I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 119|Extra 1: Wedding (2)

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Long Mengyu!

This name is really too catchy.

And isn’t Mr. Long’s name Ao Qi? How can he say his name is Long?

Mu Wanwan thought for a while——

When I got a little older, I realized that "abandon" is not a good word.

Or maybe, on the evening when I proudly named myself, I mustered up the courage to shout my name out loud with the orcs, but I was laughed at.

So, even when he became the leader of the Dragon Clan, he never thought about giving himself a name, and no one even asked him.

In the eyes of the people, he is a ruler and leader; in the eyes of his ministers, he is a king and a powerful tyrant; in the eyes of those dragons who hate him, he is an orphan dragon with a despicable bloodline and cannot be defeated.

As for his name, why does it matter?

"When Mengmeng comes out, we will tell him together."

The dragon spoke softly to her. Even though it was a long time since her boyhood, the pretended coldness and arrogance in front of her also melted away, like peeling off the tinfoil wrapped in warm candy, Revealing the most original appearance inside.

Her dragon is becoming more and more like Mr. Xiaolong.

It probably took too long to "wake up", Mu Wanwan was a little sleepy, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

After she fell asleep, Mr. Long did not continue talking. His thumb passed over the place where she had just kissed, and pressed against the slightly pursed lips. A bright light flashed under his eyes——

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed that there was a slight fluctuation in the wood spirit bud that had no reaction before. It was probably because the lady was conscious.

But he was still a little shameless...he pretended not to know and secretly kissed her...

The feeling of a secret kiss is a little different from a real kiss...

Mr. Long blinked a little unbearably. It would be great if his wife woke up. He missed her very much.

……

On the morning of the seventh day after Mu Wanwan was reincarnated, Mr. Long became very nervous——

According to Aunt Hua, Mu Wanwan will be reincarnated successfully after seven days.

In the past few days, he didn't dare to leave her for too long, so he just got some things rich in spiritual power near the abyss, and the results were very good. By the seventh day, the wood spirit bud where Mu Wanwan was located had been nearly two years old. It is 1.5 meters tall and almost completely white in appearance. The petals are stacked together and look like they might bloom at any time.

Jiu Qing and others have also been waiting for a long time, but it is just a domineering dragon that does not allow others to enter his and his wife’s room →_→

So, everyone can only wait downstairs.

Soon, it was time for reincarnation. Mr. Long looked expectantly at the large flower bud in the center of the room that could no longer be wrapped in brocade.

The outermost petals began to roll out little by little.

Mu Wanwan has also woken up. She can feel the slightly scorching gaze of a certain dragon outside. She touches his two slender and empty palms. She suddenly thinks of something and touches them awkwardly. The inner layer of the bud.

Oops, she doesn’t seem to have accompanying clothes! Moreover, the wood spirit bud will disappear after it is fully opened, so she...

Realizing that if the buds of the wood spirit were allowed to open again, there would be an unbearable and embarrassing scene. Mu Wanwan tightly grasped the last few petals that were about to open, leaving a person who was gradually panicking outside. dragon.

Why doesn't it open halfway?

Aunt Hua said that although his wife became a demon after reincarnation, her strength had regressed several levels. She could not use her spiritual consciousness and spiritual power for the time being, and he did not dare to touch the wood spirit rashly.

After waiting stiffly for a few minutes, Mr. Long decisively left the room and went to seek outside help.

Aunt Hua, who was sitting below the restaurant drinking tea, heard his slightly anxious voice, thought of something, and stood up immediately.

On one side Jiu Qing also said, "I'm coming too."

Mr. Long looked at her suddenly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, but he still didn't stop her.

Jiu Qing rolled her eyes in her heart and went upstairs with Aunt Hua.

"Wait for us outside." Aunt Hua blocked a certain dragon who wanted to come in.

Jiu Qing looked at his pale face, and for some reason, she pretended to be scared and asked Aunt Hua, who was just about to go in, "Will Wanwan lose her memory?"

As she finished speaking, she felt that the expression of the dragon in front of her suddenly froze. A pale expression of confusion flashed under the black eyebrow arch, and his body seemed to stiffen for a moment, making him look a little fragile.

She suddenly felt that her joke had gone too far.

"Usually not." Aunt Hua did not dismantle Jiu Qing on the spot. How could the wood spirit lose its memory when reincarnated? "Okay, let's go in."

Before Jiu Qing closed the door, she saw the dragon and looked inside with worry and fear. She felt pitiful for him but also felt that the dragon was really stupid. He was so powerful, so how could he not have the slightest inkling to deal with his lover? He seems to be quite reliable at ordinary times, but he doesn't know how to prepare clothes for his wife at critical moments.

