I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 42|Forty-two dragons

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Mu Wanwan called him "Bunlong" twice as if she was angry, and her tears slowly stopped, but the look in Mr. Xiaolong's eyes still made her unable to let go, and her heart was very blocked.

Although this person is no longer Mr. Xiaolong, he is not the Mr. Xiaolong who foolishly mistook the spiritual eggs for dragon eggs because he has never seen a dragon egg or eaten a spiritual egg.

But she was still reluctant to let go of Mr. Long, and even thought badly——

If the very real dream she just experienced was not a dream, but Mr. Long's real experience, then Mr. Long would be too pitiful.

Even more pitiful than Mr. Xiaolong.

I had such a miserable life when I was a child, and when I grew up, I turned into a plant dragon_(:з」∠)_

The beautiful horns and cute little tail that were always injured when I was a child are gone when I grow up. Maybe there is some kind of curse. It is really pitiful and funny to be hung up and beaten seven to one.

Mu Wanwan gently closed her eyes, feeling the warmth coming from his body. The image of Mr. Xiaolong became clearer and clearer in her mind, but her heart calmed down little by little.

She didn't leave, so Mr. Long's temperature began to rise horribly. His handsome and evil face was covered with a layer of pink, and his consciousness also circled several places where Mu Wanwan couldn't see it. circle, and then slowly and shamelessly approached her——

Because the quilt was stained some time ago and has not been washed and dried, they slept together yesterday.

And he just regained consciousness, maybe she actually leaned against him very early last night>w

Mr. Long feels that his heartbeat is a little fast. He has just connected to the fourth proto-nucleus and restored his strength to about level 3. In fact, he can wake up for one to two hours every day. Although he is still unable to fully move, he can already do it. I opened my eyes and could move my upper body.

But at this time, he could only pretend that he was still unconscious.

Even Mr. Long’s muscles are a little tight——

After all, what if he suddenly moves and scares the lady?

He has been unconscious in her eyes for so many days. Now, if she hugs him and he wakes up, wouldn't it mean that he is not a pure dragon?

Actually, Mr. Long doesn’t know what he is thinking now. He only feels that the whole world is filled with her breath and temperature, and the sound of his own heartbeat is rumbling in his ears.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang", it's very noisy.

The consciousness slowly, shyly and ambiguously slid down from Mu's long black hair, and suddenly stopped when it touched the tears that had not yet been wiped away from the corner of her eyes.

Those charming emotions seemed to be blown away by the breeze. Mr. Long slowly had a bad guess in his heart. His consciousness went down anxiously, and he suddenly relaxed when he touched her neck that was pecked by the skinny chirp. Take a breath.

The mark of the hallucinogenic grass on it is no longer there. It seems that she was not scared to cry by her prototype in her dream.

That's right. If he was scared to tears, he probably wouldn't be so close to me.

Mr. Long just breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of something again and his ears twitched again——

Why is there a wound on her neck?

The consciousness carefully lingered on her wound for the first time without any distracting thoughts:

It’s small, not too big, and the wound is not deep. It avoids the meridians that will bleed. The bleeding has stopped. I applied a little ointment and formed a scab. It looks like an ambiguous lip mark. .

After confirming that Madam was fine, Mr. Long was confused again. The wound was definitely not caused by a cabinet or something like that. According to Madam’s personality, it couldn’t be anyone, only some animals. .

He hasn't even touched her neck yet!

Mr. Long is a little sour, even though his wife is in his bed now.

Mr. Long secretly moved the other arm that Mu Wanwan was not holding, and his palms were sweaty.

Although it was very hot to be held by her, Mr. Long still hoped that time could pass a little slower, a little slower.

After the heartbeat stabilized, the room seemed to become quiet all of a sudden. Outside was the long-lost sunshine, which filtered into the house little by little along the window and shone on the slippery floor, reflecting a little bit of light spots, as if Remind everyone in the house to get up quickly, the sun has been up for a long time.

"Chirp!"

When the sun shines on the ground, Maojiu opens his eyes. His little wings have grown much better. He has regained some energy after being fed by Benwan in the past two days, and his temper is not as good as before. It became quiet and became a little noisy.

It seemed that it was dissatisfied with waking up alone as a furry chirp, and began to send out ruthless sonic attacks.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp! Chirp!!"

