I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Chapter 117:

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"..."

Mu Wanwan's vision was blurred, and she wanted to reach out with her other hand to touch her dragon, but there were only waves of pain.

The dragon helped her do what she couldn't do——

Carefully held her in his arms, took her other hand that was holding his shirt, and placed it on his cheek.

The red blood stained half of his face, but Mr. Long didn't dislike it at all.

He arched his eyebrows, just as Mu Wanwan expected him to do countless times, tilted his cheek slightly, and touched her fingertips with his lips.

It seems to be saying.

It's true.

Mu Wanwan tried her best to open her half-closed eyes. The pain made her almost speechless.

Mr. Long hugged her and gently landed on the ground. He gently wiped away the blood on Mu Wanwan's forehead. When he saw her injured appearance clearly, the guilt and anger that filled her body almost made him beat again. The heart was torn.

The thin lips suddenly raised, and a terrifying arc flashed in his eyes.

Less than three days have passed since the outside world, and his wife was killed by these chasing and biting dogs. If he had come back later, wouldn't he have completely lost her?

Feeling a gentle touch on his hand, Mr. Long looked down and saw her holding on to her body that was about to collapse, and said with all his strength, "Cute...cute..."

"Leave it to me." Mr. Long said, holding her right arm that was about to disappear.

Mu Wanwan only felt a burst of warmth coming from her right arm. The suffocation that had made her almost unbearable was relieved a lot, and all the pain disappeared. Only a little fatigue remained, but her body was on the verge of collapse and she was temporarily unable to speak out.

She was held in a certain dragon's arms. When she saw him standing up, he lowered his eyes and curled his lips towards her. The rainstones that were about to fall and the thunder that roared around her ears seemed to be silenced, leaving only the sky. golden shimmer.

She was slightly stunned, and a thin light fell into her eyes.

Mr. Long's consciousness was slightly shaken, and the huge world projection came. The stones and the ground that were about to collapse immediately stopped, and along with them, there were also people who were about to give the flaming hair ball a fatal blow. Ao Qin, and Wu Yao, who was watching the excitement with his arms folded.

What's going on?

The green dragon has a huge mouth, and its sharp teeth are exposed. The dragon's whiskers that were originally fluttering in the breeze also stopped in mid-air. His body was suddenly unable to move, and Ao Qin felt a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart.

His huge copper bell-like eyes moved slightly, and the spiritual consciousness that was released but could not be taken back was pinned to the ground by Mr. Long's huge world projection. Waves of stinging pain came from the sea of ​​consciousness, and Ao Qin was horrified. Saw the dragon that was supposed to be dead.

In his arms, he held Mu Wanwan, who was expected to be beaten to death. Except for the blood on his face, his whole body was not stained.

The warriors of the Dragon and Witch tribes who were fighting to kill Jiu Qing and the others were completely unable to move in the face of such an almost irresistible force.

What's going on? ! !

Now the simple fears in his heart were fully realized. The dragon is not dead, how is this possible!

His broken horns are all broken, his broken horns are all broken!

The horn representing the life of the dragon has been completely broken, how could he not die!

Did he succeed?

No, impossible.

As soon as this idea appeared, he was killed by Ao Qin. There was no way he could succeed. No dragon had succeeded in tens of thousands of years. How could he, an orphan dragon, succeed? He should be the one who wants to succeed. As long as he eats the white phoenix and sacrifices blood to these talented people, he can break through. He can learn the skills in the core of the forbidden land and have the strength to break through to the highest realm!

Even though he thought so, the jealousy in his heart, like a wildly growing weed, quickly occupied Ao Qin's entire heart. Together with the all-pervasive fear, it intertwined into a network that was fine enough to strangle everything, making the originally arrogant Zhang The "Jun Shang" with his big mouth looks ugly and funny like a big green insect.

The one who was more shocked than Ao Qin was Wu Yao who was watching the joke.

The Wu Clan does not pay attention to spiritual consciousness in their cultivation, but his spiritual consciousness is not weak. It is even stronger than Ao Qin of the same level because he swallowed the chaotic soul, reaching the point of approaching the seventh level.

But now, his spiritual consciousness, which he was originally proud of, has been crushed to the point where he has no room to fight back. His spiritual consciousness, which was originally as thick as a mountain, is as fragile as a pitiful and thin human being under the pressure of Mr. Long’s spiritual consciousness. paper.

Not only did he break through, he also reached a height that Wu Yao had only dreamed of.

This realization almost destroyed all Wu Yao's will. With his limbs and blood Gu unable to move, he had to recognize the reality——

The dragon is back and is an enemy they cannot defeat no matter what.