However, perhaps it is precisely because of deep love that the fear of being like this is caused by one of my own silent words.

Jiu Qing is a little bit sour. Maybe, not everyone is as scumbag as Ao Xue?

She suddenly wanted to try falling in love again.

When Jiu Qing was distracted, Aunt Hua saw through Mu Ling's situation at a glance and was a little surprised——

After all, most reincarnated wood spirits will be very weak at the beginning. It is not easy to grow into the body of a ten-year-old child within seven days. Looking at Mu Wanwan, I am afraid that he looks like an adult.

Because she raised the wooden spirit directly to Mr. Long, she only saw the wooden spirit once in the past few days, the second morning, and now she saw that it was so big. How did the dragon pay attention to Mu Wanwan in the past few days? How much spiritual power did you feed?

"Okay, Wanwan, he's out." Aunt Hua smiled and said to Mu Ling.

Jiu Qing also came to her senses and took out the clothes she had made before from the Qiankun bag, "I changed a lot of clothes for you and put them here. Aunt Hua and I won't look at you."

After saying that, the two of them turned their backs.

The originally stagnant wood spirit bud slowly unfolded again.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, carefully put on the clothes Jiu Qing had prepared on the ground, and then called their names again, "Jiu Qing, Aunt Hua."

Her voice was the same as before, only softer.

Jiu Qing turned around in anticipation, her eyes lit up——

The person in front of her is slightly shorter than her, with very fair skin, almond-shaped eyes and red lips, long eyelashes, curved eye tails, and a rounded nose. His appearance is similar to before, but there are some differences. no the same. Mu Wanwan's long black hair was hanging down, and she was wearing a light blue skirt that she had modified. She exposed her slender and fragile white neck, and looked at her with his head slightly raised, forming a beautiful arc.

She obviously doesn't look like a monster, but she is so seductive when looking at her.

If she and Haijiu are both as beautiful as bright and fiery, then Mu Wanwan is as beautiful as elegant and ink-wash.

It's her, but after looking at it for a long time, I feel a little moved.

"Wanwan." Jiu Qing was a little excited, as if she understood why those men preferred beauties. She also wanted to have such a well-behaved and lovely little wife, "You are so beautiful."

"..." Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed when she came up and was praised. Thinking of the help she had given to herself and Mr. Long before, she said, "Jiu Qing, thank you."

"You're so polite." Jiu Qing couldn't hold it back, and came up and pinched Mu's crooked face, "So tender."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She remembered that she was not a great beauty in modern times, she was just pretty, and her original appearance was not much different from her original appearance. Why did Jiu Qing's reaction seem like she was very good-looking... …

"Okay, let's go out quickly." Jiu Qing thought about the joke that she just made that was a bit too much, and I'm afraid the dragon outside was already anxious.

Aunt Hua also said, "He is waiting for you outside."

Mu Wanwan also wanted to see Mr. Long, so he walked out the door without being polite.

"Click"

The door was pushed open slightly, but she didn't see the dragon. She was a little surprised, how could the dragon not be outside?

Their room is at the far end, and around the corner is a somewhat dark room.

Could it be that Mr. Long is there?

Mu Wanwan took two steps inside. His untrained eyes could only see a small area in front of him clearly.

"!"

My wrist was clasped, and before Mu Wanwan could react, she ran into a somewhat hard embrace. She took two steps back uncontrollably and pressed against the creaking door.

The dragon's caring palm supported the back of her head, because she basically didn't notice any impact.

After Mu Wanwan came in slowly and found out that the person who pulled her here was Mr. Long, she was no longer afraid. She even felt a little excited. After a long separation with him, was he planning to reunite with those people written in romance novels? Like the male protagonist, press her against the door and give her a passionate kiss?

Mu Wanwan was recalling the plot she had seen before. She was slightly distracted and her eyes were a little dazed. When it fell into the eyes of a certain dragon, it became a stone hammer for her amnesia.

He felt his heart shrink suddenly, with a stinging pain like a needle pricking him.

"Wanwan." Mr. Long restrained his emotions and called her name. His voice was hard and hoarse. He wanted to ask her if she still remembered him.

"..." He called his name, are you going to start kissing?

Mu Wanwan was already mentally prepared and a little embarrassed. She carefully reached out and clasped his waist, feeling that his long hair was tickling her a little.

She even closed her eyes gently, but after waiting for a while, she still didn't wait for the dragon to kiss her.

Mu Wanwan opened his eyes a little helplessly, and met the red eyes of a certain dragon.

I thought he had waited too long, so I mustered up my courage and said with a blushing face, "Mr. Long, kiss..."