I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 71|Seventy-one dragons
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Time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Mu Wanwan had been spending three or four days with a certain dragon who was awake.
After thoroughly understanding that Mr. Long is such an awkward dragon, she now has a new understanding of how to get along with him.
Start a new day by saying hello to the Awkward Dragon.
"Good morning, Mr. Long~"
Getting a cold nod.
"Mr. Long, would you like to eat a different flavor of spiritual fruit today?"
In exchange for a low-pitched "casual."
"Mr. Long, I will put your scales away when they are dry."
This time a certain dragon was a little embarrassed, and the breeder Mu Wanwan got a pair of shy and trembling ears.
"Mr. Long, the sun is shining outside."
Mu Wanwan glanced outside. The sun shined through the clouds and shone on the clean yard. It looked warm. She stopped what she was doing to tidy up Mengmeng and looked towards the unknown person sitting in the wheelchair. A certain dragon who was doing something said, "I suggest you go outside and bask in the sun."
"I remember when I first met you, I thought it would be great if I could save money to buy a wheelchair one day." Mu Wanwan did not wait for his response, walked straight to him, and pushed Long outside. .
The wind is not strong today, and the snow in the yard has melted a lot. Mu Wanwan took out the spiritual chicken cubs and Mengmeng to bask in the sun, and some of the newly cultivated spiritual plants were also stretched in the sun. With branches and leaves.
Long tilted his head slightly, holding the last middle-grade spiritual stone she had just given to him in his hand, looking at the blue sky surrounded by the yard, his heart was burning——
The spiritual power in his body has almost recovered. In the past two days, I don’t know whether it was because of her good feeding or something else. The curse on his body has lightened a little, and his strength has returned to 50% of its previous level. According to his previous plan , he has to leave.
He pretended not to care and glanced at Mu Wanwan, who had moved a small stool and sat next to him. His dark black eyes were like light ink colored glass illuminated by the sun. She raised her head slightly and could see his eyelashes. Dyeing with golden light, the fine hairs on Mr. Long's handsome and pale face were all golden, and the curse lines on his face seemed to be much darker.
What an ugly dragon? It’s obviously very good-looking.
Mu Wanwan was impressed by his handsomeness again and looked away uncomfortably. He thought of something and took out a small Qiankun bag from his pocket. Without asking his opinion, he directly stuffed the Qiankun bag into his hand. Touching his warm fingertips, she quickly withdrew her hand.
Mu Wanwan lowered his head slightly, staring seriously at Mao Jiu who was trying to be cute not far away, but he said words of concern for Long: "Mr. Long, I saved it for a few days, you may be able to use it. ."
After that night, although Mr. Long was still very awkward during the day, he gradually returned to his previous state. Mu Wanwan saw that his legs were getting better little by little, and since yesterday he could support himself on the bed by his own strength.
He is getting better gradually, Mu Wanwan can feel it. In the novel she read at the beginning, the plot begins shortly after Mr. Long wakes up. Although she does not know the subsequent plot, it is 80% that Long is the same. I endured a lot.
Seeing how sincerely he secretly held her hand these past few nights, she stopped fussing with this awkward dragon and prepared some pills for him, hoping that he would recover soon.
She has been working very **** refining elixirs these days. He must have something else to say, right?
Mu Wanwan lowered his head to look at his feet wearing cotton shoes, and then secretly glanced at a certain dragon's pair of cloth slippers, thinking that it would be better to buy him another pair of shoes when he went out soon.
She waited for Long to speak, but the moment he opened the Qiankun bag, his heart was already burning——
There are not many things inside, only two small jade bottles.
One bottle is the second-level spirit-reviving elixir that Mu Wanwan finally refined, and the other is the second-level snow-condensing elixir that took her a long time to get.
There are not many Spirit Recovery Pills, only six, and there are even fewer Ningxue Pills, only three.
But.
Mr. Long’s eyes are dark, with indescribable emotions hidden in them, and the gentle sunshine is flickering——
She worked hard to refine it for a long time, and now her eyes are all blue and black.
A third-level monk, as tired as a mortal. He lay beside her and could feel the fatigue of her soul every night.
All, all for him.
Mr. Long put away the Qiankun bag and saw that her hair was hanging down at the temples and that there was a trace of blush on her fair cheeks. He listened to her whispering with hope, "You can go out soon." Yes, I want to buy something else to cook this time. Would your Majesty like something sweeter?"
The once dark, damp and gloomy heart seemed to be illuminated bit by bit by her, with waves of heat flowing through it.
He also really wanted to do something for her.
After putting the Qiankun bag away, Mr. Long felt a trace of warmth on his face, slightly opened his thin lips, and held her name between his lips. After struggling for a long time, he blushed and said out loud, "Wanwan. ”
There was a cold voice in her ears, but Mu Wanwan seemed to hear something incredible. She opened her eyes wide, her ears were burning, and she suddenly turned her head to face Mr. Long's handsome face, which was as paralyzed as a face.
"Thank you." A certain dragon finally dared to look directly into her eyes. Although there was not much emotion in his phoenix eyes, Mu Wanwan was already very happy.
