I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 34|Thirty-four dragons
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Mr. Long slowly poked out a trace of his consciousness, and a little shyly walked around the red quilt, bit by bit, wrapped it around the curved corners of Mu's clothes.
She is wearing a light blue gown today with some cotton on the cuffs, probably because it is getting cooler outside.
The consciousness followed the hem of her clothes and slowly reached her cheek——
She was a little whiter than when he saw her before, but also a little thinner, and her eyes were a little black, probably because she was tired from taking care of him. With an indescribable sourness in his heart, Mr. Long's consciousness gently brushed against Mu's curved eyelashes, like an invisible wind, caressing her gently.
She lowered her head as if working on her purse.
The light was warm, and even though it was filled with spiritual consciousness, Mr. Long felt more at ease than ever before.
It's great that she is still with him.
Her eyelashes are still curved, not very long, but the curvature of the hook makes the dragon feel itchy.
Mr. Long relaxed a little and felt that his body seemed a little different from before——
My right arm moved slightly and touched soft fabric, cotton, very soft.
My heart swelled, probably due to excitement, and Mr. Long’s exposed white ears also trembled slightly.
Despite the pain in her meridians, Mr. Long was reluctant to take back his consciousness and just watched her quietly embroidering her purse. The things she embroidered were a bit abstract, but he actually didn't understand them——
There are two ugly ones embroidered with gold thread that look like horns. Next to the horns, there are two pointed ones embroidered with white thread.
Mr. Long didn’t realize that Mu Wanwan had actually discovered his little secret. He just watched her embroidering the purse with trembling ears. After watching for a while, when he saw that she had finally finished, he tensed up a little nervously. His fingertips unconsciously touched the obscene clothes that Madam had just changed for him.
Although his tail is still bare, he is no longer a fruit dragon.
Moreover, he just discovered that there was only one quilt on the bed. Does this mean that she had been sleeping with him these past few days?
Mr. Long feels a little hot in his heart. Is it a side effect of losing his heart blood before?
——Wanwan had no idea that a certain dragon had escaped danger and regained consciousness. He just finished the last stitch, carefully collected the thread, and carefully hid the thread ends before holding the finished product. The purse was compared with Mr. Long’s horns.
Although the craftsmanship needs to be improved, the broken horn and the pair of ears should still be similar.
"Mr. Long, if I sell this purse, I will definitely not be able to sell it." She couldn't help but smile, "I'll keep it for myself."
Mu Wanwan pulled out a few silver coins and a few copper coins, stuffed them all into a dark blue purse, and touched the two white fur ears embroidered on them, his hands were a little itchy.
She wanted to touch Mr. Long’s ears again.
But Mu Wanwan still restrained herself. Even if Mr. Long’s ears were furry, she would lose them if she pricked them more than ten times a day, right?
Carefully placing the purse next to the pillow and checking whether the door was locked, Mu Wanwan was ready to sleep.
She turned off most of the lights in the room, leaving only one oil lamp that was about to run out of oil.
The room darkened, and the only sound was the sound of her taking off her coat.
Mr. Long is a little nervous. Even though he has slept with his wife several times, he still can't adapt to the life of a couple.
The lighting is ambiguous, but he is still her nominal husband.
When Mu Wanwan lifted the quilt with a cool palm, Mr. Long was already feeling hot.
Mu Wanwan lay on the soft bed for the first time in a long time. She felt that all the bones in her body were soft. She had not slept for four consecutive nights. In the past, it would have exceeded the limits of the human body.
Even if she is a monk now, staying awake for such a long time is a bit unbearable.
She started to feel sleepy almost as soon as she lay down on the hot quilt covered by Mr. Long.
Finding a position where he would not be touched and where he could stretch his body, Mu Qianwan lay down and was about to sleep when he accidentally glanced at Mr. Long. As soon as he took a look, he saw his pair of white ears. It was shaking constantly, and the slender fluff on it looked particularly fluffy under the light.
Is Mr. Long shaking his ears reflexively because he is in too much pain?
Although she guessed that Mr. Long was shaking his ears because of pain, which was a bit cruel, Mu Wanwan felt a little itchy. She endured it again and again, and decided to touch it one last time.
"Mr. Long, can I touch your ears?" Before taking action, Mu Wanwan routinely bullied Plant Dragon, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
Only this time, Mr. Long is awake.
He was a little confused when he heard what she said, and he didn't even realize what she meant by "ears".
But when her slightly cool soft fingertips touched his pair of plush ears that were once ridiculed, the whole dragon suddenly stiffened.
A numbing feeling exploded from his sensitive ears, and Mr. Long's face turned red almost immediately.
