I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 68|Sixty-eight dragons

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Mr. Long met her gaze, his eyes dimmed, and he moved his head a little embarrassed——

Her gaze left him with no way to resist.

The room fell into silence again. Mu Wanwan only watched a certain dragon purse his purple lips and his long eyelashes trembling. He couldn't guess what he was thinking. Looking at the increasingly obvious blood stains on his legs, he became a little unbearable. .

She retracted her hand, took out the wheelchair that she had put away before, pressed the button, and turned it into a sitting position, and then explained softly, "Your Majesty, this is a gadget I accidentally got before. I think it's quite interesting. Your Majesty, would you like to try it?"

Mr. Long's cheeks were pale. In her expectant eyes, those thoughts of "estrangement" that he had built up collapsed in an instant. Joy surged from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes lit up——

How could she have seen it accidentally? She was so frugal, so she must have bought it specifically for him.

Mr. Long’s palms were sweaty from nervousness, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t even say a word of thank you. He just nodded slightly in Mu’s crooked and slightly expectant eyes.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. She stretched out her hand to support a certain dragon's arm. In order to support his weight, even though she was very careful, she still inevitably touched his waist.

When her hand touched his warm and sensitive waist, both of them froze for a moment.

Mu Wanwan could feel Mr. Long’s hot body temperature spreading along the fabric to the palm of his hand. A certain dragon felt that her soft fingers lit clusters of flames on his body, and the quilt The pain in Cursed's calf was in sharp contrast, so clear and profound that he couldn't ignore it at all.

While moving, Mu Wanwan tried her best to turn her attention to the wheelchair, but she felt the temperature under her hands getting higher and higher. When she finally got Mr. Long to sit in the wheelchair, he had just dressed in obscene clothes. The clothes were a little loose.

Mu stood crookedly, and could see his slightly open clothes. From her angle, she could see all the way down from his collarbone. Seeing his slightly flexed and powerful abdominal muscles, she quickly turned around. His voice was trembling a little, "Jun, Your Majesty, let me get you dressed."

Mr. Long’s cheeks were surprisingly hot. He tugged on the clothes that had just been pulled apart and said softly, "Okay."

When Mu Wanwan heard what he said, it seemed as if he had received some kind of amnesty. He quickly picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and took the brocade clothes he bought before, "Jun, Your Majesty, you..."

She stammered, and Long was too embarrassed to speak, but he knew what she meant, so he raised his arms calmly.

Mu Wanwan was a little relieved to see him being so cooperative. The two of them spent about a quarter of an hour in ink before putting on their clothes. Mu Wanwan half-squatted and covered his legs with white fur. .

Looking at his bleeding trousers, I couldn't hold it back, "Your Majesty, let me show you the injury..."

Mr. Long had just been touched by her in many places, and now he felt uncomfortable all over his body. His heart was shaking when he heard her voice, and the slight pain in his feet was nothing.

And as long as he doesn't move, his calf will not continue to bleed, which will make Madam worried if she sees it. Moreover, his wound is very ugly. When she sees it later, Madam may not be able to drink the soup.

So a certain dragon pursed his lips and said, "No problem."

Mu Wanwan feels a little bit pantothenic acid in her heart——

This dragon stopped letting her take care of him as soon as he woke up. He said it was okay. Wouldn't it hurt to bleed?

Mu Wanwan refused to give up and asked again, "Will it hurt a lot?"

The corners of Mr. Long's lips moved, his eyebrows were drooped, and his voice was cold, "It doesn't hurt."

An evil fire suddenly emerged in Mu Wanwan's heart, thinking that if you say it doesn't hurt, it won't hurt anyway, it's not me who hurts. She wanted to stand up, but the pendant Aunt Yun had given her moved around her neck.

Mu Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable and stretched out his hand to straighten his position.

When Mr. Long saw the pendant around her neck that was not given by him, his face turned pale for a moment——

It is of good quality and conceals cultivation, which is something she cannot afford for the time being.

If she didn't buy it, then someone gave it to her.

But she didn’t have this pendant when she went out last time. Someone must have given it to her while she was out this time, right?

She would have lived a fine life without him.

Mr. Long's heart suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his palms tightly grasped the armrests of the wheelchair. The bitterness and darkness in his heart could hardly be hidden.

Mu Wanwan stood up and inadvertently met his gloomy gaze that he had not concealed. The burning emotions and fleeting ferocity in it made her instantly frightened. She thought she had offended him somewhere. He subconsciously took two steps back, his eyes full of grievance.

What did she do wrong? She just put some clothes on for him. Why was Long, who was fine just now, looking at her like this now? She had never felt sorry for him, why was he so different when he woke up from when he fell asleep, so fierce and cold.

It seems that the sweet words he said to her many nights before were all lies. The words about his wife kissing her and hugging her are probably all delusions caused by her excessive mental pressure. He is indifferent, that's it. A proud dragon.

What is said outside is absolutely correct, she should not care about him.

The more Mu Wanwan thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. Why should this dragon be like this?

Mu Wanwan subconsciously grasped the hem of her skirt with both hands. Her eyes were hot and her tear ducts were sore. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to say, "Mr. Long, let's eat together."

