I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 78|Seventy-eight dragons

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Not to mention that before a certain shameless licking dragon fell asleep, he asked his favorite wife over and over again in her ear the question of who gave her the pendant and hairpin. Let’s just say that he was asleep. After that, he still stubbornly held Mu's bent waist.

Although he didn't exert much force, his arms and chest were stiff. He felt comfortable holding the soft lady, but Mu Wanwan was not comfortable at all.

Poor she was already very tired, her soul was exhausted, and she had to be held in the arms of a hard ugly dragon. If it weren't for the fact that it was winter and a certain dragon's body temperature was very high and still barely bearable, Wanwan might be about to be awakened by the hoop.

Even so, Mu Wanwan's sleep was still very painful.

First she dreamed that Mr. Long had not come back, and then she dreamed that she was back in the cage where Mr. Xiao Long was. The magic bird rushed in, biting both of their bodies crazily, and Mr. Long held her in his arms. The cage disappeared, and the two ran away, but she didn't know what happened and fell into a big stove, burning her whole body.

After a long time, the big furnace dragon finally woke up. He gently let go of the lady whose face was flushed (hot), shyly shook the already sparse plush ears, and then stretched out his broad palm. , gently wiped the sweat on her forehead.

He couldn't hold it back anymore and secretly kissed the person again.

Mr. Long licked his lower lip, as if he was savoring the soft taste. It was obviously a seductive move, but he did it very seriously.

Mr. Long glanced at the many spirit stones on the ground that had been absorbed. After thinking for a while, he shook out a lot of spirit stones from the mustard space, cleared a path for people to pass by, and then filled the room.

When his wife reached the fourth level and gained spiritual consciousness, he would give her this mustard space.

"Chew..." When Mr. Long was laying the spiritual stone, Mengmeng, whose body was blackened after being roasted by the fire, finally woke up. It was slapped by the evil dragon and was so painful that it just died. When I got up, I hurriedly stretched out my little wings and touched the dull hair on my head that had finally grown out.

This is Jiu’s favorite silly look. Without Jiu, he wouldn’t be handsome.

After confirming that Dai Mao was fine, Mao Jiu stood up on his thin legs. When he saw the spiritual stones piled on the ground, his big eyes almost flashed. Suddenly, there were so many shiny stones in his house!

Jiu’s favorite thing is glitter, it makes Jiu very comfortable!

Mr. Long glanced at the excited Mao Jiu, his gaze was as mocking as a boss——

Oh, you have never seen the world!

Mr. Long Hao is inhumane. Mr. Overlord seems to have forgotten that he was even more excited than Mao Jiu when he saw Liang Jingjing for the first time.

He didn't care about Mao Chirp anymore, letting it roll about on the pile of shiny crystals while he simply finished cleaning the two of them. Then he took out the elixir that Mu Wanwan had refined for him. There were still some in it that he was reluctant to eat, but now it was just right for his wife to eat.

Feed the elixir...

Mr. Long's cheeks felt hot. He could finally feed the elixir in the way he had imagined before, although this time the person taking the initiative changed from his wife to him.

"Madam, can I feed you the pill?" Mr. Long thought about Mu Wanwan who used the same words to touch his ear when he couldn't respond.

He raised the corners of his lips. He didn't have the gentle and elegant feeling of other handsome dragons. Instead, he imitated the scumbag air of the rogue dragon.

"I can use..." After all, Mr. Long still has some moral bottom line, and he is not embarrassed to say the word "mouth", "Can I feed you the pill?"

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your promise."

Mu Wanwan, who was half-awake, vaguely heard Mr. Long’s voice.

She was actually conscious, but she was still very tired and didn't want to get up.

But, feed pills?

Before Mu Wanwan could react, she felt her chin being pinched by a certain dragon's fingers, and his warm, moist and rapid breath on the tip of her nose hit her lips, bringing with it a shiver that could not be ignored.

What is Mr. Long going to do? ? ?

"Be good." The magnetic, hoarse and emotional voice suddenly exploded in the eardrums, and Mu Wanwan's mind went blank. There was a soft and slightly cold touch on the lips, mixed with the rich fragrance of elixir.

A soft, slippery thing rolled in with a healing pill——

The smell of the orange-flavored Huiling Pill, which contains rich spiritual power, instantly filled the air. With a gentle and casual touch, Mu Wanwan felt that his mind went blank and he could not think about anything.

Mr. Long is no better than her. He already regrets it and is about to spontaneously combust.

Except for the sporadic curse marks, there was no normal color of skin on his face. The blush spread all the way to his neck, staining his delicate collarbone with an ambiguous red.

In the end, Mr. Long, who had planned to kiss her enough, was defeated. He quickly let go of his little lady and pretended to be calm and wiped away the trace of water on her lips.

Then he stood up, "calmly" tidied his messy long hair, and walked faster and faster. He was a little hot, so he wanted to go to the side hall to wash his face a few times to calm down.

In fact, Mr. Long’s “calmness”, in the eyes of Mengmeng who has had enough “shining”, is actually like an old dragon with a flushed face and sluggish steps as if his body has been hollowed out →_→

"啾~"

The bad dragon finally got his comeuppance, Jiu is really happy!

After Mr. Long closed the door and left, Mu Wanwan, who was lying on the bed, finally couldn't help but open his eyes——

She must have been dreaming just now, right? !

Otherwise, why would she think that the extremely twisted dragon would be so... passionate and unrestrained...

However, the sweet smell of orange in her mouth, the warm touch that still lingers on her chin, and her forehead that no longer hurts... all these are telling her——

She was not dreaming.

