I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Aunt Yun nodded. Although she wanted to see Mu Wanwan quickly, and wanted to get stronger and help, but now her curse has just been cleared, her talent is less than half of the original, and her strength has just returned to Tier 1, and she is not in a hurry. use.

She wanted to ask more, but she heard the call of a little fox coming from outside the secret room. It was a detective fox of the nine-tailed fox family.

Everyone looked at each other, Jiu Qing opened the small opening of the barrier, and a small pocket fox with a big palm entered immediately and transformed into a human form...

"Princess, the special life alliance has sent the latest information."

Jiu Qing received the information, quickly scanned it, and sneered.

Uncle Chen and everyone looked complicated. Jiu Qing's white fingers pressed his rosy lips, and there was no hidden hatred and urgency in his eyes. "The sun-eaters are really short-sighted, and the royals are the same, I don’t know. It's not that I have tasted the sweetness from the previous transaction with Ao Qin, but now I am shy and fawning on Ao Qin, which has completely lost the face of the Yao Clan."

"The previous Demon King was really blind, supporting such a race that is inferior to pigs and dogs." After Jiu Qing finished speaking, she felt that she had no right to say that people were blind, after all, she was blind too.

She didn’t kill Ao Xue, but she locked the dragon in the artifact and brought it by her side just to delay time. After all, if he died, there would be dragons in the Qinglong Ancestral Hall. All right.

Uncle Chen thought for a moment and calmly analyzed, "Actually, the behavior of the Sun-Eater Rat Race is not surprising. The Monster Race has not been born with a phoenix for a long time, and the resources have been getting worse and worse in the past few thousand years. At this time, if the Dragon Clan can be supported, after the encirclement and suppression plan is successful, how can they get a share of the pie, at least they can allocate some resources to the Sun-Eating Rat Clan.

"Moreover, the reduction in the army of the Sun-Eater Rats is also a good thing for us, so our plan will finally be delayed for half a day, and it will be carried out in the early morning of the day after tomorrow." Uncle Chen ordered the table, "It's just that Wanwan and her husband are more difficult. "

The Yaozu sent troops to join the search, and Mu Wanwan and the others could go much less.

"Then what do they do? We shouldn't have let Wanwan and Nalong go." Uncle Zong, who hadn't said anything, couldn't hold back anymore, "I have been suffering."

Jiu Qing also pressed his forehead, a little depressed.

Maybe it was the tears of the dragon that touched her at the time, or that Mu Wanwan's determination to leave made her think of her previous self, so she asked Mr. Long to take Mu Wanwan away.

He didn't even have time to leave a transmission order, but the less people knew where they were, the better, so that if they failed, the soul search would not reveal the traces of the two.

......Everyone worried, one person and one dragon, have also arrived at their new residence.

It is an island closer to the devil world.

To be precise, it is a very small island.

Mr. Long took her all the way from the bottom of the sea, all the way from the bottom of the sea, it was very dark, except for occasionally some shiny fish passing by her, she basically saw nothing. Mr. Long was very fast, but the journey It's about a bit long.

Mu Wanwan felt like a fish that had been soaking for a long time. When he got ashore, he felt that his legs were already soft, and the whole person was a bit unwell.

"Madam, what's the matter?" Mr. Long arranged enchantments and illusions around him, and when he looked back, he saw Mu Wanwan holding a sea stone with a weak pale face.

Mu Wanwan looked at a certain dragon who was full of spirits, enduring the dizziness that came in her mind, and shook her hand to say that she was okay, she was probably a little dizzy...

When she came over a little bit, Mu Wanwan quickly got Mengmeng out of the mustard space.

Mengmeng is also like a soft-footed shrimp, with two thin legs supporting her fat body, walking sloppily along the S-shaped route, insisting on standing for about ten seconds before falling to the ground gloriously.

Mu Wanwan wanted to laugh a little, thinking of picking it up in front of him, but the support of the sea stone that had just left was no different from Mengmeng.

There was a low laughter in her ears, and when Mu Wanwan was about to be unable to hold on, a support came from her waist, and Mr. Long simply beat her up and hugged her, "Tired?"

Mu Wanwan clasped his neck subconsciously, "It's okay."

Regarding the madam's brave remarks, the considerate Mr. Long did not break, and just followed her words, "Well, Madam is very powerful."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She is not angry with the dragon.

"Are you staying outside tonight?" Mu Wanwan tried to ignore Mr. Long's arm at the base of her leg.

"No need." Mr. Long's shredded temples swayed along with the movement, but still failed to cover his handsome face that was turning red.

Madam's waist...

So fine.

The legs are also very soft...

"Tweet!"

Seeing a person and a dragon go farther and farther, because of being locked in the mustard space for too long, a little muscle(?) weak, and the neglected Mengmeng who fell to the ground let out an angry and stern sound.

