I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

After applying the medicine to Xiao Mao Tweet, it put on its wings and fragilely chirped twice before lying on the small handkerchief that Mu Wanwan had folded for him, covered with rags, and went to sleep peacefully.

Very well-behaved.

Mu Wanwan graciously stretched out a finger and touched the little white hair on Mao Chiu's head, which was very soft and fragile.

Mao Chiu's whole body is black and gray, and the tail is a bit long, as if wearing a small black vest, but there is a circle of white velvet on his head and neck. It looks like he is wearing a small scarf, and the beak is tender yellow, very cute. .

This kind of twee is very thin, but the size of her slap, it should be only a very young twee.

Moreover, according to its quiet and clingy personality, and according to its small size and not very wide beak, it should be a female tit?

Mu Wanwan moved in his heart, and gently touched his head with his fingertips, "I will call you Mengmeng from now on, right?"

She is actually a nameless name, and the few names she gave to tweeted are...

"Little Black", "Mao Tuan", "White Tweet", "Tweet Tweet", "Mengmeng"...

In this way, it seems that Mengmeng is better.

It's so small and so soft. When the skinny tweet is healed, she will feed her fatter and more hair. Doesn't it feel particularly cool to the touch? And it's so cute.

With a smile on the bottom of Mu Wanwan's eyes, he put the bag back, walked to the bed and took a look at Mr. Long, then lifted the quilt and looked at his tail. After making sure that everything was in order, he began to prepare to work.

She slept well last night, and she has plenty of spiritual power in her body. Taking advantage of the whole day today, she hurriedly cultivated more spiritual plants, and then she could exchange more money.

Mu Wanwan took out all the seedlings in the Qiankun bag, spent most of the day cultivating and cultivated fifteen seedlings. She thought about the remaining two and left them at home.

In this case, there are a total of 82 mature fruits in her hand. Feeding the dragon will have to feed tonight. It is estimated that it will consume a little bit. It is estimated that only 80 plants can be sold, but it is not bad.

Mu Wanwan comforted herself, and glanced at the sky outside, it was almost dark, but fortunately it didn't rain.

These days, she has not eaten three meals a day. One is because Mr. Long has been vomiting blood a few days ago and she has to take care of him, and the other is the level advancement. She is easily hungry when she is not at the previous level. Sometimes, It takes an hour to practice, and cooking is very time-consuming.

However, Mu Wanwan still maintains the habit of eating at least two meals a day. He still has to eat breakfast and dinner, and he ate the ling rice yesterday. Even if there is no ling rice to feed the dragon tonight, he will have to feed the dragon with ling fruit.

Mu Wanwan still remembered the look of Mr. Long's miserable tail last time because of lack of aura.

She rubbed her shoulders that were sore from sitting for a long time, got up and went to the kitchen.

She wants to cook something for herself and Xiao Tiao, Mr. Long, there is no Lingmi now, and she dare not eat Fanmi for him, just feed two Baizhen fruits later.

So, when it was getting late, Mr. Long, who finally woke up, couldn't wait to discover his spiritual knowledge, he saw this scene...

The lady did not sit on the side of the bed as usual. Instead, she sat on the edge of a table a little far away. On the table were simple fried greens, a bowl of rice, and two Lingguo.

There was a smile on her face, and she gently stroked something with her right hand, and Mr. Long also heard a little crisp "chirp" sound.

Mr. Long was stunned. He was stunned for a while before reacting. His divine sense circled around, and finally he could see the little things she gently touched...

Isn't this, this group of fierce long-tailed **** that are less than the first order in the forbidden area?

How could it be in his and his wife's room?

Before Mr. Long thought about this question carefully, he heard his wife who seldom speaks in a very gentle voice...

"Mengmeng, do you like this?"

Mu Wanwan licked the hair ball quickly, pierced a bistar grass fruit, squeezed a little bit on the finger, and moved to the thin chir's mouth, and then watched it eat it effortlessly, with its tender yellow beak lightly He pecked her finger, very cute.

Mr. Long is sour, and Mr. Long is lemon.

He was just in a coma for one day, and his wife got an extra tweet.

It is also called Mengmeng, but he does not call it his own husband.

Mr. Long retracted his consciousness and pretended that he didn't care about anything, but his lips were tight.

"Mengmeng is a little girl. When I go to the market tomorrow, I will buy more rags and make a nice cushion for you." Mu Wanwan said softly, in the quiet room, in response to those few tweeting The sound, like a knife, poked in Mr. Long's heart.

For so long, she hasn't given herself anything to love, I don't know if the purse last night counts. Now, he was going to make a cushion for one Tweet, and he just swept the Tweet with his consciousness.

Where is the female, it is obviously a shameless male.

Mr. Long told himself not to care about a bird that hadn't opened his mind, he just closed his eyes and waited quietly.

But this time, I waited for a long time, but I waited for the sound of her pushing the door out.

