I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 67|Sixty-seven dragons

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After Mu Wanwan waited for a long time, Mr. Long said "hmm" and said nothing else.

She was a little disappointed, so Mr. Long lowered his eyes and added, "It's cold."

Mu Wanwan became happy again, and carefully considered the tone of the discussion, "Then let me get you some clothes?"

Soft, Long felt that his ears were about to get numb, and he couldn't say anything. Only waves of heat flowed through his heart, and he was clamoring to like it bit by bit.

I like her so much. I like her so much.

Not getting any response again, Mu Wanwan was almost waiting for Buddha before a certain word came out from a certain dragon.

"Okay."

She felt helpless, so she went to the wardrobe and picked up a beautiful plain white thick brocade dress she had seen in the store before, as well as the white fur she had put aside.

These were so valuable that they cost her nine low-grade spiritual stones in total, and she was not even willing to buy them for herself.

Yes, there are also folded panties...

Mu Wanwan's cheeks turned red. In fact, she asked him if he was cold mainly because she wanted him to wear obscene pants.

Mu turned his back to a certain dragon, and carefully sandwiched his obscene pants between two pieces of clothing, so that it would not be obvious...right?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan lowered his head slightly, a little embarrassed, "I, I put my clothes here."

She felt the atmosphere was weird, put her clothes next to the bed, and quickly took two steps back as if she was impatient.

She was embarrassed, but a certain dragon was a little heartbroken.

It's because he's so ugly.

So she doesn't really want to talk to herself.

"Yes." Different from the sunny feeling in his heart just now, Mr. Long felt a light rain falling in his heart, but when his cold eyes fell on the clothes at the foot of the bed, the feeling of neglect and lack of confidence seemed to be the same. Weirdly disappeared.

She has never worn such good clothes before.

From marrying him to now, she has been enduring hardships and has not received any reward. His long eyelashes tremble slightly, and he really wants to hold her in his arms, kiss the tip of her ears, and say a thousand words to her. Thank you ten thousand times.

But back to reality, she couldn't wait to leave him.

"Mr. Long..." Mu Wanwan reflexively called Mr. Long, and then quickly explained incoherently, "Ah, no..."

Mr. Long raised his head slightly, and Mu Wanwan saw his beautiful eyes open, with doubts shining in them, like little stars.

Her face was getting hotter and hotter, and Mu Wanwan felt like she was about to spontaneously combust, "Your Majesty, I, I won't peek, I'm going to prepare dinner."

After she finished speaking, she felt why the words were so strange. An embarrassed smile appeared on her lips, and Mu Wanwan froze in place.

There was a chuckle in her ears. It was so fleeting and incredibly fast that she wondered if she had heard it wrong. She glanced at Mr. Long secretly. The dragon's face was still expressionless, as if he wasn't the one laughing just now. .

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She felt that she had some mental problems and needed to go out to calm down. Before leaving, she snatched away Mao Jiu from the table who had been regretting that she had no more stupid hair.

So the heart of a dragon whose rain turned sunny became clouded again.

The door to the room was closed thoughtfully by the lady, and Mr. Long's face turned red little by little, as if the cold Long just now was not him.

He sat up straight and tried his best to reach for the clothes at his feet. Fortunately, his arms were still very long and he could still reach them with a little effort.

The white fox fur, even though it is just an ordinary fox, is still very expensive. She is really good to him.

The corners of his lips raised in dismay, Mr. Long carefully picked up the white fur, and then saw the obscene pants sandwiched inside.

Mr. Long: "......"

Long was almost mature. He took over the clothes with the same fabric as his body with difficulty, slowly took off the light blue brocade clothes around his waist, and began to think of ways to put on his clothes.

Because there is no spiritual power in the body for the time being, the spiritual stones must be used sparingly. She has earned them little by little, and he cannot waste them.

The legs are paralyzed, and it hurts to move. Cold sweat gradually breaks out on Mr. Long's forehead, and his lips are pursed tightly. She should be back soon. He needs to hurry up. Being disabled is already very embarrassing. You can't make her feel like she can't even put on pants.

——Mu Wanwan trotted all the way to the kitchen with the confused Feijiu in her arms, and put Mengmeng on the stove. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down, feeling her heart pounding. , she closed her eyes, and the beautiful eyes of the Bad Dragon were wandering in her mind. She quickly opened her eyes and patted her face.

"Chew..." Mengmeng stood up from the stove with trembling efforts, looking at the kitchen knife beside her thin legs, her big eyes became wavy again.

Mu Wanwan was brought back to consciousness by its pitiful voice. When he saw it, he quickly took the almost immobile Jiu aside in a funny manner, "I'm sorry Mengmeng, I didn't mean to eat you."

