I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 97|Ninety-seven dragons

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The leader's voice was soft, with some ethereal depth, "because of the situation."

"Situation?" Leng An was puzzled.

He has been the master of the Xianqing Pavilion in the capital of the Dragon Clan for decades, and he has a lot of information about the Dragon Clan Lord. It is very clear from his poor childhood to the approximate place where he fled now.

The Dragon Lord had experienced several life-and-death crises before, but the Master never said he wanted to help.

Even the master treated several of their disciples with an air of indifference. The last time he helped the Dragon Clan Lord who almost died on the road, he was already surprised. This time, he even asked his uncle to To occupy territory that clearly does not belong to their special life alliance.

Completely incomprehensible.

"Disciple." The leader said with deep eyes and a relaxed tone, "I would like to ask you, after so many years, how do you control the situation on the mainland?"

Leng An was a little confused, but still pondered for a moment and said, "In the past tens of thousands of years, no monks of any race have ascended."

"The human race values ​​feelings. The senior monks found a way to open a teleportation formation in the upper world and send a ninth-level formation down. Even if the mainland is destroyed, their human race cultivation world can still be self-sufficient and live well. The rest. Among the several races, the Dragon Clan is stagnant, the Witch Clan is getting stronger and stronger, and the Monster Clan is gaining power. Most of us special beings are only willing to live a small life, and other races are very weak."

"Well, your analysis is good." The leader added another point, "Many of the monsters are very weak and cannot leave the devil world for life, and not all monsters can curse people. Most of them will only leave behind the devil's energy. , and these can be eliminated with elixirs."

The leader gave him an unclear look, "Apart from me and a few old guys who are basically never born, there are very few people who can do this now."

Leng An vaguely understood something, and guessed a little uncertainly, "Master, are you helping your little junior sister because of her husband?"

The leader glared, "Junior sister, don't talk nonsense, I haven't even met her yet."

The tentacles on Leng An's forehead are curved. His master likes to talk about him and talk about him. Isn't he just interested in the talent of the little lady of the leader of the dragon clan who can alleviate the curses of the witches and demons? He wants to Do you want to be someone’s master?

In the end, he talked about a lot of things and things, which made him think that the mainland was going to be destroyed.

He said that even if those high-level monsters were not very satisfied with where they lived now, they had no intention of destroying the continent before. After all, his brothers were in the demon world.

He did not receive any news of unrest in the demon world and attempts to capture the mainland. On the contrary, life in the demon world was indeed becoming more and more difficult. Ordinary monsters had a very difficult life, and only the top monsters lived well.

Recently, the mermaid clan has indeed been affected by the unrest caused by the underlying monsters, but there is still a long way to go before the continent is destroyed, and Master is really uncomfortable. Leng An couldn't figure it out. Since he wanted Mu Wanwan to be his apprentice so much, he could just tell her clearly and get the person over, but now it was a lot of trouble.

The leader glanced at him, probably seeing his confusion, and said, "There are tests for me to accept a disciple."

The first test is whether she is really willing to persevere in crisis, and the second test is whether she can make progress in difficult situations.

As for the dragon, if he could break through, he would barely object to them being together.

The leader shook his beard. Although he said that he was not planning to take Mu Wanwan as his disciple, he had already exerted his protective energy that belonged to the Special Life Alliance.

Leng An understood now and did not ask this question again. He only said, "Master, are you going to let the Qinglong Clan think that the Lord of the Dragon Clan is here?"

"Yes." The leader nodded, "Let's wait for a few days."

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although there are no seventh-level strong men in the dragon clan, the number of sixth-level strong men is indeed the largest. Even if Mo Teng is very powerful, it is impossible to resist the siege of more than a dozen giant dragons.

The dragon tribe's men were divided into several groups, and Ao Qin went to the Wu tribe to fight with Wu Yao. The remaining people, in addition to looking for Mr. Long's whereabouts, also needed someone to maintain law and order and guard the forbidden area.

In fact, it should still take a while.

Based on his previous information, although he could not completely deduce the exact location of his future apprentice and her husband, they were probably at the other end, close to the demon world.

