I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 38|Thirty-eight dragons

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Her soft voice was in my ears, and the ginseng in my mouth had a bitter taste.

Mr. Long’s consciousness passed over the inconspicuous but visible green and black color in Mu Wanwan’s eyes. He looked at her worried look, and finally stopped at the fact that because she had been cultivating spiritual plants to take care of herself, she was better than when he first met her. , on the fingers with a lot of calluses, a heart seems to have been roasted repeatedly——

How could he be so selfish? He only wanted to avoid losing her care.

She has worked very hard, and she has saved these spiritual stones bit by bit.

Besides, the dragon outside is just playing a prank now. If he doesn't get better soon, what if they find it boring and kill her next time?

Such a thought crossed his mind. Mr. Long looked ugly and was almost driven crazy by this idea for a moment.

He will never allow this to happen.

The knuckles turned white. Mr. Long suppressed the fear in his heart, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Wanwan saw that his face was getting more and more ugly. He soaked the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He touched his furry ears with some affection. After thinking about it, he took it again. He held a Green Star Grass fruit in his hand and forced a smile, "Mr. Long, don't be afraid. I'll work hard and I will definitely earn more spiritual stones next time I go out."

"You won't be in such pain then." Mu Wanwan's hands were shaking a little, "Although I'm very embarrassed, I asked Uncle Zong to see if I could get some Jinjiang grass seeds and Ningxue Dan. , I heard they are very good to the demon clan."

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and saw that his face was becoming more and more distorted. She felt really panicked. She was really about to be tortured to death by this dragon——

At first, she just wanted to take care of him and let her go when he got better.

But she had been alone for two lifetimes, and now she had someone who relied on her wholeheartedly. Seeing how painful he was every time, she gradually couldn't let go.

Her words, every sentence, were like gentle knives, causing Mr. Long great pain.

I don’t know how long he struggled before he walked out of the circle of self-harm, his eyes sore.

At this time, he can no longer be willful.

If she knew something he didn't want to remember and hated him, he had nothing to complain about.

Because that's what he is, he's deformed, and his past was like that.

She has already suffered so much by marrying him.

If, if she hates him.

Wait until he wakes up,

Wait until he wakes up.

Be sure to tie her up, lock her up, make her wash and cook for him, not let her go out, and not buy her anything, make her a scumbag, use the prototype she despises to have **** with her, let her She laid a hundred eggs for him and tortured her day and night, making her regret that she had disliked him in the first place.

Mr. Long’s palms were sweaty, embarrassing and painful, cruel and domineering.

Now, he can only recuperate and try to repair the fourth and fifth pronuclei at once, so that he can have a certain ability to protect himself.

Even if someone wants to bully her, he can protect her.

Mr. Long was heartbroken and couldn't bear to commit suicide anymore. He just withdrew his consciousness and went to absorb the spiritual power.

He didn't even notice that his eyelashes were stained with a little moisture, shining with water and shining brightly.

Mu Wanwan thought he was crying in pain, and felt even more uncomfortable——

What a once majestic villain dragon, now he is so seriously injured that he is almost crying unconsciously in pain.

It's really pitiful.

She changed the towel on Mr. Long’s forehead, waited for a while, replaced the ginseng slices in his mouth, fed him a green star grass fruit, and stayed by his side for another afternoon. Seeing that his complexion gradually improved and there was no sign of vomiting blood, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Okay, okay, it’s not getting worse.

"Chirp!"

Perhaps she was dissatisfied that Mu Wanwan had been taking care of Mr. Long as soon as he came back and did not touch himself, so Mengmeng kept chirping.

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. She glanced at Shoujiu and then at the sky. It was a little late. She had to cook, feed Jiujiu, bathe and cultivate plants, so she had to hurry up.

Planning what to do later, Mu Wanwan took the towel off Mr. Long's forehead. Just as he was about to stand up, he felt dizzy and a little sore in his neck.

She rubbed her head and calmed down, but her eyes were still a little blurry——

Are you too tired recently?

Is it still the sequelae of not sleeping for several days?

Mu Wanwan sat back and rested for a while, then walked up to Mengmeng’s anxious chirping. Mengmeng had always been a quiet and gentle little chirp, but today was a bit abnormal.

Mu Wanwan "What's wrong, Mengmeng, are your wings uncomfortable?"

"Chirp!"

Mengmeng opened her big eyes and rubbed her hand with her little fur head anxiously. Mu Wanwan was tickled by it and couldn't help laughing, "Haha, don't rub it."

"啾啾~"

Mengmeng's thin little body stepped on Mu Wanwan's hand, and flapped its little wings vigorously. Mu Wanwan was afraid of hurting it, so she let it jump on her hand.

"Chirp~" Mengmeng didn't seem satisfied, stepping on her hand as if she was going somewhere.

"What's wrong?" Mu Wanwan had no choice but to sit down and hold Mao Jiu carefully, watching it shake its little head in a humane manner, and seemed to be very interested in her face.

