I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 82|Eighty-two dragons
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It took Mu Wanwan a while to digest the fact that Mao Jiu was a cub of Bai Feng. Looking at Mao Jiu, who was getting fatter and fatter, suddenly she felt a little bit more expectant.
If it is Bai Feng, Mao Jiu will be very beautiful and majestic when he grows up, right?
But Mr. Long said that he got Mengmeng from the demon clan. If he inherited the past memories, would he leave her just now?
After she woke up, she learned from Mr. Long that Mengmeng’s current consciousness was about that of a three-year-old child. It was now considered its infancy. In fact, it needed to absorb a lot of spiritual power and eat many spiritual things from heaven and earth every day. .
Mr. Long said that when he brought Mengmeng out of the Monster Clan, he never thought that it might hatch, because Mengmeng’s vitality was actually very weak at the time, and in the following decades it became even more like a monster. A dead phoenix egg.
Mu Wanwan looked at Mengmeng, who was getting more and more out-of-temper in the yard, and worriedly put down the spiritual plant he was cultivating——
Maojiu accompanied her through a long period of time when Mr. Long did not wake up. Her feelings for Maojiu were not just a simple pet mentality. Now she knows that he may be able to open his mind, and even a few years later It is possible that she can transform, and she will have a mentality similar to that of an old mother_(:з」∠)_
Although I know that if Mengmeng returns to the Monster Clan, it may be better for its growth, but now Mu Wanwan is still reluctant.
Moreover, Mr. Long brought back a lot of spiritual stones this time, so he should be able to support Feijiu in a while.
"Chirp!"
Mengmeng waved her little wings and practiced flying desperately. Since she was bitten by the evil dragon, her body has become fatter and fatter. Although she didn't fly very well before, she can still glide for a certain distance. Now it is too heavy to fly QAQ
The chirping fur was fluttering in the cold wind, and the fur on half of its body was blown to and fro. With sharp eyes, Mu Wanwan saw a few black fur falling off its body.
Oops, Feijiu lost her hair.
"Tired?" A slightly cold voice mixed with obvious jealousy sounded. Mu Wanwan recovered from staring at Mao Jiu, turned around and saw her dragon.
Little Tianlong’s eyes stayed on the hem of her skirt, and he said indifferently, "The glitter is enough to support you."
Mu Wanwan: "......"
The corners of her lips rose unconsciously, and she shook her head towards Mr. Long, who was sitting among a pile of spiritual stones, "I'm not tired."
I don’t know if this dragon likes her custom-made wheelchair from Tie Bo or something else. Except when he wants to wash up in the evening, he will shyly stand up and go out with his ears shaking, and usually sits in a wheelchair.
She glanced at a certain dragon who nodded coldly, a bit dumbfounded. This dragon brought back a lot of spiritual stones this time, which was enough to support herself. But only she can refine some elixirs that can alleviate the curse.
Although Mr. Long has alleviated many curses with the help of the special life leader, there are still some that have not been removed. In addition, he went out this time and injured himself again. She still wants to refine more. Some elixirs are on standby.
"Come."
Seeing her distracted looking at the glitter on the ground, Mr. Long tilted his head and said.
Mu Wanwan was a little confused and walked to him.
In an instant, the hand with the bracelet was held up, and Mu Wanwan opened his eyes slightly in surprise——
Why is this awkward dragon so proactive today?
Mr. Long raised his dark eyes and glanced at her, his ears a little red, "This one is not good, change it."
Mu Wanwan smiled softly, feeling itchy in her heart. She couldn't help but want to tease him. She wanted to say, "I like all the gifts from my husband", but the word "husband" seemed to be stuck in her throat. It's the same, and I can't say anything.
In the end, she just felt the temperature of Mr. Long's big hand which was much hotter than hers, and slowly blushed.
"Ice." Mr. Long held his wife's soft little hand. He was shy but also very happy. He simply took her other hand and held it together in his broad palm.
He is tall and has big hands. Mu Wanwan originally thought that her hands were not small among girls, and they were a bit rough because she had been cultivating spiritual plants, but compared with his, they looked very petite.
He was able to wrap her hand completely, keeping her warm and insulated from the cold air outside.
In fact, she is already a third-level monk. She has made a small breakthrough when she woke up this time. Her strength has reached the late third-level. She has adapted well to the current temperature of around zero degrees. At most, her hands will be colder, but she won’t actually feel it. How cold.
But being treated like this still makes my heart warm.
He's really nice.
After covering it for a while, the serious and scheming Shy Long finally let go of his wife’s hand, and took out a new bracelet with a red face——
Last night, while his wife was asleep, he found a piece of fine and inconspicuous Qingxin Jade and used his spiritual power to grind it out bit by bit. The order cannot recognize its owner, but anything in it can be used.
"The treasures are all inside." Mr. Long slowly put the bracelet on Mu's curved wrist. The size was very suitable.
Mu Wanwan was a little confused, "Huh?"
Mr. Long felt a little embarrassed again. Seeing Mu Wanwan’s unexpected expression, he felt even more guilty——
She has been married to him for so long, and she has never gotten anything good. The overwhelming wealth and power he enjoyed before, but now he can only pick up some treasures that he left outside and give them to her.
