I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

The aura contained in a few low-grade spirit stones was nothing but a drop in the ocean for the former Mr. Long, but to the current Mr. Long, it was a very precious thing.

Sisi aura slowly entered his body from the spirit stone, like a spring rain on the dry earth, Mr. Long gathered his spiritual consciousness, unlike in the dream before, carefully absorbing the aura, using the seventh-order powerful consciousness Twisting with a few faint auras, he only absorbed enough spiritual power to connect the two broken pronuclei and stopped.

They are very poor now and want to save.

So Mu Wanwan watched the spirit stones that were placed in Mr. Long's ears shattering quickly at first, and then they shattered more and more, and finally there were three pieces left.

The spiritual stone is shattered, does it mean that Mr. Long has actually absorbed a lot of spiritual energy? This method is useful?

Feeling happy, Mu Wanwan looked at the remaining three low-grade spirit stones, and secretly wondered whether it was because Mr. Long’s current body was so weak that it could only absorb a few low-grade spirit stones, she rubbed it. With a little sour eyes, after thinking about it, he still didn't put away the three spirit stones.

If it is really because of lack of spiritual power that Mr. Long's tail rots again, she can't take away the spiritual stone anymore now.

Mu Wanwan slowed down and checked Mr. Long's tail. There was no more bleeding anymore, maybe it was really because of the spirit stone.

"Mr. Long, I'm sorry." Mu Wanwan was a little choked. He wanted to reach out to touch his broken corner, but he still stopped in the air. This time it was her fault. If she didn't break Mr. Long's spirit stone , Maybe his tail won't rot again.

She apologized softly, listening to Mr. Long’s ears, but it was very unpleasant...

He knew her, just thinking about bringing more money and going to the market to see if there is any other way out. He was also thinking about them and this family.

Home…

Mr. Long's ears were hot and hot, and he recited this magical word several times in his heart.

If this cold tyrant's mansion, if this was only his temporary resting place, with her, perhaps it could be called home.

He never owned, home.

Mu Wanwan didn't expect that she could make Mr. Long's brain go to'home' just because she apologized because of guilt. She didn't waste time, and only bounced the low-grade spirit lime embers from Mr. Long's pillow. After changing the positions of the remaining three pieces, he picked up the quilt that was covered with scales and blood.

It's still early, and the weather today is okay. You have to deal with Mr. Long's tail quickly, and then wash the quilt and mattress, so that it can dry earlier.

While planning what to do next, Mu Wanwan filled a large basin of water, because she had to wash the quilt, she got out the largest basin in the house. Mu Wanwan put the quilt in the water and soaked it, added a lot of soap, and ran all the way to the kitchen, boiled a lot of hot water, disinfected the previously used knives with hot water, then took the ointment, and went back. Arrived in the room.

Mu Wanwan put the basin in place, took two more kerchiefs, wrapped his hands, looked at Mr. Long with his eyes closed, and said softly, "Mr. Long, let me get it for you. It might be a little painful. "

Although she swears to God that this sentence is completely expressing the meaning of helping Mr. Long deal with the wound, and has no other idea, but listening to Mr. Long’s ears, it is what she wants to do to him. Signal.

He felt a little nervous in his heart, and his fingertips were a little trembling, and after waiting for a long tens of seconds with his eyes closed, Mu Wanwan finally started.

Her body temperature spread straight to his tail through the thin veil. He could clearly feel it. She carefully avoided his wound, and her soft palm half-forced his long The tail was placed on a cold jade bed.

The tail in the half-dragon state is not particularly sensitive except for a few places and inverted scales. Mr. Long feels okay, it doesn't hurt...

Does she want to clean up the mattress soiled by him? Mr. Long thought, feeling that he had calmed down a little bit.

But soon, he couldn't calm down.

because…

Mu Wanwan actually threw the kerchief in his hand aside, rolled up his sleeves and hugged his waist!

From the moment she touched his chest and abdomen with her warm skin, Mr. Long felt that something was attacking the city from that skin all the way, and rushed directly up, exploding crackling in his mind. Current.

Suddenly confused him.

How can she slam his waist.

Except for fighting, no one has ever dared to touch his waist.

If there were no black and red curse lines on his face, it is estimated that Mu Wanwan would be able to tell at a glance that Mr. Long's face was already red. But even with this pattern, Mu Wanwan still saw that Mr. Long had turned into pink ears and neck after completely removing Mr. Long from the dirty quilt.

Mu Wanwan: "?"

Is it very hot?

She didn't think so much, she reached out and put her hand on Mr. Long's forehead, and suddenly there was a temperature completely different from his body, which was a bit hot.

That's right, because of the lack of aura, Mr. Long's tail rotten again, and most injured people will have a fever. Thinking about this, Mu Wanwan's eyes are a little red.

"It's all my fault, which made you have a fever." She whispered, her voice filled with frustration, she let out a sigh of relief, and threw the mattress on the ground.

Before Mr. Long was relieved from the fact that she actually slammed his waist, he felt her palms follow his scales that were a little slippery because of the rotting water and dirt, all the way down to his rot. The wound.