——His calculation was correct, Mu Wanwan and Mr. Long were indeed close to the demon world.

It's just that it's not islands with almost no life, but under the sea.

After one person and one dragon listened to the whole process reported by Bai Huan in the Qinglong Transmission Order, Mu Wanwan asked cautiously, "Mr. Long, we should not be where Bai Huan said we are now, right?"

A certain dragon looked at the worry hidden in her eyes and rubbed her head, "We are on the other side."

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him, "Okay, how do you want to eat this shrimp?"

Mr. Long's expression was stagnant, his thin lips pursed, and there was a hint of guilt that could not be concealed in his eyes.

"You." A trace of his temple hair was hanging down, with some water stains slipping down, and his eyelashes trembled, "Aren't you worried about how long you have to stay here?"

Mu Wanwan knew from his voice that the dragon was becoming sensitive again. She didn’t give him a chance to think wildly, and said love words that she was embarrassed to say, “I’m worried, but as long as I’m with you, I’ll be fine wherever I am. Okay."

After she finished speaking, her face turned red and she quickly changed the subject, "I, I'm going to see Mengmeng..."

How could she not be worried? It’s just that she didn’t want to put any more pressure on Mr. Long.

Perhaps she was afraid that the dragon would once again feel that he was a burden to her, and that he would get into trouble again. She felt that if it weren't for him, she wouldn't be huddled in a small cave like she is now, unable to have a normal life. and socializing.

Though it really doesn't matter to her.

Mu Wanwan's heart beat a little fast. This was the first time she said such disgusting words.

Although they had kissed and were considered married, she did not seem to have said out loud that she liked him very much and wanted to be with him forever.

Even this time it was said a bit tactfully.

Mu Wanwan pressed her red face and took a few steps, but this time Mr. Long did not hold her back.

My heart was still a little empty. When Mu walked into the cave crookedly, he couldn't help turning his head. He saw the dragon's eyebrows lowered through the curtain, and the exposed skin was red.

My mood suddenly relaxed a little, Mu Wanwan felt less shy, and used her spiritual power to fish out Mengmeng from the mustard space.

It has become more restrained now, maybe because it has opened up its intelligence and started to pay attention to its own neatness. In the past, it would roll around and play with the chicken cubs, but now it keeps a reserved distance from them.

I don’t know who he looks like, but he occasionally combs his little feathers that are constantly falling off.

When Mu Wanwan fished it out, Mr. Long also regained his composure. As soon as he stepped in, Mengmeng sneezed. Mu Wanwan failed to hold Mengmeng firmly, and the fur fluttered. He flapped his wings a few times and slapped a certain dragon on the face.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mr. Long: "..."

Mao Jiu knew he had done something wrong. When he met a certain dragon's gaze, he ran to Mu Wanwan in fear and hugged her thigh.

Mu bent his head and met a pair of wavy eyes.

"Okay, don't be harsh on it."

She touched Da Maojiu, took out some fruit and coaxed him.

A certain dragon who was told not to be aggressive: "..."

Mr. Long felt wronged, and Mr. Long felt sad.

Before Long could get over the sweet joy of his wife's suspected confession, he was hit hard.

He used to think that more eggs would be better, but now...

As long as there is a process of giving birth to a baby dragon, it will be fine.

Mr. Long's eyes were a little averted, and his face, which had finally stopped being so red, turned red again.

He looked at Mu Wanwan who was soothing Mao Jiu gently, wiped the cute fallen white hair on his cheek with his slender fingers, shook Mao Jiu's ears in aggrieved manner, walked to her side, and squeezed Jiu Jiu away. , said with a cold face, "I didn't hurt it."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She really wants to say that Mr. Long, your current expression is a bit scary.

"Okay, it's not serious." Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. After saying this, she saw a certain dragon's dark eyebrows gradually widening as she spoke.

She saw him smiling at her, revealing that rare little pear dimple.

Teasing her again is too much!

One person and one dragon were like the most ordinary couple. They kissed each other carefully, and then in the slightly desolate cave, they discussed when to leave and what they needed to take with them.

