I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 43|Forty-three dragons

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After waking up from the dream, time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was already a week later.

Mr. Long is still the same as before, but Mu Wanwan feels that he seems to have a little more movement than before when he was lying down. For example, sometimes when feeding him porridge, he can feel that his whole dragon is a bit unnatural. The trembling, shaking, and for another example, it seems that it is not as painful as before——

His always pale face would occasionally gain a touch of blood, and the ferocious lines that would move from time to time seemed to be suppressed, only moving occasionally. There is also a tail. Although the tip of the tail has been lost, the tail has grown better now and is no longer rotten. The scales have also transitioned from the withered yellow before to the current semi-yellow state. The condition is much better than the last time she went out. .

At this rate, maybe another year? Or not a year, maybe Mr. Long will wake up in a few months.

Occasionally thinking that maybe after he wakes up, he will become the tyrant with only one codename in his original memory. Mu Wanwan will still be a little sad. After all, she has raised a dragon for so long, although he will not It moves, but it doesn't hurt her, giving her endless motivation.

Besides, she even kissed someone and drank their blood...

Although she couldn't tell whether she was looking forward to Mr. Long waking up or hoping he would stay asleep, she was really happy about Mr. Long's current changes.

In addition to Mr. Long, Maojiu is also in good condition. The wound on his little wing is much better. It has stopped bleeding for a long time. The flesh has almost grown back. However, the injured area has no hair and is bare. , only covered with a small layer of feathers, which doesn’t look very good.

But it just seems that Mengmeng is in very good condition, and she just needs to go to bed.

It seems to be very interested in Mr. Long’s pair of furry ears. From time to time, it will jump on the bed, step on Mr. Long’s face and rub his ears. Once, Mu Wanwan returned to the room after cultivating spiritual plants. , I saw Maojiu nuzzling Mr. Long’s ears and opening his bright yellow beak, seemingly wanting to peck off some fur and take it back to play with.

Fortunately, she moved quickly enough, otherwise Mr. Dragon would be in trouble. Think about it, Mr. Dragon, who originally only had a pair of furry ears that could be called cute, completely lost his furry ears and turned into a slippery scaly dragon. .....

"Chirp!" Probably the food has been good recently, and Mengmeng is full of energy after waking up every day. Besides Mr. Long's ears, one of her favorite places is the small basket used by Mu Wanwan to hatch spiritual eggs.

Carefully squatting in the only free space in the basket, he stuffed his increasingly plump little body inside, stretched out his two small wings to cover the two spiritual eggs with difficulty, and hugged one at the same time.

Despite its small size, its small wings can only cover a small half of the spirit egg.

Every time I see this loving scene, Mu Wanwan can’t help but laugh.

It was also because of Mao Jiu that she felt that the days of working non-stop were not so difficult.

Tian Mu Wanwan has been working hard to cultivate seeds these days. Although she has advanced, the success rate of seed cultivation has decreased. The cultivation rate of second-level Bixing grass is only about 70%, and the Baizhen fruit is even more Low, at sixty percent.

Furthermore, the cultivated seedlings also require a lot of spiritual energy to warm and maintain every day, so even though seven or eight days have passed, she has only cultivated eleven second-level Bixingcao plants and nine second-level Baizhenguo plants.

Because Mengmeng has not yet reached the first level, the food she feeds it is the fruits cultivated from the remaining first-level seeds. However, for a certain dragon, the food is better.

"Mr. Long, it's time to eat."

Mu Wanwan prepared dinner, picked a hard-cultivated green star grass fruit, and fed it to the dragon. The fruits of the second-order bistar grass are also translucent, the juice inside is more intense, and the fruits are larger. Generally, she only feeds Mr. Long one piece a day.

Mr. Tianlong has absorbed some of the spirit stones he brought back, leaving two middle-grade spirit stones and three low-grade spirit stones left.

Mu Wanwan still has two low-grade spiritual stones left on his body. Occasionally, when he is too exhausted from cultivating seeds, he will take a sip of the spiritual stones to refuel himself as if to extend his life.

After dinner, while it was still dark and it was not too cold, Mu Wanwan washed the dishes, boiled some water, briefly cleaned himself and Mr. Long, and then prepared to do some handicrafts before going to bed.

The weather is getting colder and colder now, and the probability of cloudy days is getting higher and higher. Moreover, it is not dry and cold, but wet and cold. Every time I wash something, it is painful. It is only slightly better in the house. She goes up The first time I bought some heating stones, the temperature inside the house was higher than outside.

"What are you embroidering tonight?" Mu Wanwan was lying on the bed with a warm stone placed under the quilt, which could provide some warmth like a hot water bottle. She leaned half against the wall and looked at the yawning hair on the bedside table. Chirp.

