I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Chapter 77: Seventy-seven dragons

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Is this a dream

Mu Wanwan's eyes were sour, and he only felt that the cold touch of Mr. Long on his cheek was fake.

Her heart was uncomfortable, her soul was exhausted, her forehead hit the alchemy furnace, and she bleed a lot, it must be blue and purple, and it was ugly. Why did he come back at this time? He didn't come back when she was wearing rouge and dressed up beautifully.

It's so disgusting!

With a heavy weight on his waist, the cranky Mu Wanwan felt that the world in front of him was spinning.

Her consciousness was blurred, and she vaguely felt that her waist was being restrained, and she seemed to be hugged by Mr. Long.

Grabbing his wet and cold clothes subconsciously, Mu Wanwan leaned on Mr. Long's shoulder, feeling that everything in front of him was unbelievable.

Her dragon is back, her dragon is really back.

"Woo" was embarrassing, but Mu Wanwan ignored the pain in his forehead, buried his head in his arms, and let the tears that had been stretched for more than ten days flow, mixed with the smell of blood, painful and sour And sweet.

He also knew to come back, she thought he would not come back.

Mu Wanwan's tears kept falling down like beads, and the bad dragon was at a loss all of a sudden.

He had never been able to do anything about her tears, let alone this time it was because of her and because of him.

His wife, apart from his business, when has she been so anxious

She was calm and strong, and when he didn't recover or wake up before, she carried all the burden of life alone.

She was scolded by the maid, and she had no spiritual stones. Facing the mess in the courtyard and the extremely complicated housework for a monk who was only a first-level monk, she had to take care of him who was paralyzed.

At that time, his tail was still rotten, and he was still so ugly, unconscious, and smelly.

Faced with such a difficult situation, she has never been so sad.

There was a subtle light in Mr. Long's eyes, and he slowly tightened his arms and hugged her harder.

She is much lighter.

Is it because you are worried about him that you will take it lightly

He encountered some accidents this time. He was greedy and wanted to bring back all the things hidden in several places. As a result, the treasure trove at the edge of the territory was occupied by some monsters.

He finally won the victory, and encountered the evil wind blowing from the abyss.

If it wasn't for the leader of the Special Life Alliance who happened to pass by and helped him. If it wasn't for the enchantment of the entire mansion, he also participated in the arrangement at the beginning, maybe he would not be able to come back this time.

During the battle, when he was forced to hide under the rock wall in embarrassment and wait for the demonic energy like a forest of swords to pass, he was not afraid of death. It's just that his heart was full of reluctance, he put her name on the tip of his tongue and read it over and over again.

He was in a desperate situation, but only her face seemed to be in his mind.

On the first day of the missed appointment, when the scales on Mr. Long's body shattered and blood fell, he was full of only her crazy thoughts of leaving.

him.

He is already so useless, he just wants to change her some beautiful clothes, save some money for her, and let her see what the top-quality spirit stone that she has been looking forward to is more beautiful than anything else.

If he can't even do that, he'll be the most useless dragon in the world.

On the fifth day of the missed appointment, the curse within him broke out again.

The elixir she made became the only solace for him who could only crawl and move.

He misses her so much, so much.

On the eighth day of the missed appointment, the thought that he once wanted to leave her and go out on his own has been completely uprooted and dissipated by his uncontrollable emotions. At the same time, there is only panic and madness that grows like weeds.

just in case

In case she, she can't wait for him.

As long as she thinks that if he can't go back, she will be sad for a while, and then hate him for forgetting him and start a new life, thinking that what she sees in her heart will not be him, but other dragons (?), or even Mao Jiu→_→.

He was about to go mad with jealousy, wishing to swallow her in one mouthful.

He, Mr. Long pursed his lips.

Except for the monster he just met when he broke his shell, he had never met someone who treated him like her.

