I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's big palm and looked at his slightly turned head. The corners of his lips kept rising, his eyes were hot, and his heart was beating violently.

Not long ago, she was still worried about whether she would be discovered by Ao Qin who had been staying in this square-inch yard, and worried about whether Mr. Long would suddenly disappear again.

However, the next moment, the bad dragon that made her worry since the beginning of the journey gave her the response she needed most.

He may be nervous, his eyes flickering, and Mu Wanwan heard that his breathing is a little faster than usual.

Are you afraid of her rejection?

Mu Wanwan was a little funny, and stretched out a hand to gently cover his palm, "Yes."

Her soft voice rang in her ears, and the sentence of "willing" was very clear.

The palms tightened, and Mr. Long couldn't help laughing.

It's not like the restrained or shallow smiles before.

It is complete, the eyebrows are stretched out, with joy, a smile rippling from the bottom of the eyes.

There was a layer of red on Muwan's curved surface, looking into him, there were a few golden glows like phoenix eyes covered with thousands of galaxies, and the palms were hot. She saw him bend the corners of his lips, and a shallow pear appeared on his cheeks. eddy.

The eyelashes trembled inconceivably, Mu Wanwan opened her apricot eyes slightly, and looked at it several times to confirm that she was really right.

On Mr. Long's left cheek, there is a shallow, inconspicuous little pear vortex.

With a smile, he ruined ten percent of his face with a face that was so evil, handsome and domineering, and he looked like a cute little dragon cub who begs for sweets.

But his smile soon disappeared, and he became the look of the tyrant she was familiar with.

But the big hand refused to loosen it and held it tightly.

He didn't seem to be sure, his voice was hoarse, and he looked at her expectantly, "It will be dangerous."

Mu Wanwan shook his head a little funny.

Who made her already like this dragon?

It was an unwilling decision to leave him. As long as she was with him, it didn't matter where she was. She was always scared to stay in this seemingly stable yard, which was always under surveillance.

I was worried that Ao Qin would come to trouble them before Mr. Long woke up, and worried that Mr. Long would be the same as in the unfinished book when he woke up, as if he liked Bai Shuiyao. She knows that the plot now is completely different from that in the book, but perhaps it is precisely because she likes it that she is so concerned about gains and losses.

Mu Wanwan looked at him with a smile, softly but firmly said, "I'm not afraid."

With him, even if the road ahead is paved with thorns, she is fearless.

...

The time to leave was set in the morning of the next day.

On the last day before leaving, Mu Wanwan was in a busy state.

She needed to prepare enough pills for Aunt Yun and Jiu Qing, although Mr. Long said that if she needed him, he could run back and forth, but Mu Wanwan still didn't want him to take such a big risk.

There are not many things in the yard. Apart from her and Mr. Long, the only living creatures are the three spirit chicken cubs in the kitchen.

Her feelings for these three little chicken cubs are still a bit complicated, and Mengmeng also likes them very much. If she eats them, she is reluctant to eat them. For this, when she is in trouble, she is much more direct than before The husband said, "I'll raise it well."

Mr. Long was not embarrassed by her gaze, "There can be some living creatures in the mustard space."

Mu Wanwan glanced at the bracelet in her hand, "Can we live in it too?"

Mr. Long shook his head, "Only some low-grade ones will do."

Mu Wanwan was a little disappointed, she thought this mustard space would be the same as the portable space.

Mr. Long pursed his lips. He used to have the kind of flying palace with super high defense that could live in.

So Mu Wanwan turned his head and saw a little pitiful dragon caught in self-blame.

She looked at Mr. Long who was fragile and glass-hearted, and simply reached out and held his hand, pondering, and brewing for a long time, before finally saying what she had always wanted to call him, "husband, husband."

"very good already."

Mu Wanwan plucked up the courage to finish speaking, and finally passed the hurdle in her heart. She was shy for a while, only to notice that the dragon in front of her had silenced since she finished calling "Husband".

She wanted to look up at him, but suddenly she was pressed into her arms.

With his face buried in his chest, Mu Wanwan didn't dare to move, "Long, Mr. Long, your injury..."

"Nothing." A dragon hugged her waist tightly, as if trying to hide the precious treasure the world had bestowed on him forever and ever.

Mu Wanwan was a little bit uncomfortable when he was strangled by him. He just felt how tough this dragon was.

But she didn't resist this hug. She let go of Mr. Long's hand and embraced his waist, "Will it hurt?"

Mr. Long stiffened instantly.

Soft, it seems to hold his entire world.

His complexion was flushed, and certain dragon was a little embarrassed and cried, "It doesn't hurt."

Mu Wanwan guessed his current appearance as soon as he heard the voice, sweet and helpless, but calmly closed his eyes gently, and waited until he was willing to let go.

...

One day later, in the early morning, Mr. Long held Mao Tweet reluctantly in one hand, and he just stuffed it into the mustard space.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mao Chiu, who had been severely depilated recently, struggling to leave a hand of black hair on Mr. Long's hand, and asked a little uncertainly, "Can Bai Feng stay in space, too?"

Mr. Long nodded, indicating that it was okay.

Mengmeng is still a cub now, and it doesn't matter if she stays for a while.