"Huh?"

An idea suddenly came to Mu Wanwan’s mind——

It is said that the biggest illusion of human beings is that cats love me, and Mu Wanwan is the same now.

It is said that this kind of **** has spirituality. She looked at the cute little scarf and the cute yellow beak, and she became narcissistic.

She felt that Mengmeng must like her very much, and such a lively Jiu must want to give her a loving kiss.

The eyes suddenly softened, and Mu Wanwan carefully moved her head towards her, preparing to nuzzle her little girl.

But the next moment, there was a stabbing pain in his neck. Mu Wanwan couldn't help but scream. He resisted the urge to throw the fur in his hand and curled up his toes in pain.

Her head was dizzy, she put Jiu on the table with shaking hands, and reached out to touch the neck where Mengmeng had bitten her hard——

God **** it, blood on one hand.

She was wrong, how could she think that Jiu wanted to give her a loving kiss_(:з」∠)_

Mu Wanwan was a little on the verge of tears. She lowered her head to look at Mengmeng. She originally wanted to scold it, but when she saw its pitiful little eyes and little wings still leaking blood, she couldn't bear it and just accepted her fate. Sighing, "You, you..."

She was so depressed that she almost couldn't breathe.

What sin did she commit to end up like this?

"Chirp!"

But Mao Jiu still screamed as if to please her, and she couldn't bear to ignore it when she heard the milky voice.

"Okay, okay, I won't be angry with you anymore." Mu Wanwan sighed and frowned at it, only to see it spit a large mouthful of saliva on the table as if it was taking credit.

Hey!

With a little bit of her blood in it.

Mu Wanwan was a little blind, but the next moment he saw an inconspicuous little purple leaf in the sip of saliva.

What is this?

Mu Wanwan touched his neck with one hand, not caring about being disgusted anymore, and intuitively felt that this was not a good thing.

"Chirp!" The hairball kept chirping, circling the little leaf several times, as if asking for credit.

No matter how stupid she is, she realizes now that Maojiu may not have bitten her intentionally just now.

Mu Wanwan looked at the little leaf that he didn't know what it was, and felt a little chilled, and felt scared for a while.

She frowned, and even felt that her neck was not so painful anymore. Thinking about it carefully, Mao Jiu and Long were fine before, and she was also very quiet when she went out in the morning.

Why did Long start to look ugly as soon as he came back in the afternoon, and even Mao Jiu looked abnormal, as well as this little purple leaf.

She couldn't tell what it was, which meant it must be a plant of a higher level than her.

She doesn’t know what this plant does, but it’s probably not a good plant to be planted on her body in this way. And based on Long Hejiu’s reaction, she was probably plotted against her when she went out today. .

Many scenes flashed through my mind, and finally it stopped at Lan'er's twinkling eyes.

My heart felt like it was stabbed. Mu Wanwan could no longer sit still, and touched Mao Jiu's head in a hoarse voice, "Mengmeng, thank you."

She walked to the box in a daze, took some ointment and applied it to herself briefly. She sat next to Mr. Long and was silent for a long time.

The sky was getting dark, Mengmeng was probably hungry, she kept chirping, and Mu Wanwan moved.

She glanced at Mr. Long and squeezed her hands tightly. The words "I'm sorry" seemed to be stuck in her throat and she couldn't say anything.

It was very cold in the late autumn night. Mu Wanwan silently took out all the things he bought during the day and put them away in categories. He found a small bag and put the small purple leaves spit out by Mao Chi. Housework was taken care of.

She picked out a piece of warm stone that she had finally bought with a lot of money and placed it next to Jiujiu's quilt. Then she took it out and negotiated the price with the boss for a long time. It was said that the five pieces she got at the lowest price could be hatched. The eggs of the spiritual chicken cubs, which were much larger than ordinary eggs, were wrapped and placed in the basket. After thinking about it, I put two more warm stones in it.

Then Mu Wanwan started cooking and feeding the dragon, cultivating seeds, doing housework, washing, embroidering and making purses.

Perhaps she was absent-minded, but the character of Mr. Long she embroidered tonight was very ugly, uglier than the one last time, and crooked, but it was very close to his real appearance now.

Mu Wanwan looked at what he had embroidered and suddenly smiled, his eyes a little sore.

Life is hard, she knows.

It was like this in both lives, and she didn't complain, just a little disappointed.

A little helpless.

She probably guessed something, but she didn't want to think about it.

Take that plant to Uncle Zong next time to take a look. Mu Wanwan pinched a corner of the quilt, his head was in a mess, and he didn't know how long it took before he fell asleep vaguely.

The room became quiet, but a faint purple mist slowly rose from her body and penetrated into Mr. Long's body.

Mengmeng woke up keenly, chirped twice, and waved her little wings, but Mu Wanwan was very tired and she slept deeply.

I just feel like my consciousness is being pulled by something.