I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 63|Sixty-three dragons

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Mr. Long waited quietly for his wife to come back. Mengmeng leaned on one of his hands, making it feel hairy and itchy.

The snow outside is a bit heavy, and the yard is very quiet, but it is not as dead as before. He gently closed his eyes, let go of his scattered consciousness, and the once lonely palace that he only used as his residence slowly enlarged——

The messy burning grass in the kitchen was carefully put away and put together. There were many spices neatly placed on the cupboard, and the spiritual rice was placed on the next floor in a small bag. The nest of three little chickens was placed in the kitchen. There were warm stones in the cage. They were huddled together and playing some unknown game.

There is a piece of land without paving stones behind the kitchen of the side hall. The soil in it has been dug out almost, and there is a shovel next to it.

There was a blood stain in the corner of the wall, which she had accidentally left before. It had turned dark red.

Going through the long corridor, you can reach the main room. It is just a room with her traces and smell everywhere.

The yard is quite big, but very empty. Now there are many plant seedlings placed, most of them are under the eaves. One or two plants are out of bounds, floating in the wind, and the buds fall down. It snowed.

Ah, there are times when she is sloppy.

A smile flashed in his eyes, and Mr. Long moved his legs carefully. The pain from his bones due to the curse made his cheeks pale for a moment.

These days, he has actually gotten better. The time he wakes up is gradually getting longer, and the fifth proto-core fragment is about to be successfully connected. However, most of his spiritual power is still sealed and used to fly or relieve pain. Too extravagant.

After all, he has no way to obtain spiritual stones now, and all his previous accumulation was plundered in that battle.

He is supported by his wife.

Be economical.

After a while, he will try to go outside and get something back.

Thinking of that person's appearance, Mr. Long even felt that the pain eased a little. His toes touched her slippers, and most of the soles of her feet were exposed.

Mr. Long’s cheeks were burned. His feet were very big and his wife forgot to buy him shoes.

As soon as the dragon moved, Mao Jiu's warm backrest disappeared. He was still snoring and fell on the table, but he stubbornly did not wake up and still slept soundly.

Mengmeng is still very young and needs a long time of sleep every day.

Mr. Long ignored it, holding the table coldly with both hands, his light blue clothes swaying in the breeze, his once strong legs seemed to have broken bones, with meridians and muscles pierced from the fingertips all the way. Stiffness, and pain that goes deep into the bone marrow every time you move.

The legs looked intact, but they were rotten from the inside.

Without using spiritual power, he could only rely on the strength of his arms to move bit by bit, worse than a mortal, worse than a cripple.

Mr. Long's knuckles turned white. He finally "walked" out of the table, but was still a long way from the door. The pain had caused dense beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

He turned sideways and caught a glimpse of himself in the bronze mirror in front of the wardrobe——

The face was covered with terrible curse lines, like flowing black-red blood, spread vertically and horizontally, from the forehead to the collar. The long hair at the temples was wet and stuck to the face, which was in sharp contrast with the pale face that was not covered by the curse mark. The lips were blue and purple, and the broken horn on his forehead was hideous and ugly, like a monster.

Mr. Long's pupils shrank. He knew that he looked ugly now, but he had never seen himself like this before.

How could he have the confidence to think that Madam has other intentions for him?

After all, she has always seen herself like this.

It's not the way he deceives himself, but a dragon covered in scars, disabled and ugly.

A bottomless emotion appeared in his eyes, and Mr. Long suddenly felt so disgusting——

She tried her best to take care of him, not despising him for being ugly or troublesome, but he relied on her kindness and her lack of defense to try to get closer and closer to her every day.

But him.

He wanted to drag her to **** with him.

Mr. Long looked at the slightly distorted face in the bronze mirror, darkness grew in his heart, and he let out a broken gasp from his throat.

He was not completely sure that he could protect her.

But he is greedy, hateful, selfish and domineering and wants to be with her.

The desire to possess her is stronger than the desire for anything.

Cold sweat covered his palms, and there was a sudden sharp pain in the crook of his leg where the curse had been directly placed. The curse that had been suppressed took the opportunity to break in, trying to interrupt the fifth proto-core that was about to be successfully connected. His mind was blurred for a moment, and Long The husband's legs hidden under the gown turned into dragon tails, and the scales quickly withered and turned yellow, cutting through his trousers.

Mr. Long’s long eyelashes trembled in pain, and blood slowly flowed from the corners of his lips.

His dirty blood stained the ground, and the scales on his face were looming. His eyes were blurred for a few seconds, and then they quickly regained their clarity. Mr. Long struggled to maintain his clarity, rushed into the yard, raised his hand to seal the door of the room, and brought up a strong cold wind, blowing Huan Mengmeng directly from the table to the wall.

Fat Chiu hit the wall with a bang, and then fell to the ground. His little **** hit the cold floor, and he jumped up in pain.

This bad dragon throws chirps and beats them again!