Mu Wanwan put his back basket on his back, hesitatingly glanced at a certain dragon standing beside her with an imposing height, "Mr. Long, you..."

"I am powerful."

Mr. Long scratched his cheek a little shyly, as if he was embarrassed to praise his behavior, "They can't see me."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Fine.

She walked a few steps forward and saw the red leaves waiting in front.

Mu Wanwan was still a little nervous, she saw Hongye looking at her, "Madam, are you still going to the dwarven fair today?"

Mu Wanwan nodded, got into the bullock cart, and saw Mr. Long walking up awkwardly with his long legs.

The ox cart, which was originally enough to hold her and the back basket, squeezed a tall dragon, which immediately appeared crowded.

The legs of the two leaned together, and they could feel each other's body temperature through their clothes.

Warmth, ambiguous and sultry.

Mu Wanwan didn't look too embarrassed, thinking that the dragon was too bad, and deliberately huddled with her.

Mr. Long is also stiff, his cheeks are reddish...

He didn't mean it, he just wanted to control Hongye.

Create a hallucination on her, and do some blindfolds by the way to delay the time of discovery as much as possible.

As for wanting more opportunities to get in touch with his wife, Long didn't think so.

The ox cart traveled at the same speed as before, but Mu Wanwan felt that it was much slower than before.

She watched Hongye sitting in front of the bullock cart, and only felt that the ox cart, which usually swayed, was shaking more intensely today.

Perhaps because of his presence, a slight shaking will bring the two closer together.

The ox cart crossed the barrier, passing a lot that was difficult to turn around with several bends.

Mu Wanwan used to hold on to the edge of the bullock cart and didn't care about his image.

This time, Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed to grab the side of the bullock cart, and as the bullock cart swayed, she felt a big hand on her shoulder and dragged her body.

Her cheeks were a little red and the wind was a little big, blowing her long hair, Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long beside him, and she had a deeper expectation for the future life in her heart.

With him, it seems that the things that had to be done by one person before are not so boring and boring.

Her ears were a little red, and Mr. Long's long and narrow eyes narrowed, and a transparent light came out from his right hand, forming a light film, covering the two of them, isolating the cold wind from the outside world, leaving only the air that was gradually fermenting.

When he was away, she was forced to blew the cold wind for a long time and was exposed to a lot of rain.

Now that he woke up, he would never let her suffer anymore.

just.

Mr. Long frowned slightly, he had to be quicker, and then he would recover sooner.

In addition to helping him from the previous leader of the Special Life Alliance, he also brought a not-so-great news...

Ao Qin has obtained one of his broken corners.

As long as he negotiates with the Wu Clan again, they are likely to face the danger of being encircled.

The broken corner was a little painful, Mr. Long's heart was condensed with a storm, and his eyes were shallow killing intent.

As long as there is another half month, he is 90% sure to break through the test of the forbidden ground.

Just give him another half month.

When the two passed the realm barrier, they were in the realm of the Yaozu.

Ao Qin is negotiating with the prince of the Wu clan.

"Wu Yao, don't you think the conditions you put forward are too harsh?" Ao Qin looked at the candidate for the leader of the Wu clan with witchcraft lines in front of him, with looming scales on his face, "It's just a horn."

Wu Yao laughed gloomily, and the blood puppet behind him also let out a nasty and harsh laugh. He stared at Ao Qin's face, "Hehehe, the conditions you put forward may enable the declining Demon Race My heart is moved, but we Wu Clan don’t lack your treasures."

Wu Yao's eyeballs were prominent and his eyes widened, "Why, you got a broken horn from the Yaozu, you can't wait?"

Ao Qin looked ugly and sneered, "I don't know when the relationship between your witches and witches has reached this point."

"Even the news that I have already got a dragon horn from a waste dragon."

Ao Qin looked at him, and his whole body was working spiritually, resisting the voodoo that was everywhere in the air.

"Hey hey, you dragon is really boring." After Wu Yao finished speaking, a cloud of blue mist suddenly appeared beside him, which merged into his body.

In the next instant, his skin swelled, his whole body was bleeding, and his flesh and blood expanded, and he slowly grew better. Ao Qin looked nauseous.

"Oh, I got an interesting news." Wu Yao squinted his eyes. "You expected Jun Shang, who could not be slaughtered to move, seems to have recovered a lot?"

Ao Qin's pupils tightened, and he subconsciously retorted, "Impossible."

It's not that he hasn't visited the courtyard of the **** monarch these days.

Every time he collapsed on the bed in an image that was not much better than before, but the tool he had brought in for the sake of face was still a bit conscientious. Although he would take care of the disabled waste dragon, he would wash him at most, hey. Something did not help his injury.

During this period of time, he has been working hard to subdue his subordinates, busy negotiating with the two clans of the witches, and he has only used his spiritual knowledge to visit the deposed king many times. The life of seeing them is very miserable. The same goes for feedback from those who go to monitor.

The soul lamp of the forbidden area did not show either.

"I thought you were better than your previous silly monarch who was dying for a monster." Wu Yao looked at him with an amazed look, and Ao Qin's face suddenly became distorted.

He seemed to see the indifferent and proud sight of the dragon...

How can he recover?

How can it be restored?

Less than two months, less than two months!