I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 64|Sixty-four dragons

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He, he's awake?

Why did you suddenly wake up and not continue to pretend to be asleep?

Mu Wanwan froze on the spot, facing the pair of sober, dark and narrow phoenix eyes, and suddenly lost his words——

It turns out this is what he looked like when he opened his eyes.

The eyebrows are like ink, the gaze is light, calm, but more indifferent than anything else.

The light white snow fell, and the rain of blood on his cheeks gradually turned into a cold touch. The heat in Mu Wanwan's heart looking forward to going home gradually dropped, and formed a layer of blood in his eyes as he glanced over. Ice slag.

She was suddenly at a loss. The scales she had held tightly in her hands fell to the ground, making a slight sound, but it seemed like a violent noise, making Mu bend over like a frightened bird.

She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but her back was pressed against the door, and her backpack had long been torn, falling to the side, and her things spilled all over the floor.

Mu Wanwan’s fingertips were cold and he lowered his head subconsciously.

After leaving the door and coming back, the lying plant-dragon husband turned into a living dragon with a sharp gaze when he was awake. He also shed scales all over the ground. The rich smell of blood made her almost breathless. She didn't know it at all. What should I do now and what should I say.

She was at a loss and didn't know how to speak. She hesitated for a moment, but Mr. Long was so sensitive.

After he saw Mu Wanwan's shocked eyes and subconscious glance back, his glass heart was already half broken.

Sure enough, her previous tolerance and lack of dislike for him were just a fleeting dream of his. She just sympathized with him and pitied him, not what he had imagined.

He is so ugly. Even if he barely maintains his human form now, he has no energy left to cover up the ugly curse marks on his face and the newly broken scars. He must be ugly and ugly, even worse than what he just saw in the bronze mirror. It was so ugly, no wonder she was scared.

Mr. Long’s knuckles behind his back were trembling with pain, but he remained motionless as he faced Mu’s crooked direction.

He felt that he could leave. She was so afraid of him, and he made the yard that she had finally cleaned so dirty, and even used an ugly face to scare her. She had done her best to treat him, and he had already done it anyway. He decided to leave her when he woke up, wouldn't it be nice if she didn't have any feelings for him, so that he wouldn't need to use any means to make her hate him.

As long as you leave quietly.

That’s what Mr. Long thought, but he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

It must be a curse. It must be the reason why the curse has not passed. It must be this way that he can't move in pain. The meridians all over his body seem to be broken. A dragon stands stubbornly upright, as if it is nailed by something. In situ.

A strand of his long black hair hung down on his chest, blown by the cold wind, and he maintained a sculpture-like standing posture.

However, he had no idea that his plush ears, which he had not had time to close up, drooped bit by bit to a terrifyingly low arc, sticking to the top of his head, motionless.

Mu Wanwan looked at him carefully, and saw the change in his ears, and felt strangely relieved——

Fortunately, it was still the same person she was familiar with before, the familiar and sensitive Mr. Long.

Look, her ears are droopy. Based on the days she has been observing Mr. Xiaolong, she may be thinking too sensitively.

Huh?

Mu Wanwan suddenly realized that the dragon in front of him probably didn't know what he was thinking, and he felt angry, anxious and funny. She still didn't know how to comfort her, and the feeling of being at a loss in her heart was much lessened. She mustered up the courage, raised her toes, and only had time to take a step forward, when her sharp eyes saw a certain dragon's body tilting to the side little by little. , looked like he was about to collapse, but he had a cold expression.

Just looking at his face, you really feel like you've been deceived.

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little distressed. His eyes touched the blood and scales all over the yard, and his heart trembled.

She used to comb her hair and accidentally pull out many hair strands, which made her gasp in pain. He had lost so many **** scales, how could it not hurt?

Why do you keep holding on so pale and like a fool? Are you afraid that you will lose face in front of her?

How can he have any dignity when he is here with her?

How can you be so stupid?

With a sore tip on his nose, Mu Wanwan really didn’t know what to say about this dragon. Those who were afraid of the awkwardness and embarrassment had become as small as dust in front of his shaky and drooping ears that were bleeding. .

However, she couldn't help but smile, so she bit her lip slightly and walked in his direction.

Mr. Long was almost unconscious from the pain, and all his spiritual energy was being squeezed dry. He was completely relying on his unwillingness to keep his wife awake and embarrassed. He even felt that the sight in front of him had begun. Faintly blurry.