His eyebrows and eyes are curved, and his smile is bright. When he is with him, he will be shy and blushed, but he is so straightforward. Every place and every place has grown into his favorite appearance.

He is such a dragon that brings bad luck, such an ugly and different dragon.

Mr. Long never thought that he would meet her like sunshine in his dark and lonely Longsheng.

She said she was his wife.

lady.

He once thought that you are so weak now, and your future is uncertain, it is better to pretend to be indifferent. However, after seeing her sparkling eyes and secretly kissing her lips, he couldn't let go anymore.

Fortunately, she has been waiting for him.

She didn't give up on him.

"bend"

Mr. Long looked at the water stains on her eyelashes and softly read her name.

Blood fell from his robe, but he didn't seem to feel the pain.

Filled with only shamelessness, selfishness, joy.

"I'm back." With his head down slightly, Mr. Long raised his lips and his voice was soft, "I'm back."

Mu Wanwan clenched his clothes tightly, preferring to be immersed in a dream. The exhaustion of many days of alchemy had exhausted her soul. She had been tense for a long time, and when she heard Mr. Long's voice, she suddenly relaxed. The exhaustion and pain were like a flood that burst a dyke and crushed her all at once.

Although she still has something to tell him, wants to complain that he hasn't come back for so long, wants to ask if he is hurt again, wants to comfort him that she will always be by his side in the future, even wants to put the knife on the damn Big stupid dragon's neck, so that he can never leave her alone!

"Bad Dragon" Mu Wanwan read to him and let himself sink into the darkness where he was no longer afraid.

Mr. Long blinked his dark eyelashes and shook out the broken horns and fluffy ears that had been concealed outside.

He was a bit miserable. In order to come back quickly, he was injured. Although he said that he has plenty of spirit stones and medicine pills now, his appearance is still ugly. Almost bald _(:3"∠)_

"chirp"

Just when Mr. Long was about to leave the messy study with his dear wife, Mengmeng, who was about to be smoked into a black fat chirp after several hiccups, turned over with all his might, and used a round, smoky, fiery big burp. His eyes stared at the dragon that suddenly appeared.

"Tweet! Tweet! Tweet cough"

The bad dragon came back so late, if it wasn't for Chirp, Wanwan would have been burned by fire!

Mengmeng angrily reprimanded, and felt very uncomfortable in her stomach. The Dan fire she just swallowed was still too big for Jiu.

Mr. Long clicked his tongue and looked at this fat chubby who was picked up by his wife and is now plump, plump and fluffy. His heart was full of miserable days after he lost his plush ears in the future.

He really wanted to throw this Chirp on the ground and forget it.

But it is still very weak now, even if the bloodline is strong, it will be burned by the Pill Fire a few hours later.

"Quiet." Mr. Long's low voice was in the empty room. He pressed his index finger to his lips and moved towards the non-stop hairball, showing a rare gentle expression, "She fell asleep."

"chirp"

In the end, Mr. Long still failed to ignore Mao Chiu, and only used some spiritual power to hang Mao Chiu, who was not very comfortable, behind him, and then returned to the room.

He stuffed an elixir into Mao Chiu's mouth, then violently held Chiu Chiu's little jiojio upside down, slapped his belly a few times, and Mengmeng spit out the swallowed fire again.

The pitiful Chuu kicked with two thin legs and was knocked unconscious by the dragon.

It took thirty seconds to fix a future competitor light bulb.

Mr. Long raised the corners of his lips, feeling a little happy.

As she did before, he took off her blood-stained coat with a blushing face, wiped the blood on her face, smoothed the broken hair on her forehead, and carefully applied high-grade ointment to her, Seeing that the wound on her forehead disappeared, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he brought back a lot of good things this time, otherwise she would have scars on her forehead.

Although he didn't mind her appearance, when he heard the bragging of those dragons in the past, women were very concerned about appearance and liked to dress themselves up.

He was too poor before, and he didn't have any treasures for her, so she didn't have the money to buy some good and all kinds of accessories and clothes.