Mengmeng was particularly aggrieved. She raised her little wings and wiped the corners of her eyes in a humane manner. She got up and gritted her teeth and wanted to settle the score with the dragon. As a result, before she could even take two steps on her thin legs, she was flown in from the window. The scales with black mist hit his head.

Mengmeng was so frightened that she felt dizzy. She felt that some of the black mist had been sucked in by it, which made Mengmeng feel so much pain. It chirped weakly twice towards the half-open window. ——

The place was completely blocked by a huge creature. Mengmeng could only see a lot of blood rolling down from the huge scales. The rich smell of blood made it feel like it was back to the time when it had just hatched a few days ago. when.

Every little chirp playing with it in the forest was killed.

Cute...

Mengmeng also hurts.

"Chirp, chirp."

Wanwan, it would be great if Wanwan was here. Mengmeng thought she was going to die, and Jiu could hardly breathe.

It wanted to nuzzle her again, Mengmeng weakly opened its bright yellow beak, and turned over vigorously. Facing the small nest that Mu Wanwan had made for it before, tears fell from its big eyes for the first time.

......

In the yard, there was the sound of scales falling off and hitting the ground, accompanied by the painful roar of the dragon. If Mr. Long hadn't arranged the formation before, such a large formation and such an unpleasant smell would have erupted within three minutes. Someone discovered it.

However, due to the formation, people who have not stepped within ten meters of the palace cannot detect the abnormality.

The rebound of the curse caused by connecting the fifth proto-core lasted for nearly two hours. The entire yard was dyed red, and all the seedlings that were unfortunately poured with contaminated blood withered to death.

The huge dragon exhausted its physical strength and energy and successfully connected the fifth proto-core fragment.

If it weren’t for the spiritual plants that his wife fed him during this period, which could alleviate the curse, perhaps his core would have shattered and his body would have exploded to death. Even so, he is not much better now. Most of his meridians are broken. Although the curse has been temporarily suppressed, it will still take some time to repair.

Before Mr. Long could recover from the severe pain, he noticed a familiar breath, wearing a bamboo hat, getting closer and closer.

She's back.

The heart clenched suddenly, and an indescribable panic instantly filled the air. The huge dragon ignored the sliding scales and shrank its body bit by bit, but it was still too slow.

Too slow.

——Mu Ben bent over, carrying the basket on his back, saying goodbye to the red leaves, and hurried towards the yard.

She had already thought about it. She would check on Long and Jiu when she went back later, and then went to the kitchen to stew the big bones of the third-order spiritual cow she had just bought. After that, I will do some housework, cultivate some spiritual plants, and wait for the time to refine some elixirs.

It’s harder to dry clothes when it snows. Newly purchased undergarments must be washed before wearing them.

Mu Wanwan was a little worried, her footsteps leaving shallow marks in the snow. She is now a third-level monk, and her control of "force" has reached a certain level, although she is not an attacking spirit. However, as long as the wood spiritual power is used properly, it can be done very easily.

It’s just that she is not very skilled yet, but she feels that her body is much lighter than before.

Mu Wanwan quickly walked within the palace and arrived in front of the courtyard——

I don’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt that today was very different from before. As soon as she approached the courtyard gate, the tip of her nose was filled with the smell of blood, and the sky seemed to be getting darker.

Mu Wanwan felt something bad in her heart. She raised her head and only caught the shadow of a vague giant beast flashing past. The sky returned to light gray and the snowflakes slowly fell, as if everything just now was an illusion. .

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard in his ears. Mu Wanwan was startled. Without thinking, he opened the heavy door lock with shaking hands and pushed the door open.

The overwhelming **** smell hit her, and along with the blood-stained snowflakes that were washed up, the bamboo hat she was wearing was blown away, and her long hair was scattered, turning into a biting wind of blood. There was a clammy touch on her cheeks and dark red spots on her plain dress.

Mu Wanwan felt that the world in front of her suddenly changed from gray-white snowy sky to blood-colored,

She was blinded by the rushing snowflakes. She raised her hands to block the strong wind that stung her cheeks. She tried hard to see the scenery in front of her, but she could only see blurry figures and withered yellow scales falling all over the sky.

She stretched out her hand to grab a piece, but felt pain in her palm.

The pupils shrank, and Mu Wanwan felt a huge wave in his heart. It was Mr. Long’s scales.

Is all this his blood?

She ran two steps in a little hastily. The courtyard door was closed behind her, and her whole body was pressed against the door by the airflow. Her back suddenly hit the doorknob, and she couldn't straighten up in pain.

Physiological tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. Mu Wanwan looked at the fog in the courtyard with a bit of embarrassment as the fog dispersed. A blur of light blue brocade clothes floated in front of her eyes. She could clearly see the person standing in the middle of the messy courtyard——

The black hair is shawl, the horns are broken, the plush ears are dyed red, and the terrifying black and red lines are all over the face.

Everything is familiar to her.

Except for that pair,

The bottomless black pupils.