I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 65|Sixty-five dragons

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Mu Wanwan tucked Mr. Long's quilt, then took out the spiritual stones from the wheelchair that had not been absorbed. According to the method taught by Uncle Tie before, he pressed the hidden button on the side of the wheelchair. The wheelchair was very It soon turned into a rectangular silver folded object.

She put away the wheelchair, placed the spiritual stone next to Mr. Long's pillow, took out a small bottle of ointment, and applied a layer of the wound on her ankle that was scratched by Mr. Long's sharp scales.

"Chirp." Mengmeng finished chewing the pill, held the small mat tightly, tilted her head and acted coquettishly at her.

Jiu was really frightened and didn't want to be left alone.

Mu Wanwan took the ointment, walked to it, gently applied some on the scratched areas on its wings, rubbed Mengmeng's little scarf, "Mengmeng is so brave!"

"啾~"

"Can Mengmeng help me watch Dalong in the room?" Mu Wanwan had a smile on his lips. He didn't know what state of mind he was in, but he thought Mengmeng might be able to understand.

"Chirp!" Mengmeng shook her hair and suddenly became energetic. She turned her little chubby body and faced the direction of the ugly dragon. She chirped twice as if to express that she would be able to achieve perfection. mission accomplished.

Mu Wanwan was in a better mood because of its cuteness. She wanted to pick one of the seedlings that had been placed in the corridor in front of her door and grow it into a fruit and put it next to Mengmeng. When she went out, she saw that the corridor was full of The remaining seedlings were all dead, and the soil looked unusable.

Mu Wanwan glanced at the unconscious dragon lying on the bed, feeling very heartbroken——

There are dozens of seedlings, and it’s getting cold now.

It doesn’t matter if the seedlings are cold, the main reason is that the soil can no longer be used, and she has to dig the soil again.

Mu Wanwan looked at the yard and saw pools of blood and scales on the ground, stained on the walls and door. The snowflakes fell, and the parts that didn't have time to accumulate turned into blood. At first glance, it was even scarier than the murder scene.

Fortunately it is daytime now, and her heart is much stronger than before, otherwise she might not be able to keep calm now.

Mu Wanwan quickly thought about what to do next, boil water, wash the dragon, and make money.

She smelled the **** smell filling her nostrils, heard Mengmeng coughing quietly, and simply closed all the windows and doors in the room. In the past, opening the windows allowed ventilation, but now it's so cold, and the smell of blood is everywhere outside. From time to time, some black mist rises from Mr. Long's fallen scales, which is probably not a good thing.

Mu Wanwan frowned, held his breath, carefully avoided the scales on the ground, walked to the door of the courtyard, and picked up the backpack and some scattered things that had been broken by the bad dragon's landing airflow——

There was nothing particularly valuable inside, only some inexpensive things. A hat she bought for herself and some fabrics to make a quilt for Mengmeng were all scrapped, stained with blood, and... It’s so tattered that it’s better to buy another one than to repair it.

Mu Wanwan was a little sad. After finally making some money, he saw a pretty hat, but it was gone.

The backpack was also broken, but it was worthless, but she would have to make do with a bag next time she went out.

Mu Wanwan picked up the things and felt that he was about to suffocate. The weather was not good today, the wind was not strong, and the smell lingered.

When she got to the kitchen, she boiled the water first, then looked at the three quivering chicken cubs huddled in the cage, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, nothing happened to them.

While waiting for the water to boil, Mu Wanwan took the shovel and the remaining flower pot from the Qiankun bag and prepared to dig the soil. When she arrived at the back of the courtyard, she discovered that Mr. Long's scales were also scattered on the ground.

Mu Wanwan then raised his head and looked at the roof, which was shining with bright blood.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

This dragon probably flew into the air and turned over like crazy!

She hurried to the place where she dug the soil before. It was still the same as before. There was no blood from Mr. Long. Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief——

Many plants cannot be cultivated by spiritual power alone. In other words, her current strength cannot turn all seeds into plants out of thin air.

When Mu Wanwan was only at level one, she could directly use her spiritual power to spawn burning grass seeds, but she could not spawn first-level green star grass seeds. Now that she is at the third level of strength, she can produce second-level Green Star Grass seeds, but there is nothing she can do against Ningxue, who is also at the second level.