How else would he see her walking towards him?

Walk towards him, a disabled, scarred, ugly dragon like a dark rat.

It seems that her hesitation, fear, confusion, and shock before were all fake.

He could see the hem of her plain white skirt, across his fallen scales, scratched by those sharp edges, stained with specks of blood. The world in front of him gradually changed, from the gray sky to the folds of her skirt. Mr. Long felt that something was wrong. He seemed to be about to lose consciousness.

When the body fell, a light green bracelet flashed in front of my eyes, and the next moment, a soft touch came from my arm.

"Be good." Her voice came softly, "I'm back."

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the inexplicable emotions in Mr. Long's heart were dispersed. He seemed to have heard some incredible words, and his whole body was shaking. All he had left in his heart was the desire to drag this man to hell. , like a rich darkness, swallowing him whole.

The thoughts she held on to were like a dangerous building that collapsed the moment she touched him.

He despicably fell down her steps, put away his sharp claws, turned into slender palms, and left bright red marks on her sleeves.

.......

Long was stunned and freed, Mu Wanwan was about to be crushed to death by him =_=! !

Mr. Long’s fallen posture can actually be said to be very elegant, but his weight is also considerable! Covered in blood, Mu Wanwan was afraid of touching his wounds, so she could only move his body carefully.

She is a third-level monk. She felt much stronger in the morning. When she came back in the afternoon, she could barely hold a dragon.

Mr. Long is so tall. In human form, he is estimated to be over 1.9 meters, and with the broken horn, he is estimated to be over 2 meters. Xiao Long leaned against her, and Mu Wanwan felt that he could not straighten his arms. .

With great difficulty, she took out the multifunctional folding wheelchair that Uncle Tie had made before from the Qiankun bag and placed it on the ground. She carefully avoided the dragon's wounds. It took a long time to put a certain dragon away. In a wheelchair.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mr. Long, who was sitting in a big silver wheelchair that didn't look like a wheelchair with his head lowered. He was frightened to see the scars all over his body.

She was a little flustered and half-bent to look at his cheek. The curse mark that had been inactive recently seemed to be alive, flowing slowly and separating his cheeks. It was really scary.

Even though she had seen Mr. Long sleeping many times, she still felt a little palpitated.

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at his purple lips, and hurriedly took out the elixir he had refined before.

Mu Wanwan gently pinched his chin and pinched his lips, and the black and red blood clots came out. She patted Mr. Long's back and waited until the blood was almost gone, then she wiped it with shaking hands. After removing the stain on his lips, he took out the Ningxue Dan that he had saved for emergency use, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth. I fed him a few more healing pills.

Then he took out the remaining twelve middle-grade spirit stones and embedded them one by one. The silver armrests of the wheelchair were specially designed to hold things in grooves. He watched the spirit stone near him slowly shrink. Then he took a slow breath.

After waiting two hours, she would feed him the remaining Ningxue Dan. It should be fine.

There was a tingling sensation in her ankle, and Mu Wanwan felt a little sore. She knelt down and sat on the ground. Only then did she realize that she had scratched her skin by some scales that she hadn't noticed when she came in.

The scales of this dragon are really hard, and there should be a little bit of poison on them. Otherwise, she is a third-level strong person after all, and it is impossible to be in pain to the point of being unable to stand still.

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. While swallowing a spirit-rejuvenating pill, he calmed down and used his spiritual power to remove the toxins from his body bit by bit. He sat on the ground and looked at the tattered piece of clothing that Mr. Long was wearing. The tattered light blue brocade clothes, the mood is extremely complicated.

Why was she frozen by his cold gaze when she first entered the door?

A dragon on the verge of coma, with wounds all over its body, and the clothes she bought for it.

It was worn secretly, and it was torn. It didn't cover many scars when it was hung on his body. The posture was quite cool. She almost ignored the tattered clothes on his body because of his cold appearance.

Raising a dragon is really hard, and raising an awkward and sensitive dragon is even harder.

Not only difficult, but also laborious and costlyqwq

The ground was wet and cold, and Mu Wanwan watched the snowflakes fall bit by bit on Mr. Long's broken corner, accumulating small snowdrifts, which seemed to have repaired the broken corner.

She wanted to laugh a little, but also felt a little sad. In the past, Mr. Xiao Long’s horns could split falling hailstones into pieces of ice. Now Mr. Long, even snowflakes can bully him.