"Chirp~!"

The sound of Xiao Nai's voice was crisp, and hearing it in Mu's crooked ears made her feel sleepy.

After withdrawing from the dream and returning to reality, she faced the heavy burden of raising dragons and jiu to help Yun'er cultivate spiritual plants. No matter how much she felt sorry for Mr. Xiaolong in the dream, she had to prepare to get up and work.

The moment Mu's crooked arm left Mr. Long, a certain dragon, which was already very sore, almost wanted to get up immediately and throw this unsightly Chirp outside.

It was good that it didn't make a sound. As soon as it made a sound, Mr. Long immediately thought that the wound on Madam's neck was caused by the chirp. Even if it helped him once, he kept his wife from falling asleep, but now, he was finally able to have a brief moment with his wife without having to worry about it secretly, but it was broken again by this chirp.

"Mr. Xiaolong." Mu Wanwan climbed up and glanced at Mr. Long——

Except for the broken horns, he and Mr. Xiaolong have exactly the same furry ears, which also twitch from time to time.

My eyes were a little gentler, and Mu Wanwan gently touched his furry ears, getting ready to get up.

Mr. Long's cheeks felt hot when she suddenly touched his sensitive ears. He followed her with his consciousness and saw her walking to the cabinet. He recalled the last time she changed clothes in his mind. The consciousness seemed to be suddenly burned, and he immediately turned around and came back.

No, an upright dragon would not do such a thing of peeking.

Unless the lady wants to show it to him.

But it's one thing not to look at it, and it's another thing to think about it.

Mr. Long felt that he was very shameless. He blushed and thought for a while about something he shouldn't have thought. After a while, he simply calmed down and repaired his meridians——

Wait until night...

We'll talk about it later in the evening.

......

Mu Wanwan changed her clothes and handled the housework skillfully and quickly.

Wash, help Long and Maojiu clean up, make breakfast, feed the dragon and Maojiu, wash and dry clothes, tidy up the house, think about it, and take advantage of the nice weather to take out the quilt and mattress to dry in the sun.

Then I arranged the things I bought last time, changed the soil, and worked for a long time before officially starting the cultivation work.

This time when she went to the market, Mu Wanwan also bought some small pots, specially used to cultivate spiritual plants. The ones Uncle Lingtu Zong gave her were estimated to be enough for a while, so she didn't buy them.

Well, it’s mainly because I can’t afford it.

Mu Wanwan has a clear understanding of prices after going to the market these few times. In the relatively cheap elven market, the price of spiritual soil is very high. Generally, a small bag of ordinary spiritual soil is , all require three to five low-grade spiritual stones.

The price of spiritual soil with slightly better efficacy is higher.

Uncle Zong gave her spiritual soil as a gift for the first time they met, and later gave her a big bag. Although it was not the kind of spiritual soil with very good effects, it was already very rare, and this time Uncle Zong also said Even though the spiritual plants she cultivated had some special functions, Mu Wanwan was still very grateful to them.

Uncle Zong is very difficult. She has also seen Yun'er, who is such a gentle and kind woman. They are kind-hearted, so she doesn't want to let them down even more.

Also, it seems that life has been peaceful in the past month or so, but there is no guarantee when Bai Shuiyao and Ao Qin will come to cause trouble for her and Mr. Long. She must hurry up to earn some spiritual stones and medicinal materials.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan seized the time, sprinkled a little spiritual soil in a pot, took out the seeds of the second-level Bixing grass, and began to prepare to cultivate——

The second-level Bixingcao seeds are larger than the first-level seeds, but they are drier and harder. At a glance, you can tell that they are more difficult to cultivate than the first-level seeds.

Mu Wanwan was not discouraged. She first channeled a little wood spiritual energy to feel the vitality of the seed. This seed did not absorb spiritual energy very quickly. She hesitated for a moment, then picked up another seed. .

This is a little rule she has discovered these days. The vitality of the seed can be judged by the speed at which the seed absorbs spiritual energy before formal cultivation begins. If the seed is absorbed faster, the success rate will often be higher.

Although her spiritual power was somewhat special, it was not unheard of for her to fail halfway through cultivation. After several failures, Mu Wanwan developed the habit of testing before cultivating.