As she said this, she couldn't help but laugh. She put the cute little girl with two packs of tears in a cage with a spiritual chicken cub on one side, letting it play with the chicken cub. The Jialing beef bones were stewed.

While waiting for it to boil, Mu Wanwan was not idle and skillfully took out the seeds and started cultivating them.

While she was nurturing, she was thinking nonsense.

Perhaps she is bound by the title of "Mr. Long's happy wife"? She shouldn't be like that. Looking at Mr. Long's attitude just now, maybe he doesn't want to admit that she is his wife at all. Why should she be shy?

Yes, I felt a little bitter in my heart. Mu Wanwan looked at the fragrant beef bone soup and wanted to defend Zha Long in his heart——

Maybe he just hasn't figured out how to face himself yet?

For her, it is true that she has an extra husband for nothing, but Mr. Long also has an extra wife for nothing, and she is a wife who is not very talented in the human race.

The outside world said that his methods were cruel, and the dragon had never been seen smiling outside. Maybe, his attitude towards himself just now was considered very good?

Mu Wanwan didn’t know what to say. Looking at the increasingly fragrant beef bone soup, she suddenly wanted to pour the juice of the newly cultivated Bixingcao into it, and then serve it to Mr. Long to drink.

The taste will definitely be a bit bitter. If he drinks it without changing his expression, he must be very tolerant of himself. If not, he loses his temper, so she doesn't have to continue to think about it.

Once this bad idea comes up, people always want to try it. Mu Wanwan first took a small sip of soup and took a sip——

The rich, creamy aroma instantly exploded in your mouth, accompanied by not very abundant but perceptible spiritual power. There was no fishy smell of beef bones, and the vegetables in the ingredients did not take away the salty aroma of beef bones. One mouthful It instantly moisturized her stomach, which had not tasted meat for a long time. The warmth was really a luxury in the cold winter.

By the time Mu Wanwan came to her senses, she had already finished the little bit of soup.

Forget it, she was a little reluctant to do this plan to ruin the delicious food. Mr. Long has been in a coma for so long and only eats fruits every day, which is a bit bitter. It is rare for the family to improve the food, so it is better not to waste the food.

When Mu Wanwan thought about having to face the dragon later, she felt very distressed and felt bald. She was holding the food box with Mao Chiu hanging on her shoulders. She looked at the darkening sky and fell into confusion. Ambiguous confusion.

It seems to be getting dark soon.

At night...

She walked to the door, and just as she was trying to muster up her courage, she heard a loud noise from inside the door, like the sound of something falling.

Not caring about anything else, Mu Wanwan pushed the door open and saw Mr. Long who had fallen off the bed in a panic.

He was supporting the ground with one arm and was only wearing obscene clothes and trousers. The white fur and moon-white brocade clothes fell to the ground. His cheeks were pale, but the curse lines were very clear. Hearing the sound of her opening the door, he subconsciously Don't go too far.

Mu Wanwan could clearly see the blood seeping out from his calf.

She couldn't care less about her guessing, shyness or embarrassment. She quickly put the Jiu and the food box on the table, took three steps at a time and arrived at Mr. Long's side, half-kneeling on the ground, and stretched out her hand towards him. "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

A drop of cold sweat slipped down Mr. Long's cheek. He lowered his head and didn't want her to see his face. He was so weak that it took him almost an hour to put on his trousers. He wanted to speed up and put on his clothes too, but Hearing her footsteps approaching, I was a little anxious and accidentally dropped my clothes on the ground.

He wanted to pick it up, but he fell to the ground in embarrassment in front of her.

The way he looks now must be embarrassing, shameful, and embarrassing. Such him must be a weak and helpless dragon in the eyes of the lady. She is so kind, she will definitely not ignore him. He originally wanted to be an arrogant and indifferent evil dragon.

Mr. Long was in pain and embarrassed, but when he heard her slightly anxious tone, while his self-esteem was frustrated, he seemed to feel a little joy of success. Mixed together, he could only keep a cold face, not knowing what to do. Just do it.

After Mu Wanwan stretched out her hand, she felt that she was a little reckless. She could understand Mr. Long's silence and silence. After all, he was once such a powerful dragon, and his nominal wife saw his less powerful side. , it should be very uncomfortable.

However, how could she feel better when she saw that the dragon she had raised for so long was injured and bleeding again?

"Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan looked at his bleeding leg distressedly, "It's time to eat, shall we go to the table?"

She was cautious, fearing to hurt his pride, and her palms were soft and warm.

Mr. Long blinked slowly. His heart was filled with the idea of ​​possessing her. He did not hide his ugly face. He slowly turned his head and looked straight in with a pair of dark eyes. Liao Mu’s clear eyes——

There was no contempt, no disgust, no hatred or disgust, no momentary shock or fear at his appearance.

Just clean, with a hint of emotion that he had never seen before.