"Embroider another Mengmeng?" Mu Wanwan thought for a while and decided not to embroider Mengmeng again. She had already embroidered many hair balls, so why not embroider a mandarin duck, which would be easier to sell.

"啾~"

It was getting late, Mengmeng let out a faint chirp, lay down on a warm stone that Mu Wanwan specially placed next to her quilt, and closed her black bean-like eyes.

The oil lamp gradually dimmed. Mu Wanwan was halfway through the embroidery and felt that his neck was a little sore. He did not continue and got out of bed to gently put away his things.

"Good night, Mr. Long."

Before going to bed, Mu Wanwan said hello to a certain dragon next to him as usual, then closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

After he heard her gentle breathing in his ears, and carefully used his spiritual sense to confirm that the **** Maojiu was already asleep, Mr. Long slowly moved.

The quilt was **** two days ago, and Mu Wanwan stopped sleeping with Mr. Long. Now he occupies most of the jade bed at the back alone, and he can move occasionally without being noticed.

The long black eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mr. Long slowly opened his eyes.

The dark eyes reflected the warm light that had not yet burned out. He blinked slowly and shook his ears. He felt the hair on his ears hurt a little and frowned——

He knew that Chirp was holding him up and pecking at his fur while he was sleeping during the day!

However, Mr. Long was still looking forward to the idea of ​​having some close contact with his wife later. He even waggled his tail happily on the quilt slightly.

Well, the first step in intimate contact is to make yourself look better.

Mr. Long blushed slightly and mobilized the spiritual power in his body. After a faint white light, a certain dragon changed from a face full of black and red curse lines and a ferocious broken horn on his head to a man with black hair, narrow phoenix eyes, and a beautiful face. A handsome human form.

A long injured dragon tail also turned into two powerful long legs.

Although he has lost the tip of his tail, his body is still intact when he transforms into human form. I just estimate that he will be a little lame when he walks and his sense of balance is poor. However, his face should not become much uglier. ?

Mr. Long silently raised his arm and gently touched his cheek.

He has nothing now, so this face is all he needs.

So even at night after his wife fell asleep, he didn't know what state of mind he was in. He had to use up some spiritual power and turn into a human form.

Today......

What should I do to my wife?

A few days ago, he held her hand excessively. Because he had enjoyed the feeling of being held by his wife, he gradually became a little unsatisfied. He even wanted to kiss her. Is it too much?

Mr. Long turned sideways, thinking a lot in his mind, but his face was as still as a mountain, and he had inherited the characteristics of facial paralysis that he had suffered since childhood. His long ink-colored hair was spread out on the pillow, and there was a golden light of expectation in his phoenix eyes. A honey-like color flashed past. His thin lips were pursed, and his eyes fell on her, which seemed to be pure tenderness. ——

She looked much better than when he first looked at her with his spiritual sense.

The skin is fairer. Although the eyelashes are not very long, they are curved and very cute. When you open your eyes, they are bright stars. When you close your eyes, they are as quiet as an ink painting.

Her long hair is spread on the pillow, the tips of her ears and lips are pink, and her collarbone is prominent. She wasn't the kind of beauty who could catch anyone's attention at first sight, but she looked like him in every aspect.

Just after one glance, I couldn't extricate myself and fell deeper and deeper into it.

What's more, she is so good, so good.

There was a dull pain in my heart, and Mr. Long’s eyes dimmed——

At first, he thought that she was just a human with an ordinary talent. Although she was unlucky to marry him, when he got better, he would definitely use this life to protect her.

But later, after eating so many fruits cultivated by her spiritual power, how could he not know that her talent was actually extraordinary.

To have such a high cultivation success rate at only the second level, and to cultivate spiritual plants that are much higher quality than those of the same level, and to have the special function of dispelling curses, how can this be considered ordinary?

In this continent, monsters are gradually emerging. The curse of the abyss monsters cannot be completely dispelled by powerful people below the fifth level. The curse of the witch clan is also becoming more and more vicious. Before, there were only Jinjiang grass and elixirs refined at great cost. The medicine works wonders against the curse, and now, his wife has it too.

Although she is still very weak and is even forced to be bound to him, if he wakes up, gives her some guidance on alchemy, gives her some resources, and gives her some time, according to her diligence, she will definitely growing.

When the time comes, the master of alchemy who can refine and dispel curses will become a guest wherever he goes. Even in the most noble special life alliance, he still has a place.

Even, she will become better and better, more and more dazzling. Although he is good-looking, there are many people in the world who are almost as good-looking as him. Moreover, she has never seen him in human form. What if he happens not to be the one she likes?

His idea of ​​tying people to his side is indeed selfish.

