I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 44|Forty-four dragons

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In the Elf Market:

The sky is still very early and gray, and the temperature is gradually getting lower. It looks like it is going to snow. Uncle Zong has postponed the opening of the store during this period. He only opens the store for two hours in the afternoon almost every day, and concentrates on preparing for the auction. Something that will be used.

But today, there was a knock on the shop door very early.

The orc man who is not afraid of the cold is wearing a thin animal skin coat. He is holding his wife, who has recovered a lot in recent days, in his arms. He frowns, "Who is it? Why are you here so early in the morning?"

Yun'er's face looked a little brighter, perhaps because she had experienced the ups and downs on the verge of life and death, and her whole person had a more free and easy charm, "Brother Lei, let me go and see it with you."

Uncle Zong had no choice but to let her go, got up, put a thick fur coat on her, and opened the store door with an unhappy face.

"Uncle Zong." Feng carried the package on his back and held Lan'er's arm tightly with his other hand. He stood at the door wearing thin clothes. He had a bruise on his cheek and was very fragile.

With a flash of surprise in his eyes, Uncle Zong opened the door, "Why are you here? Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

Feng shook his head, his eyes touched Aunt Yun next to Uncle Zong, and smiled, "Aunt Yun."

"Aunt Yun." Lan'er, who was pulled by Feng, also exposed half of her head, her cheeks were red and swollen, and she whispered with tears in her eyes.

Aunt Yun looked at the child's red-eyed appearance. Although he was ugly, she immediately felt distressed. "Oh, why are you crying? Come in quickly."

Feng shook his head firmly, "Aunt Yun, Uncle Zong, today we are here to say goodbye."

Uncle Zong suddenly became confused, "Goodbye? What are you saying goodbye to? Do you want to go somewhere else?"

Both Feng and Lan'er are just ordinary elves. Apart from being good at growing vegetables, they don't have much talent in cultivation. At most, they live longer and are stronger than ordinary humans. It's very dangerous outside...

But looking at the injuries on their faces, could it be that they have been bullied recently?

This thought passed through his mind, and Uncle Zong felt very guilty. Some time ago, because Yun'er was in poor condition and his younger brother kept making troubles, he had almost no time to take care of the two brothers and sisters. Now it seems that they 80% have encountered something that makes it impossible to continue to survive among the elves.

"Are you being bullied?" Uncle Zong's expression suddenly became fierce, and the animal patterns on his forehead were looming.

Feng shook his head, "No, I just feel that the elves look down on us who are not blessed. We might as well leave here and go to a place with less pressure in life. If someone doesn't dislike my legs, maybe I can still Find a sister-in-law for Lan'er."

He said it very easily, and there was even a smile on his face, but the bruise on the corner of his lips was so ironic.

Lan'er couldn't hold back her tears anymore, "Brother, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I don't want to leave!"

Feng just held her hand tightly, pursed her lips, and finally lowered the corners of her mouth a little, "Stop making trouble!"

Lan'er was so cruel that he didn't dare to speak.

She didn’t expect her brother to be so angry. After the ferocious dragon left, he woke up and beat her up. You know, he had never beaten her, even though she had taken meat from the house because she wanted to eat it. She bought meat buns with the money and her brother never beat her.

Lan'er is precocious, so how could she not know why her brother was angry? It's just that she didn't expect that he would be so angry and even decide to leave their home.

That was their home. Even though it was sold to Rouge Shop in order to treat her father's illness, it was still their home. She had lived here for seven or eight years and didn't want to leave at all.

But she didn't dare to speak or refute because she did something wrong.

"You..."

Uncle Zong wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Feng, "Uncle Zong, stop asking, it's really nothing."

Aunt Yun looked at his determined look, stopped Uncle Zong who was about to lose it, and shook her head at him.

Uncle Zong sighed, "Where's the rent? Has it been refunded to you?"

"They told us to leave early and not retreat." Lan'er sobbed, "Brother, can we not leave?"

Feng couldn't laugh anymore, squeezed her hand tightly and said nothing.

Uncle Zong looked at the children who had been growing up beside him for the past two years, and finally softened his heart, "Well, there will be an auction the day after tomorrow, and I need a helper. Please help me this time, and then leave after the auction." ."

