I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Chapter 65: Sixty-five dragons

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Mu Wanwan tucked Mr. Long's quilt into place, and then took out the unabsorbed spiritual stone from the wheelchair. According to the method taught by Tie Bo, he pressed the hidden button on the side of the wheelchair, and the wheelchair quickly changed. It became a rectangular silver fold.

She put away the wheelchair, put the spirit stone beside Mr. Long's pillow, took out a small bottle of ointment, and applied a layer of the wound on the ankle cut by Mr. Long's sharp scales.

"啾." Mengmeng finished nibbling on the medicinal pill, and clung to the small cushion tightly, tilting her head and acting coquettishly at her.

Jiu was really frightened, and he didn't want to stay alone at all.

Mu Wanwan took the ointment, walked to it, and gently smeared the scraped part of its little wings, and rubbed Mengmeng's little scarf, "Mengmeng is so brave!"

"Chirp~"

"Then Mengmeng can help me watch Dalong in the room, okay?" Mu Wan's lips curled into a smile, not knowing what state of mind she was in, thinking that Mengmeng might understand.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng shook her hair, and suddenly she became energetic. She turned her little chubby body and chirped twice in the direction of the ugly dragon, as if to indicate that she would be able to complete the task satisfactorily.

Mu Wanwan was in a better mood because of its cuteness. He wanted to pick a seedling from the seedlings that had been placed in the corridor in front of the door and put it next to Mengmeng, but when he went out, there was blood on the corridor. The remaining seedlings were all withered, and the soil looked unusable.

Mu Wanwan glanced faintly at a certain dragon lying unconscious on the bed, heartbroken very—

Dozens of seedlings, it's getting cold.

Even if the seedlings are cool, the main thing is that the soil can no longer be used, and she has to dig the soil again.

Mu Wanwan looked around at the yard, and there were puddles of blood and scales on the ground, and the walls and doors were stained. The snowflakes fell, and the part that didn't accumulate in time turned into blood. At first glance, it was even more terrifying than the murder scene.

Fortunately, it is daytime now, and her heart is much stronger than before, otherwise, I am afraid there is no way to keep calm now.

Mu Wanwan quickly figured out what to do next, boil water, wash dragons, and make money.

She smelled the bloody smell filling her nose, heard Mengmeng coughing in a low voice, and simply closed all the windows and doors of the room. In the past, the windows were open to allow ventilation, but now it's so cold, and the outside smells of blood. From time to time, there will be some black fog rising from the scales that Mr. Long fell off. I'm afraid it's not a good thing.

Mu Wanwan frowned, held his breath, carefully avoided the scales on the ground, walked to the courtyard door, and picked up the basket and some scattered things that had been smashed by the bad dragon's landing airflow before—

There are no particularly valuable things in it, only some not very expensive things. A hat she bought for herself, and some fabrics that she was going to make a small quilt for Mengmeng were scrapped, stained with blood, and tattered. Yes, it's better to buy another one.

Mu Wanwan was a little sad, finally made some money, and saw a nice hat, but it just disappeared.

The basket was also broken, but it was worthless, but the next time she went out, she could only use a bag to make do with it.

Mu Wanwan picked up the good things and felt that he was about to suffocate. Today's weather is not good, the wind is not strong, and the smell will not dissipate for a long time.

When she got to the kitchen, she boiled the water first, and she was relieved to see the three gilt chicks shivering and squeezed into the cage. Fortunately, nothing happened to them.

While waiting for the water to boil, Mu Wanwan took the shovel and the flowerpot left in the Qiankun bag before, ready to dig soil. When she got to the back of the courtyard, she realized that there were also scattered scales from Mr. Long on the ground.

Mu Wanwan raised his head and looked at the roof after realizing it, and there was bright blood shining on it.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

This dragon probably flew into the air and turned over like crazy!

She hurried to the place where the soil was dug before, where it was still the same as before, without Mr. Long's blood, Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief—

Many plants can't be cultivated by spiritual power alone, or her current strength cannot turn all seeds into plants out of thin air.

