I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Is this a dream?

Mu Wanwan's eyes were sore, and she only felt that the cold touch of Mr. Long on his cheeks seemed to be fake.

Her heart was uncomfortable, her soul was exhausted, her forehead hit the alchemy furnace, and she shed a lot of blood. She must be bruised and ugly. Why did he come back at this time? He didn't come back when she was wearing rouge and beautifully dressed.

It's so disgusting!

With a heavy waist, Mu Wanwan felt the world in front of him spin.

She vaguely felt that her waist was strangled, and she seemed to be picked up by Mr. Long.

Holding his damp and cold clothes subconsciously, Mu Wanwan leaned on Mr. Long's shoulder, feeling that everything in front of him was truly incredible.

Her dragon came back, her dragon really came back.

"Woo..." Although it was embarrassing, Mu Wanwan still ignored the pain in his forehead and buried his head in his arms. Sour and sweet.

He still knew he would come back, and she thought he would not come back.

Mu Wanwan's tears continued to slide down like beads, and the bad dragon was at a loss for what to do.

He has always had nothing to do with her tears, let alone this time because she cried because of him.

His wife, except for his business, when was she so anxious?

She was calm and strong, and when he hadn't recovered before and didn't wake up, she was carrying all the burdens of life alone.

She was scolded by the maid, without any spiritual stones, facing the chaos of the courtyard and the extremely complicated housework for a monk of the first rank, and she had to take care of him who was embarrassed and paralyzed.

At that time, his tail was still rotten, he was so ugly, unconscious, and smelly.

Faced with such a difficult situation, she has never been so sad.

A slight light fell in Mr. Long's eyes, and he slowly tightened his arms, holding her harder.

She is much lighter.

Is it because you worry about him?

He had some accidents this time, because he was greedy, thinking about moving back all the hidden things in several places. As a result, the treasure spot on the edge of the territory was occupied by some monsters.

He finally won the victory, and then he encountered the terrible wind blowing from the abyss.

Had it not been for the leader of the Special Life Alliance, he happened to pass by and helped him. If it wasn't for the enchantment of the entire mansion, he had also participated in the arrangement at the beginning, perhaps he would not be able to return this time.

During the battle, when he was forced to hide under the rock wall in embarrassment and wait for the devilish energy like a forest of swords to pass, he had no fear of death. It's just that his heart is full of reluctance, he put her name on the tip of his tongue, and said lightly over and over again.

He was in a desperate situation, but she seemed to have only her face in his mind.

On the first day of the missed appointment, the scales of Mr. Long's half body shattered, and when the blood fell, he was full of crazy thoughts that she was leaving.

Him.

He is so useless, he just wants to change her some beautiful clothes, save some money for her, and let her see what the best spirit stone that she has been looking forward to is better than anything else.

If he can't even do these, it would be the most useless dragon in the world.

On the fifth day of the missed appointment, the curse in his body broke out again.

The pill she refined became his only comfort, who could only crawl and move.

He missed her so much, so much.

On the eighth day of the missed appointment, the thought that he had wanted to leave her and go alone has been completely uprooted and dissipated by his unquenchable emotions. At the same time, only panic and madness that grow wild like weeds breed.

just in case…

In case of her, she can't wait for him.

As long as she thinks, if he can't go back, she will be sad for a while, and then hate him for forgetting him, start a new life, thinking that in her heart, she will not see him in the future, but other dragons. (?), even Mao Tweet! .

He was so jealous that he was going mad and wanted to swallow her in his stomach.

He, Mr. Long pursed his lips.

Except for the monster he had just met, he had never met someone who treated him as kind as her.

With crooked eyebrows and a bright smile, when he was with him, he would be shy and blush but he would be so straightforward. Everywhere and everywhere he looked like his favorite.

He is such a dragon that will bring bad luck to people, such an ugly dragon that is different from other dragons.

Mr. Long never thought that he would encounter her like sunshine in his dark and alone Longsheng.

She said that she is his wife.

lady.

He once thought, you are so weak now, and your future is uncertain in the future, it is better to pretend to be indifferent. However, after seeing her shining eyes and secretly kissing her lips, he couldn't let go anymore.

Fortunately, she has been waiting for him.

She didn't give up on him.

"Wanwan..."

Mr. Long looked at the water stains on her eyelashes and said her name gently.

Blood fell from his robe, but he didn't seem to feel the pain.

There is nothing but shamelessness, selfishness, and joy.

"I'm back." With his head hanging down slightly, Mr. Long's lips raised, his voice soft, "I'm back."

Mu Wanwan grasped his shirt tightly, willing to be immersed in a dream, the exhaustion of alchemy for many days exhausted her soul. She was tense for a long time. Hearing Mr. Long's voice, she suddenly relaxed. Those tiredness and pains were like floods that broke the bank and crushed her.

Although she still has a stomach, she wants to tell him, wants to complain that he hasn't come back for so long, wants to ask him if he is injured again, wants to comfort him, she will stay with him in the future, and even want to put the knife here **** it Big Benlong's neck, so that he can never leave her and leave alone!

"Bad dragon..." Mu Wanwan said to him, letting himself sink into the darkness that no longer would be afraid of.

Mr. Long blinked his crow-black eyelashes and shook out the broken corners and fluffy ears that had been concealed outside.

He was a bit miserable. In order to come back quickly, he was injured. Although the spirit stones and elixirs are abundant now, his appearance is still ugly. For example, the hairs on the huge furry ears of his prototype were shaved. Almost bald.

"Tweet..."

Just when Mr. Long was about to leave the messy study with his dear madam, after a few fire burps, Mengmeng, who was about to be blackened and churped, turned over and turned with a round and round big squirting anger. Staring at this evil dragon that suddenly appeared.

