I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 56|Fifty-six dragons

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Mr. Long only pressed her lips once, then left immediately, lying on the bed obediently, and made no other movements.

Mu Wanwan didn’t dare to move. Just now Mr. Long kissed her gently, as if a light feather had crossed her lips. With a little light and soft feeling, she was swept away all at once. After that, she didn't even produce anything similar to the book——

Blushing face, heartbeat, weak legs and numb feet, body becoming flaky... a series of Su Tian reactions.

She even felt that she was gone before she could react, as if it was an illusion.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but now she feels that the cheeks that Mr. Long’s eyelashes swept have left a small clear mark on her cheeks. It’s not that ambiguous, but it feels like being chirped by fur. The feeling of taking a lick.

Not annoying.

Even a little helpless.

Mu Wanwan thought for a long time and wanted to think that Mr. Long really had a crush on her, but he felt that a secret kiss was not in line with Mr. Long’s cool and domineering character in the original book.

But... Mu Wanwan, who didn't feel particularly sensitive after being kissed secretly, felt a little embarrassed at the moment. Her face felt a little hot, and the guard in her heart was a little looser.

It turns out that the legendary cruel, cold-blooded and ruthless murderous tyrant can be so cautious. Yesterday, Mr. Long said "holding him" = "holding his arm". Converting it to this level, "kissing her" = "touching her lips chastely" seems very reasonable...

She pretended that she was not sleeping well, and quietly turned over. The movement was not big, but in the quiet night, it was amplified countless times, making the already sensitive dragon's heart beat faster all of a sudden. Still.

He, he really, really kissed her.

Mr. Long’s furry ears twitched, and when he heard the sound of her turning over, he felt sweet, nervous, and comforted himself in his heart——

No, she must not have noticed it.

He was very attentive and careful.

Long waited nervously for a long time, but she didn't move again, and then gradually calmed down.

He felt that he had no regrets.

To his wife, he did many, many things that were embarrassing to his wife. He also allowed himself, indulged himself, secretly, and did many, many things without her knowing.

For him, the existence of his wife is like a little floating light in the eternal night. He can see it when he raises his head, and he can hold her tightly in his hand when he reaches out.

It doesn’t matter if she was forced to feel helpless towards him at first, or later because of sympathy, or out of boredom.

In these short two months, he has grown to like her very much.

Yes, I like it.

When she comes close to him, her heart beats faster, she gets nervous when she calls his name, and when she feeds him, he always thinks about shameless, hateful things that shouldn't be thought about.

He was pleased with her and indulged himself.

When she didn’t know it, he was like a pervert and did everything——

I touched him, hugged him, and kissed him.

Mr. Long felt sour in his heart. Her lips were soft and a little warm.

He just touched it and felt like he could no longer control himself——

I couldn't control myself, I wanted to kiss her hard, I wanted to wake her up, I wanted her to see what he looked like, I wanted to hear her call her husband.

But he was afraid——

Worried that she was afraid of herself, worried that the moment she opened her eyes she would find the fear and disgust in his eyes when he was kissing her, worried that she would feel that he was soiling her innocence, worried that she would cry .

The thought of her hating herself.

The tip of Mr. Long’s heart felt like being pricked by a needle, and he suddenly wrinkled up.

Just imagining that scene made him feel his heart collapse, which was more painful than when a dragon's horn was cut off.

Mr. Long's side was miserable again, and Mu Wanwan was still wondering if Mr. Long would kiss her again tonight.

With indescribable feelings, she was even prepared to feel it properly this time, waiting for Mr. Long to kiss her like the breeze just now.

But after a long time, he didn't move again.

.......

Early the next morning, before it was fully light, Mu Wanwan got up, washed up as usual, finished cleaning up Mr. Long and Mengmeng, and then fed the dragon and chirped the chicken cubs.

Mu Wanwan was actually very calm when she was washing Long's face, brushing his teeth, and feeding him. According to what she discovered in the past two days, Long usually wouldn't wake up during the day, so she could just stay as usual.

After finishing the housework, Mu Wanwan was eating the fruits of Blue Star Grass for breakfast, and suddenly found——

Her diet has changed a lot.

In the past, in modern times, after her salary was paid every month, excluding rent and other miscellaneous expenses, she would spare a few hundred yuan to go out to watch a movie and treat herself to a delicious meal. At that time, spicy hot pot, hot pot, barbecue, etc. were all her favorite foods.

Since she went to school, she was poor and had nothing to eat at first, but then she gradually seemed to get used to it. Only now, she was shocked to realize that she hadn't eaten anything delicious for a long time.

There are only a bunch of Baizhen fruits that taste like orange-flavored rotten apples, and Bixingcao fruits that are as bitter.

Mu Wanwan felt a little bit at a loss. She thought she would earn some more spiritual stones this time, so she went to buy some meat and cook it for herself. She was thinking about it, and wanted to confirm how many spiritual stones were left at home. As a result, when she touched Mr. Long's pillow, several spiritual stones that had been placed before were gone, and there were no traces left under the pillow.