Feng knew what he meant and glanced at him gratefully, "Uncle Zong, thank you, but I think today is a good day to set off."

Having said so, Uncle Zong couldn’t say anything more. He only looked at each other and said, “Wait for me.”

He turned around and entered the house. After a while, he took a small Qiankun bag and stuffed it into Feng's pocket. "Uncle, I don't have anything good. I just want to pay you for your travel expenses. If you remember me in the future, I will give it to you." Just bring Lan'er to the market to see us."

He touched Lan'er's head with his big hand, "Will Lan'er forget Uncle Zong and your Aunt Yun'er?"

"No, I won't forget it!" Lan'er's face was full of tears and she threw herself into Uncle Zong's arms, "Oh, I don't want to leave."

Feng squeezed the Qiankun bag in his hand and couldn't say anything if he wanted to refuse. He felt that he was extremely despicable. This time he came to say goodbye. On the one hand, he wanted to say goodbye. On the other hand, he wanted to learn from this elder. The orcs got some life-saving things from them.

He didn't feel humiliated by Uncle Zong's kindness, he only felt guilty.

Feng dragged the crying Lan'er, looked deeply at Uncle Zong and his wife, and left.

He is carrying the ashes of his parents and is surrounded by his young sister. Their road is still very long.

......

"Everyone has gone away, stop looking." Uncle Zong closed the shop door impatiently, pulled Yun'er back, picked a Baizhen fruit and handed it to her, "It's time to eat the fruit."

Yun'er rolled her eyes at him, "Go and find out what's going on, and ask your white-eyed wolf brother outside to look after them."

Uncle Zong scratched his head and said, "I will go without you telling me. Brother was not bad to us before."

The father of Lan'er brother and sister once helped them, although it was only a small favor, but in the past two years, they have also secretly helped Lan'er brother and sister. It's just that this time, if he didn't pay attention, he was forced to leave.

How could he not find out what was going on.

"Yes." Yun'er was still in a bad mood and felt tired again after eating one fruit. Uncle Zong settled the people and went out.

Shortly after Lan'er brother and sister left, there was a wave of cooling. The many consecutive days of rainy days ended, and fine snow fell from the sky. The auction was held as scheduled. Uncle Zong mingled among a group of monks and cautiously changed With his appearance and body shape, he looks more like a wolf orc.

The auction didn't last long. Uncle Zong, who looked like a wolf, walked out with an unpleasant look on his face, and happened to bump into Jin Qiang, a dragon with a proud face.

"Hey, wolf clan." Jin Qiang held a beautiful slave from the fox clan who had just been bought in his arms, looking at her through his nostrils, "Quickly apologize to me!"

"Master, don't be angry." The female slave of the Fox tribe had a charming appearance and whispered with her pink lips. She gently pressed her soft hands on Jin Qiang's chest, which immediately suppressed his anger and aroused his desire. fire.

Uncle Zong was also careless and did not want to cause trouble. "I'm sorry, senior, but I don't have a good eye."

"Humph." Jin Qiang kicked him and said, "Get out."

Uncle Zong left immediately and Jin Qiang proudly took a sip on the beauty's face.

He can spend a lot of money to buy this annoying little goblin this time, but it doesn't matter, Lord Jin Yan also participated in the auction. When he vents his anger, he will go to Lord Jin Yan to ask for a reward.

He has helped Lord Jin Yan so much, shouldn't he get some reward?

Jin Qiang wanted to be very beautiful, but he had no connections and no knowledge to inquire about the information. Naturally, he didn’t know that Lord Jin Yan, whom he thought would definitely give him grace, had returned three days ago, and he was with Bai Long from the White Dragon Clan. Huan escaped from the secret realm together, bringing with him the poison and demonic energy of the abyss monsters.

In a mansion far away from the dragon market, Jin Yan's whole body was shrouded in dark demonic energy. His skin cracked from time to time, revealing the **** scales inside. He was half dragon, half human, and extremely embarrassed.

He was in so much pain that he was about to die, and his originally tough face was extremely ferocious. He shouted loudly, "Where is he! He hasn't come back yet?!"

"Sir, the people who went to the auction are back!" The maidservant's joyful voice came from outside. Jin Yan couldn't wait at all and rushed out. His palms turned into dragon claws and pinched the subordinates who were attending the auction. , "Elixir!"