Her dragon really came back, helped her treat her wounds, and even secretly kissed her.

Mu Wanwan patted her face and wanted to sit up, but there was a sudden soreness in her waist, and a numbness suddenly shot up from her spine, making her almost collapse on the bed.

Why did she feel so uncomfortable when she woke up after a good night's sleep? But she felt that nothing had happened.

Her vision was a little dull, and Mu Wanwan slowly came back to her senses. She struggled several times before finally sitting up halfway. This time, she saw clearly an extremely conspicuous and indescribable piece hanging on the curtain opposite her. clothing.

The overall color is bright pink, and the material looks very, very expensive at first glance. The style is very strange. It doesn't look like a jacket or skirt, nor does it look like the loose and elegant clothes that female cultivators like. Instead, it has a bit of a modern princess skirt. The collar was made of the fur of some unknown animal, and it was colorful.

Just looking at that bright pink dress almost took her breath away. Mu Wanwan felt that her eyes started to hurt. She glanced at the hem of the dress, which was actually inlaid with colorful gems. .

How could such a skirt, which looks expensive but not pretty at all, hang above her bed?

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head. She glanced at the bedside and was almost blinded by a pile of spiritual stones.

"Chirp!" Mengmeng saw her waking up, and happily picked up a bright crystal, jumped from a pile of spiritual stones to the bedside, and gave the bright crystal carefully selected by Jiu to her hand.

Mu Wanwan held the spirit stone in her hand dreamily.

What happened? Did Mr. Long bring these back? There was a sound of the door being pushed open in her ears. She subconsciously looked out the door and met Mr. Long's narrow eyes.

He looked healthier than before, his complexion was no longer bloodless and pale, and the once terrifying curse marks had also been reduced a lot, leaving only dots of black and red lines.

He looks more like Mr. Xiaolong, but he has grown up, the tip of his nose is not as round as before, his eyebrows are still dark, and the terrible thing is that his eyelashes are getting longer and longer.

He didn't know what he had just gone out to do. His long black hair was hanging down, and drops of water were falling from his temples.

The broken horn is still as ferocious as ever, but why do the originally white furry ears seem to be bald?

Perhaps because Mu Wanwan's gaze was too surprised, Mr. Long realized something. The next second, the pair of ears disappeared, as if it was just her illusion.

Mu Wanwan blinked and lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

The same goes for Mr. Long. He just walked in coldly and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, one person and one dragon were stunned at the same time. In broad daylight, the lonely dragon and the widow were still closed.

What do you want to do_(:з　∠)_

Mu Wanwan’s face was a little red. From the corner of her eye, she saw a certain dragon seriously unfolding the wheelchair she had received from Tie Bo and sitting on it. Then, facing a pile of spiritual stones, he lowered his head as if he wanted to practice. look.

She suddenly couldn't hold back the evil fire——

Isn't this dragon going to say something to her? Why did you come back so late? Why does the curse on your face seem to be much better? Why did she get so many spiritual stones and a dress that almost blinded her eyes?

Isn't this dress the one he planned to give to her?

Mu turned her head crookedly and felt as if something was falling down from her head. She subconsciously reached out and touched it, and found a hairpin in the messy hair.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

Oh haha, it’s different from the one she wore on her head before and the one Jiuqing gave her:)

Seeing the hairpin given by Jiu Qing placed on the table aside, Mu Wanwan couldn't help it. The dragon took her back and didn't let her loose her hair. Instead, he gave her a new hairpin? What on earth is Mr. Long thinking?

"Mr. Long..."

"You..."

The two spoke at the same time. Mr. Long did not dare to look at her and scratched the back of the wheelchair with his fingers.

"..." Mu Wanwan was silent for a moment, wanting to wait for the dragon to speak, but after waiting for a long time, the dragon didn't say anything.

She was a little helpless, thinking of the embarrassed Mr. Xiaolong in Uncle Tie's memory, and finally softened, her voice a little aggrieved, "Why did you come back?"

This was the first time she complained to him, but it did not make Mr. Long feel guilty, painful, heart-wrenching, and a series of sadomasochistic reunion plots. Instead, it made Mr. Long feel a little itchy.

He looked at Mu Wanwan's messy hair, her untidy clothes, her hands holding the sheets subconsciously, her slightly lowered eyes, and the tips of her ears felt hot.

He wanted to explain, he wanted to say it was because he was in trouble, but he was afraid that she would worry, so he didn't hold back a word for a long time. When Mu Wanwan couldn't help but look at him, he said with a calm voice and a cold face. , "Clothes."

"What?" Mu Wanwan looked at him and saw Mr. Long silent, slowly moving his wheelchair through the road among the spiritual stones, moved to the bedside, and came to her.

A breeze blew in front of Mu Wanwan. Her long hair was a little confusing, and a trace of beautiful expectations could not be suppressed in her heart. When she finished arranging her hair with a slight blush, she saw that it was hanging on the bed. The indescribable bright pink dress on her head was held in Mr. Long's hand.

"Good-looking." Mr. Long's voice was cold and clear, but Mu Wanwan could see a hint of expectation from his slightly trembling eyelashes, "Send it to you."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She took the dress from Mr. Long with trembling hands and gritted her teeth against her will for love, "I quite like it."

A certain dragon's eyes lit up, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips, with a fleeting smile appearing in his eyes. Mu Wanwan saw that he had carefully changed into another one and that bright pink one from nowhere. A tender purple dress with a similar style was handed to her awkwardly, "There are more."

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