The irritated shyness in his heart slowly turned into a throbbing that made the dragon bewildered. Her actions reminded him time and time again...

She never disliked him, she really never disliked him.

The knife slashed through the rotten scales and flesh, no matter how gentle and careful Mu Wanwan's movements were, the pain was undiminished, but in Mr. Long’s view, there was no such thing as the pain he had in his childhood. Pancake and the dog fight, the bite hurts.

He has never dealt with wounds in such a meticulous manner. The Dragon Clan’s powerful self-healing ability made him hate his own birth, and at the same time he couldn’t help being proud of his talent, so he was treated like a treasure. For him, This is Longsheng’s latest experience.

He even hoped that this kind of pain could last longer.

Mu Wanwan carefully cleaned up Mr. Long's tail, took a clean veil, wiped all the dirt on the scales near the wound, and helped him with medicine. Looking at his half, he was almost able to see the bones. The rotten tail feels a bit painful again.

She didn't know why Mr. Long had to fight with those leaders.

Mu Wanwan shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Not to mention that she was a Tier 1 monk and couldn't manage the disputes of the big figures standing on the top of the mainland. Let's just talk about her current identity. The family is an abandoned son. In the eyes of some people with ulterior motives, such as Ao Qin, it is probably a tool. It is also worthwhile for Mr. Long who is temporarily ill. Maybe he has no right to take care of Mr. Long's previous affairs.

It was still a bit sad to think so, Mu Wanwan secretly felt that he was really too much acting, and stopped thinking about it, cleaned up the messy room, and covered half of his quilt on Mr. Long, holding the dirty The mattress went out.

The room calmed down, and Mr. Long slowly walked out of the indescribable feelings. The spiritual consciousness could clearly feel the spirit stone beside the pillow, and the gloomy mood all year round was finally a little bit more sunny. He listened to Mu Wanwan The sound of water from washing clothes in the yard gradually immersed my consciousness...

When Mu Wanwan did not appear in his life, it would take him about three years to completely "wake up", but now, he feels that he can break the curse in about a year at most.

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After Mu Wanwan worked hard to clean the soiled part of the quilt and the mattress, it was almost dark, and she felt that her old waist and old legs were a bit too much for her.

In fact, it is reasonable, this body is much stronger than her before, and it is also more powerful. After all, the original body is also a first-order monk, how can it be much better than her once mortal, but the monk can't stand the toss. !

The past few days have really exhausted her, and Mu Wanwan originally wanted to eat meat at night, but seeing Mr. Long’s tail in the afternoon would really affect her appetite, not to mention that she now feels the smell of the house. Not finished.

So the luxurious dinner at night, gloriously turned into drinking rice porridge...

Because she was worried that the meat would go bad, Mu Wanwan simply marinated it with salt, but she didn’t know if it was due to the sequelae of Mr. Long’s tail. Now she looked at this good piece of pork, she would subconsciously compare this meat with the dragon. The difference between meat.

Compared with healthy dragon meat, it seems to be darker in color, and the texture does not look so tight, but compared with unhealthy dragon meat, it seems to be very fresh and tender, and it seems to have a good taste... right?

When Mu Wanwan finished marinating the meat and cooking the porridge, she felt that she was walking around. She was really crazy to compare the difference between the spirit pork and the dragon meat.

After eating a light dinner, and feeding Mr. Long a small bowl of ling rice porridge and half of Baizhen fruit, Mu Wanwan boiled some more water, went to the side hall to take a bath, and after thinking about it, he lifted a half bucket. Hot water returned to the room.

When she was thinking about the tail cleaned by Mr. Long in the afternoon, she saw that his other scales were also withered and yellow. She didn't know if it was dirty or something, or she should get some water to wipe him off.

Mu Wanwan lifted the quilt, and Mr. Long's twisted posture with his tail bent appeared in her eyes. Mu Wanwan smiled unkindly. She didn't pay attention in the afternoon. Maybe she didn't put this person's tail properly.

"Mr. Long, let me wipe it for you." Mu Wanwan whispered as usual, soaking the veil with hot water, avoiding his wounds, and wiping his scales little by little.

But it was wiped until his beautiful and tight waist. Except that the scales near his waist and abdomen were a bit thicker and slightly softer than other places, Mu Wanwan didn't find anything extraordinary. (Hey !

At this moment, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very safe, so Mr. Long is actually very safe in this state, and there is no need to worry about Chen (Wow...) in the state of plant dragon, because Mr. Long does not actually have it.

Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long’s wicked and handsome face, long and curvy black eyelashes, and obvious throat knots, then glanced at his thin waist, blushed and sighed, so handsome. It's a pity that in the half-dragon shape of the dragon, there is no (wow...).

With difficulty, Mu Wanwan looked away from Mr. Long's good-looking abdominal muscles, secretly spurned that she was bewitched by beauty, accelerated her speed and ended her washing work, and went out with water.

At this time, Mr. Long was still fighting the curse in the pain of the meridians, and he had no idea that certain ability of his half-dragon shape had been doubted by his wife. If he was awake, he would be very uncomfortable.

