I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 10|Ten dragons

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——Mu Wanwan, who was kissed by the consciousness in his dream, felt nothing at all and even slept soundly.

When she woke up naturally the next day, the sun outside was already very bright.

Mu Wanwan was holding his hair a little messy, his mouth was fishy, ​​and he felt that his whole waist and legs were not good. When she first wore it, she was in a tight state and her body did not relax much. Although she felt that her knees were swollen and painful, she still endured it.

After that, she was so frightened by Ao Qin's spiritual power that she almost vomited blood and cleaned Mr. Long's wounds. She gritted her teeth and survived. But now, after a good sleep, all the fatigue came back. .

"Huh." Muwan shook his arms, rubbed his sore waist, and struggled to sit up.

Mu Wanwan's eyes moved to the tyrant inside. He seemed to have not changed, but his ugly face seemed to have softened a little. Although his lips were still blue, he didn't know if it was because of the Baizhen fruit juice he drank last night. The reason is that it looks like it has a sticky and smooth film, just like...

It's like being swollen by someone's kiss.

Such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind. Mu Wanwan shook his head quickly, trying to get rid of this bad thought.

But something suddenly occurred to her. Thinking that Mr. Long was a plant dragon, she didn’t need to worry so much in front of him, so she directly lifted the quilt, and slowly crossed most of the jade bed in her shirt, half lying on her back. Beside him, he stretched out his hand to touch the low-grade spiritual stone that was placed next to his ear last night like a mobile phone.

After touching for a long time, I didn't find the spirit stone. Instead, I touched a hand of ashes.

Mu Wanwan was a little exhausted mentally and physically, and was a little sleepy at first. After touching a hand of ashes, she woke up completely. Her mood was complicated, with mixed joy and sorrow——

The low-grade spiritual stones are gone and there is a pile of ashes, which shows that Mr. Long can absorb spiritual power in the plant state. This means that if she gets more spiritual stones for Mr. Long every day and puts them next to the bed, maybe He could wake up earlier and suffer less torture.

However, Mu Wanwan felt like crying almost the next second. They were so poor now that food was a problem. Where did she get so many spiritual stones to feed Mr. Long?

She reached out and flicked off the handful of ash, then reached out and gently touched Mr. Long's broken horn, "I have to work hard to find a way, otherwise I won't be able to support you."

Mu Wanwan wanted to get up, but when she tried hard, she felt a cramp in her abdomen. The pain made her legs weak and she fell directly onto the quilt.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead. Mu Wanwan took a breath and raised his hand to lift up his shirt. What he saw was a large bruise, which looked a bit oozing.

This should be the injury caused by the pressure yesterday, right? She thought it would leave no trace.

Mu Wanwan felt pain for a while, struggled to get up, and first applied a little Mr. Long's trauma ointment to himself. The ice-green paste slowly fainted as soon as it came into contact with the skin. There was a refreshing feeling in the place, and the pain was significantly reduced.

Mu Wanwan was very satisfied with the immediate effect of the medicine, but she didn't use it more, after all, there wasn't much ointment left.

After briefly treating his wounds, Mu Wanwan hurriedly washed and changed clothes, cooked some leftover porridge from last night, fed Mr. Long something to eat, tidied the bed, and checked Long. The husband's tail, tidying up the room, washing dishes and clothes, has been busy for most of the day.

Fortunately, the weather has been pretty good recently, and the sun was quite bright during the day. Mu Wanwan found two longer poles, made a simple clothes drying rack, and hung up the washed clothes.

After finishing all this, Mu Wanwan remembered the other half of the Baizhen fruit on the table.

Although she sent some wood spiritual power, the Baizhen fruit that had been left out overnight still looked a little shriveled, as if it was not as plump as before.

Mu Wanwan originally wanted to eat one fruit in three days so that it can be absorbed better, but it seems that this fruit cannot be stored. She took the fruit and walked to Mr. Long, cut open the skin of the fruit, squeezed out the juice and fed it to Mr. Long.

While feeding, she felt that the face of the person in front of her seemed to be a little red, hidden under some black and red lines, which was not very obvious.

Look carefully, even the ears seem a little red...

"Is it too hot?" Mu Wanwan felt like he had acquired some new dragon-raising skills, "Dragons don't like heat?"

She said in a low voice, making the dragon who had just absorbed some energy and finally regained some consciousness fall into silence.

In fact, dragons don’t like heat very much.

Mr. Long said silently in his heart, then he felt the quilt being lifted, and a warm and cool hand gently touched his arm. It was as if someone had suddenly left a small mark on that area. There is obviously no temperature, but it is very hot.

Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Long’s arm and felt that his body temperature was not bad, so he did not lift all the quilts, but wiped his mouth clean and looked at what was left in his hand. Still reluctant to throw away the shriveled fruit, I silently turned around and gnawed the fruit clean.

She thought no one would know about such a shameful scene, but Mr. Long’s fingers on the quilt trembled as if in pain.

Mu Wanwan gnawed on a peel. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that he had absorbed a lot of spiritual energy. He stretched his waist and looked at the bright sunshine outside the room. He thought of something and couldn’t help but laugh. "I want to take you out to bask in the sun."

"If you don't bask in the sun for too long, will your scales be deficient in calcium?"

Her tone was very relaxed, but when Mr. Long’s consciousness touched the cleanly chewed fruit core that was placed on the table and was reluctant to leave it, he still felt a pain in his heart, which was complicated in every way.