I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 54|Fifty-four dragons

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What?

Hug, hug, hold him?

Mu Wanwan was immediately confused by Mr. Long's words. She wondered if she had hallucinated and heard wrongly. Otherwise, why would Mr. Long let her hold him?

He, even if he woke up recently, he shouldn’t be so, so indifferent to himself_(:з」∠)_

Mu Wanwan tried to relax herself, feeling strange and unfamiliar in her heart. She couldn't tell whether it was shame or anxiety, or even a trace of expectation buried deep in her heart that even she herself was not aware of.

She is waiting, she is waiting for his next move.

She hoped that everything just happened was her imagination——

After all, a plant dragon she always thought was unconscious suddenly woke up. He had slapped Fuliu in the face for her before, and later gave her a Qiankun bag and a bracelet...

Furthermore, she couldn't recognize the owner of the Universe Bag before. Her fingers were wet last night. She didn't know what he did, but she was able to recognize the Owner of the Universe Bag.

Mu Wanwan’s head was in a mess, filled with random thoughts and his soft “Madam”.

If, if,

Isn’t this dragon pretending not to wake up when it wakes up and doing unknown things to her every night? Isn’t it very... very bad?

She still waits, if this bad dragon is going to say something forceful (wha——) to her unknowing self at night, even if she risks being killed by the scum dragon that outsiders call a bad temper. , she will definitely rise up to resist.

She has always been a person with a strong bottom line. Even if Mr. Long is her nominal husband, he cannot force her.

Mu Wanwan was thinking wildly, nervous and scared. She felt that the palm of Mr. Long's hand on her was getting hotter and hotter. His body temperature was about to burn into her heart bit by bit.

She closed her eyes, and her body actually trembled a little differently from when she was sleeping in the past, but a dragon that finally had the courage to take a step closer was so embarrassed that it almost couldn't breathe.

The mighty dragons that dominate the continent and dominate all directions disappeared without a trace, and the entire seventh-level consciousness that the single old dragon spent more than a hundred years cultivating with difficulty was also knotted in the air and entwined together.

Mr. Long was almost unbearable just thinking about what to do next. The man beneath him was slightly strange, but the dragon, who was addicted to secret love, didn't notice at all...

He didn't even dare to look at her face, but slowly, slowly, he turned Mu Wanwan over, and gently put her arms into a position. That kind of posture, lying on your side facing him, as if you were holding something.

Then, carefully, slowly, and on the verge of spontaneous combustion, he lay next to her and stuffed his arm between her two arms.

Finally, he touched her head gently again, satisfied and blushing so much that she stopped moving.

Mu Wanwan, who was mentally prepared to risk losing his life for a while and put up a resistance, said: "..."

Oh no, Mr. Long said "holding him" = "holding his arm" ≠ "he wants to force (?) her to hold (?) her"

The moment Mu Wanwan wanted to understand, she had a complicated mood. She felt that she had some misunderstandings about Mr. Long. The fear that he would force her to do something that had arisen in her heart gradually dissipated.

It’s just that she still doesn’t understand Mr. Long’s behavior of waking up but not saying anything, plus he woke up like a perverted boss tonight and ended up hastily like a pure and childish dragon... .

In short, she only has one sentence——

It turns out that he is such a dragon.

However, she was not disgusted by Mr. Long like this.

My mind suddenly relaxed a lot. Mu Wanwan felt a high degree of heat coming from Mr. Long's body. After staying up for most of the night, his eyelids finally shuddered and he fell asleep completely.

.......

Early the next morning, Mr. Long’s arm that had been stretched out under his quilt had been retracted. He was lying on his quilt in an orderly manner, with the same posture as before. If the memory of last night hadn’t been too clear, Mu would have Wanwan almost thinks that these are all his hallucinations.

Mu Wanwan seemed to be living in a dream, she rubbed her face and the tips of her ears felt a little hot——

He called her madam, indicating that he also knew that she was his wife in name only.

Wife...

After exhaling a small breath, Mu Wanwan slowly climbed up from the bed.

It was obviously cooler today, but she felt a lot hotter than usual.

After she got dressed, she couldn't help but look back at the "weak, helpless and pitiful" Mr. Long, and patted her cheek gently——

Then, will she no longer be a single little fairy?

She, she seems to have an extra husband.

When washing and doing housework, the bracelet on his wrist always showed his presence. Mu Wanwan was nurturing the spiritual plant in a depressed manner, with an absent-mindedness that could be seen on his face.

"Chirp~" Mengmeng walked back and forth like a little guard as usual among the many potted seedlings cultivated by Mu Wanwan, and then lifted the leaves of the seedlings twice before turning her attention to Mu Wanwan. On the body, he chirped twice to express concern.

Mu Wanwan touched its little scarf and wanted to whisper to Jiu for a while, but thinking of the dragon who might be awake, he felt that his breath was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get up or down.

She has received too much information from yesterday to now.

My heart was in a mess. After all, a husband who was in a coma and would not hurt her at all was completely different from a husband who had secretly woken up but didn't tell her, and who might still be hiding many secrets.

Mu Wanwan couldn't accept it for a while. She knew too little about Mr. Long. Apart from his childhood experience and his current misery, she knew nothing about his past.

Even though she didn't see malice or disgust from his behavior yesterday, she even felt only his caution and pity.

It’s just that this is in a book. According to the plot of the **** novel she has read, Mr. Long will fall in love with Bai Shuiyao when he wakes up.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan's heart became even more chaotic, mixed with a hint of helpless sourness and bitterness.

She knows, she knows.