Although the future is so uncertain, and there seems to be endless storms and battles, at least at this moment, during this lunch time, their days seem very peaceful.

The food he brought back this time was delicious. Maybe it was because Mr. Long ate it with her. The shrimp meat tasted very sweet, very sweet, very sweet.

For the next time, neither one person nor one dragon rested. They seemed to have a tacit understanding that did not need to be expressed. One worked hard to regain his strength, and the other worked hard to refine elixirs to solve his worries.

It’s just that occasionally when we are free, our eyes interact, and when we see each other, we feel that the fatigue is like a floating cotton cloud, which dissipates in an instant.

Mao Jiu is also very obedient. He eats and plays during the day and sleeps at night =_=!

It's really delicious and lazy, except for the occasional moment when Mu Wanwan, who has used up all his elixir fire, grabs him and uses it as a strong man to squirt for a while, and he lives a leisurely life.

Furthermore, the cute old father also likes to go out and bring back fresh ingredients every day, so his food is better than when he was in the house before, and he has grown into a super fat chirp.

Fortunately, the fire-breathing ability is also stronger, otherwise Mu Wanwan would dislike it a little bit.

Looking at the freshly baked third-order Ningxue Dan, Mu Wanwan rubbed his sore eyes.

The sound of Mr. Long standing up was heard in his ears. Mu Wanwan opened his misty eyes and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

According to her calculation of time, it should have been more than thirty hours since she last woke up from sleep.

"Siren." Mr. Long's eyes flashed with golden light, he walked to her side, bent down and kissed her forehead, "Don't look."

Now he seems to have acquired some new tricks to seduce his wife and appease her. Although he is still shy, he is much more proactive.

Mu Wanwan stood up and took his hand, "I'll go too."

Mr. Long held her hand tightly with his big palm and said nothing. Only the broken horn on his forehead suddenly appeared and gradually turned into a shiny and translucent color.

Same as the previous times, it completely wrapped her up, forming a spiritual shield.

"I would be worried." His voice concealed the fear of not wanting to be discovered, but his face was as calm as ever.

She didn't even know about the dark and **** past. He had always been just a weak image in front of her.

Mr. Long knew that because of this, he became more and more worried about how she would look when she saw him going on a killing spree. Even if she accepts it, she will inevitably feel very uncomfortable. He will be worried that she is real, and he does not want her to see that kind of killing scene. It is also true.

It’s just that Mr. Long never knows how bad his acting skills are.

The twinkling gaze, the eyes that dared not look directly, and the corners of the lips that drooped a little, all said clearly that he was hiding something from her.

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless, but there were few clues. She didn't know exactly what Mr. Long was hiding from her, and she didn't have to go out.

She is indeed very weak now and may cause trouble.

Moreover, she felt that Mr. Long would burst into tears if she had to go_(:з」∠)_

"Okay." Mu pointed at Maojiu on the ground, "Bring Mengmeng in too."

Mr. Long paused, and under Mu's crescent eyes, he just made another small spiritual cover to cover Fei Jiu.

Even if Long had to leave his wife, he would never give her up to Fei Jiu, haha.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

I don’t want her to be with him, nor am I willing for her to be with Mao Jiu. Is this dragon going to let her wait for him to come back alone?

Mu Wanwan watched as Mr. Long's palms gradually turned into sharp claws, and his bald ears and missing tail were also exposed, transforming into the fighting appearance of Mr. Xiao Long that Mu Wanwan had seen.

Looking more powerful, most of the withered yellow scales that first met have fallen off, and the tender scales on Mr. Xiaolong's balanced tail that are easily scratched with blood marks are also covered by closely arranged golden scales. .

But his eyes were as sharp as he remembered, and he still straightened out his clothes that were torn after deformation, and looked down at his shoes that were accidentally torn.

He was a little embarrassed, and there was hidden worry under his dark eyebrows. He glanced sideways at Mu Wanwan, pretending not to care, and saw that he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Mu Wanwan pointed to the elixir that had just been prepared on the table, "I have to come back soon."

Mr. Long blinked his long eyelashes gently, curved his lips toward her, took the elixir, and said with stars in his eyes, "Okay."

