I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 72|Seventy-two dragons

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In the middle of the night, there are unabashedly strong emotions and suppressed love in the heart.

He kissed her lips over and over again. It was obvious that he only planned to be separated for a few days, and that he just wanted to get some things back so that she would not have to work so hard. But Long, who was always used to walking alone in the dark, now But he became greedy and dissatisfied.

Reluctant to part with, so reluctant to part with.

He stood up, put on the clothes she bought for him, and tied white fur on his slender fingers, like an invincible general wearing armor.

He moved very gently and tucked her into bed, just like she had done for him countless times.

On the table were Mengmeng's nest and the paper and pen she used to record. Mr. Long spread it out slightly, wanting to leave some pen and ink to tell her that he would be back soon. He spread out two pages, and wanted to I was looking for a blank space, but I caught a glimpse of her beautiful handwriting at the corner of a page——

"Mr. Long, you are such a good dragon."

A line of small words is mixed in with Mu Wanwan’s analysis of material impurities, which is completely different from other content.

The narrow phoenix eyes widened slightly, a flash of surprise flashed under his eyes, a panic surged in his heart, and Mr. Long's cheeks covered with black and red lines turned red instantly.

Looking at the ink marks, it has been a while.

So...

Does this mean that Madam already knows that those spiritual plants were not damaged by Maojiu?

My face is burning with panic, my heart is pounding, and countless reasonable guesses are about to make Mr. Long shy into a braised dragon_(:з」∠)_

She already knew, she already knew that he was awake, so did she also know about the things he did at night?

Junlong's face was flushed, and he covered his cheeks with his broad palms. Only a pair of exposed plush ears seemed to reveal the owner's inner throbbing, shaking back and forth.

The blood seemed to be boiling. It turned out that she knew, she knew.

But even so, she was still so gentle, fully considering his mood, and never exposed him, but silently tolerated him.

Perhaps all the luck in his life was spent on meeting her.

The eyes were filled with the overwhelming love that was like a bursting flood. A low hoarse smile came from the dark room, and Mengmeng was frightened to wake up.

It opened its big eyes, kicked its thin legs, turned over dexterously, jumped onto the table, and met a certain dragon's shining golden eyes. It was so frightened that the hair all over its body stood up.

This dragon is so scary. He is probably crazy. His scary face actually has a smile that Jiujiu can’t understand. It smiles so horribly, and its eyes are still glowing with gold. It scares the baby Jiujiu to death!

"Shh." Mr. Long saw that Maojiu was about to cry, and pinched its bright yellow beak with quick eyes and hands. He was in such a good mood, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Man, why are you crying."

Mengmeng looked at him with wavy eyes.

Mr. Long saw that it was pitiful. The hair on its head was bald and it was much uglier than before. However, he still had no mercy at all. His fingertips flashed a bright light and touched Maojiu's head, "I During these few days of absence, you must protect Wanwan."

Mengmeng felt that a lot of things were stuffed into her little head by the terrifying evil dragon. She kicked off her thin legs and fainted.

Mr. Long raised the corners of his lips, held the pen, and wrote on the paper with a red face.

Every time he wrote, he paused for a long time. He didn't know whether he was conceiving the content or thinking about how to write to make his wife feel that his handwriting would not be so ugly.

Choulong wrote her name one stroke at a time, more seriously than anything else. When the two words were finished, he couldn't help but quietly walked to the bedside, kissed the corner of her lips, and extended his hand in an evil way. His tongue licked her lips.

Mu Wanwan didn’t feel anything, he was almost dying of embarrassment.

After waiting for most of the night, the dragon left.

.......

When Mu Wanwan woke up early the next morning, she glanced to the side out of habit. Long, who was sleeping beside him, did not half-close his eyes awkwardly waiting for her to say hello as usual.

There was nothing there.

Mu Wanwan originally felt a little sleepy, but now there was no trace of drowsiness at all.

Where is her dragon?

After rubbing his eyes and confirming that Mr. Long was really not there on the jade bed, Mu Wanwan was a little panicked. He comforted himself that Mr. Long might have almost recovered and walked around the yard in a wheelchair.

She hurriedly got up and found that the wheelchair was parked beside the bed, and the clothes and shoes she bought for Nalong were gone.

Where did you go?

Why don't you tell her?

Mu Wanwan only hurriedly put on a piece of clothing and started looking for Long everywhere, but she searched the entire palace and could not see Mr. Long.

"Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan walked to the door in a daze, his eyes sore from disappointment——

Her dragon is gone.

Nowhere.

"Where have you been?" Panic filled his heart, and Mu Wanwan walked into the house a little distracted.

She sat at the table and wanted to talk to Mengmeng, only to find that Xiao Feijiu had been sleeping uncharacteristically today, and there seemed to be something pressed under her fat little body.

"Mengmeng..." Mu Wanwan called its name, pulled out the note it was holding, and opened it with shaking hands.