He, he, his ears, which have never been exposed since he became an adult, why did they suddenly appear! Also, could it be that the ugly things she just embroidered on her purse were his horns and ears?
These two questions just popped up in Mr. Long’s head. Before he had time to think about it, he felt numb all over from his ears.
She didn’t care about touching, but she actually pinched and touched from the tip of the ear all the way down to the bottom...
It's itchy, numb and irritating.
As a result, the overly sensitive Mr. Long’s ears trembled even more.
Mu Wanwan touched a few times and felt that the feeling in his hand was not right. He quickly let go of his hand. At first glance, Mr. Long’s entire face was flushed, and even the tips of his ears were red. Shaking and shaking, it seemed very uncomfortable.
She was a little panicked. After all, this didn't happen when she rubbed the dragon before.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Long, did I hurt you?" Mu Wanwan didn't dare to touch his ears anymore, but hurriedly got out of bed, picked a fruit of Bixingcao, and scratched the skin. I wanted him to drink it with trepidation.
Before Mr. Long could recover from the shock of having his ears discovered, he was stuffed with a mouthful of unpleasant green star grass juice.
The bitter juice slid all the way into the body that lacked spiritual power, and was scraped clean by the meridians in almost a moment, leaving only a slightly bitter taste on the tip of the tongue.
Mu Wanwan saw that his face was feeling better, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He threw away the peel and lay down properly. He didn't dare to touch his ears anymore and whispered, "Good night, Mr. Long."
She covered herself with the quilt, closed her eyes, and soon fell into a long-lost dark and sweet dream.
A certain dragon, on the other hand, was still suffering from the impact of having its ears rubbed, and it took a long time to recover.
She actually didn't think he was deformed, and even judging from her attitude just now, she liked his ears. Mr. Long can’t explain his feelings——
The ears of other dragons are different from his. He was hatched in the sea near the abyss where no dragons live. When he was a little dragon, there were no others of his kind around him. He even thought he was a monster.
However, whenever he wants to get close to the abyss, he will be bitten by monsters. Only a good monster will protect him.
He thought it was his father.
Although the monster did not have fluffy white ears or a tail.
Just when he grew into a one-meter-long dragon, the monster disappeared.
He was almost bitten to death and escaped in embarrassment. Later, he realized that he was a dragon.
When he arrived at the Dragon Clan's territory covered in wounds, he was sentenced to be a hybrid because of these ears, which could not be hidden even in human form, and were different from other dragons.
The Dragon Clan will not be soft-hearted, let alone sympathize. Different is different, and heresy is heresy.
Mr. Long endured the pain in his meridians and slowly retracted the ears.
He didn't know if Mu Wanwan had seen other dragons before. If she knew, and knew that the prototypes of other dragons did not have ears like his, would she think he was deformed?
But it doesn't matter. Mr. Long deceived himself by thinking that as long as he put his ears away and she couldn't see him, he would be normal and just like other dragons.
The uneasiness in his heart gradually increased. Mr. Long listened to Mu Wanwan's gentle breathing in his ear and couldn't help but slowly stretched out his hand in her direction.
It wasn't until he touched her palm, forced her fingers to interlock with his, and felt her temperature that he felt a little calmer.
He is a bad dragon, and he secretly thinks that she has married him in public, and has been marked by him for the rest of her life. When he gets better, if she wants to leave, he will lock her up. Rise up and let her be with him forever.
Then make her his true wife.
Dragon nature is greedy, and so is he. At first, he just thanked her for being kind to him, but gradually, he became dissatisfied with this little warmth. With her constant efforts, he became more and more greedy and wanted more and more.
Mr. Long thought, a little bit self-deprecating——
She thought he was in a coma, thought he was unconscious, she might just be taking care of him out of sympathy and some other reasons, maybe she didn't have much feelings for him.
But him, he has sadly fallen deeper and deeper.
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When Mu Wanwan woke up the next day, she felt as if her hand was being held by a ball of fire. She opened her eyes and found with embarrassment that she had grabbed Mr. Long's hand again and took advantage of it. She let go of it with embarrassment. He opened his hand, sat up, and glanced at Mr. Long unconsciously.
At this glance, she felt that she might not have gotten up the right way.
Where are the ears? What about furry ears?
She closed her eyes and opened them again. Mr. Long’s head was still bare, with nothing on it.
The pair of white ears a few days ago seemed to be her hallucination and never existed at all.
Mu Wanwan stayed for a moment, then knelt on the bed uncomfortably and carefully plucked Mr. Long's long hair and searched for it several times.
I really didn’t find that pair of ears.
She felt like she had a bit of a neurasthenia, so could it be that the past few days were all hallucinations because she hadn't seen anything plush for too long?
But the touch doesn't feel fake at all.