Wu Yao still had some backbone. Thinking of what he and Ao Qin had done to Mu Wanwan and the others, Wu Yao felt deep regret. He gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.

He was calculating how likely he would be to escape if he sacrificed the lives of all the Wu clan present!

"Chirp..."

The bad dragon is back.

The oversized hair ball, with blood dripping off it and large pieces of down falling off, made a very happy chirping sound.

Great.

He wanted to force himself not to close his eyes, but the pain that could not be ignored and the rapid loss of vitality were like a reminder that Mengmeng looked like he was dozing off.

The big eyes were half closed, and then they were opened hard.

He was burning with an increasingly intense fire, as if it was going to burn him to ashes.

The next moment, the big burning hair ball followed Mr. Long's movements and floated little by little to Mu Wanwan and the other two.

Mu Wanwan’s gaze fell on the fire ball that could no longer see the inside, full of guilt and self-blame.

If it weren’t for protecting her, Mengmeng wouldn’t have been so seriously injured.

Mr. Long noticed her sadness, put her down gently, walked to Mengmeng's side, and put his hand on the fire ball.

When he looked at Mengmeng looking at him, her wavy eyes were shining brightly and were about to close completely. Using the method of spiritual communication, he gave the inaudible chirp the most desired compliment, "Mengmeng finished. We made the agreement, which is great."

The big hairball was relieved——

Mengmeng has fulfilled her promise and is the most powerful and best Jiu≧w≦~ in the world.

I'm so tired. I'm going to sleep. When I wake up, I can see my mother again.

Before slowly closing his eyes, Mao Tuan tried his best to pretend to be happy, but the large tears that snaked down from his eyes and the convulsive reluctance of the young monk’s soul did not stop him at all. passed to the heart of the old father.

Mr. Long helplessly lowered his brows, his palms shining with light, and gently pressed on Mengmeng’s big head, "Go to sleep."

I absorbed too much energy in advance and was bitten again, but fortunately because of my strong will, I entered the state of Nirvana for the first time in advance, which would have been very dangerous...

However, he came back, "It will be okay."

After Mr. Long finished speaking, the newly grown dragon horns flashed, forming a spiritual shield that was brighter and larger than before, wrapping up the big ball of hair that was still burning.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mr. Long's actions. With his reaction, Mengmeng should be fine.

While Mr. Long was doing these things, Jiu Qing pushed away a witch and touched the neck that was almost pierced with lingering fear. Seeing the witch suddenly unable to move, he showed no mercy at all, and a purple light flashed out. He cut open his neck, and purple-green blood splashed out, pouring all over her face.

"That's disgusting." Jiu Qing raised her hand to wipe her face, turned around and looked at the silent battlefield. When her eyes met Mr. Long holding Mu Wanwan, her brows raised unconsciously.

He really succeeded.

Some third-level warriors who were on the verge of death also got a chance to breathe. Under the light liquid created by Mu Wanwan that had not disappeared, they recovered some physical strength and spirit, and killed those unable to bite them to death. The witches and bloodworms that moved were all killed.

Uncle Chen and others also took the opportunity to stand up and treated the Wu clan without mercy. Aunt Hua also hurried to Mu Wanwan's side. Mr. Long, who was not looking, hurriedly checked Mu Wanwan's situation. When he found that her condition was pretty good, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aunt Hua." Aunt Hua's heart skipped a beat when she heard the ignored strong man next to her accurately calling her name, and then she looked squarely at the dragon on her side.

Mu Wanwan cast an approving look at him, and received an embarrassed shake from a certain dragon.

As soon as Uncle Chen came, he saw their hands shaking.

"Uncle Chen." Mr. Long also called him and explained, "My wife told me about you before, thank you very much."

His attitude towards his elders is very respectful, even though the current location and background are so wrong.

Ao Qin still opened his mouth comically. Because he could not close it for a long time, his saliva flowed down and even dripped on the Qinglong clan guards who were also unable to move on the ground. The sense of humiliation made him, who always prided himself on his noble blood, feel humiliated. The dragon clan's self-esteem was almost torn apart.

His consciousness glanced at Mr. Long who was greeting Uncle Chen with a smile on his face, and he felt like a joke!

Isn’t he even worthy of being this dragon’s opponent?

Wu Yao was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. He struggled with all his strength to move his consciousness, only to receive a casual glance from the dragon.

Mr. Long glanced at Wu Yao slightly. Under the hateful eyes of Ao Qin and Wu Yao, he slowly took out a shell bed from the mustard space that could still be used in Mu Wanwan's hand, and then took out another There are several sets of tables, chairs and benches.