When Mu Wanwan was only one rank, she could directly use her spiritual power to produce burning grass seeds, but she could not produce first rank green star grass seeds. Now that she is a Tier 3 strength, she can spawn a Tier 2 Jade Star Grass seed, but she can't do anything about Ning Xue, who is also Tier 2.

Soil is necessary, and the more spiritual soil, the better.

Fortunately, her current strength and physical strength are not comparable to those of the past, and she quickly dug up a dozen small flower pots, and also swept away the snow around the side hall.

She temporarily put the pot of soil in a small Qiankun bag. Mu Wanwan decided to put her work area in another side hall. The area there is also large. You can clean the area in front of the study and put the seedlings out. .

When she returned to the house with the boiled water, Mengmeng was about to fall asleep—

It tried to keep its eyes open and stared in the direction of the dragon, little by little with its small head, when it heard the door being slowly pushed open by Mu Wanwan, it immediately shuddered and almost rolled off the small mat.

Mu Wanwan put the water away, took a small handkerchief, wet it and wrung it dry, walked over to Mengmeng first, wiped off the blood stains on Jiu's head, and then tore the hair that was hard to death. Jiu tucked into the nest.

Mengmeng's little belly was very comfortable to touch, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep, like a hairball that would vibrate slightly.

Mu Wanwan calmly retracted his hand, hung up the small handkerchief dedicated to Jiu, took out the big handkerchief dedicated to dragons, and walked to a certain dragon, ready to start wiping the dragon clean.

She looked at Mr. Yanlong carefully, he was lying quietly, his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if it hurt, and there was blood on his cheeks.

Mu Wanwan said in a low voice, "Mr. Long, let me scrub for you first, I won't take advantage of you."

As she spoke, she felt a little stale. After all, in a job like scrubbing, there would be inevitable physical contact. Before Mr. Long woke up, she had touched some before she woke up. After all, he didn't know.

But now, he is conscious.

Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot, but slowly, he wiped his cheeks clean.

His long hair didn't get much on it, it was just cleaned not long ago, and it was very soft.

Mu Wanwan frowned and looked at the tattered light blue brocade clothes on his body. He took a slow breath, and after thinking about it, he slowly took off the clothes wrapped around him.

This time, she looked at the wound on his body, and her heart trembled—

The dense crack-like wounds crisscrossed his chest, meandering all the way down, covered with scabbed blood scars, and she didn't even know how to clean it up for him. It was as if her wounds would open with the slightest movement.

Mu Wanwan shook her hands and was a little overwhelmed. She was stunned for a moment, and saw that a scar on his chest was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. annihilated powder.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She suddenly felt that she was really worried. Mr. Long has a strong self-healing ability. As long as he has sufficient spiritual power and medicinal herbs, he can quickly heal the wound.

In a better mood, Mu Wanwan carefully avoided some deep wounds on his body and wiped the whole dragon clean.

When he was about to pull the clothes around his waist down, Mu Wanwan wanted to skip it—

Mr. Long is no longer in the shape of a half-dragon, with two straight long legs. If she sees something that was invisible before, she will forget it. Mu Wanwan's cheeks flushed red, he pulled over the quilt, covered his waist and abdomen tightly, and put his eyes on his lap.

The wound is similar to the upper body, but Mu Wanwan keenly found that apart from the scars, Mr. Long's legs were covered with a light layer of marks from the soles of the feet to the calves, similar to the lines on his cheeks, but very shallow, not so much. It's invisible if you look closely.

Is this the curse Mr. Long received

His previous tail has been rotting, is it also because of this curse

Would a dragon become a man, and a tail become a leg, would it be the same as a man

Mu Wanwan slowly stretched out her fingers and lightly touched his pale skin. There was a slightly warm touch from the pulp of her fingers, and it was smooth. It was really similar to hers, only a lot bigger.

Will there be a shallow layer of web on the toes like Mr. Xiaolong

After Mu Wanwan cleaned Mr. Long, he looked at his jio, and was a little disappointed to find that he didn't. It probably disappeared when he grew up. She was about to cover him with the quilt, but she accidentally pulled the clothes around his waist, as if her hand had accidentally touched something.

"!"

Mu Wanwan caught a glimpse of Mr. Long's thigh, and almost saw something she shouldn't have seen. Her body temperature rose sharply, and she became hot from the base of her ears to her cheeks. Her hands that were originally cold seemed to be on fire. , turned into hooves.

