I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 70|Seventy dragons

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Mr. Long looked at the person in front of him. She had a soft expression under the dim light. Behind her was a red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks. She faced him with a warm smile on her lips.

She reflected his face in her eyes, and spoke without any fear that he could not ignore.

A layer of red gradually appeared on his cheeks. A certain dragon tilted his head slightly and moved his fingertips. Mu Wanwan's vision went dark again.

Mr. Long’s voice seemed a bit erratic in the dark night, “I won’t sit here, go to sleep.”

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She was speechless for a moment, looking at the dark room, listening to the sound of a certain dragon sliding his wheelchair, and looking at his blurry figure that seemed to be moving outside, she couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, where are you going? ”

Mr. Long froze and stopped.

The room fell into silence again, Mu Wanwan didn't speak, and he didn't answer.

After waiting for a long time, Mu Wanwan bit her lip, but finally couldn't hold it back and said in a low voice, "You, are you so unwilling to sleep with me?"

They are now a couple in name only.

Ming Ming had slept together before, and Ming Ming had expressed his affection for her awkwardly at night before.

Why do you wake up and feel like you have transformed into a dragon?

Mr. Long was silent and heard her whisper whether he was unwilling or not. Hearing her say that she was no one else, his heart seemed to have been dug out, and his sharp nails dug into his palms, leaving traces of blood.

But he still didn't say anything, and Mu Wanwan's heart grew colder.

Does Long's behavior mean that everything before was just her wishful thinking?

Is this the original plot? Is it because of the plot that he will definitely fall in love with Bai Shuiyao when he wakes up?

Mu Wanwan felt sour in her heart, but she had already rewritten the ending of the original's tragic death, which proved that the plot in the book was not unchangeable. She has suffered many times since she came back this time and found Mr. Long awake.

And looking at Mr. Long's attitude towards her, it didn't seem like he didn't like her at all, but rather like he was worried about something.

After all, according to the description of Mr. Long in the book, he has always been extremely cruel to people and things he doesn't care about. Mr. Long has woken up. Even if he is temporarily weak, it is more than enough to deal with him. If he doesn't attack, how can he have no feelings for her? She tested her so many times, but the dragon would reluctantly tilt his head and say she was noisy.

There is also the gentle Mr. Xiao Long, the stupid dragon who carefully tried to give her a gift with a spirit stone, the aggrieved dragon who pulled the corner of her clothes, and the dragon who lit the lamp for her and raised his ears. How could they all be fake?

Mu Wanwan pinched the corner of the quilt. She didn't believe that it was all her imagination. There must be a reason why Mr. Long was so awkward. If he couldn't bear to hurt her, then she could go a little further.

If, he hates her.

Maybe this is the end.

Mu Wanwan blinked his sour eyes, mustered up his courage, and faced Mr. Long's back, as if he had put everything on the line, aggrieved and cautious, "Your Majesty, are you ready to leave me? ?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the room where there was still a glimmer of moonlight and the general outline could be seen completely darkened.

A gust of wind came from her side, blowing her simply tied hair away and sliding over the side of her face, giving it a slightly cool touch.

Mu Wanwan was a little at a loss when she found that her body slowly floated up uncontrollably, her skirt was blown open, and she seemed to be flying slowly. The feeling of weightlessness and darkness made her frightened for a moment.

Did she make a wrong bet, Mr. Long...

No, the tyrant is finally impatient with her?

In the same way, the best way to deal with a woman who is weak in talent and bothers him all day long by talking nonsense and he doesn't like her at all is to simply strangle her to death.

Mu Wanwan’s hands and feet were cold, and her eyelashes were stained with tears.

But she just liked him. She fell in love with him.

As his body fell rapidly, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but close his eyes, waiting for the tyrant's punishment.

But the expected pain did not come. Instead, there was a warm and soft touch. Mu Wanwan couldn't help but open his eyes, and looked straight into a pair of eyes with a faint golden light. .

Is it... Mr. Long?

He didn't kill her?

She looked at his shining golden phoenix eyes slightly half-closed, and his long eyelashes brushed against her face, which was very itchy.

The next moment, a force that could not be ignored came from his waist. Mu Wanwan felt his waist soften, and he pressed against Mr. Long's chest helplessly.

"Ah..."

His slightly hot breath brushed against her ears, and Mu Wanwan's head went blank for a moment in shock.

Is she being held? Aren't you planning to kill her?

Her cheeks became hot almost immediately. Mu Benwan sat on Mr. Long's lap, being held in his arms and moved uncomfortably. She was almost confused. She seemed to be unable to understand this dragon at all. ideas.

Does he like her or not?

Mr. Long felt the slight struggle of the person in his arms, his heart was burning, his lips were pursed, and the tips of his ears were red.

Don’t want her?

Why don't you want her?

How can I bear to not want her?