Mu Wanwan watched his back disappear from sight, and then realized that she didn't know if something was blocked this time. She couldn't hear the sounds outside and couldn't move her body.

Are you afraid that she will go out?

Mu Wanwan was actually a little unhappy. She knew that Mr. Long didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable hearing the sounds of the fighting. She also knew that it was a bit embarrassing for Long to bring his family with him when he went out to fight, but she just couldn’t control her sadness. .

Why don't you want her to come with you?

Mu Wanwan looked angrily at Da Feijiu, who was still sleeping and knew nothing about what was going on outside. After waiting for a while, instead of calming down, he became more and more worried.

The siren's scream last time was still echoing in her ears, and it took Mr. Long a while to solve it. What if there were many this time and he was injured?

He will definitely pretend that it doesn't hurt at all.

Same as before.

But things never went as expected, and Mu Wanwan fell into endless waiting again. Time was stretched out for a long time. When she cultivated a new Ningxue and Mr. Long hadn't come back yet, The feeling of anxiety has surpassed everything.

She wanted to use her spiritual power to spread out, but before the spiritual power spread out, she felt the cave trembled. She slipped uncontrollably and saw some fine stones falling from in front of her. It seemed to hit her heart with great force.

Stupid dragon, stupid dragon, stupid dragon.

Is it difficult to deal with?

She bit her lip hard and tried to get up, trying to use her spiritual power to get out.

The spiritual power shield was flowing with luster, and her wood spiritual power was absorbed almost instantly.

What to do?

Divine consciousness, can divine consciousness be detected?

Mu Wanwan closed her eyes and tried to guide the weak spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness to spread outward.

"!" She tried it more than a dozen times, and her face turned pale from the pain.

The spiritual consciousness finally spread out, but she was very useless. The little spiritual consciousness only swirled around a dozen centimeters in front of her forehead, and there was no way to look out, let alone see Mr. Long.

"Liar."

Mu Wanwan felt very uncomfortable, her lips were trembling a little because of the pain, and she closed her eyes and counted the time.

She has been waiting for nearly an hour.

This dragon is a liar. Every time he says he will come back, he will never come back. She will never believe him again. But please don't let anything happen. Please don't let anything happen.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were a little red, and she felt that the world was gradually starting to sound again.

Gently, call her madam.

It's Mr. Long's voice.

She opened her eyes suddenly and met his eyes that were still shining with golden light. A little blood was stained on his forehead, so embarrassed.

"Don't cry." The dragon must have been extremely scared when he saw her huddled up with her eyes closed.

But dragons are very powerful. In fact, these difficult third-level monsters and nearly a hundred sea monsters are nothing, they are just a little painful, and this cave cannot be lived in anymore.

He was afraid of disturbing her just now, but she didn't expect that she was still a little scared. It was because Long didn't control his strength well.

"They all ran away." Mr. Long said softly, as if he was understanding her fearful mood, "very weak."

Mu Wanwan saw many blood marks on his neck from the Siren's sharp weapon, and the clothes on his body had become tattered. However, his handsome face was only covered with blood beads, and his sore lips were there. Even though he was trembling, he still said that those enemies were weak, and glared at a certain dragon angrily.

But she was very anxious and her eyes were dim with tears. Mr. Long saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, and his heart almost melted at the sight.

She cried in fear.

"Don't be afraid." Mr. Long originally wanted to reach out and wipe her tears, but when he thought that he was worried that the lady was too scared and her hands were not clean, he retracted his big hand and squatted in front of her in a semi-flattery manner, " Don’t cry.”

Mu Wanwan really cried angrily and raised her hands to cover her eyes. Did this dragon think she was afraid? ? ?

She was not afraid of his appearance back then, but now he is just some siren. Even if he looks a bit uglier, she won't be very scared.

Mu Wanwan could hardly speak. She wanted to turn away and ignore him, but when she saw the wounds on his body, she felt heartbroken.

She covered her face, and Long became anxious again, so he kept saying, "Be good", "Don't be afraid", and then...

Mu Wanwan is even more angry:)