The action could not be called gentle covering the quilt for a certain dragon, maybe because of his strength, Mr. Long was pressed down, his face turned pale for a moment, and a slight groan came from his throat.

Mu Wanwan patted his cheek vigorously—

Don't think blindly, don't think blindly, Mr. Long must be the same as when he was in the half-dragon shape before, there is no (wow-).

In the past, there was no half-dragon shape, so how did it become human? It's unscientific, so he doesn't have it.

Mu Wanwan forcibly brainwashed herself, trying to paralyze herself, but she didn't touch anything just now.

Even if she thought so, she still felt strange in her heart, and after washing her hands several times, she felt a little better.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Eye Long with a complicated expression. The dragon seemed to have passed out. There were blue and black marks under his eyebrows due to fatigue and pain. His eyelashes were longer than Mr. Xiaolong in the dream. If it weren't for those The traces of the curse, he is really a very handsome dragon.

When you're asleep, and when you open your eyes, it's the same.

I don't know where the thoughts drifted to again, Mu Wanwan shook his head and decided to stop thinking about it.

She is still shouldering the burden of supporting her family. She originally thought that Mr. Long would continue to pretend to be asleep, but when she came back, she found that he had woken up and some changes had taken place. I don't know if it was a good change or a bad one. .

Mu Wanwan sighed, sat beside the bed, looked at Mengmeng who was sleeping soundly, and took out the Qiankun bag—

All she has to do now is to clean up the palace, raise dragons and chirps, and make money.

This time, she went to the market of the human race and the dwarf race, and reached an agreement with Uncle Zong and the others. The raw materials, such as the pill furnace and the seeds, will be divided into three and seven.

Uncle Zong always said that they took advantage, but Mu Wanwan didn't think that if there wasn't Uncle Zong, she would use medicinal herbs to release news in Xianqing Pavilion to catch Bai Shuiyao, I'm afraid it's only a first-order Just a monk.

This time, she took a total of fifteen middle-grade spirit stones from Uncle Zong, two of which were exchanged for low-grade spirit stones and various coins. She used the money to buy a lot of things.

Considering that the weather is getting colder and colder, I bought some warm stones and added a quilt, so I don't need to think about the embarrassing and dying problem of needing to sleep with Mr. Long in the same bed.

She bought almost all the things she needed at home. She also bought some sugar, third-order spiritual rice, and half a catty of third-order spiritual cow bones. She was going to cook and eat tonight, but now it seems that she can only postpone it.

Fortunately, the temperature is not high now. She knows from Uncle Zong that the Qiankun bag in her hand is of the middle grade. If it is wrapped in spiritual power and stored in the Qiankun bag, it should be able to be stored for two days. Then there are all kinds of seeds-

She discussed with Uncle Chen and the others, Mu Wanwan is now the third-tier strength, and the refining of medicinal herbs is mainly based on the first-order Huiling Pill. You can try refining the second-order Huiling Pill. The higher the better.

So the seeds she got back this time are also complicated.

The formula of Huiling Pill has also changed after it has been upgraded to the second level.

After the medicinal pill reaches a certain rank, the original grade of the medicinal pill can be improved through the "Ascension" of the alchemist, and this lavender grass has the effect of helping the alchemist to successfully ascend the spirit, so it is named It is a spirit-raising grass, and its value is also very high, about the same price as the main material, the second-order spirit-returning fruit.

Of course, the price of the second-order Huiling Pill has also been objectively increased. One bottle requires three middle-grade spirit stones, which is the market price. Mu Wanwan estimates that according to the style of Uncle Zong and their direct price plus half, if she refines it Now, I'm afraid it will sell for four and a half mid-grade spirit stones.

This time, she will also try to make some Ningxuedan, not to sell it, but simply to eat it for Yilong Yijiu at home.

When she went to the yard today, she could still feel a small amount of toxins in the air. Occasionally, some black mist would come out from the scales that fell off Mr. Long's body. Mu Wanwan had injured her ankle before.

It was a slight numbness and pain like a needle stick, she guessed it was a curse from a dragon before.