"Tweet! Tweet! Tweet...cough..."

The bad dragon came back so late, if it weren't for a terrible tweet, Wanwan would be burned by the fire!

Mengmeng reprimanded her angrily while feeling so uncomfortable in her stomach, the pill fire she had just swallowed was still too big for Chiu.

Mr. Long tweeted and looked at this big fat who was picked up by his wife, now plump, plump, and fluffy, and his heart was full of miserable days after he lost his plush ears in the future.

He really wanted to leave this tweet on the ground.

But it is still very weak, even if the blood is strong, it will be burned through by the pill a few hours later.

"Quiet." In the empty room was Mr. Long's low voice. He pressed his index finger on his lips and twirled at the hair ball, with a rare gentle expression, "She is asleep."

"Tweet..."

…

In the end, Mr. Long still failed to ignore Mao Tweet, and only separated some spiritual power to hang the uncomfortable Mao Tweet behind him, and then went back to the room.

He stuffed an elixir in Mao Chuo's mouth, then violently lifted Chuo's feet to stand upside down, patted its belly a few times, and Mengmeng vomited out the fire that he swallowed again.

Pitifully tweeting his two thin legs, he was stunned by the dragon.

It took thirty seconds to solve the future rival electric bulb.

Mr. Long curled his lips and felt a little bit happy.

As she did before, he blushed and took off her blood-stained coat, wiped the blood from her face, smoothed the broken hair on her forehead, and carefully applied high-end ointment to her. Seeing the wound on her forehead disappeared, she breathed a sigh of relief slowly.

Fortunately, he brought back a lot of good things this time, otherwise she would have scars on her forehead.

Although he didn't mind her appearance, but when he heard those bragging stories before, women care about appearance and like to dress up.

He was too poor before, and she had no treasures for her, so she didn't have the money to buy some fine jewelry and clothes of all kinds.

In fact, he had already noticed the hairpin on her head.

It is a pure heart jade, which can help alchemists to enter the state quickly and quietly, but they can't meet them.

It must not be the lady who bought it herself, who should have given her to her?

Mr. Long was jealous. He couldn't hold back the hairpin that Jiuqian sent on Muwan's elbow, and replaced it with the Qingxin jade he had brought back. Although the style was not as good-looking as Jiuqian sent, and there was no Jiuqin. The big one...

He was silent for a while, but awkwardly and aggrieved, he put the hairpin sent by Jiuqi on the bedside, which he wanted to break.

There was no expression on Mr. Long's face, only the dark eyes were filled with grievances. He moistened her lips as if taking revenge, and then blushed and left.

After the simple help of Mu Wanwan was taken care of, Mr. Long, the tortoise-haired dragon, finally frowned and took off the blood-soaked, tattered white fur and brocade clothes. Xieyi took off, revealing his upper body with new scars.

The vertical and horizontal cutting edges are densely packed, a bit fresh, and blood is leaking out.

Mr. Long subconsciously stretched out his big hand and wiped a slightly painful abdominal muscle, and quickly realized something, his face was stained with crimson again.

Although the lady is in a coma now, he really seems to be playing! flow! Hooligan! Oh!

The hairless bald ears trembled, and Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled.

He originally wanted to pick up a few gorgeous clothes from the mustard space that he had just brought back, which could reflect his cold and arrogant appearance, but after thinking about it, he pulled away with the expectation that he didn’t know what was going on. The door of the wardrobe.

In a conspicuous position, two new suits were stacked, next to them were dark blue and moon white robes, and a black feather coat of his size was added to the coat.

She bought him clothes again.

Mr. Long picked up an obscene garment and couldn't help but rubbed it lightly with his cheek. The fragrance was smelling like the soap plant she usually uses.

So happy.

He cleaned himself carefully, and then carefully put on his wife’s newly bought clothes. He also changed a pair of obscene trousers. After thinking about it, he still took a bright pink dress in the mustard space, which was nervous. The palms are sweaty.

This is the most precious piece of clothing in his space. He thought about it and hung it on the head of the bed. When the lady wakes up, he can see it at a glance. It will be a pleasant surprise.

"Hmm..." The curse that had not completely dissipated and the injury that had been aggravated by the half-month caused a pain, Mr. Long let out a muffled groan, and poured out a pile of spirit stones from the mustard space on the ground, piled up to the height of the bed.

After absorbing a lot of spiritual energy, I felt better. Looking at Mu Wanwan who was quietly sinking into his dreamland, he squeezed his fingers shyly.

He has not slept with his wife for a long time.

I want to sleep with her.

A thin flush of red appeared on Mr. Long's handsome cheeks. Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed gently, and then carefully got into her bed.

The slight heat and soft touch made Mr. Long stiff at once.

He overestimated himself a bit, how could he be confident that he could just lie in a bed with her and do nothing.

Quietly turning his head to the side, Mr. Long saw Mu Wanwan's white collarbone half-hidden under the quilt.

He closed his eyes abruptly, and only slowly took her hand.

It's so warm, the same as before.

He really wanted to hug her to sleep.

The bald hairy ears trembled, and the evil bad dragon finally failed to conquer his inner thoughts. He gently and carefully manipulated his wife’s limbs, and then ignored her a little uncomfortable resistance and his soaring body temperature. He just pressed the person in his arms.

Held a marriage ceremony, touched the dragon tail and dragon horns that can’t be slammed apart from his partner, and had a skin-like relative (?), knowing that he pretended to be asleep before but still accepted him gently, and said that he was not someone else , Waited for him so long...

She couldn't run. This time, even if she later found out that she was weak and helpless under the pitiful appearance, the sharp forbearance and paranoia hidden under her appearance, even if she regretted it, she couldn't run.

She wants to stay by his side and be the only wife in his life.