After more than ten minutes, she recovered from the severe shock of losing her fur. She picked up the purse placed next to the pillow, touched the unsightly white ears embroidered on it with regret, and counted them. He counted the money inside, sighed, and put it in his arms.
When she washed up, made breakfast, and packed her things to set off, it was not very late outside, around seven or eight o'clock. It's just that the sky is a little gloomy, as if it's going to rain.
Mu Wanwan thought for a while, but still took the broken umbrella with her. If she could go to the market today, she would definitely buy a new umbrella. It would be better to buy a raincoat to make it easier to work.
"Mr. Long, I'm going out." Mu glanced at the little ginseng left and the remaining Baizhen fruit, and frowned. There were no life-saving spiritual plants at home. Once she reached the second level this time, she wanted to try to see if she could get some more valuable seeds from Uncle Zong.
After closing the courtyard door, Mu Wan walked out with a basket on his back.
This time she followed her memory to the place where she had met Hongye several times before, but there was no one there.
She tentatively walked forward for a while. In front of the palace where she and Mr. Long lived, there was a slightly remote place dedicated to the servants.
Since no one is waiting for her here, she should go find them.
When Mu Wanwan walked to the side hall, he happened to see Fuliu walking out with an unhappy face.
She also saw Mu Wanwan, with a flash of surprise in her eyes, and bowed slightly to her, which was considered a salute.
Mu Wanwan knew that it was actually very impolite for her to do this. After all, Mr. Long was still the nominal king of the Dragon Clan territory, and she could also be considered the king's wife. But now the situation is stronger than human beings, so it would be good if they are still alive.
Mu Wanwan didn't know that Ao Qin didn't kill Mr. Long because he didn't get Mr. Long's horn and couldn't open the treasure at the core of the forbidden area. She thought that Ao Qin was perverted for the sake of face and heart.
So she has always been very worried that Ao Qin would be in a bad mood and abuse them someday. Fortunately, this has not happened for the time being.
For this reason, even if the maids were very disrespectful to her, she would not feel dissatisfied.
"Why did the madam come out?" Fuliu looked at Mu Wanwan up and down, feeling a little surprised. Why did she feel that the madam in front of her was different from the one she saw more than half a month ago?
The lady's eyes became brighter, her appearance did not change much, and her clothes were still very simple. The light blue clothes were washed a little white for her, and they were obviously old clothes she brought before she got married. On his back was a large basket with a few copper coins in it. It contained some vegetables and a small cloth bag on top. It looked like there should be some handkerchiefs, purses and other items in it.
Hongye told her last time that this lady bought a lot of rags.
Moreover, this lady gave her a very comfortable feeling. Is it because her strength has advanced?
Generally, the stronger the strength, the more mysterious the person feels, and the temperament will change accordingly.
Thinking of this, Fuliu softened his voice and asked, "Madam, are you going to the market?"
Mu Wanwan nodded to her, "I'll count the time and I should be able to go out."
Fu Liu glanced at her basket and asked, "Madam, are you going to sell vegetables this time?"
Mu Wanwan nodded and did not deny it.
Fu Liu felt that the life of her wife was much worse than his own. She didn't know why, but she felt very happy, "Oh, I only sell vegetables for a few coppers. I remember that you, Madam, are also at the first level after all." Monk, why can you only grow vegetables?"
Mu Wanwan kept smiling, not wanting to pay attention to her, and just said, "Can I go out today?"
Fu Liu looked at her mockingly for a few times before calling out to the yard, "Hongye, are you done yet? Come here."
"Okay." Messy footsteps sounded, and Hongye came out of the yard quickly, but she still had a little bit of unpleasant-smelling blood in her hand, stained with a few black and white feathers. She didn't know what she was doing just now. doing what.
"Ah, Madam is here too." Hongye smiled crookedly at Mu.
"Stop being silly and look at the record. Can Madam go out today?" Fuliu said impatiently.
Hongye waved his hand, "I'm remembering the date. Madam can't go out until tomorrow."
Mu Wanwan nodded, "Then I'll come back tomorrow morning."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, but she met a guard coming out from the side holding a basket. At first glance, the basket was filled with black and white hair balls, the smell of blood was pungent, and there was blood from There was dripping dripping underneath the basket.
With a bad feeling in his heart, Mu Wanwan saw the guard salute to him.
Mu Wanwan nodded to him. When the two passed by, she saw clearly what was in the basket——
It is a bunch of miserable dead hair balls, with black and white feathers and a bright yellow beak.
No, there is still one alive!
She saw its little wings moving slightly.
Mu Wanwan's heart skipped a beat, and when she came to her senses, she had already stopped the guard.
"What's wrong, madam?" Fuliu noticed her movements and stepped forward to ask.
