seemed to have separated from her body.

When I opened my eyes again, a mottled warm sun fell in front of my eyes.

"A Tie, you secretly play with his hammer with Abba on your back!" Grandma's girl's voice sounded, and Mu Wanwan saw her clearly. It was a dwarf girl about three or four years old.

Two croissants with beautiful green skin and black eyes.

"Mei, don't say no." There was a young boy's voice beside him. He was a dwarf boy. His eyelids were not drooped, and he was wearing normal clothes. There was no heavy leather pants, except for the deja vu in his hand. Outside of his hammer, he is not half similar to Tiebo.

The sun was a bit shining, and Mu Wanwan raised her hand to make her eyes. She should have entered Uncle Tie's memory now?

Is it the same effect as the previous hallucinogenic grass, can you feel it?

She tried to reach out to touch the wooden frame next to Uncle Tie, and she walked through it the same way, leaving only a rough feeling of wood in her hand.

Looking at Tie Bo with a vivid breath on his face and the spring sunshine outside, which was completely different from reality, Mu Wanwan felt a little calmer because he was worried about a certain dragon.

Similar to the effect of the last dream, maybe she needs to spend a few days here before returning to reality, maybe Long has already returned to her.

Mu Wanwan comforted herself like this. The opening scene was flooded with sunshine. Tie Bo's memory should be very warm. She was a little impatient to see Mr. Long.

Following the young A Tie like a spirit behind, Mu Wanwan quickly learned about A Tie's situation...

Their family lives on the edge of the Dragon Territory, a dwarf village in a remote area with no big towns around, but there is a business in the town, and their branch lives in this peaceful village.

A Tie has a younger sister named A Ling. His father is a well-known dwarf craftsman in the town, and his mother is a craftsman even better than his father.

Ah Tie should be a very happy boy.

He and his sister agreed today to go to the back mountain of the village to explore.

Mu Wanwan followed them and walked for about an hour before touching the foot of the mountain.

"A Tie, slow down." After all, A Ling is still very young, and she has been very tired after walking for so long.

Ah Tie spoiled his sister very much, so he simply carried the person on his back, "I am carrying you, we are going to be soon."

Mu Wanwan watched them walking in the mountains and forests, and her heart became more and more uncomfortable.

This mountain forest looks green and vibrant from the outside, but when you walk in, it seems to be surrounded by a very strange atmosphere, even though it still looks full of sunshine and warmth, it feels like it falls on the skin. It's cold.

It didn't take long for the two of them to leave, Aling felt scared. She looked at the little red flowers in full bloom on the ground with a little horror, crying, "Atie, I want to go home."

"Okay." Ah Tie hasn't really enjoyed himself yet, but he doesn't know what's going on. He feels that the mountains and forests today give him a different feeling than before. He is actually a little scared, but because of being in front of his younger sister. His little manly spirit, his mouth is very hard, "Don't pester me anymore, let me take you up the mountain to finish."

A Ling hugged his neck tightly, and Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling that something must always come out was really bad.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the wind whizzed in her ears, and the sky almost turned dark. It was even more terrifying than the fastest and fastest storm she had ever seen, and her vision suddenly turned into darkness.

A painful sensation came from my shoulders, a biting cold wind blew across my face, and besides the rustling wind, there was the laughter of creatures that were harsh.

After she finally saw the world in front of her, she found that brother and sister Ah Tie had been caught in the palm of her hand by a giant bird that was more than ten times larger than a vulture, and Ah Tie's shoulder was gurgling blood.

Her shoulder hurts a lot.

Mu Wanwan looked at the smaller and smaller villages in his sight, and looked at A Ling who had passed out and A Tie who was full of horror, and his painful breath broke for a moment.

The giant bird flew very fast, and Ah Tie passed out due to excessive blood loss. Mu Wanwan was awake. From her perspective, he could see half of the giant bird's body and large filthy feathers. Perhaps it was because the dwarf's village was on the edge of the dragon territory. After only about two or three hours of flying, the giant bird flew to a place that Mu Wanwan had never seen.

Is that a valley?

Surrounded by oppressive mountains, two long and narrow paths swept down from the sky, but the tip of the nose did not have the freshness that the mountains and trees should have.