After all, when it's not in use, the Dragons won't just expose anything! And to be reasonable, in fact, Mu Wanwan has already touched it, and he said that he did not, which is really aggrieved!

…Mu Wanwan poured the water, tidyed up the room, counted the things she bought today, rubbed her sore neck, and was ready to go to bed, but when she was about to climb into bed like the previous two days, Only discovered the problem.

Mr. Long soiled the quilt and mattress today, and they have not dried them after washing them.

They only have one quilt and mattress now, which is really terrible.

Is she going to sleep with Mr. Long?

Mu Wanwan was a little sluggish. She looked at Mr. Long with half of her bare shoulders buried in the big red blanket. Suddenly she felt a little trouble breathing. Before she crossed, she was still an innocent girl. Now there is a disabled dragon. The husband didn’t tell me. I was forced to sleep with him in the same bed before, but I didn’t say that it was two quilts. Should I sleep on a quilt now?

And Mr. Long is also an innocent dragon! Although he now has plants, he cannot change the fact that he is a dragon of the opposite sex, although he does not and cannot express any opinions now.

Mu Wanwan felt that her head hurts. Looking at the dark sky outside, she regretted why she couldn't open her eyes. She bought an extra quilt when she was outside today.

It was getting a bit late, and the power of late autumn gradually appeared, even in the room, it felt a little bit cold.

Mu Wanwan stood on the slippery floor and sighed deeply.

She resignedly walked to the closet and rummaged around, but she didn't find any thick clothes.

When she saw the bench and table where she was sleeping on her stomach before the bed was cleared out, Mu Wan twitched at the corner of her eyes. Wouldn't she have to sleep on her stomach if the quilt stays dry? This is too bad, right?

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…While Mu Wanwan was struggling whether to sleep with Mr. Long on a bed, in the fair of the elves, in the shop where Mu Wanwan bought seeds during the day:

Uncle Zong, the lion orc, closed the door of the shop and turned around and entered the shop.

Monks of Tier 3 or above, like them, have the qualifications to rent shops in the market for a long time, and they also have the qualifications to live in the market shops after the market closes at 6 o'clock in the afternoon every day, but like Lan and Feng Those ordinary people of the elven race who have no cultivation base are not eligible to stay in the elven market.

Lifting the curtain covering the counter and the interior room, Uncle Zong walked in.

Mu Wanwan guessed right. They do still live here, and there is indeed a small bed behind the curtain. At the moment there is a beautiful woman sitting halfway on her face. Her face is clean, she doesn't seem to be an orc, brows and eyes. There was also a trace of fatigue in between, and he didn't look very young anymore.

"Cough..." The woman coughed slightly, and Uncle Zong immediately became nervous. Such a big man, with tight muscles and helplessness, stood by her bed and looked so cautious when he wanted to reach out to touch her.

"Brother Lei." The woman smiled at him with a pale face, "Have you finished work?"

She wanted to try her best to be happier, but there was still deep fatigue in her eyes.

Uncle Zong couldn't help it at all, walked up to her, grabbed her hand with his big hands, "Yun'er, I will take you to bed to sleep."

"Yeah." The woman named Yun'er lay obediently in his arms, and the two of them walked out of the small room set up in the shop, opened the secret door at the back, and entered the yard.

"Brother Lei, how is Lan'er and their rent?" Yun'er asked, "I was a little too sleepy and fell asleep in the afternoon."

"Haha." Uncle Zong held his lighter lover, endured the soreness in his eyes, and smiled boldly, "The little girl who came this afternoon, I thought she was a liar again, turned out to be a good one."

"Lan'er and their tenants don't need to worry about it. That little girl secretly stuffed a low-grade spirit stone into Lan'er's hood. That girl is not afraid that a little elf like Lan'er will lose this spirit stone. It was so stingy when I was here tomorrow afternoon."

"That's good..." Yun'er said, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"Yes, yes." Uncle Zong hugged her arm tightly, "Just leave them alone, it's okay. The kid Feng is shrewd, and after finding out, he came here to change the spirit stone to silver coins. And copper coins, saying that those elves can't find out that they have spirit stones, it's ridiculous to me, haha."

Although Uncle Zong was smiling, the beast patterns on his forehead became brighter and brighter. He talked a lot about it, and he stopped slowly until he confirmed that the person in his arms had fallen asleep again.

He gently put the person on the bed and felt uncomfortable watching Yun'er's gradually pale face.

They have known each other since they were very young. Yun'er was once one of the most talented orc warriors in the tribe. In order to give him children and daughters, he lost most of his talents, but even so, they have not had it for so many years. child.

He actually didn't think it mattered. After all, there would be no children if there were no children. It was enough to have each other, but Yun'er wanted a child very much. As a result, he was cheated by a wicked witch clan and drank a curse implicitly. The remaining talent was absorbed, and there was only a weak body. Now there is no way to even become a beast, and it can only continue by relying on the elixir.

But even if he gave everything, she woke up shorter and shorter.

"Yun'er." Zong Lei said her name lightly, calming down his heart slowly.