Then he carefully carried Mu Wanwan to the bed and motioned for Aunt Chen Shuhua to sit with Mo Teng and Chi Yan who had just arrived.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Jiu Qing came with his injured tail: "…………"

Ao Qin almost vomited blood. Who is he looking down on?

Who do you look down on?

Uncle Chen was not polite and sat down.

Mr. Long carefully put down Mu Wanwan's hand and set up a spiritual shield with her as the center.

It was the same as what Mu Wanwan was familiar with before. The inner layer was a little dark and hazy, making it difficult to see the outside clearly.

"Madam, wait for me for a moment." He rolled up his long eyelashes and said in a calm tone, "There are still some bugs that have not been solved. Don't let the dirty blood smear your eyes."

Feng, who was not far away, shivered when he heard this.

The moment he saw Mr. Long turning his back and not looking at Mu Wanwan, his originally soft expression almost instantly turned into disgust and hatred. When those phoenix eyes glanced at him, they seemed to be careless. The murderous intent made his spine feel cold and his scalp numb.

Those two people are finished.

Feng's hair stood on end as he thought, but he couldn't help but feel so happy.

He and the Dragon Clan have an indirect blood feud.

——Ao Qin watched the dragon slowly approach him, feeling humiliated and unwilling.

Decades of planning, countless days and nights of heart-wrenching jealousy, and the joy of finally getting rid of the shadow, all of which made him unable to accept such a result.

The green dragon's bronze bell-like eyes still had murderous intent and unwillingness. He looked at the dragon that had not even turned into a half-dragon shape. It simply stood in front of him, its eyes shining as sharp as a sword unsheathed. The hatred stabbed in his eyes.

"Ao Qin."

He heard the dragon call his name, and the next moment, it uncontrollably transformed back into human form and knelt at his feet.

Ao Qin wanted to taunt, but found that he couldn't say a word.

A ray of white light suddenly penetrated his body, and Ao Qin suddenly felt that his originally numb knees were stinging like needles piercing his bones. The surrounding environment was also extremely cold, as if his pain was amplified dozens of times. .

Before the dragon even made a move, he was already sweating in pain and in excruciating pain.

"Are you my wife who was touched by this hand?" As soon as the cold voice fell, an unspeakable sharp pain came from his left hand, annihilating bit by bit from the depths of the bone marrow, as if gnawed by countless ants The numbness and itching were accompanied by spasms and twitches, and Ao Qin suddenly collapsed to the ground, unable to get up like a dead dog.

Mr. Long looked at the blood flowing from his mouth, raised his eyebrows slowly, and said in a long voice, "Oh, it seems to be this one."

There was another clicking sound, and Ao Qin's left arm was also useless.

His consciousness was shaking with pain, his soul was unstable, and he wanted to commit suicide on the spot.

He did indeed do this, but unfortunately before he had time to detonate the proto-nucleus in his body, he clearly sensed a hand that seemed to be slender and slender, directly penetrated his Dantian, and pushed the atomic core into his body. The original core that had been cultivated for hundreds of years was easily dug out.

"Your pronucleus is so beautiful, it is suitable to be used as a toy for Mengmeng." He almost fainted from the pain, but he had to be forced to hear his voice. The moment the pronucleus left the body, the physical pain reached its peak. , along with his shattered self-esteem and destructive frustration made Ao Qin spit out blood.

At the moment of death, his body also turned into a green dragon. Under Mr. Long's unwavering eyes, it turned into blood foam bit by bit.

Mu Wanwan could vaguely see some of it, and while feeling happy, looking at Mr. Long standing there with blood raining on his sleeves in mid-air, he felt that he should be a little sad.

After all, he really regarded Ao Qin as a friend.

When she gets better, be sure to make some delicious food and feed it to her dragon to comfort him.

If Mr. Long knew her thoughts, he would definitely laugh.

If it were him before, he might have been sad, but now, not only was he not sad, he also slowly pulled out Ao Qin's soul.

It would be too easy for Ao Qin to die.

He wants him to repay the pain of his wife’s broken arm billions of times.

After doing all this, he turned his attention to Wu Yao, who was heartbroken and pale.

He held Ao Qin's original nucleus with one hand, and Ao Qin's blood dripped from the crescent-shaped fingernail tip.

He shook his hand in disgust, and the blood splashed onto Wu Yao's face, which had protruding eyes.

It made him feel more fear and pain than thousands of direct blades.

Mr. Long looked at his fearful look, his red lips curved in a nice arc, but he put his hand on the top of his head without mercy.

"I heard," he slowly said the words that made Wu Yao tremble, "that there is such a thing as a female worm in the Wu clan?"

Earlier when he came to the door, he wanted to search for the soul of the leader of the Wu clan, but unfortunately he was not strong enough at that time.