Mu Wanwan woke up immediately, and she was relieved, she pushed Mr. Push Long's warmed arm, and jumped out of his arms as she took the opportunity.

"Mengmeng, come here soon."

So in the end, Mr. Long, who could not continue to show much boyfriend power but was forced to tweeted: "..."

They stopped in a place where the terrain was good and there were many trees around. Mr. Long asked her, "How is this place?"

Mu Wanwan was a little dazed, and only replied, "It's okay."

Then she saw a certain dragon throw the chirp, turning its big palm into claws.

There was a thought in his mind, and Mu Wanwan took his arm, "Wait, Mr. Long, are you going to build a house?"

A certain dragon has bright eyes, "Yes."

Based on some self-esteem not knowing what it is, Mr. Dalong argued, "I am good at building a house."

Mu Wanwan's nose is a bit sore, thinking of Mr. Xiaolong's dilapidated home before, he was still not willing, and said, "Then I will be with you."

Mr. Long hesitated for a moment, quickly cleared a small area of ​​open space, and then set the stool and table that had been moved back, and a pair of phoenix eyes signaled her to sit there, "I'm soon, ma'am, wait for me first. "

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was a little helpless, Mr. Long stepped forward, bent down to press her forehead, and put a layer of spiritual power on her, "Wait for me."

Mr. Wan was softened again, she really had nothing to do with the coquettish little Tianlong.

As soon as she sat down, she felt that dust was being rolled up in front of her, leaves and stones were flying in the air, her dragon movements were rough, but very delicate, and a beautiful small wooden house quickly took shape in her eyes.

When some of the dust subsided, Mu Wanwan saw that the dragon had a smile in his eyes, and it had already come to her while his sleeves were flying.

"All right."

Mr. Long took her hand and said softly, "Our temporary home."

His voice was very gentle, and when he said the word "home", it seemed to be a dragon.

Mu Wanwan held him back, looked at Mr. Xiaolong's house, which was only magnified many times in front of him, and nodded vigorously, "Yeah."

The inside of the house is also very simple, but it is much bigger, and it is divided into several small rooms very carefully. Although it may only live for a few days, Mr. Long is not sloppy.

After it’s arranged inside, it looks really good.

Mengmeng also has a small room, so she won't have to huddle with them in the future.

but……

Mu Wanwan pressed the cheeks that gradually became hot. He didn't design two rooms, they still wanted to sleep together.

Although on such a day of fleeing, time is tight, and it may not be enough to sleep.

Maybe it's because Mr. Long has been waking up for a while, and now they are not as awkward as they were before. At least when they stay together, they can gradually sink their minds to practice or do other things.

The furniture was quickly arranged, and Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long, who was bent over to change the quilt, and had a very strange feeling.

Speaking of which, this quilt is still the happy quilt of the mansion...

"Madam." Long did not know when the bed was made, and blushed and came to her, "Kiss."

Mu Wanwan grabbed his skirt and touched his lips.

Unlike when I was alone, those loneliness entangled all the time are insignificant under the feeling of knowing the other's existence.

In the quiet forest, there are lovely fat chirps, the scent of the curly pill mixed with the smell of new wood, the sunlight that has just risen into the house in the early morning, and...

Cherished him.

The scent of the Gushen Pill that was originally intended to be refined in the pill furnace to relieve some of the pain of the sea of ​​consciousness drifted away, Mu Wanwan opened his eyes and looked at the person sitting opposite her, showing a slightly surprised expression, Mr. Long, his eyes flashed across his eyes. It seems that these days, the plight that has been oppressing them is nothing.

In this world, there is only what she loves and is willing to give her life.

She didn’t notice that the perfect control of her fingertips would not waste a single trace of wood spirit power. At this moment, it seemed like an endless stream of water, falling on the new seeds she took out to cultivate and lit up pieces of new seeds. Green shoots.

She is about to break through.

Looking at the rapidly growing Lingzhi in the room, Mr. Long also reacted quickly and began to pour Lingzhi into the room.

He filled most of the room in one breath, and then stopped temporarily.

Originally, Mr. Long, who had watched his wife practice alchemy and simulated something in her brain, started to panic a little as she prepared for the future.

He began to worry that the spirit stone was not enough.

When he broke through, he was in a spiritual vein, so he didn't know how many spiritual stones he used. What if their reserves were not enough?

Mr. Long's long eyelashes were hanging down, and his eyes were filled with worry that could not be hidden. Those green spots of light fell on him, with a little strange feeling. There was no pain that different kinds of spiritual powers collided with each other. On the contrary, it was a kind of pain that caused him. The pleasure of gradually relaxing.

He looked at Mu Wanwan, who was quickly absorbing spiritual energy in front of him, and the arc of his thin lips raised.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng was bathed in a little green light that made the tweet comfortable, and also made a small tweet.