"Fu Liu, what's in this basket?" Mu Wanwan pretended to be a little embarrassed, "What kind of chicken is it? Can it be eaten?"
"Chicken baby?" Fuliu was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed uncontrollably, including Hongye and the guard.
"Why are they chicks? They are a kind of titmouse outside our forbidden area. Perhaps because the forbidden area has more spiritual power, they are bigger than the ones outside. They are also a bit spiritual and very fierce." Hongye is an outspoken person. "This time I heard that Master Ao Xue wanted to eat fruits when he went to the forbidden area, but he was chased and bitten by them. He killed many of them in a rage."
"The masters look down on these **** with low spiritual power and no meat, but we servants get a lot of them."
Fuliu was very amused by this ignorant lady. Seeing her thinner cheeks, maybe out of sympathy, she casually said, "Madam, you are greedy for meat? That's right. Our courtyard is divided into ten If there are a few, I will give one to Madam, so you can eat it, haha."
Mu Wanwan thought to herself that what I have been waiting for is your words, and she showed a happy expression at the moment, "Then I have to thank Fu Liu. It's true that I haven't been able to eat meat for a long time."
Fu Liu raised her chin proudly, "Hongye, go and give the one you just plucked to Madam."
Mu Wanwan shook his head, "Fu Liu, I wonder if I can pick one from this box myself?"
"Huh?" Fuliu was a little surprised.
Mu Wanwan hurriedly explained, "I want to pluck out the hair, wash it and make it into a small decorative object."
"Oh." Fuliu didn't think it was anything, and nodded to the guard, "Then Madam, take your time, I'll go and get busy first."
Mu Wanwan smiled gratefully at her, and without changing her expression, in the eyes of Hong Ye and the guards, she took the thin chirp that she just saw was still breathing in her hand without any gentleness at all, and even deliberately He pinched its bright yellow beak and said, "Then I'll go back first."
"Madam, I will wait for you here tomorrow." Hongye said, and looked at Mu's bent back as he left in a hurry, and laughed with the guard.
The guard looked at her thin back and shook his head, "It's so pitiful that you can't even get meat to eat when you marry our disabled gentleman."
Hongye also nodded in approval and stopped smiling, "Same as my sister-in-law, eh, that's not right, after all, my sister-in-law is still very free. Thanks to Lord Ao Qin's love, I also got a compensation."
Although her brother has lost his cultivation now, he seems to have sobered up recently and started to think better of it. He gave all the savings he had hidden to her sister-in-law and became a coward at home every day. Speaking of which, this lady is called the leader’s wife and the king’s wife in name, but in reality. They were not as good as servants like them.
Just a mouthful of meat made her so anxious.
Hongye didn't think about Mu Wanwan anymore and walked back to the yard. She still had a lot of hair to pull out.
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As soon as Mu Wanwan left everyone's sight, he immediately changed his posture, holding the thin Jiu in his hand, feeling the blood flowing out of its small wings, and quickened his pace back to the palace.
"Chirp..."
As soon as she entered the yard and locked the door, she heard the hair ball in her hand squealing softly, very faintly.
Mu Wanwan hurriedly entered the room, took Mr. Long’s elixir, and briefly treated Shoujiu’s wound——
Starting from the tail of the left wing, it was cut open by something sharp, half of the wing was broken, and the black and white fur was covered with red blood.
Mu Wanwan almost feels distressed to death. What kind of devil is that dragon named Ao Xue?
He couldn't bear to kill such a cute hairball, and it was still such a big piece of hair. The reason was to eat the fruit.
After she finished taking care of the little hairball and applied some Mr. Long's ointment, she carefully wrapped some cloth on the skinny little wings and tied them into knots. After thinking about it, she used a thin thread to tie the skinny little wings. Claws were tied up.
I heard that this kind of hairball has a very violent temper, and she wanted to wait until it healed before sending it away.
Mu Wanwan carefully combed her thin fur and said distressedly, "I'm sorry, there is no way to save your friends."
When she saw the thin ones, some of them were cut in half. Only this one was lucky.
She thought she wouldn't get any response, but she didn't expect that after she finished speaking, the hairball in her hand actually raised its other uninjured little wing, lightly rubbed her palm, and let out a weak cry. Chirp.
It’s so heartbreaking qwq
Mu Wanwan suddenly felt that it was nothing to lose Mr. Long’s furry ears. Now she had picked up a hair ball and brought it back. In the future, she would raise a thin Chiu to a chubby one and turn it into a fat Chiu.
If it wants to leave, let it go.
With a smile on his cheeks, Mu Wanwan gently touched the fur ball’s little head and said, “Little cutie, let’s live a good life from now on.”