"A little less." Mr. Long hesitated, his voice slightly hoarse, "I'll give you more in the future."
More, more shiny than mountains.
She likes that kind of skirt, but that kind of material is rare. It is the essence of a special kind of life under the sea. In addition to pink and purple, there are also bright yellow and green. In a few days, he will go to the bottom of the sea. Find some and give her a few more sets.
Fortunately, Mu Wanwan didn’t know that Mr. Long was planning to give her a few more sets of clothes with strange aesthetics. The previous two sets of clothes that Mr. Long had been looking forward to her wearing, she could only use the bad weather now to wear those clothes that looked a bit weird. Leng was fooled by this excuse.
Mu Wanwan looked at the bracelet on his wrist, and in his expectant eyes, he recognized its owner.
The spiritual power probed in, and Mu Wanwan "saw" it. A mountain-like pile of spiritual stones, countless gold coins, gems, and many luxurious things slowly filled the entire large space.
Is this a bit less?
Was she blinded by poverty and ignorant of the power of money? She thought that what was on the ground was all Mr. Long got from going out this time. Just now she was worried about whether she would not be able to raise Mengmeng.
Now......
Looking at Mr. Long’s serious eyes, she realized deeply for the first time:
The poor and miserable Mr. Xiaolong in my memory, and the extremely miserable Mr. Dalong when we first met him, were once really an extremely powerful and wealthy domineering, local tyrant and dragon cub who was pure 24k inlaid with top-quality spiritual stones.
My heart is sweet and sour.
However, she did not reject it in a pretentious manner and accepted it.
Mr. Long pursed his lips slightly, "Do you like it?"
Mu Wanwan smiled and rolled his eyes, shaking the bracelet on his wrist, "I like it very much."
.......
When they went to bed at night, probably because of shyness, the two of them still did not sleep in the same bed, but the difference from before was that they would talk for a while.
Mu Wanwan listened to Mengmeng's little breathing sound as she fell asleep in her ear, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Long, I'm going to the market the day after tomorrow."
I had made a contract with Uncle Zong before, and I still have to go to Jiu Qing to deal with things, although they are no longer short of money.
Long said "hmm" and tapped his slender fingers on the side of the wheelchair, "Together."
Mu Wanwan: "..."
Did she hear wrongly?
"You," Mu Wanwan was a little worried, "your injury..."
Mr. Long’s narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and there was a cold smile on his lips, “It’s okay.”
This time when he went out, although he was seriously injured, it was a blessing in disguise. The curse in his body was alleviated a lot, and the original core was successfully connected to the sixth piece.
The scars Mu Wanwan touched were more of the traces left after connecting to the proto-nucleus. His prototype was much more miserable than it is now.
Although in human form, only the broken horns and half-bald ears are a bit desolate, in other forms, no matter how he hides it, it can't change the fact that he is already a disabled dragon.
In the past few days, with the help of a large number of spiritual stones and elixirs, his strength has finally returned to the sixth level. Although he cannot compete with the dragon clan, he is not as desperate as before.
The weak light cast a sharp, warm light between his brows. His facial features were deep, and there was a blurry shadow around his eye sockets. His eyelids were slightly drooped, but he seemed to have a hint of murderous intent.
At least, he can protect her.
Even if the abyss collapses and all the armies are in a sea of blood.
The thought that had been brewing in his heart for a long time gradually eased the hatred in his eyes——
In the nearly hundred years since he became the king, he has forgotten the feeling of violent beating of his heart, and has persisted in his own way in the abyss of loneliness, even cruelly and tyrannically refusing anyone's approach.
He broke through to the seventh level before he was thirty, but he remained stuck.
Maybe this defeat was just to meet her.
For the first time, Mr. Long felt that revenge on those dragons who had bullied and laughed at him was no longer that important. Even what kind of creature he was was no longer that important.
He met her.
There were still some curse marks on Mr. Long’s face, and his long hair hung down, covering some of it. In Mu Wanwan’s eyes, it looked like drops of blood. For a moment, he was separated from those imprisoned in his memory. Mr. Xiaolong in the cage seems to have reunited.
Mu Wanwan's heart was sore and she was speechless for a moment.
Mr. Long looked at her, his expression softened, his knotted brows relaxed, his lips were still pursed, but at this moment it was like thousands of ice and snow melting away.
"Will you go with me?"
He spoke unnaturally of love words that he was not good at, and there was deep attachment hidden in his cold eyes, pouring out bit by bit as his long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
As Mr. Long said this, he tilted his head in embarrassment, but mustered up the courage to stretch out his big hand towards her, wanting to grab her under the other quilt.
Obviously he is an old dragon who has seen countless beauties, but at this moment he looks like a young man who is eager to express himself in front of the people he likes. He only has an urgent hope of being recognized and a strong and paranoid possessive desire. .
Those thoughts that he had thought about before, not to provoke him until everything settled down, had long since been like a rushing torrent, completely forgotten by him who was so slow and greedy.
Only the love that remains in the heart after the storm is swept away, shining with the luster of gems.
He wanted to take her away.