But unfortunately, she tried several seeds one after another, but none of them had as much vitality as the first one.

Brows furrowed slightly, Mu Wanwan probably understood why second-level spiritual plants were harder to cultivate than first-level ones. She did not continue to waste spiritual energy to test the vitality of other seeds, and buried the first seed in the soil. Here, start cultivating.

After about six or seven minutes, after consuming about one-fifth of the spiritual power in her body, the first seed broke through the shell with great difficulty, and three small green buds slowly grew under her expectant eyes. out.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, stopped the transmission of spiritual power, took a rest, picked up another Jade Star Grass seed, and began to cultivate it.

But her luck has not always been good. The next two seeds failed to be cultivated and exploded directly in the soil. The soil in the pot with just the right humidity was rushed out, and she was stunned. Face.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

Okay, nothing is easy. She wiped her face calmly and continued to cultivate.

I still failed several times, but when I got the seventh seed, I succeeded with another one.

It took a whole noon and half an afternoon, and the spiritual power in his body had been exhausted before Mu Wanwan finally cultivated three spiritual plants.

She took the three pots of buds that had finally grown out into the yard, found a sunny location, and gave the three trembling little buds the best spot. She also put the quilt on them. and the dried clothes were collected.

When I returned to the room, I moved a little too loudly and made a little noise, and Mengmeng woke up.

"啾~"

It is about a very small chirp. It goes to sleep easily after eating every day, but its sleep is not long. It wakes up easily during the day and acts coquettishly when it wakes up.

But fortunately, she won't be so bored during the day.

With a smile on his face, Mu Wanwan touched the cute little scarf and received a gentle nuzzle.

My palms felt itchy. Mu Wanwan carefully avoided Mengmeng's wounds, touched its little head, and saw the small rope tied to its feet. After thinking about it, she said softly in a consultative tone, "Mengmeng, I've taken off your rope, please stop running around, okay?"

"啾~"

Mengmeng chirped a few times, sounding like she was promising that she would never run around.

Mu Wanwan untied its leash. In fact, she didn’t want to keep Mengmeng tied to it. After all, it could only stay in one place. It looked at her with little eyes from time to time, which was really a bit pitiful.

Moreover, Jiujiu is not Mr. Long and cannot move. If possible, Mu Wanwan still wants to make Mengmeng’s life better.

I heard that the life span of this kind of **** is not very long. Generally, it is considered a long life if it can live for more than ten years. Mu Wanwan doesn’t want to lock up Mengmeng, and no matter what kind of species it is, when it is young, You will be full of curiosity about this world.

Just like Mr. Xiaolong.

"Jiujiu!" Probably sensing that she was a little depressed, Jiujiu, who had taken off his restraints, took the initiative to rub her palm.

"Mengmeng is so good." Mu Wanwan was almost warmed by it, and she felt a little better.

"Chirp~" Mengmeng rubbed her palm again, then waved her little wings humanely, and began to move step by step——

It is still inconvenient to move around, and it is a little wobbly when walking, but maybe it is because its nutrition has been better recently. Mu Wanwan feels that it has a little more hair?

Mengmeng walked crookedly all the way from the bedside table. She was a little happy to see it. She thought it would be good to let the hairball have more exercise, but then she saw this chirp and jumped from the bedside table to the jade bed.

Mu Wanwan was a little scared. After all, there was still some distance between the bedside table and the bed. She nervously looked at the hairball and found it jumping around, and she felt relieved again.

However, she still wanted to stop Maojiu. After all, although she had cleaned this guy and his cute claws were not dirty, it would be easy to stain the quilt if he jumped on the bed! !

"Cute..."

Mu Wanwan walked to the bed and wanted to pick up Mengmeng, and saw that although this Jiu was small, its movements were extremely flexible. It was impossible for Mu Wanwan to gently pick it up, so I watched helplessly as this chirp jumped from the jade bed to the quilt, and then...

Jumped on Mr. Long? !

"Cute!"

Mu Wanwan called its name, and Mengmeng called out "chirp", as if looking for something, she stepped on Mr. Long's face and stopped next to one of his furry ears.

Then he rubbed his furry ears affectionately and made a chirping sound of pleasure.

Mu Wanwan: "..."