In fact, he had already noticed the hairpin on her head.

It is a very pure pure heart jade, which can help alchemists to quickly enter the state of meditation, but it is impossible to find.

It must not have been bought by the lady herself. Who should have given it to her

Mr. Long's heart surged with jealousy. He couldn't help but took off the hairpin that Jiuqing had placed on Muwan's elbow and replaced it with the pure heart jade that he brought back. The big one

He was silent for a while, but he didn't feel awkward and aggrieved and put the hairpin that Jiuqing sent on the head of the bed, he wanted to break it.

There was no expression on Mr. Long's face, only his dark eyes were full of grievances, and he took revenge, moisturizing her lips, before leaving with a blushing face after a while.

After simply helping Mu Wanwan to take care of it, Mr. Long, the turtle-haired dragon, finally frowned and took off his blood-soaked and tattered white fur and brocade clothes. The underwear was taken off, revealing the upper body covered with new scars.

The vertical and horizontal knife edges are densely packed, a bit still fresh, and blood is oozing out.

Mr. Long subconsciously stretched out his big hand to wipe a slightly painful abdominal muscle, and soon realized something, and his face was stained with crimson again.

Although Madam is in a coma now, he really seems to be playing! flow! Rogue! Oh!

The bald ears that were no longer hairy trembled, and Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled.

He originally wanted to dig some gorgeous clothes from the mustard space that he just brought back, which could reflect his cold and arrogant appearance, but after thinking about it, he pulled it away with a glimmer of anticipation that he didn't know what was going on. Wardrobe door.

In a conspicuous position, two new sets of underwear were stacked, next to them were dark blue and moon white robes, and a black feather coat of his size was added to the coat.

She bought him clothes again.

Mr. Long picked up a piece of underwear, and couldn't help rubbing his cheek lightly.

so happy w

So happy.

He carefully cleaned himself, and then carefully put on his wife's newly bought clothes, and changed his trousers. After thinking about it, he still took a bright pink dress in the mustard space. He was nervous. Palms are sweaty.

This is the most precious piece of clothing in his space. After thinking about it, he hangs this piece of clothing on the bedside. When the lady wakes up, she will be able to see it at a glance. She will be very pleasantly surprised.

The curse that had not completely dissipated and the pain that had worsened in the past half month brought a burst of pain. Mr. Long let out a muffled groan, and poured out a pile of spirit stones from the mustard seed space and slumped on the ground, stacking them as high as a bed.

After absorbing a lot of spiritual energy, he felt better. Seeing Mu Wanwan, who was quietly falling asleep, he pinched his fingers shyly.

He has not slept with his wife for a long time.

I want to sleep with her.

There was a touch of red on Mr. Long's handsome cheeks. Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed gently, and then carefully got into her bed.

The slightly hot and soft touch came, and Mr. Long stiffened immediately.

He overestimated himself a little, how could he have the confidence that he could just lie in a bed with her and do nothing.

Quietly turning his head to the side, Mr. Long saw Mu Wanwan's white collarbone half-covered under the quilt.

He closed his eyes suddenly, and only slowly took her hand.

So warm, the same as before.

He really wanted to sleep with her in his arms.

The bald haired ears trembled. The evil dragon finally failed to overcome his inner thoughts. He gently and carefully fiddled with his wife's limbs, and then ignored her uncomfortable resistance and his soaring body temperature. He literally held the person in his arms.

He held a marriage ceremony, touched the dragon's tail and dragon's horns that can't be slammed except for his partner, and had a skin-to-skin relationship (??), knowing that he was pretending to be asleep before, but he still accepted him tenderly, and said that he was not Others, waited so long for him

She can't run away, this time even if she later finds out that she is weak and helpless and pitiful, the hidden sharp forbearance and paranoia, even if she regrets it, she can't run away.

She wants to stay by his side and be the only lady in his life.