Soil is a must, and the more spiritual soil, the better.

Fortunately, her current strength and stamina are not comparable to those before. She quickly dug the soil for more than a dozen small flower pots and swept the snow around the side hall.

Temporarily putting the flowerpot filled with soil into a small Qiankun bag, Mu Wanwan decided to put his working place in another side hall. The space there is also large, and he can clean the area in front of the study. Come out and plant seedlings.

When she returned to the house with boiled water, Mengmeng was almost asleep——

It tried its best to keep its eyes open and stare in the direction of the dragon, moving its little head little by little. When it heard the door being slowly pushed open by Mu Wanwan, it immediately shivered all over and was so frightened that it almost rolled off the small mat.

Mu Wanwan put the water away, took a small handkerchief, wet it and wring it out, then walked to Mengmeng's side first, wiped off the blood on Jiu's head, and then held her a little toughly. The **** Maojiu was stuffed into the nest.

The touch on Mengmeng's belly felt very comfortable, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep, like a slightly trembling hair ball.

Mu Wanwan calmly retracted his hand, hung up the small handkerchief for Jiu, took out the large handkerchief for dragons, walked to a certain dragon, and was about to start wiping the dragon clean.

She glanced at Mr. Long carefully. He was lying quietly, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was in pain, and his cheeks were stained with blood.

Mu Wanwan said softly, "Mr. Long, let me scrub it for you first. I won't take advantage of you."

As she spoke, she felt a little bit off. After all, there would be inevitable physical contact in such work as scrubbing. It was okay that she had touched some before Mr. Long woke up. After all, he didn't know.

But now, he is conscious.

Mu Wanwan’s cheeks felt hot, but she slowly wiped them clean.

His long hair didn't have much stain on it. It had just been cleaned not long ago and was very soft.

Mu Wanwan frowned and looked at the tattered light blue brocade clothes on his body, took a slow breath, thought about it and slowly took off the clothes wrapped around him.

This time, she looked at the wounds on his body and her heart trembled——

Dense crack-like wounds crisscrossed his chest, winding all the way down, covered with scabbed blood scars. She didn't even know how to clean them for him. It seemed like if she moved even slightly, his wound would open.

Mu Wanwan shook her hands and was a little at a loss. She was stunned for a moment and saw a scar on his chest slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The stone was also broken into powder.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She suddenly felt that she was really worried. Mr. Long had a very strong self-healing ability. As long as he had sufficient spiritual power and elixirs, he could heal the wound quickly.

In a better mood, Mu Wanwan carefully avoided some deep wounds on his body and wiped the entire dragon clean.

When he was about to pull off the clothes around his waist, Mu Wanwan felt weird and wanted to skip it——

Mr. Long is no longer half-dragon, with two straight long legs. If she sees something she couldn't see before, she'd better forget it. Mu Wanwan's cheeks turned red, and she pulled the quilt over, covering his waist and abdomen tightly, and placed her eyes on his legs.

The wound was similar to that on the upper body, but Mu Wanwan keenly discovered that in addition to the scar, Mr. Long’s leg was also covered with a light mark from the sole of the foot to the calf, which was similar to the lines on his cheek, but it was very small. It's so shallow that you can't see it unless you look carefully.

Is this the curse Mr. Long received?

His tail had been rotting before, was it also because of this curse?

The dragon turns into a human, and the tail turns into legs. Will they be the same as humans?

Mu Wanwan slowly stretched out her fingers and gently touched his pale skin. A slightly warm touch came from the pads of her fingers. It was smooth and felt similar to hers, but it was a lot bigger. .

Will there be a thin layer of webbing on the toes like Mr. Xiaolong?

After Mu Wanwan cleaned Mr. Long, he looked at his jio and was a little disappointed to find that it was not there. It probably disappeared when he grew up. She was about to cover him with the quilt, but accidentally pulled the clothes around his waist, and her hand seemed to have accidentally touched something.

"!"

Mu Wanwan caught a glimpse of Mr. Long’s thighs, and almost saw something she shouldn’t have seen. Her body temperature rose sharply, and she became hot from the roots of her ears to her cheeks. Her hands, which were originally a little cold, seemed It burned up all of a sudden and turned into hooves.