Now that he has no horns, his strength is greatly reduced. Even if all the seven broken proto-cores are linked together, he can only regain 80% of his original strength.

He can't beat a seventh-level strong man, and he will die even if he is beaten by a sixth-level man. He even walks like a **** without using spiritual power. Can he take back all the power from Ao Qin? It's hard to say, asking her to follow him is really a good or bad dragon.

He should let her go free.

He should let her go free.

Now she doesn’t know that he is awake, she just takes care of him out of responsibility and sympathy. Mr. Long can’t help but think of that hug. He can only deceive himself and think that she is just cold, she is just cold, she has no feelings for herself What does it feel like.

But even so, even though he knew that his behavior could not be called a gentleman, even though he felt that he was as dark as a mouse, Mr. Long still decided to indulge himself.

She didn't know anything. She was sleeping soundly and he kissed her gently, so she wouldn't know.

My heart was pounding, beating painfully and violently. Mr. Long moved slightly, wrapped himself in a quilt, and moved little by little above Mu Wanwan.

Putting his arms on both sides of the pillow, he looked greedily at her sleeping face.

Fortunately, Mu Wanwan's sleep was not very light. She was lying on her side and felt the changes in light and shadow, but she only fluttered her eyelashes and did not wake up.

I really want to...

I really want to kiss her.

The blood gradually boiled, and restrained sweat broke out on Mr. Long's forehead. His cheeks turned red, but he had a cold expression and his brows were furrowed, showing a very reluctant expression.

"Madam..."

He heard himself whispering softly, his voice was hoarse and deep that had not been spoken for a long time, with terrible paranoid desires, echoing in the quiet room.

"I..."

Mr. Long tilted his head slightly, the blush on his face became more obvious, and his brows furrowed more tightly.

He wants to say, can I kiss you?

Just like every time Mu Wanwan wants to touch his ears, bully the sleeping person.

But it was obvious that he couldn't say anything, he just said "I", as if he was going to kill Long Lao.

Old Long, who has been single for many years, really cannot say anything.

Mr. Long has been brewing for a long time, with an indifferent expression of bitterness and hatred. After holding it in for a long time, he finally created the word "I".

The spiritual power in his body passed quickly. Mr. Long struggled for almost a quarter of an hour, but still couldn't say it out. He had no choice but to let himself go. He silently simulated the scene where the lady agreed in his heart, and then slowly bent down and pulled him closer. the distance between the two.

Her face gradually enlarged and she got closer and closer to him. Mr. Long’s heart beat faster and faster, and his blood surged——

The two breathed each other, and her warm breath sprayed on his lips, causing a terrible shiver.

No, he can't stand it anymore.

Mr. Long's face turned red, but he still couldn't kiss her. He slowly, slowly, carefully touched her cheek.

It's very light, like an illusion.

Mr. Long was almost out of breath. Even though he had a serious expression, he couldn't resist the flushing on his face.

He didn't notice at all that his ears popped up the moment he touched Mu Wanwan. At this moment, the pair of ears that could reveal his mood were rising and falling with the sound of his breathing that he tried his best to suppress.

I don’t know how long it took, but Mr. Long calmed down a little. He felt that there was not much spiritual power left in his body, and he thought a little shamelessly, how about another kiss?

Just when Mr. Long blushed and twitched his ears, preparing for another kiss, Mu Wanwan seemed to suddenly notice something. His eyes were sleepy and his eyelashes trembled, as if he was about to wake up.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and Mr. Long's heart trembled. The sweetness that had just risen turned into ice-like fear.

There was even a sudden feeling of nausea. His pupils constricted and his body tensed instinctively. When he reacted, he had already bent over and buried his head on the pillow beside her neck, trying to do the ostrich trick. Cover up his cheating behavior.

Mu Wanwan felt something pressing against her, which was very uncomfortable. She was in a daze and felt furry around her neck.

Mr. Long was extremely nervous. You must know that his wife had never woken up in the middle of the night a few nights ago. The heart that entered the cliff was hung by the branches again.

"Mengmeng..." Mu Wanwan called his own Maojiu's name vaguely, "You ran to the bed and fell asleep again..."

Maojiu?

Mr. Long's ears twitched, and a flash of thought flashed through his mind. He tensed up with difficulty, his handsome face burning with panic.

He whispered in her ear, making the kind of cute voice that he despised the most, that he had complained about countless times in his heart, and that was exclusive to Mao Jiu——

"Chirp..."

The voice is low, hoarse, and quiet, with a slight upward pitch at the end. There is nothing cute or sweet at all.

Unexpectedly, Mu Wanwan didn't hear it.

She was half asleep, and when she thought about it, she felt that the hairy chirps pressing down on her were too heavy, so she tried and didn't bother to lie down again, "Well... I've gained weight."