She felt that her whole body was so hot, her vision was almost blurred, and her face and ears were extremely hot. She looked at Mr. Long's lips opening and closing, and listened to him calling her name and saying thank you. , I feel as if I have been waiting for half a century.
Perhaps her appearance was too playful, he couldn't help but chuckle, the corners of his lips curved, her most familiar frown relaxed, her raven-black eyelashes blinked briefly, and the starlight reflected in her eyes.
Mu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned back her gaze, blushing and holding the hem of her skirt with her palms. She was really such an embarrassment, but those little thoughts had long since become impossible to hide. Blush and smile.
Mr. Long looked at the red tips of her ears and her black hair without any decoration, and had thousands of thoughts running through his heart.
.......
The time we spent together in the sun in the afternoon was so short that it was terrifying. Heavy life pressure was the reality. Mu Wanwan wanted to wait until tomorrow to refine more elixirs.
This time she did not have an epiphany, and all the seedlings withered. In addition, she had to refine some better-grade elixirs for Mr. Long, so she worked hard for ten days, but the number of elixirs she refined was not enough. Much more than last time.
The ones she gave to Mr. Long were all without any impurities, and the ones she sold were those with low impurity content. When she finally finished her work and was so tired that she could hardly lift her fingers, she thought about this time. Harvest——
There are one hundred and thirty-five first-level Spirit Recovery Pills, thirteen second-level Soul Recovery Pills, five first-level Snow Condensation Pills, and one second-level Soul Recovery Pill.
There are also some spiritual plants prepared for Aunt Yun. Calculating the money that can be earned this time, it is not a lot.
The cold gradually became heavier, and Mu Wanwan felt very uncomfortable as the spiritual power in her body was drained. She put her things away, washed briefly, and started to rush to the house.
She held the Qiankun bag containing the elixir in her hand, looked at the heating lamp on in the room, and had a very strange illusion——
Why does she feel that she is the one who makes money to support the family? Mr. Long seems to be waiting for her little wife in the boudoir...
Shaking his head, Mu Wanwan tried his best to shake off this strange thought, entered the room, and met Mr. Long's half-opened phoenix eyes.
Wearing loose clothes, with his dark hair spread out, he was half lying on the bed. When he saw her coming in, he immediately turned around pretending not to see her. Mu Wanwan took two steps inside, his ears twitched, and he simply lay down and closed his eyes.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She touched her face, closed the door, and then blew out the light. As usual, she said, "Your Majesty, sleep."
The sound of clothes rubbing against each other was very obvious at night. Muwan was so tired that he had little time to think. His mind was filled with how he would spend the money he earned tomorrow. Not long after he lay down in bed, he felt more tired than ever before. Almost immediately he fell into a deep sleep.
Cultivating spiritual plants and refining elixirs consumes a lot of spiritual energy. She has overdrafted many times in order to refine more elixirs for Mr. Long. If Mu Wanwan is not a third-level monk now, I am afraid it will not be just at night. It’s so easy to fall into deep sleep when tired.
After she fell asleep, Mr. Long slowly sat up. There was a little pain in his legs. He used a little spiritual power and was able to move normally.
He slowly approached and reached out to touch her head, with a lingering smile on his lips.
His little lady must be exhausted.
When she looked at him, she was so shy and so happy. Could this mean that she actually had other feelings for him? Mr. Long's fingertips traced the soft corners of her lips, and after a while he cautiously came forward and kissed her gently.
She was so kind that he couldn't let go. He even had a humble hope that Ao Qin wouldn't discover the secrets here. He hoped that days like this could last forever.
It’s just that the dragon Mrs. Jean keeps is a bad dragon, a very bad dragon. He wants to go out once.
He used to like hiding things outside. Once he sneered and threw the jewelry and clothes given to him by the demon clan for his future wife in that shabby place. Now, he really wants to get them back. .
There are also many spiritual stones and treasures hidden there. With those things, Madam will not have to work so hard.
He had thought about how to just run away with her, but he was still too weak now and could easily be discovered by Ao Qin. He was so arrogant before and provoked so many enemies, so he couldn't completely protect her outside. Zhou Quan, it is better to let her stay here safely for the time being.
He wanted to stay away from her, but he was too selfish after all. Looking at her wearing the pendant she didn't know who gave her these past two days, he felt jealous every time.
However, that day he only revealed a little bit of his inner thoughts, and his terrifying eyes almost made her cry.
His possessiveness is so fierce that he cannot let it show even a little bit.
Mr. Long's eyelashes swept over Mu's curved eyelids, and he reached out to touch her smooth cheek, thinking that what she likes is him who is weak, pitiful, and pretending to be indifferent.
If he exposed those cruel, dark thoughts, she would be scared away.
If he leaves her and is no longer by her side, maybe in the future that **** furry **** who may become spiritually intelligent and grow up in a hundred years may take his place in her heart.
When he thought of this, Mr. Long was about to explode.
He even wanted to ignore Mu Wanwan's wishes and let her be with him forever.
He leaned against Mu Wanwan's ear and gently held her hand. He was no longer as cold as he was during the day. He stroked her satin-like hair and said in a voice like a dragon's cub, "I'll give you better." ”
"Wait for me to come back."
He suppressed his emotions and bit her earlobe, "Wait until I come back."