I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long turned his fingertips lightly and touched the soft cloth. Isn't it the new clothes she bought for him?

He moved in his heart, and his mind was the way she had seen her before, which was better than what he had peeped at with his spiritual knowledge before, as if the ink was slowly rippling away, and the voice was equally gentle.

Unknown feelings surged from the bottom of his heart, Mr. Long pulled his sleeves and blushed...

His wife also put on him 80% of the clothes, but, why did he only put on his upper body? The bottom did not move, the light blue shirt was still around his waist.

When she was not in the room, Mr. Long was more relaxed. He quietly lifted the quilt and caught a glimpse of the clothes tied tightly around his waist. He was a little smiling and very shy.

Maybe she was also embarrassed, so she didn't change her clothes?

Also, he is no longer in the shape of a half-dragon now. If you open it and see some sensitive things, it is always bad.

The tips of his ears were very hot, and a certain dragon moved his legs with difficulty, and there were bursts of tingling...

This time the curse counterattacked. Although he had survived the difficult time and connected to the fifth pronuclear fragment with difficulty, the spiritual power in his body was still in a state of deficit.

For a while, he still lacked some spiritual power, and the legs formed by the directly cursed tail could not move for the time being. As long as he rested for another three to five days, he could recover 50% of his strength.

At that time, people below Tier 6 would not be his opponents, and he had some special powers, and he also had a certain ability to protect himself against Ao Qin who had not obtained the forbidden treasure. Don't be greedy for warmth and nostalgia for sunshine anymore, and start implementing your plan soon.

Carry out, leave her plan.

The sweetness that had just risen from the bottom of my heart disappeared and was replaced by an inexplicable bitterness.

There were three middle-grade spirit stones on the head of the bed that had not yet been absorbed, and the lips felt moist. The vertical and horizontal blood scars fell off and were also cleaned. He was well taken care of.

The bottom of his heart is dark, he really wants to selfishly circle people so that she can never leave him.

After all, he can't escape the greedy nature of the dragon race, as long as he gets a little bit, he will be dissatisfied, wanting more, and even unwilling to consider the other party's opinions.

Mr. Long smiled lightly, ugly.

He went to break this time, it is very likely that he will never come back.

Before leaving, he thought, rest again, indulge again, and look at her again.

Mr. Long was half leaning against the jade bed, thick fog hidden in a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, he looked out the open window...

The sun outside the window was very good, the snow stopped, and the **** breath faded a lot. She stood in the sun, rolling her sleeves, revealing her white wrists. The sapphire on it refracted the light and printed on the bottom of his eyes.

Mr. Long watched her tilt her lips and closed her eyes lightly. After a while, many scales floated around her, large and small, ranging in color from withered yellow to golden, floating beside her, and then one by one. Just like in a line, they automatically fell into a basket on the side.

Is this, tidying up the yard?

Feeling a little guilty, Mr. Long pursed his lips. He made a mess of the yard before and killed the seedlings that Mrs. had finally planted. Will she be very angry?

His scales are a bit heavy, even if she is Tier 3, it would still be very hard to pick it up with spiritual power, right?

Mr. Long turned his gaze back and looked inwardly at the poor spiritual power in his body. After all, he still couldn't bear to let her work so hard. He picked up a spiritual stone aside and squeezed his fingertips.

So when Mu Wanwan was preparing to use her spiritual power to clean up another area, she was surprised to find that she didn’t know what was wrong. The originally heavy scales seemed to be suddenly lighter. She only used much less than usual. The spiritual power is finished.

This abnormal phenomenon cannot be ignored, and Mu Wanwan is not very stupid. She tried to maintain the peace on the face, and she had a guess in her heart...

Perhaps Mr. Long is awake now.

Is quietly helping her clean up the yard.

Unknown emotions arose from the bottom of her heart, Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot, and her movements were smaller than before, as if she was maintaining a good image.

In about an hour, she collected all the scales from the last three places, plus the ones that were cleaned up before, to make five baskets. Three of the baskets have been washed clean. Although they are a little yellow, they still look very beautiful, shining with golden light under the sunlight.

As before, she should now go back to the room to take a rest to see the condition of Mr. Long, and then wash the scales with water. These scales are very hard, and they are dragon scales, maybe there will be some use.

But today, after guessing that a certain dragon was awake, Mu Wanwan didn't really want to go back immediately.

She didn't know how she should face this titular "husband."

What would she call him the first time we met under normal circumstances?

Can't you still call him Mr. Long?

Mu Wanwan was washing the scales wildly, the room was a little embarrassed because of the consumption of spiritual power, Mr. Long, who was a little pale...

Dragon scales can't be taken casually, does she know?

But if she likes his scales very much, she can hold them. The scales that fell off are hard enough, and some of them carry toxins, which may be good self-defense weapons.