Ever since she learned from Mao Jiu that Mr. Long was awake, she had vaguely realized that she didn't have any feelings for Mr. Long. And he didn't force her last night. Thinking about it carefully, even if he woke up early, he never hurt her, and even helped her vent her anger and gave her something...

I don't know what kind of emotion welled up in her heart. It was a little sweet, a little lemon, and a little worried about the unknown and a new life, which made her a little reluctant to move forward.

Sighing slowly, Mu Wanwan stroked two handfuls of chirps as if to vent his anger, turning Mengmeng upside down. "Chirps!" Mengmeng screamed in protest, but was cruelly dismissed. Bending and rubbing.

It's already early winter, but the weather is nice today.

The sun shines in the yard, shining on the messy fur ball. Not far away, the rooster cubs are also chirping, and the custard-yellow and milk-white roosters are crowded into a pile.

The Ningxue planted yesterday actually bloomed.

The white and crystal petals spread out, like the depression in her heart, which also spread out with the slowly blooming flowers.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mengmeng's embarrassed escape, and suddenly laughed out loud as if he was stupid, feeling a little relieved at once——

Forget it, what’s the use of thinking so much?

The dragon woke up as soon as he woke up. Could it be that she could turn the dragon into a plant dragon again? It was just that he woke up earlier.

Besides, what if she really likes Mr. Long? She always looks at the dragon with the colored glasses that Mr. Long likes Bai Shuiyao in the book...

Thinking of Mr. Long’s cautious appearance last night, Mu Wan curled up the corners of his lips, wondering if Long would cry?

Mu Wanwan blushed. She didn't want to expose Mr. Long. She preferred to believe that Mr. Xiao Long, who was kind when he was young, would be the same when he grew up. He probably didn't mean not to say anything. And if it were revealed, wouldn't it be particularly awkward to have their eyes meet? In this small courtyard, you can't see it when you look up, and you can even sleep on the same bed.

Who knows if this dragon will be completely different after "waking up" completely? What if he has a bad temper and doesn't say a word for a long time...

She, she feels life is suffocating just thinking about it...

However, it is one thing not to reveal it, but another thing entirely whether she pretends to be asleep or not.

Mr. Long, as one of the top strong men in the mainland, even if he is injured now, he is still awake and should not be worse than when she first met him. Mr. Long, who has regained some strength, will surely find out that she is pretending to sleep.

Mu Wanwan smiled softly, she suddenly felt that she was a little bad——

She, by doing this, is tantamount to giving the choice of the relationship between the two to Mr. Long.

What would Mr. Long do if he found out that he was pretending to sleep?

Wanwan, who suddenly figured it out and put all the pressure on Mr. Long, finally felt better. She let go of the messy Mengmeng and started cultivating the spiritual plant with great enthusiasm.

Today, according to the plan, she had to cultivate enough materials to refine two furnaces of the Spiritual Recovery Pill.

With her thoughts figured out, Mu Wanwan became more efficient, and her grasp of the spiritual power in her body became more accurate. She pinched two bellflower seeds and felt them briefly before she immediately judged this. Two seeds are not worth cultivating.

Mu Wanwan didn't even notice. She was completely immersed in a mysterious realm. She felt that her judgment on the subtle vitality and value of seeds had reached a very accurate level, and she didn't even consume a trace of it. Spiritual power, the spiritual power of heaven and earth will pour into her body enthusiastically, helping her fill the emptiness.

She cultivated continuously, and as the green light circulated on her fingertips, spiritual plant seedlings were cultivated one after another.

Mengmeng looked very exciting at first, but soon got tired of it. However, it did not disturb Mu Wanwan, and just jumped into the nest at the side of the bed and lay down to sleep.

But when Jiu Jiu woke up, the room was almost dark, Mu Wanwan still maintained almost the same posture, and Mao Jiu felt a little aggrieved.

Mengmeng is a little hungry.

Just when Mengmeng was about to launch a "chirp" sonic attack, a pale hand stretched out and pinched its small mouth tightly.

Mr. Long was half sitting on the bed, with his long dark hair draped over his shoulders, and black and red curse lines surging on his face. He half-closed his eyelids, and his raven-black eyelashes were very long. He held the chirp with one hand and brought it to him. He raised his index finger with the other hand and pressed it gently on his lips, as if to say:

"Shh——"

"Don't make a sound."

Mengmeng nodded her head in confusion, but it still hurt a little. Chiu, today was really unlucky, being rubbed by someone and scared by a dragon.

At this moment, Mr. Long was not worried at all that Mu Wanwan would find out that she had woken up. He used his consciousness and spiritual power to drag a few pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones that she had placed beside her pillow before and slowly brought them to her. around.

His wife had an epiphany. But the spiritual power of heaven and earth alone is still limited. At this time, only by absorbing more spiritual stones can the enlightenment be maintained for a longer period of time.

Mr. Long was quite experienced in this matter. Mr. Long's deep black eyes looked in her direction, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he felt a little lost.

Her wife is indeed extremely talented. This time, she will probably advance to a third-level wood monk.

It has been less than two short months since he first met her.

Even if a drop of my own hard work plays a role in it, it is still quite powerful.

She is so good, she is so good.

He couldn't delay her anymore.

The meridians in the body are getting better little by little, but Mr. Long is not happy.

When the fifth proto-core is connected, he will have to become Slag Dragon.

With his lips pursed, Mr. Long’s heart is fragile. How long can he have such happiness? How many days? Ten days?

Before the lady notices that he is awake, before it will cause any influence or harm to the lady.

Just allow him, just indulge him, and go too far.

There was a suspicious warmth in the cheek straps.

Having held hands and hugged her, next time, he wanted to really, really kiss her.

Isn't that too much?