Mr. Long felt that her soft body was gently pushing against his chest through the quilt, and the whole dragon was about to explode. In order to lower Madam's vigilance, he whispered again, " Chirp~" twice.

Then, with a blushing face, he quickly returned to his original position.

God knows he almost stopped breathing. Mr. Long's heart was beating violently, and he felt that his life would be in Mu Wanwan's hands sooner or later.

Before he recovered, Mu Wanwan felt something was wrong.

Although Mao Jiu is fat, he can't possibly gain that much weight, right? And why does she think Mao Jiu's voice is weird?

The more she thought about it in her sleep, the weirder she felt. Could it be that she had seen a ghost?

This thought suddenly appeared in her head. Mu Wanwan opened her eyes suddenly, gasped twice, and half sat up. The lights in the room were about to burn out, leaving only a little dimness. Under the bright light, she subconsciously looked towards Mr. Long beside her pillow——

The furry ears are still there, no, why are the black and red lines on the face gone?

My heart suddenly jumped up. Combined with the ghost suspicion just now, Mu Wanwan's heart was beating wildly. She felt that she was about to be frightened to death. She called Mao Jiu's name a little incoherently——

"Cute..."

"Cute..."

"Chirp...?"

"Chirp!"

Hearing Mu Wanwan’s call, Mengmeng struggled to get up and responded to her with a milky voice. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Mu Wanwan’s expression that she was about to cry, and nimbly got up from the bedside table. He jumped to the bedside, jumped into her hand, and rubbed his little head against her palm.

"Tweet?"

A warm feeling came from her hand, and Mu Wanwan's heart gradually returned to warmth, but she was still trembling. The more she thought about it, the more afraid she became. What if, what if, the person lying next to her was not a dragon? Sir, what should I do if it is a ghost?

"Cute..."

"Chirp!" Mengmeng responded to her loudly, and gave Mu Wanwan a comforting kiss of love.

Mu Wanwan touched Mengmeng’s little head, made up his mind, and suddenly looked towards Mr. Long——

Ah, the familiar Mr. Long.

Lying motionless and obediently.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the cold sweat from her shock a little embarrassingly. She gently put Maojiu on the bedside table, got up and lit a lamp.

The room suddenly became brighter, and Mu Wanwan woke up completely.

"I'm sorry, Mengmeng, for disturbing your sleep." She apologized to Mengmeng in a low voice, which resulted in a bright chirping sound.

"Fortunately you are here." She said and smiled, and was about to say something to Mr. Long who was still lying down when she heard a crisp sound of shell breaking.

"Chirp!" The hair ball suddenly became excited, waving its small wings that could not fully support its body, and glided all the way to the basket containing the spirit eggs.

Mu Wanwan also became energetic. She put on a coat and walked to the table.

The light came on, and she could see clearly what was in the basket——

There were cracks on two of the several spiritual eggs originally placed in the basket.

"Kacha", "Kacha",

Slowly cracked.

Is this, are there any chickens about to hatch?

Mu Wanwan was a little surprised. She actually thought that these eggs could not be hatched at first. After all, the temperature was so low now. Although she bought a warm stone and covered it with a handkerchief, Mengmeng also used her little wings from time to time. Covering a few spirit eggs, but she didn't hold out much hope.

In fact, the egg seller said that this is a first-level spiritual egg. The probability of hatching without a hen is very low. If it does not hatch for more than five days, it can usually be eaten.

But maybe because she experienced Mr. Long’s dream, she had some emotions. She was originally going to eat it before it hatched ten days later, but now it gave her such a big surprise.

It would be great if Mr. Xiaolong was here.

If Mr. Xiaolong sees his big and little babies hatched, he will be very happy, right?

Mu Wanwan’s eyes were gentle as he watched the two fragile chicks break out of their shells little by little and move toward the cute birds they first saw=_=! It made a clear, begging cry.

However, Mengmeng didn’t think anything was wrong and happily greeted them with a “chirp”.

Mu Wanwan was embarrassed and couldn't help laughing.

Come on, the chicks have hatched, and she probably won't have to sleep tonight.

Full of energy and schedule for the next things, Mu Wanwan's expression was happy and soft that he didn't even notice.

Mr. Long slowly withdrew his consciousness and calmed down after almost being caught. Looking at Mu Wanwan, Mao Jiu and the newly hatched, ugly chicken cubs, Mr. Long’s lips curled up slightly. Wu Zha raised his head, but his eyes were a little sore.

He, he already knew it.

He already knew it.

He knew this the second year after he lost his "home" and was forced to flee.

An egg that looks like this is a spiritual egg and cannot hatch a baby dragon.

Even if the names of the spiritual eggs are Dabao and Xiaobao, they still cannot be hatched.