The action could not be called gentle as he covered a certain dragon with the quilt. Maybe it was a bit too strong. Mr. Long was pressed down, his face turned pale for a moment, and he let out a slight groan from his throat.

Mu Wanwan patted her cheek hard——

Don't think nonsense, don't think nonsense, Mr. Long must be the same as before when he was in half-dragon form, there is no (wha——).

I didn’t have a half-dragon shape before, so how could I have it when I turned into a human? This is unscientific, so he doesn't have it.

Mu Wanwan forcibly brainwashed herself in an attempt to numb herself, but she didn't touch anything just now.

Even though she thought so, she still felt weird. She washed her hands several times before she felt a little better.

Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long with a complicated expression. The dragon seemed to have really fainted. There were traces of black and blue under his eyebrows due to fatigue and pain. His eyelashes were longer than Mr. Xiaolong in the dream. If it weren't for the traces of the curse, he would really be a very handsome dragon.

It is when you are asleep, and it is also when you open your eyes.

I don’t know where my thoughts are wandering. Mu Wanwan shook his head and decided not to think about it anymore.

She is still shouldering the burden of supporting her family. She originally thought that Mr. Long would continue to pretend to be asleep, but when she came back, she found that he had woken up and had undergone some changes. She didn’t know if it was a good change or not. That's it.

Mu Wanwan sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Mengmeng who was sleeping soundly, and took out the Qiankun bag——

What she has to do now is to clean the palace, raise dragons and chirps, and make money.

This time she went to the market of the human race and the dwarf race, and reached an agreement with Uncle Zong and the others. The raw materials such as the alchemy furnace and seeds will be divided into 30-70, and will be calculated separately when the time comes.

Uncle Zong always said that they had taken advantage, but Mu Wanwan didn't think so. Without Uncle Zong, she would not have used the elixir to lure Jiuqing out of the Xianqing Pavilion to get rid of Bai Shuiyao. I'm afraid it would still be just Just a first-level monk.

This time she took a total of fifteen middle-grade spiritual stones from Uncle Zong, two of which were exchanged for low-grade spiritual stones and various coins. She used the money to buy a lot of things.

Considering that the weather was getting colder, I bought some warm stones and an extra quilt, so I didn’t have to think about the embarrassing and embarrassing problem of sleeping in the same bed with Mr. Long for the time being.

She bought almost everything she needed at home. She also bought some extravagant sugar, third-level spiritual rice, and half a pound of bones from a third-level spiritual cow. She had planned to cook something to eat tonight, but now it seemed that she had to postpone it.

Fortunately, the temperature is not high now. She knew from Uncle Zong that the Qiankun bag in her hand was of middle grade, and it should be able to last two days if wrapped well in the Qiankun bag with spiritual power. Next, there are various types of seeds——

She discussed with Uncle Chen and the others that Mu Wanwan is now at the third level of strength, and the elixir refining is mainly based on the first level spirit recovery pill. She can try to refine the second level spirit recovery pill, Ningxue. Dan's words, the higher the level, the better.

So the seeds she got back this time were also very complicated.

The elixir formula of the Huiling Pill has also changed after it was upgraded to the second level. The main material was upgraded to the second level. In addition to the bellflower and dredging flower, the formula also added the spirit-raising grass.

After the elixir reaches a certain level, the original level of the elixir can be improved through the alchemist's "spiritual ascension", and this lavender grass has the effect of helping the alchemist to successfully ascend to the spirit. That’s why it’s named Spirit Ascension Grass, and its value is also very high, about the same price as the main material, the second-level Spirit Rejuvenation Fruit.

Of course, the price of the second-level spiritual recovery pill has also been objectively increased. One bottle requires three mid-grade spiritual stones. This is the market price. Mu Wanwan estimates that according to Uncle Zong’s style of adding half of the direct price, if Once she refines it, she will probably sell it for four and a half middle-grade spiritual stones.

She will work hard to refine some Ningxue Dan this time, not to sell it, but simply to feed the dragon and chirp at home.

When she went to the yard today, she could still feel that there was a trace amount of toxins in the air. Occasionally there would be some black mist coming out of the scales that fell off Mr. Long’s body. Mu Wanwan had injured his foot before. wrist.

It was a kind of slight numbness and pain like needle pricks. She guessed it was a curse cast by a certain dragon before.