The consciousness felt as if it was being torn apart. The secrets and disgusting activities that the Witch Clan had concealed for thousands of years all appeared in front of Mr. Long’s eyes, including the century-long pain of chaos and the old and dying appearance before disappearing. .

Under the corner of his lips, when he came to his senses, Wu Yao's body, including the female worm in his body, had turned into powder under his hands.

A large number of Wu clan members also died on the spot following the death of the female insect.

"Ha." Mr. Long sneered and held Wu Yao's soul in his hand as he attempted to self-destruct.

Chaos has endured the pain of being sucked for hundreds of years, and it is all the fault of the Witch Clan.

He closed his eyes, and the powerful power spread out. In front of everyone, this time, he no longer felt inferior and turned into a prototype——

The moment he passed the inheritance test, he accepted a huge amount of inherited knowledge and was able to read the chaotic words carved in the stone wall that were firmly in his mind.

He knows that he is not a hybrid dragon, and he is not an orphan that no one wants.

He knew that he had been loved like this before.

He is the most beautiful dragon in the eyes of Wanwan and Chaos.

The only five-clawed golden dragon in the world.

Those dragons and witches were extremely insignificant in his eyes.

Ao Qin, whose soul was imprisoned, found that he had golden scales, a body several times larger than that of the Golden Dragon clan, and a dragon horn that he had always dreamed of possessing. Even souls approaching the seventh level could not accept such an ending. It began to collapse bit by bit from the deepest point.

He doesn't accept it!

He doesn’t believe it! !

This is fake! all fake! He should be the most noble dragon of the dragon clan! !

The long dragon's roar resounded, and Mu Wanwan understood his emotions and laughed.

And those dragons and witches who originally maintained their original bites, followed the dragon's roar and turned into powder little by little in shock and regret.

Before his death, the great elder of the Golden Dragon Clan looked at the dragon he wanted to sacrifice for blood. Before it was annihilated, he saw the legendary fifth claw hidden in his belly and closed his huge eyes.

It turns out that he is really not a hybrid dragon. If he had known it, he would not have bullied him.

Before he died, Bai Huan thought in annoyance.

The scene where hundreds of dragons and thousands of witch clans disappeared together was very spectacular, dyeing the originally white ice field with blood. Only the small area where Mu Wanwan was located was clean.

It seems that Mr. Long’s heart contains the last bit of softness.

……

When everything was settled, everyone packed up and returned to Ifa City.

Most of the soldiers who came to help for the elixir were still alive, and were arranged by Chi Yan and Mo Teng to rest temporarily in Yifa.

The curses of many of them disappeared directly due to the death of most of the witch clan, and some still needed to wait for Mu Wanwan to change his body before refining the elixir.

Uncle Chen wrote down the names of all these people, and Mo Teng made a contract with them in the name of Xianqing Pavilion.

Haijiu and others were not in a hurry to leave yet. Jiu listened to the wayward little princess gritting her teeth and saying that she wanted to see what Mu Wanwan's original body looked like, otherwise she would not be willing to accept it.

She just smiled. Haijiu's intentions were not bad. Even if Mu Wanwan was not very good-looking, she probably would not be able to do this to Mr. Long, who she said had "become the strongest partner again". something.

However, Wanwan is what she is, and she still has some expectations.

As for Mengmeng——

Mengmeng is still in Nirvana. According to Mr. Long, he will not be able to come out in March or May, and may even hatch again. However, there is no life threat. Mu Wanwan can just wait quietly.

Mu Wanwan, who does not feel pain, but has reached the limit of his body and needs to be reincarnated, is half lying in Mr. Long's arms, looking at the room full of people, feeling quite helpless.

"I'm going to start." Aunt Hua held her hand, "Don't be afraid."

After Aunt Hua finished speaking, Mu Wanwan felt that her vision was blurred for a moment. She blinked hard and looked into Mr. Long's moist eyes, with tears hanging on her eyelashes.

"Mrs."

His voice was so hoarse that Mu Wanwan felt helpless for a while——

Oh, it’s true.

You are already such a powerful dragon, why do you still like to shed tears?

It's not like she can't survive. Aunt Hua said that the wood spirit can only meet him again within a week after reincarnation.

Jiu Qing looked at Mr. Long with a bit of disgust, and then laughed again. Perhaps the more he cherished him, the more reluctant he was to say goodbye, even for a moment.

"It's begun." Aunt Hua, who really couldn't bear it, interrupted the crying dragon and began to take the wood spirit out of the body.

Mu Wanwan tried her best to smile at Crybao Long, and saw her right hand disappearing little by little, and slowly closed her eyes.