There are a few lines of words written on it crookedly.

Mu Wanwan felt a little calmer in her heart. She was so full of tears that she couldn't even see what the abominable dragon wrote.

She wiped her tears and saw his ugly words clearly——

"My wife Wanwan:"

"I'll go out for a trip and come back in three to five days. I'll bring gold coins (crossed out) and spiritual stones, don't worry."

"Ling, don't worry about Fat Catalpa (cross out)."

"Husband,"

"Dragon, stay."

Mu Wanwanzi read this short letter carefully several times. When he saw that the signature was "dragon", he couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed qwq.

What, a dragon?

My husband is a dragon, why don’t you leave a name?

Speaking of which, it seems that she really doesn’t know Mr. Long’s name, but why does Mr. Long know her name?

After seeing the note he left, Mu Wanwan didn't panic anymore, and her heart gradually calmed down. Looking at the word "Wanwan" that looked a little prettier than the other words, she felt a little more relieved. Funny and worrying——

Mr. Long’s character seems to have not improved much over the years. At most, it is a little tidy. He was also a bit illiterate, and Mao wrote both of his tweets twice.

But, if he goes out for a few days, will he really not be in danger? Will Ao Qin find out? But if it’s Mr. Long, he should already have a plan, right?

And when did he feel better and be able to act on his own, and the curse no longer mattered? The pills she gave him were not enough. His eyes glanced at the plants on the windowsill. Mu Wanwan frowned. Why didn't he bring some spiritual fruits when he was going out? Is it fun to be hungry?

Mu Wanwan seemed to have seen a certain dragon fainting from hunger on the road.

She sighed, rubbed her head, and cheered up. It was true that going out was so uneasy.

Also, if he was fine before, why didn't he move on his own and let her wash his hair and support him? It's really a good thing and a bad thing.

Recalling some of the things she did a few days ago to help Mr. Long who was "inconvenient to move", Mu Wanwan felt a little embarrassed.

However, in addition to her worries, she also regained some confidence.

Mr. Long is getting better now. Should he be thinking of ways to change the situation this time when he goes out?

Maybe she can look forward to what he will bring back when he comes back.

Prying herself up, Mu Wanwan picked some spiritual fruits and placed them next to Mengmeng. She quickly packed them up and prepared to go out. She had been delayed for more than an hour.

Today is the day she made an appointment with Uncle Zong, and she still has to make money.

Mu Wanwan put on her curtain hat, closed the door to the yard, and after walking for a while, she saw the red leaves waiting not far away.

"Madam, it's a little late today." Hongye is always polite, "Where are you going today?"

Mu Wanwan put the new backpack on the ox cart and smiled at her, "Go to the human and dwarf markets."

.......

While Mu Wanwan was on his way, Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong were waiting anxiously.

"Why hasn't the girl come yet? Did something happen?"

"What are you talking about?" Aunt Yun glared at Uncle Zong, "It can't be anything."

Aunt Hua is also a little worried, "I hope nothing happens, the demon clan is gradually becoming restless."

Uncle Zong was thoughtful and patted his thigh, "These people know how to engage in conspiracies and tricks every day, can't they live in peace?"

Uncle Chen shook his head, "Wait a minute. I recently heard that the Dragon Clan seems to be preparing something. Didn't you notice that there are a lot fewer dragons in several markets? Only the injured ones are on the pre-order list this time. Jin Yan and Bai Huan, those dragon alchemists seem to be busy with something."

"It stands to reason that since we have made so much noise this time, it is impossible for those dragon alchemists not to know that there is probably something else that has hindered them." Uncle Chen analyzed calmly, "Moreover, we have been in and out of the capital recently. There are also more witch clans and demon clans."

After he finished speaking, he noticed dark red animal patterns gradually appearing on the face of Zong Lei on the side, "Damn it, if I meet that **** Witch Clan, I will definitely crush him to death."

Aunt Yun doesn't look very good-looking either. If she hadn't been too impatient and fell into a trap from the witch clan, she might be much stronger than Uncle Zong now.

"Uncle Zong?"

A voice came from outside the door, breaking the solemn atmosphere in the room.

Aunt Hua's eyes lit up, she opened the door to the backyard, and faced Mu Wanwan, who was carrying a basket on his back, with a smile on her face, "Xiaoqian, you're here."

Mu Wanwan responded. Uncle Zong gave her the address of a courtyard last time and asked her not to go directly through the store this time, so she followed.

"Come in quickly." Uncle Zong suppressed his anger and welcomed the person in.

As usual, several people calculated some elixirs and spiritual fruits this time, and Mu Wanwan handed a newly refined second-level Snow Ningxia Pill to Aunt Yun.

"Aunt Yun, this second-order Ningxue Dan is a gift from me. Thank you and Uncle Zong for taking care of you these days." Mu Wanwan said sincerely.

It’s a pity that everyone’s focus is not on the fact that she wants to send Ningxue Pill, but on, “Second-level Ningxue Pill??!”