She only suffered a little pain, not to mention Mr. Long who was directly affected.

Mu Benwan lowered her head and looked at her white palms, but she seemed to see the way her palms were stained with Mr. Long’s blood a few hours ago. The man stood stubbornly in the courtyard and looked at her with a pair of eyes. The seemingly indifferent eyes supported the domineering aura of the whole person.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, Mu Wanwan counted the time and fed him another Ningxue Dan.

"Chirp~" Mengmeng fell asleep, and its bald little wings and dull fur moved with its little body. It chirped a little, as if it had dreamed of something delicious.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but laugh. Fortunately, Mengmeng was fine and fine. She looked at the gray sky outside, swallowed another healing pill, rolled up her sleeves, and got ready to work.

Although her days are full of crises, she is no longer alone.

For better days in the future, work hard! The first step to a better life starts with cultivating seeds!

Mu Wanwan is confidently developing his career, and Mr. Jiaolong is absorbing spiritual stones to fight against the counterattack curse in his body, looking cute and cute.

Mengmeng is really dreaming!

Jiujiu had a very "happy" dream~

In the dream, Chirp became very, very big and became a super invincible, tall and mighty Chirp!

Then Princess Wanwan appeared!

She was wearing a beautiful blue dress, holding a big pot of spiritual fruits and elixirs in her hands, all of which were Jiu's favorites, and then smiled gently at Jiu.

Jiu was very moved, shaking the beautiful and elegant hair on her head, ready to rub Princess Wanwan's hand, and then enjoy the food she carefully prepared.

However, just when Jiu He was about to approach Princess Wanwan, an evil dragon descended from the sky. He had a ferocious broken horn, an evil face, cruel methods, and a stronger body that was taller than Jiu He. He stood in the way of Jiu He. Princess Wanwan's side.

"Chirp——!! (Super fierce!)" Mengmeng got angry and rushed forward to knock the evil dragon away, but the evil dragon moved very quickly. With a wave of his hand, Chiu was thrown away and hit the wall. superior.

"Madam." The evil dragon picked up the princess in front of Jiu's face and showed an (evil) smile.

"Chirp!! (Wanwan is chirp!)"

The evil dragon was about to kiss the princess. He was impatient when he was interrupted. He pressed Mengmeng’s head with one hand and turned it into a spiraling fat top~

I was spinning around so cutely that I felt a pain in my head.

At first glance, the bad dragon grabbed its stupid hair and presented it to the princess.

Princess Wanwan was very happy, "I like this kind of fur the best. It's fluffy and beautiful. Thank you dear Mr. Long, I really like you!"

Then they leaned together, and Princess Wanwan even fed the bad dragon fruit. Jiujiu felt so painful, and a fat Jiujiu sat on the ground covering her head in despair, crying accusingly.

"Chirp!"

So, when Mu Wanwan returned to the house after working for a long time, he found that Feijiu was in a low mood and even ignored him.

She thought that Chiu was feeling unwell, so she put more fruits and elixirs around it, and softly comforted it for a long time before Mengmeng regained some energy, but she was still in tears, as if she had been wronged a lot.

Mu Wanwan thought Mengmeng was frightened and was more patient than usual, but she didn't know that Mao Jiu was just sad because of a dream!

.......

Because there were many things that needed to be done, and because he was worried that Mr. Long's injury would worsen at night, Mu Wanwan, who was already a third-level monk, did not choose to sleep to restore his spiritual and physical strength, but chose to practice.

Look at Mr. Long by the way.

By the time Long regained consciousness, time had quietly crawled forward for four days.

The heavy snow finally stopped, and outside the house was the bright sunshine that had not been seen for a long time. The warm light shone in from the windows that had been wiped clean, leaving spots of light on the clean ground.

The tip of her nose was not filled with the unpleasant smell of dirty blood, but the pleasant scent of Ningxue blossoms. Her body was dry, and she must have cleaned it for him.

And...

Aware that a certain place felt completely different from other places, Mr. Long couldn't hide his delicate thoughts. He blushed from the roots of his ears to his cheeks, moved his arms, and touched the awkward knot around his waist. With the rag in the room, Mr. Long slowly opened his eyes with fluttering eyelashes.

When he saw the familiar palace, he gently sat up and his long black hair slipped down.