Mr. Long couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, his eyes were sour...

He knew that he didn't actually have any status in her heart, and perhaps not even one of them was important.

…If Wanwan knew that a certain dragon actually thought so, she would have died unjustly, she just fed her, her hands were dirty, she would just go out to wash her hands and then come back to feed the dragon!

"Tweet!"

Maybe it was because of eating some spirit fruit, Mengmeng regained some energy, lying on the mat, she opened her bright eyes and tweeted very energeticly at Mu Wanwan who was holding the spirit fruit.

Mu Wanwan was in a good mood, but she still wanted to feed the dragon, so she didn't touch the hairball.

"Tweet..." Maybe it was because she left herself straight away, Mengmeng was a little bit lost and made a small chirp.

"Hey, touch it later." Mu Wanwan couldn't help saying, she also wanted to touch the furry too!

Although very naively withdrawing his spiritual consciousness, Mr. Long, who had been paying close attention to the movement in the room, heard a conversation one by one, and he rarely thought of the right direction...

Touch it?

Feel the hair and tweet?

That kind of tweeting has any advantages besides being cute and fluffy. Mr. Long thought with disdain, but suddenly caught the point like a sparkle.

Does Madam like furry ones?

Mr. Long thought of being lying in the quilt by her last night, asking if he could touch his ears expectantly, his heart was hot.

If he showed his ears, would the lady drive this tweet away?

But his ears are really sensitive. After being touched twice yesterday, he felt like he was going to die.

Mr. Long was still thinking, his chin was pinched, and the tip of his nose was the familiar taste of green stargrass fruit. Mr. Long cooperated with the swallowing. Occasionally, when she stroked his lips with her fingertips, she felt trembling and blood boiling.

Mu Wanwan fed the dragon, skillfully wiped the juice from his lips, habitually glanced at the top of his head, sighed a little disappointed, and then went out to wash the dishes and boiled water to take a bath.

Only Mr. Long, who was looking forward to having some contact with his wife, and a big dragon tweeting to Xiao Tweet were left, and the room fell silent for an instant.

Mr. Long’s divine consciousness swept across this little chirp repeatedly, seeing it look so painful and dying, and he was not ready to do anything to it, but divine consciousness stared at its little furry body and fell into contemplation.

This time, he stayed awake until she came back from the bath and fetched water.

"Going to bed." Mu Wanwan draped his hair, wrung out the hot and humid veil, and sat on her knees by the bed. With the hot veil, she gently wiped Mr. Long's cheek and stroked his eye sockets. Wipe the forehead all the way to the chin with very light movements.

Mr. Long's entire face was flushed with the heat.

He knew that she would clean him every day, but he still couldn't adapt when he was awake.

Mu Wanwan made the bed, and after thinking about it, he took Mao Chuo on the bedside table, took some materials, set up the pillows, turned off most of the lights, and was about to wait to sit on the bed and sit on another Mao Chuo purse.

Because the sky is getting cold, sitting on the bench will be very cold.

She sat on the bed and began to embroider slowly. Mengmeng was probably tired, her eyes closed and she formed into a ball, and she looked a little bit fatter than when she was awake.

She smiled and looked up at Mao Chir from time to time.

Mr. Long waited for a long time, and finally waited until his wife sat on the bed and watched her take out the purse with the same blue background. He thought she was perfecting the one from last night, and he felt a little more proud, but his divine consciousness swept the purse. In the next second, I feel sour...

She was embroidering that tweet, not what he thought, embroidering his horns and ears.

His chest was unspeakably sour, Mr. Long waited for a long time, until he cursed and was about to counterattack, he didn't wait for a glance at himself.

He gave in, and shook his furry ears that he put away deliberately before going into a coma...

Isn’t it just furry? He also has.

When Mu Wanwan was tired and was about to go to bed, she saw the plush ears of a dragon that had been sorry for her for a long time.

After rubbing her eyes several times, she was sure that she was not mistaken, and she couldn't help but gently touched his ear, confirming that this was not her hallucination...

Could it be because Mr. Long was injured and he was very unstable in the half-dragon shape, so he only had ears for a while and not for a while?

Mu Wanwan laughed, not entangled with the problem, blew out the light, and listened to his breathing sound much softer than when she just wore it, and fell asleep peacefully.

Early the next morning, Mu Wanwan took the time to finish the housework, fed Mr. Long a Baizhen fruit, put the peel with some pulp beside Mengmeng, and then hurriedly carried the basket and locked the door. Up.

When she first went out, she watched Hong Ye bring the bullock cart to her. The two said hello, and Mu Wanwan got into the bullock cart and set off.

After leaving the Dragon Mansion quietly and out of the enchantment, Hongye was not so nervous, and chatted with her as usual, "Madam still go to the fair of the elves? And how did the **** meat taste yesterday, okay?"