She just suffered a little bit of pain, not to mention Mr. Long who was directly affected.

Mu Wanwan lowered her head and looked at her fair palms, but she seemed to have seen how her palms were covered with Mr. Long's blood a few hours ago. His eyes held up the domineering aura of the whole person.

The corners of his lips rose slightly, Mu Wanwan counted the time, and then fed him a Ningxue Dan.

"啾~" Mengmeng fell asleep, her bald little wings and dull fur moved with her little body, and she chirped a little, as if she was dreaming of something delicious.

Mu Wanwan couldn't help laughing, but fortunately Mengmeng was fine and was fine. Looking at the gray sky outside, she swallowed another magic pill, rolled up her sleeves, and got ready to work.

Although the current day is full of crises, she is no longer alone.

Let's work hard for a better day in the future! The first step to a better life starts with cultivating seeds!

Mu Wanwan went to develop her career full of confidence. Mr. Jiaolong was absorbing spirit stones to fight the curse of counterattack in his body, cute and cute.

Mengmeng is really dreaming!

Chiu Chiu had a very "happy" dream~

In the dream, Chiu Chiu became very, very big, becoming a super invincible tall and mighty Chiu Chiu!

Then, Princess Wanwan appeared!

She was wearing a beautiful long cyan dress, holding a large pot of spiritual fruit and medicinal pills in her hand, all of which Chiu liked to eat, and then smiled gently at Chiu.

Jiu was very moved, he shook the pretty hair on his head, ready to rub the princess's hand, and then enjoy the food she carefully prepared.

However, just as Jiu was about to approach Princess Wanwan, an evil dragon descended from the sky. He had a ferocious broken horn, an evil face, cruel methods, and a strong body even taller than Jiuwan, blocking Chu and Princess Wanwan. around.

"啾!! (Super fierce!)" Mengmeng got angry and rushed up to try to knock the dragon away, but the dragon moved very quickly, and with a wave of his hand, Jiu was thrown away and hit the wall.

"Ma'am." In front of Tweet, the dragon hugged the princess horizontally and showed a (evil) smile.

"Chirp!! (Banwan is chirp!)"

The evil dragon was about to kiss the princess, and was very impatient when he was interrupted. He pressed Mengmeng's head with one hand and turned it into a spinning fat chirp top~

Mengmeng turned and turned, I felt a pain in my head.

At a glance, the bad dragon held its dull fur in his hand and presented it to the princess.

Princess Wanwan was very happy, "I like this kind of furry the most, it's fluffy and good-looking, thank you dear Mr. Long, I really like you!"

Then they leaned together, and Princess Wanwan also fed the bad dragon to eat fruit. Tweet was so painful. A fat Tweet sat on the ground with his head covered, and cried out in accusation.

"Chirp!"

So, Mu Wanwan, who returned to the house after a long busy day, found that Fat Chiu was in a low mood and even ignored himself.

She thought that Jiu was not feeling well, so she put more fruit and medicinal pills beside him, and comforted Mengmeng softly for a long time before she recovered some spirits, but she was still tearful, as if she had suffered a lot of grievances.

Mu Wanwan thought that Mengmeng was frightened, and she was more patient than usual, but she didn't know that Mao Jiu was just sad because of a dream!

Because there are a lot of things to do, and I am worried that Mr. Long's injury will worsen at night, Mu Wanwan, who is already a third-order monk, did not choose to sleep to restore his spiritual and physical strength, but chose to practice.

Look at Mr. Long by the way.

By the time Long regained consciousness, time had quietly moved forward for four days.

The heavy snow finally stopped, the long-lost bright sunshine outside the house, the warm light came in from the window that had been wiped clean, and printed spots on the clean ground.

The tip of his nose is not the smell of his own unpleasant blood, but the good smell of Ningxue Blossom, and the body is dry, she must have scrubbed him.

and also…

Sensing that a certain place was completely different from other places, Mr. Long's delicate thoughts could not be hidden for a moment. He turned red from the roots of his ears to his cheeks, moved his arms, and touched the awkward torn around his waist. Cloth, Mr. Long fluttered his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes.

He saw the familiar palace, and he sat up gently, his long black hair slid down.