But in the end, he just blinked his eyelashes that were wet with unfulfilled tears, and his voice was hoarse and crying with embarrassment, "Your Majesty, the soup is on the table. I, I want to go to the alchemy first. ”

Mr. Long was already panicking when he saw her shocked and sad eyes. He saw her tight skirt and red eyes, and his mind went blank. He had wronged her and was cruel to her.

He listened to her talk about going to make elixirs, and looked at her a little at a loss, seeing that she turned her head and didn't want to be with him, and just wanted to walk away from him.

He was so cruel that when he came to his senses, he had already grabbed the man's clothes.

Mu Wanwan was furious. Before the grievance was over, she felt the hem of her clothes being gently pulled. She turned around impatiently and saw that annoying dragon using a gesture even worse than hers. He glanced at her with an aggrieved expression, then quickly retracted his hand, lowered his head and did not look at her, and said in a muffled voice, "Let's eat together."

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She looked at the plush ears that were about to be attached to his head, and her mood had changed from completely aggrieved to strangely complicated. She stared at the ears on his head and said tentatively, "Your Majesty. , I’m not hungry.”

Silence filled the room again, and Mu Wanwan watched helplessly as his pair of ears drooped, even more terrifyingly than before.

In a better mood, Mu Wanwan suddenly smiled. She felt like she understood something, and blinked her tearful eyes, "But I still want to eat some."

After she finished speaking, she watched a certain dragon's ears gradually regain some curvature. She felt helpless and wanted to laugh. She didn't know how to express her current mood at all. She just walked over and pushed his wheelchair to the table and gave it to him. A bowl of soup was served.

Did you forgive yourself?

Mr. Long didn’t know what Mu Wanwan was thinking. The jealousy in his heart hadn’t passed yet. He felt sad when he thought that someone he didn’t know gave her something. He drank the delicious spiritual beef bones made by his wife. Soup, I felt a little better.

This was the first time that Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long eating by himself. He sat very straight and his eating posture was elegant and beautiful. Like Mr. Xiao Long, he ate very slowly.

She watched as his ears stood up a little more every time he took a sip of the soup, and he trembled from time to time. It was obvious that he liked it, and she felt itchy in her heart. She couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, does it taste good?"

Mr. Long trembled obviously and said duplicity, "Yeah."

He glanced at her lightly and added, "Not bad."

Mu Wanwan laughed angrily. She finally understood. This dragon has a stubborn temper. Don't be awkward. He just doesn't say what he thinks. What he says can easily make people angry. No wonder it's been more than a hundred years. Still a single old dragon that no one wants.

Who can bear this look? If she hadn’t been raising it for so long and was really reluctant to let it go, she wouldn’t want it.

Mu Wanwan was angry and silently competed with Mr. Long for soup. However, Mr. Long saw that she seemed to like drinking it, so he just drank from his own bowl, and then sat quietly aside, twitching his ears and peeking. She drinks.

Stupid dragon, stupid dragon, stupid dragon.

How can such a small bowl of soup be enough for such a big dragon?

Mu Wanwan was originally in a testing situation. She was not very hungry. This time, she did not ask Mr. Long for his opinion. She directly passed his hand and filled him with another bowl of soup. "Your Majesty, I can't drink it." ”

Mr. Long looked at the corners of her rosy lips and the pendant around her neck. He felt jealous and itchy in his heart. He was a little afraid that she hadn't eaten enough. But her eyes were bright and she seemed to be looking forward to him continuing to drink. He I had no choice but to comply with her wishes.

——When one person and one dragon carefully guess each other's thoughts and test each other.

The human monk who first bought Mu Wanwan to refine the elixir came back from the sect's trial. He came to thank Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong, saying that if it hadn't been for the elixir they sold this time, he would have been in trouble. .

Uncle Zong didn't notice anything, but Uncle Chen, who was always smiling, seemed thoughtful.

Their shop lacks popularity and business has been bleak. There are two people in the family who are not in good health. Xiaoqian (Mu Wanwan) seems to be short of money. It would be great if some means can be used to increase the price of the elixir. .

He has been thinking about what to do these days. Today the monk provided a new idea. Uncle Chen sent the monk away with a smile. One day later, the news spread among the cultivators that "the first-level spiritual recovery pill from Huayun Pharmacy is equal to the second-level recovery pill from other stores and also has the effect of mitigating the curse to a certain extent."

What what? Does the healing pill have a certain effect in alleviating the curse? Are you kidding me?

Second-level cultivator Li Ran thought the same thing when he just heard the news. Does the Spirit Recovery Pill also have the effect of alleviating the curse? Then why go to the Poison Pill, the Exorcist Pill, and the Ningxue Pill? There is no drafting involved in this bragging.

But when he looked at the curse that had been lingering in his Dantian for several months, he couldn't help but feel moved.

In the spirit of just in case, just in case it would be useful, he secretly bought the Huiling Pill from Huayun Pharmacy when no one was around. As a result, the curse in his body was really relieved a lot. The Huiling Pill Can the curse really be alleviated?