Uncle Zong’s voice was so loud that Mu Wanwan was frightened and took a step back, "Ah, yes, second level."

"Then the spiritual recovery pill you just mentioned, does it also have a second level?"

"These two bottles are, there are five coins in one bottle." Mu Wanwan said.

Uncle Chen also had complicated eyes, stepped forward and patted Mu's bent shoulder, "Xiao Qian, you are going to get rich."

Mu Wanwan: "......?"

Uncle Chen briefly told her about the recent increase in the price of elixirs.

Mu Wanwan couldn't believe it, "So, you had to replenish me with seven middle-grade spiritual stones last time?"

Uncle Chen smiled and said, "Yes, if you do the math this time, you can get 28 middle-grade spiritual stones from the first-level Spirit Recovery Pill alone. This does not include the second-level Ningxue Pill. It’s not that your uncle and I still have some wealth, maybe we won’t be able to advance your spiritual stones in advance.”

Mu Wanwan felt that she was rich all at once, and couldn't help but smile.

Uncle Chen didn't waste any time, he directly counted the spiritual stones and took out a shiny high-grade spiritual stone, "A small amount of money, a high-grade spiritual stone, do you want it?"

Mu Wanwan’s eyes lit up, top grade spiritual stone!

This is the first time she has seen a high-grade spiritual stone. It is much smaller than the middle-grade spiritual stone, but both in color and brightness, it is much more beautiful than the middle-grade spiritual stone, and it must have a lot more spiritual power.

If you give this spiritual stone to Mr. Long, will he fully recover immediately?

Mu Wanwan thought about the dragon's expression and felt more and more hopeful.

She finally got a high-grade spiritual stone, eleven medium-grade spiritual stones, more than twenty low-grade spiritual stones and some scattered coins from Uncle Zong.

"That's right." Uncle Zong sighed and handed a reservation list to Mu Wanwan, "Girl, do you remember brother and sister Lan'er?"

Mu Wanwan took the list and subconsciously touched her neck. Of course she remembered Lan'er brother and sister.

"The previous one was committed by two close ministers of the Dragon Clan." Uncle Zong looked at her, "Lan'er was also forced to do nothing about the hallucinogenic grass. They have already left the capital."

Mu Wanwan was surprised for a moment, looking at Uncle Zong’s brown eyes, a little panicked——

Uncle Zong knows her identity! I also know about the hallucinogenic grass thing before.

Mu Wanwan quickly calmed down, and she did not expect that her identity could always be hidden from Uncle Zong. She and Uncle Zong were kind to each other. Even if it was for Aunt Yun, Uncle Zong would not do anything to her. Moreover, she was more willing to believe that Uncle Zong, who had always helped her, was a good person.

"I'm not saying this to ask you to forgive them. I just want to ask you if you want to sell the elixir to those two dragon clan members. If not, I can help you avoid it." Uncle Zong A big hand patted her shoulder, "Your Uncle Zong is quite capable, and your Uncle Chen is not weak either."

"If something happens to your husband, you come to me and your Aunt Yun."

Mu Wanwan lowered his head and looked at the names Jin Yan and Bai Huan on the list. In his mind, he seemed to see the elf who called him senior with a smile and a birthmark on his face.

"Thank you very much, Uncle Zong." Mu Wan said curtly, "I still don't really want to sell the elixir to them."

The fact that Lan'er deceived her and planted hallucinogenic grass for her was actually a scar in her heart that she has never been able to uncover. Later, after she learned about the effects of hallucinogenic grass, she became even more unforgivable.

Looking at the names of the two dragons on the list, she could already guess some of them.

If she, the wife, wants to know what Mr. Long is most unwilling to face in his heart, I am afraid that she wants her to hate Mr. Long.

The dragon at that time was conscious and unable to move. If she bullied him, maybe her sensitive personality would be heartbroken. They wanted to see her husband’s jokes and take advantage of the weak and innocent people around her. No matter what, Neither can be forgiven.

"It's okay." Uncle Chen smiled, "But we are not afraid of the two dragons."

"I'm afraid, but you're not." Uncle Zong rolled his eyes at Uncle Chen, "You and Huamei are so strong."

As soon as they interrupted her, Mu Wanwan was in a better mood. She made an appointment with Uncle Zong about the next meeting, then said goodbye and prepared to leave.

She had just come out of the backyard and was planning to buy something. Mr. Long would not be back for three to five days, so she would work **** making alchemy first. Should she buy something else this time and go back to make delicious food?

It didn’t take long for her to pass by a small alley with not many people, and she came across a strange wooden machine dog.

Mu Wanwan blinked and looked at the half-human-tall machine dog that suddenly appeared on the ground and shook his head at her, then spit out a small cloth bag from his mouth and jumped several times, as if It was a signal to her to pick up the cloth bag on the ground.

Mu Wanwan: "...??"