After the toxins were removed and his legs could move, Mu Wanwan quickly climbed up, brushed away the snowflakes on his head and a small amount of snow on the broken corners, pushed the cold metal handle, He lifted Long up the steps in front of the corridor with great effort, and freed one hand to push the door open.

Huh? Why can't you push it away?

Mu Wanwan tried several times, and finally used her spiritual power to push the tightly closed door open. She was not sure of her strength and almost fell.

There was no change in the house from when she left in the morning. The door was closed. Except for some things blown to the ground, everything else in the house was in good condition. Mu Wanwan felt warm in her heart. It seemed that Mr. Long was not the same. That kind of cruel dragon, otherwise he wouldn't have run into the yard.

There was one of her slippers near the door. Mu Wanwan looked at the two holes that were obviously poked by the toes of Mr. Long's claws, and stayed for two seconds——

She only has one pair of slippers!

But she did buy Mr. Long slippers this time, and now she decided to deprive Mr. Long, who had been causing trouble, of his right to wear shoes.

Mu Wanwan was helpless. Just as he was about to take off his slippers and get the dragon in, he bent down and saw a small ball of fur falling in the corner.

Cute!

She didn't care about anything for the moment, ran over and saw clearly the little hair ball in the corner——

Beside it was a piece of scales that flew in, cutting off half of its dull hair. Its weak little body seemed to be trembling slightly, and it seemed to have stopped moving.

Mu Wanwan panicked. She carefully reached out and touched Mao Jiu's little body, which was warm.

Not bad.

With a sudden sigh of relief, Mu Wanwan took out a Ningxue Dan, broke off a small half, stuffed it into Mengmeng's mouth, picked it up and carefully placed it in the nest on the table.

She waited for a moment, and Mengmeng's two thin legs suddenly kicked up, and Mu Wanwan heard it cough slightly.

The light in her eyes brightened, and Mu Wanwan almost wanted to cry. She watched Mengmeng cough up a cloud of black mist, then sat up in a daze, and looked at her several times with her small black bean eyes before she looked like After coming back to his senses, he stretched out his trembling wings and hugged her hand.

"Chirp..."

Mengmeng really thought she was going to die, but now she is alive again, but she is a little uncomfortable.

The half-bald hair rubbed the back of Mu's curved hand, not disliking that her hand was still stained with the blood of the bad dragon.

“Chirp!” Mengmeng sat down on the small cushion after a while.

Mu Wanwan took out a healing pill and placed it on its little bed, and touched Maojiu's head, "Mengmeng is so good, he is a very brave little Jiujiu."

She knew that Mengmeng must have been frightened by Mr. Long. Its former friends and family might have been killed by the dragon. How could it not be afraid when it faced the curse of Mr. Long alone? .

Mu Wanwan's comfort was obviously useful. Mao Jiu held the elixir and tears fell from his big eyes, which stuck to Mao Mao. However, he was obviously happy and seemed to have regained some vitality. He began to open his bright yellow beak. Went to eat the elixir.

Mu Wanwan relented, and after confirming that Mengmeng had just been frightened and inhaled a small amount of poisonous gas, and was not seriously injured, she began to think of ways to settle the dragon.

First of all, his tattered clothes are a problem.

Not to mention that it might be very painful to tear off the cloth that is tightly attached to his body. After it is completely lifted, he is no longer half-dragon. What if he sees something he shouldn't see? so awkward.

And if Mr. Long wakes up suddenly, how will she explain?

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long, who had his eyebrows lowered, and the messy yard behind him, and felt that his head was as big as a bucket.

However, no matter what, she couldn't just leave the dragon here, she had to do what she wanted to do.

She didn't hesitate anymore, walked to the bed, folded the bed first, and exposed half of the warm jade bed. After thinking about it, she still couldn't bear to let Long lie directly on the jade bed, and resignedly took out the spare bed she bought before from the cabinet. The mattress was laid out and Long was pushed to the bed.

"Mr. Long, I'm going to put you on the bed."

Perhaps because he hadn't woken up yet, Mu Wanwan was more familiar with his appearance. Mu Wanwan avoided his wounds, moved Long onto the bed, let his limbs stretch out, and put him The quilt that had been stained and washed many times on the bed was pulled over and covered with Mr. Long.