I suddenly thought of the small pile of ashes she swept out from the table next to her when she was cleaning the house yesterday. She didn't pay attention to it at the time. Now that she thinks about it, it seems like the dust left behind after the spiritual stone has been absorbed. .

My eyes were complicated for a moment, then Mu Wanwan realized that it was Mr. Long who gave her the spirit stone.

He doesn't seem to be as unbearable and bad as outsiders say.

To be honest, Mr. Long would give her the spirit stone, which was actually beyond Mu Wanwan's expectation.

The few Qiankun bags that Mengmeng handed over last time contained only a few low-grade spiritual stones, some miscellaneous things, some elixirs, and this one, which was clearly a sapphire bracelet for girls.

She thought that Mr. Long gave her things she didn’t need. After all, Mr. Long now needs spirit stones to recuperate, which she can completely understand. But now it seems that she was wrong.

She couldn't help but gently touched Mr. Long's exposed white ears and said softly, "Mr. Long, I'm sorry."

With a smile on her lips, Mu Wanwan felt a little better. She piled a spare middle-grade spiritual stone and all the remaining low-grade spiritual stones in her Qiankun bag next to Mr. Long's pillow——

At present, it seems that Mr. Long is still very good, and she cannot let him down, and must make good money to raise the dragon.

“Chirp!” Mengmeng stood on the table and chirped towards Mu Wanwan.

Mu turned around, picked up Mengmeng, who seemed to be angry with her yesterday, and put it on her shoulders.

Maojiu rubbed her cheek. The little awkwardness from yesterday had long since disappeared amidst the delicious food and the fragrance of washing. Mengmeng likes Wanwan the most~

After arriving in the yard, Mu Wanwan ripened a Ningxue plant, three bellflowers and three dredging flowers. He went to the bathing room in the side hall, moved a bench, and prepared to stay here. Alchemy.

Mu Wanwan took out the alchemy furnace and placed it on the ground. Following Uncle Zong's previous prompts, he gently fiddled with the device that controlled the alchemy fire at the bottom of the alchemy furnace.

Almost immediately, the alchemy furnace slowly started to rotate and floated in the mid-air. A faint trace of alchemy fire came out from the lower end.

Mu Wanwan was startled, and Mengmeng also chirped a little excitedly. They looked at the hanging alchemy furnace for a long time like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

"啾~"

The cute voice brought Mu Wanwan back to her senses. She did not immediately make the elixir according to the familiar elixir recipe that she had memorized long ago, but first tried to fiddle with the device that controlled the elixir fire with her hands.

Going to the right, the elixir fire suddenly became much stronger, while going to the left, the elixir fire weakened.

However, Mu Wanwan only touched a few handfuls and felt that the entire alchemy furnace was hot.

She frowned. In this case, she couldn't control the size of the elixir fire at all, and her spiritual power was of the wood type, so she couldn't directly make elixirs...

Wait, spiritual power.

Mu Wanwan thought of something, and tentatively imagined his spiritual power as a palm, slowly placing it on the device that controlled the elixir fire.

With great effort, I moved it to the left.

The elixir fire died down immediately, but Mu Wanwan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

She just flipped the device slightly, and she used a lot of spiritual power, and she felt that this speed was very difficult to control. You must know that when refining elixirs, it is difficult to make elixirs without even a trace of fire. Those of the fire system can It is difficult for a monk who directly uses his own spiritual power as a pill fire to control it, and it is even more difficult for her who relies on devices.

Mu Wanwan was not in a hurry to refine the elixir, and spent another two or three hours to adapt to the control of the elixir fire. The spiritual power in the body was not consumed much, only one-tenth was used, but he remained focused on controlling the spiritual power. She felt a little pain in her head and a little tired.

Mengmeng has been very quiet today, watching her with great concentration while playing with the alchemy furnace, without even dozing off. Mu Wanwan found it very strange.

"Chirp~" Seeing her looking at him, Mengmeng tilted her little head and chirped softly. It was extremely cute, and it instantly cured Mu Wanwan's mental exhaustion just now.

She stretched out her finger and tapped the cute little scarf, and started preparing to make the elixir with great enthusiasm!

First put the three bellflowers into the alchemy furnace and turn on a medium-sized fire. Mu Wanwan concentrated on it, and Mengmeng was obedient and did not make a sound. Soon, the three bellflowers were under the influence of the alchemy fire. It turned into a ball of light green liquid.

Mu Wanwan used her spiritual power to drag the liquid from the bellgrass into the air, then picked up the Ningxue on one side and took a deep breath.

The petals of Ningxue melted as soon as they entered, so she had to control the degree carefully.

Mu Wanwan was highly concentrated and quickly tore off Ningxue's flowers. The moment he threw them into the alchemy furnace, Ningxue melted immediately. Mu Wanwan thought that the small enough elixir fire was still not enough, but Ningxue almost immediately melted it. It turned into a mist, and she couldn't save it.

Failed.