As long as she likes it.

Mr. Long thought silently, half-closed his eyes to absorb the spirit stones around him. In fact, he felt that the torn clothes around his waist were a bit uncomfortable, but now one has no strength, and the other is not always easy to bare, or Let's just do it this way.

Will you care about him when she comes back?

An uncontrollable look of anticipation rose from the bottom of his heart, and Mr. Long trembled his eyelashes and waited quietly.

...

Mu Wanwan dragged on for a while, even slowly washing the scales, but she still had to enter the room, and there was no way to escape all the time. She would face Mr. Long one day.

She was a little nervous thinking that she might have to talk later.

If the relationship between her and Mr. Long was just a simple friend, she would not be so embarrassed. Mainly, she now has another identity, that person’s wife...

Mu Wanwan walked slowly towards the room, panicking...

Based on her understanding of the world these days, for a strong like Mr. Long, their wives are often very powerful beings, otherwise they are also very talented people.

Dragons rarely marry humans as their wives. One is because of mismatches in various senses, and the other is because the lifespan of humans is generally very short, even if it is Tier 3, it only has a life span of a few hundred years. , Even if it is only the first order, it can live for thousands of years.

Mu Wanwan was a little nervous, telling himself that Mr. Long is different from other dragons, and his heart is soft and careful...

The door was pushed open, and a certain dragon who had been sleepy sleeping instantly regained his spirit. He pretended to be calm and glanced at the door, facing Shang Mu Wanwan's reddish cheeks and a slightly dodging look.

He felt more nervous, and his ears stood up, trembling slightly.

"Dragon," Mu Wanwan made a mistake when he opened his mouth, and the hand holding the door stiffened, "Mr. Lord."

"You, you are awake."

What she said was a little stumbling, and a person who was normally normal suddenly couldn't speak.

Mr. Long listened to her softly and awkwardly calling himself Jun. Her voice was soft and soft. It was completely different in normal times. He felt a little hot in his heart, and his hand under the quilt grabbed the corner of his clothes.

He faintly retracted his gaze, and only said, "Yeah."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

So this dragon is not going to speak? She, she didn't know what to say to him, this is the legendary awkward chat, does it end at the beginning?

With her fingers curled up, Mu Wanwan said cautiously, "I, can I come in?"

Mr. Long raised his eyes, did not speak at all this time, and only nodded slightly, expressing his permission.

Muwan's scalp was numb and nervous. It was just a normal thing to go back to the room, but now it has changed its taste.

She quietly glanced at Mr. Long who was half sitting on the side of the bed. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if resting. Mu Wanwan looked at his back directly against the wall and the thin clothes on his body. Suddenly, his heart was flashing. What happened...

bad!

Isn't Mr. Long wearing pants yet?

A few days ago, because he was in poor condition, she didn't dress him at first. Later, his upper body grew well quickly, and she put on him an obscene garment after cleaning up. Because his legs kept getting worse, he didn't dress Dragon.

She felt like a cat's paw scratching in her heart, itchy and uncomfortable, she wanted to put the clothes on Mr. Long, and she wanted to see if the dragon would take the initiative to bring it up.

Mu Wanwan walked in slowly, and walked to the edge of the table awkwardly.

Mao Chiu woke up from sleep. He just woke up at this time and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the atmosphere in the room. He asked for love as usual, and Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief...

Fortunately, there were tweeting, otherwise she would be at a loss. After a while, it’s time to eat. Mr. Long will always talk to herself, and when that happens, she will take the initiative to bring up the clothes, and it won’t appear very abrupt.

Mu Wanwan thought so, but after waiting for a long time, a certain dragon still looked like "I'm not moving". If it weren't for his eyes open, Mu Wanwan would think he was a stone statue.

The fact is that Long was also very nervous, waiting for his wife to talk to him, the sheets under the quilt were almost torn by him.

The room was strangely quiet, and everyone was waiting for each other to speak first, as if they were more patient than anyone else.

Mu Wanwan waited for almost half an hour. She really sat on pins and felt, and got up courageously. In the seemingly inattentive gaze of a certain dragon, she squatted and said, "My lord, your lord, you, you It's not cold."

In the eyes of his wife who seemed to look forward to, Mr. Long struggled for a long time whether it was better to let his wife take clothes for him or not to show his strong physique and express his cold attitude at the same time.

He felt that there were two dragons on his shoulders, and a bad dragon. You are cold because you want to talk to her, but the good dragon said, you are not cold because you want a good dragon for her, and you have to distance yourself.

He didn't jump out a word for a long time, Mu Wanwan felt cold, and his eyebrows were a little lost.

Mr. Long saw it, pursed his lips, and said in a small voice, "Yeah."