The subordinate Jin Long's face turned pale in pain, but he did not dare to complain at all. He quickly took out the harvest and said, "Sir, Mr. Bai Huan also sent people there. The money we brought is not enough. , Jinjiang grass was bought half..."

Jin Yan took the bottle of fourth-level Snow Ning Dan in his hand with a distorted expression, stuffed a few pills into his mouth, and after a moment, he spurted out a mouthful of black blood. The mist on his body dispersed a little, and he felt relieved. After getting over it, he sneered, "Oh, that boy Bai Huan..."

He didn't say anything further, he just grabbed the high-grade Qiankun bag from his subordinate's hand, waved his hand, "Get out."

The subordinate's shoulders were dripping with blood, and he withdrew with a respectful expression.

Jin Yan took out a few high-grade spiritual stones from his Qiankun bag. After a while, the previously cracked skin gradually grew back. He summoned his own spiritual cloud and used his spiritual consciousness to explore the treasures in his Qiankun bag. A flash of pain and hatred flashed across his face. He summoned the spiritual cloud and headed towards the residence of the highly respected alchemist Keqing of the Golden Dragon Clan.

In the territory of the White Dragon Clan, Bai Huan's situation was not much better. He was even more injured than Jin Yan. This time he went to the secret realm left by the demon clan's seniors. Not only did he not get any precious cultivation techniques, but I met a sixth-level wizard and a group of fourth-level abyss monsters, and almost lost my life.

"Jin Yan..." Black blood spilled from Bai Huan's lips, and he pinched the pill that his subordinate took back, his eyes full of anger.

When he recovers, he must settle the score with Jin Yan.

Leaving aside how the two poisoned dragons planned to kill each other, Mu Wanwan ran into a problem——

Because Mao Jiu likes to step on Mr. Long when she is not paying attention, and refuses to change despite repeated admonitions.

Maojiu is very spiritual. He has been fed well during this period. His hair is much fuller and fuller. His little scarf is brighter than before. He is very energetic these days.

In the end, only three chicks hatched out of the purchased spirit eggs. Miraculously, all the hatched ones survived. After eating the spirit fruits for a few days, they had already grown feathers.

The Xiaoling chicken cubs are larger than modern chicken cubs. They are covered in a mixture of milky white and creamy yellow down. They are very cute. What’s even more amazing is that they all agree that Maojiu is their mother. →_→

Learning to walk with Mao Jiu every day. Considering that they are still very small, Mu Wanwan simply made a big basin in the house as their nest.

Little Ling Chicken is not dirty, but it is not as clean as Maojiu, who always gets some dirt from jumping around on the floor every day.

So there was such an embarrassing situation——

The weather was good today. Mu Wanwan took out the quilt covering Mr. Long to dry it, and then wanted to bask in the sun as well, so he thought about cultivating seeds in the yard.

Wait until she has been busy for two or three hours before returning to the house.

I found Mao Jiu and three little chickens jumping on Mr. Long.

There was mud on their feet, and dust on their little wings. Mu Wanwan also saw a little chicken that had diarrhea on his chest.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"Mengmeng!" Mu Wanwan was a little angry, and quickly caught a few jumping dumplings, and tied them in a frame angrily, even though the instigator, Mengmeng, opened her eyes wide and "tweeted" Even those who act cute are not spared.

Mu Wanwan tied it with the little chicken that had diarrhea, so that it could experience what it means to share hardships and odors:)

Then she walked to the bedside and looked at Mr. Long, who was pale and frowning... and the dirt on his body, and she fell into a cleaning problem.

She has been here for more than a month and has never really bathed him. She usually scrubs him. Fortunately, he is not very dirty.

But this time, Mu Wanwan felt that she would not be able to live without giving him a bath, not to mention that she would have to sleep next to him at night.

"Mr. Long, how about I give you a bath?"

Mu Wanwan looked at his dirty fur ears and whispered thoughtfully.

So a certain dragon who had just woken up and tried not to dislike the hairballs suddenly became confused——

In this embarrassing situation, should he wake up and wash it himself, or should he pretend to be comatose and let his wife wash it for him? (ω)