I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

There was a soft voice in her ear, and the ginseng in her mouth had a bitter taste.

Mr. Long's divine sense passed the inconspicuous but inconspicuous blackness of Mu Wanwan's eyes. He looked at her worried appearance, and finally stopped at her because he had been nurturing Lingzhi to take care of himself, more than when he first saw her. On many of the thinly callused fingers, a heart seems to have been repeatedly fried...

How could he be so selfish, just thinking about not wanting to lose her care.

She has worked very hard, and she has saved up these spirit stones bit by bit.

Moreover, the dragon outside is just a prank. If he doesn't get better soon, what if they just kill her next time they feel bored?

With such a thought in his mind, Mr. Long looked ugly, and he was about to be driven mad by the thought for a moment.

He will never allow this to happen.

The knuckles turned white, and Mr. Long suppressed the fear in his heart, and his heart became more and more uneasy.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Wanwan saw that his face became more ugly, soaked the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, touched his furry ears with a little bit of pity, thought for a while, and took another bi Stargrass fruit, squeezed it in his hand, and smiled, "Mr. Long, don't be afraid, when I work hard, I will definitely earn more spirit stones next time I go out."

"At that time, you won't be so painful." Mu Wanwan shook her hand a little, "Although I am very embarrassed, but I asked Uncle Zong to see if I could get some Jinjiang grass seeds and Ningxue Dan. I heard It’s very good to the monster race."

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and saw that his face became more and more distorted, and she was really a little flustered. She was really tortured to death by this dragon...

At first, I just thought about taking care of him, and let her go when he got better.

But she has been alone for two lifetimes, and now there is a person who relies on her wholeheartedly. Seeing him in so much pain every time, she gradually can't let go.

Her words, every sentence, are like gentle knives, causing Mr. Long to be extremely painful.

I don't know how long he struggled before he walked out of the circle of self-harm, his eyes were sore.

At this time, he can no longer be willful.

If she knows what he doesn't want to recall and hates him, he has nothing to complain about.

Because he is like this, he is deformed, and his past is like that.

She has suffered so much from marrying him.

If, if she hated him.

Wait until he wakes up.

Wait until he wakes up.

Be sure to tie her up, lock her up, let her wash and cook for him, keep her from going out, don’t buy her things, be a scum dragon, mate with her with the prototype she dislikes, and let her give birth to him. A hundred eggs, tortured her day and night, and made her regret that she disliked herself in the first place.

Mr. Long's palm was sweaty, embarrassing and painful, cruel and overbearing.

Now, he can only heal his injuries and try to repair the fourth and fifth pronucleus at one time, so that he also has a certain ability to protect himself.

Even if someone wants to bully her, you can protect her.

Mr. Long was tugging, he didn't have the heart to die anymore, he only retracted his spiritual consciousness, and went to absorb spiritual power in a wronged manner.

He didn't even pay attention, his eyelashes were soaked in moisture, shining with water, and they were shining brightly.

Mu Wanwan thought he was crying, and felt even more uncomfortable...

A good villain dragon that was once majestic and majestic, now that he was so badly injured that he was about to cry unconsciously in pain.

It's really pitiful.

She changed the towel on Mr. Long’s forehead, waited a while, changed the ginseng slice in his mouth, fed him a blue star grass fruit, and stayed by his side for another afternoon, seeing his face It gradually got better, and there was no sign of vomiting blood, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it didn't worsen anymore.

"Tweet!"

Perhaps it was dissatisfaction that Mu Wanwan had been taking care of him with Mr. Long as soon as he came back, without touching herself, Mengmeng kept tweeting.

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless, glanced at Shou Chiu, and then at the sky. It was a little late. She had to hurry up to cook, feed, bathe and cultivate plants.

Planning to do something to do later, Mu Wanwan took the towel off Mr. Long's forehead. As soon as he was about to stand up, he felt dizzy and his neck hurt.

She rubbed her head and took a moment to relax, there was still a little flower in front of her...

Are you too tired recently?

Or the sequelae of not sleeping for several days before?

Mu Wanwan sat back again and took a rest, only to walk to her side amidst Mengmeng's a little anxious chirp. Mengmeng has always been a quiet and gentle little chirp, but today it is a bit abnormal.

Mu Wanwan "What's wrong, Mengmeng, are the wings uncomfortable?"

"Tweet!"

With her big eyes open, Mengmeng rubbed her hand with Xiaomao's head a little anxiously. Mu Wanwan was itchy by it and couldn't help laughing, "Haha don't rub."

"Tweet!"

Mengmeng's thin body stepped on Mu Wanwan's hand, still flapping her small wings vigorously. Mu Wanwan was afraid of hurting it, so she let it jump on her hand.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng seemed unsatisfied, stepping on her hand as if she was going.