He was almost at the edge of his patience and could no longer endure any teasing. The dark thoughts in his heart had completely eroded him. Why he wanted to alienate her was no match for her words of "I don't want her."

When he came to his senses, he had already trapped the person in his arms.

She was just like he had imagined countless times, soft and soft. Just holding her gently made him almost spontaneously combust. He couldn't say anything and only found breathing difficult.

Mu Wanwan could hear his breath in her ears, and her whole face was red. She was sitting on the dragon's lap, feeling particularly uncomfortable. After a while, she couldn't help but reach out and push his legs gently. On the chest, "Long, Mr. Long."

"Yes." A certain dragon let go of her, his ears were red, his face was still cold, and his voice was a bit softer.

Mu Wanwan couldn't explain what he was feeling now, so she got off his lap in a panic, "Does your leg hurt?"

"You." Mr. Long was silent for two seconds and said, "Be gentle."

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but laugh. She felt that the uncertainty in her heart about Mr. Long seemed to have dissipated with the hug just now.

But she seemed to understand his character and didn't ask for his opinion again. She pushed him toward the bed with a blushing face, "Your Majesty, may I help you to the bed?"

Mr. Long pursed his lips, and Mu Wanwan heard his hoarse voice and said "Okay" in a low voice.

This time he finally didn't feel awkward anymore. Mu Wanwan put Long on the bed and slept on the other quilt.

Recalling the hug just now, her heart beat faster and faster. She covered her head in the quilt and felt that Mr. Long was beside her, unable to sleep at all.

A certain dragon was sleeping in a familiar position. He felt that his legs, chest, and arms were all marked by her. Along with the itching of his gradually recovering spiritual power, he was even more unable to sleep peacefully.

So early the next morning, Mu Wanwan had two less obvious dark circles under his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he looked at Mr. Choulong, who was already half-sitting on the bed with a cold expression and indifferent eyes. He blushed and felt that yesterday That dream-like hug at night was probably a fake.

However, she was sure of one thing, Mr. Long would really not hurt her.

Thinking of this, the awkwardness in her heart had passed, and she became even more arrogant and arrogant without asking him to take over. "Good morning, Mr. Long."

Mr. Long's eyes lit up, and he nodded coldly and reservedly, in response to her.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She smiled, secretly encouraging herself, and added another item to her schedule for today:

We must try hard to get Mr. Long to say a few more words.

"Chirp." The forgotten Mengmeng had just woken up. She tilted her head and looked at Mu Wanwan, who was obviously not in good spirits but seemed to be very happy. Her big eyes were full of doubts.

Then...

It saw the death gaze from the ugly dragon behind it.

"Chiw..." Mengmeng got scared, and Mao Chiu ran away with his short legs. The house was too scary, but it was more fun in the yard!

——As one person and one dragon gradually became familiar with each other, the news that Huayun Medicine Shop’s Spiritual Restoration Pill had a very good effect in alleviating curses also spread to many people’s ears.

The first batch of people who bought it spared no effort to promote it. Uncle Zong and Uncle Chen have recently received many pre-orders, including some strong men from other clans.

The capital city is the core city in the dragon tribe’s territory, and many tribesmen from other tribes are often stationed here.

Xianqing Pavilion is the largest messaging organization in the entire continent, and is affiliated with a mysterious organization like Jinjiang Auction House.

They are distributed in the Dragon Clan, Monster Clan, and Witch Clan. It is said that they are also distributed in the territory of the abyss monsters.

Now there is an alchemist who can refine the effect of alleviating the curse, and they already have the information.

Leng An, the top leader of Capital Xianqing Pavilion, had begun investigating Mu Wanwan’s identity as early as when she provided the elixir.

"Interesting." Leng An took the news just presented by his subordinates, with a smile on his lips, "Although the effect is not as good as Jinjiang Cao, it is better in quantity. Maybe Master will be a little interested in this little guy. Right."

Being able to refine an elixir with similar effects to the Jinjiang grass cultivated by Master is enough to attract their attention.

The mainland is becoming more and more unstable, the abyss monsters are becoming more and more restless, and they are colluding with the Witch Clan. The Lord of the Dragon Clan is just the earliest victim.

However, the gentleman is now married to such a capable wife, maybe that person is lucky.

Leng An is not his friend, but he has heard a little bit about the experiences of the Dragon Lord.

How could the person who could make his cold master say the word "pity" be the thing in the pool?

Leng An crushed the message into a small piece and held it in his hand. His resolute face slowly turned translucent, two crystal tentacles appeared on his forehead, and his body gradually turned into a light blue translucent crystal.

He is a special being, and the message transmission channel that the Demon Clan and the Witch Clan have coveted for tens of thousands of years belongs to their special life alliance.

The tentacles were attached to the message note in his hand, and the dense fonts were quickly engraved on his tentacles and transmitted to the Special Life Alliance thousands of miles away.