The giant bird swooped down, approaching the low end of the valley, only when Mu Wanwan saw the situation in the valley, surrounded by many cages, from wooden to iron frames, of different sizes.

In each cage, there are several people.

Mu Wanwan trembled in her heart, her eyes widened, and as the giant bird swooped down, thousands of cages lined up, spectacular and terrifying.

A Tie and A Ling were thrown to the ground, and Mu Wanwan felt pain in her body for a moment. She watched the giant bird slowly turn into a male with a hooked nose. After he landed, he came again not far away. Three men.

One of them held a test stone in his hand, cut A Tie and A Ling's hands, frowned, "Sanzi, you can get back two talented dwarves once you go out?"

"This kid is OK. This little girl has no talent, but the skin is very tender, so let's just eat it." Another man looked up and down at Ah Ling with a terrifying gaze.

She had a broken head, and she was still not awake. Mu Wanwan watched A Tie hold her in her arms, her eyes full of fear.

"Tsk, you guys want to eat all day long, and raise them first." The youngest one seemed to be the most powerful person. They decided to lock Ah Tie and Ah Ling in a place near the stone wall. In a wooden cage.

Her neck hurt, Mu Wanwan watched as Ah Tie was picked up by the neck, and Ah Ling was also picked up like a little chicken.

Mu Wanwan felt cold in her heart, and walked in behind them little by little.

There was mist everywhere in the valley, the ground was damp and dirty, intermittent crying and unbearable pain came from my ears, Mu Wanwan subconsciously glanced to one side...

In an iron cage, there was a leopard orc.

There was blood all over him, and his mouth opened in pain, Mu Wanwan saw that his fangs were gone, and his roar was like a broken bellows.

Her fingertips trembled, and she looked down at the wet road under her feet, full of bad guesses.

Why, why is Tie Bo’s memory like this? Where is the place she expects to meet with Mr. Xiaolong? This is obviously...

It was obviously a terrible gathering place for slaves who were raised in captivity to absorb talent.

She squeezed her hand, and even wanted to escape this memory. She didn't want to see, didn't want to see Mr. Long's past.

...

"Get in." A Tie and A Ling were finally locked up in an iron cage that had already held several people.

There were a few young people in their twenties who were in their twenties. They saw that brother and sister Ah Tie didn't have any expressions, their expressions were numb, and they didn't say a word. Among them, there was a younger female elf with a sad expression. "Two more."

"Where is this?" A Ling woke up and asked with her eyes open.

The elf closed his eyes and shook his head without speaking.

Being caught in this place, everyone has only two uses, either to be eaten, or to be sucked away from talent and then eaten. Her friends have all been eaten.

Perhaps it will be her turn tonight.

A Tie seemed to understand a little bit, but A Ling started to cry. She grabbed the hem of her brother's clothes and said over and over again that she wanted to go home.

"Mei is okay, this is a game my brother is playing with others." Ah Tie shook his voice and comforted his sister with a strong smile.

A Ling was very scared. She instinctively wanted to believe her brother, trying to squeeze an ugly and cute smile, "Then is this Elf sister brother's friend, so beautiful."

The elf had brown eyes open, tears in his eyes, and he didn't dare to look directly at Aling's eyes.

Mu Wanwan's heart trembled, and she subconsciously glanced in the distance. There was a large cage with a large structure, but there was only one inside, a very thin and familiar person.

The eyes became sore, tears couldn't stop flowing down.

She walked in the direction of that person, and slowly saw his appearance...

The young man was leaning against the cage halfway, and his long black hair seemed to hang obediently on his sideburns.

He half-closed his eyes, and his pale lips were slightly pursed. When Mu Wanwan walked to his side, he happened to lift his eyes. His sight was the sharp and dark glow that flashed by when the sword was sheathed.

That is, Mr. Long.

Mr. Xiaolong.

His clothes were changed, and he was no longer the gray cloak that remained unchanged for thousands of years, but he still looked proud and indifferent. He was obviously locked in a cage, but he seemed to be in a gorgeous palace.

Mu Wanwan saw the blood snaking down from his hand, but he was not like he was going to shake the pair of furry ears because of pain like before.

He has grown up.