"What's the matter?" Mu Wanwan had to sit down, carefully holding Mao Tweet, watching it humanely shake his head, and seemed to have a great interest in her face.

"Ok?"

An idea suddenly occurred in Mu Wanwan's mind...

It is said that the biggest illusion of mankind is that cats love me, and now Mu Wanwan is the same.

It is said that this kind of **** is spiritual. She is narcissistic when she looks at the cute little scarf and the cute yellow beak.

She thinks Mengmeng must like her very much, and such a lively tweet must want to give her a loving kiss.

Her eyes softened suddenly, and Mu Wanwan cautiously moved her head over, preparing to nudge against her family's little tweet.

But the next moment, there was a tingling pain in his neck, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but screamed, resisting the urge to throw the hair in his hand, and the painful toes curled up.

She fainted, shaking her hands and putting her on the table, reaching out to touch the neck that was bitten by Mengmeng...

God messed up, blood on one hand.

She was wrong, how could she feel that Tweet wanted to give her a loved one.

Mu Wanwan was a little bit eager to cry without tears. She looked down at Mengmeng. She wanted to scold her, but when she saw her poor little eyes and **** wings, she couldn't bear it, she just sighed with fate. Tone, "You, you..."

She was so depressed that she almost didn't come up.

What kind of evil did she do to spread such a dragon?

"Tweet!"

However, Mao Chiu still screamed as if to please, she couldn't bear to ignore it at all when Naiyin listened.

"Okay, okay, I'm not angry with you." Mu Wanwan sighed, frowned and looked at it, only to catch a glimpse of it and spit a big mouthful of water on the table as if it was asking for credit.

Alas!

With a bit of her blood.

Mu Wanwan didn't look at him a bit, but the next moment he saw an inconspicuous little purple leaf in that sip of saliva.

what is this?

Mu Wanwan touched his neck with one hand, and couldn't care about it. Intuitively this was not a good thing.

"Tweet!" The hair ball was still tweeting non-stop, circled around the little leaf a few times, as if asking for credit.

No matter how stupid she is, she now realizes that Mao Chiu didn't intentionally bit her just now.

Mu Wanwan looked at the little Ye Zi who didn't know what it was, and suddenly felt a little bit cold, and she was also afraid for a while.

She twisted her eyebrows and even felt that her neck didn't hurt so much. Thinking about it carefully, Mao Chiu and Long were both good before, and she was also very quiet when she went out in the morning.

When he came back in the afternoon, the dragon began to look ugly, even his hair was abnormal, as well as this little purple leaf.

She couldn't see what it was, indicating that it must be a plant of higher order than hers.

She didn't know what role this plant had, but it shouldn't be a good plant to be planted on her in this way, and according to Long He Chiu's reaction, she should have been secretly calculated when she went out today.

Many scenes flashed through my mind, and finally stayed on Lan'er's blinking eyes.

She felt like she was stabbed in her heart, Mu Wanwan couldn't sit still anymore, and touched Mao Tweet's head in a hoarse voice, "Mengmeng, thank you."

She walked to the box in a daze, took some ointment and treated herself briefly, sat next to Mr. Long, and was silent for a long time.

The sky gradually darkened, and Mengmeng was probably hungry, and she kept tweeting and tweeting, and then Mu Wanwan moved.

She glanced at Mr. Long, and squeezed her hand firmly. The sentence "I'm sorry" seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

It was cold in the late autumn night, Mu Wanwan silently took out everything he bought during the day, put them in different categories, found a small bag, packed the little purple leaves spit out by the fur, and took care of the housework. .

She picked a piece of the warm stone that she had finally made money to buy, and placed it next to the little quilt that was tweeted, and then took it out and cut the price with the boss for a long time, and it was said that the five pieces won at the lowest price could be used to hatch the chicks. Wrap these eggs, which are much larger than ordinary eggs, and put them in the basket. After thinking about it, I put two more warm stones in it.

Then Mu Wanwan started cooking and feeding the dragon, nurturing seeds, handling housework, washing and embroidering to make a purse.

Maybe it was absent-minded. The horn of Mr. Long she embroidered tonight is very ugly, uglier than the one last time, and crooked, but it is very close to what he is now.

Mu Wanwan looked at the things she embroidered, and suddenly smiled, her eyes a little sour.

Life is hard, she knows it.

It was the same for both lifetimes, and she did not complain, just a little bit cold.

Kind of helpless.

She probably guessed some, but she didn't want to think about it.

Next time, take the plant and show it to Uncle Zong. Mu Wanwan squeezed a corner of the quilt tightly, and his head was in a mess. I don't know how long it took before he fell asleep vaguely.

The room became quiet, but a faint purple mist slowly rose from her body, and got into Mr. Long's body.

Mengmeng woke up keenly, tweeted twice, and waved her little wings, but Mu Wanwan was very tired and she slept deeply.

I just feel that my consciousness is involved in something.