I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 62|Sixty-two dragons

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When Uncle Zong said the price, Mu Wanwan wanted to back down.

Mr. Long hasn't recovered yet. She estimates that he can only wake up for a few hours every day. She might as well let him absorb these spiritual stones.

It was Uncle Zong’s words that moved her a little——

"That person has a bad temper and doesn't care much about his appearance, but if your idea is not bad, it might be a lot cheaper."

So Mu Wanwan followed Uncle Zong down several alleys and arrived at a little shabby shop. Uncle Zong asked her to talk by herself and go to the shop to find him later. After saying that, she immediately seemed to be hiding. Something flashed.

Mu Wanwan knocked on the door and stood in the small shop that was piled with various materials and almost impossible to get out of. His nose was full of dust and some bad breath. He saw a hammer in his hand. A dwarf called "Uncle Iron" by Uncle Zong.

Although monks are not afraid of particularly cold weather, Mu Wanwan rarely sees people who are shirtless but wearing heavy pants in such weather. Uncle Tie's skin is light green, and his face is not pretty. There is a long scar from the split ear to the lip. A pair of protruding dark brown glass eyes are hidden under the drooped eyelids, making him look a bit scary. .

His exposed body was covered with large and small scars, and occasionally there was a flash of black smoke. Mu Wanwan blinked twice and felt that he had seen it wrong.

"What do you want?" He raised his slightly cloudy eyes and his voice was like a hoarse broken bellows.

"Senior." Mu Wanwan bowed to him. Before she could tell her the purpose of her visit, she felt something like a sharp sword cutting through the wind, attacking her all of a sudden. She subconsciously wanted to hide. As a result, he failed to dodge and was hit squarely on his butt. He fell to the ground.

It hurt so much that Mu Wanwan was stunned for two seconds before she saw clearly that the thing that hit her was...a small hammer?

"I hate it the most when people call me senior, and call me Uncle Tie. If you fart, hurry up." Tie Bo said, and Ke Ke laughed twice, with the pupils in his eyes shaking violently, staring at her closely, his face The scars on my body all came to life, it was terrifying.

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She got up, picked up the small hammer and patted the dust on it, "Uncle Tie, I want to customize something that can help people walk..."

Mu Wanwan briefly described it and said, "Because it may be inconvenient for my husband's legs. His legs are a bit long, so I hope the height can be adjusted."

Actually, Mu Wanwan wanted to say that Mr. Long’s tail was a bit long. According to modern standards, a wheelchair might not be able to accommodate him. Think about it, Mr. Long, who was already missing half of his tail, was pinned down in the wheelchair by her. Rubbing the ground with the upper tail is not a wonderful experience.

"Oh." Uncle Tie didn't even raise his eyelids, his knuckles holding the hammer were trembling a little, "A low-grade spiritual stone, pick it up in three hours."

"Eh?" Mu Wanwan thought she heard wrongly and couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Tie, is it really a low-grade spiritual stone?"

Uncle Tie didn’t even look at her, as if he was impatient, he used a small hammer to push the person out of the shop. Mu Benwan fell to the ground and stared at the door that was closed in front of her in stunned silence. .

This Uncle Tie has a really weird temper. She thought that this Uncle Tie hated her, but who knew that he only wanted a low-grade spiritual stone.

Mu Wanwan stood up and looked at the gray sky. He was a little worried about the dragon and chirping at home, so he speeded up his shopping. She had promised Mr. Long that she would bring meat back.

After confirming that the person at the door had gone away, Uncle Tie suddenly bent his back. The hammer that had never left his hand fell to the ground, making a huge hole in the floor. All the surrounding materials collapsed, and the house The place instantly became a mess.

But he didn’t care too much, his eyes were shaking horribly——

She has his aura on her body. Even after so many years, he still has not forgotten that figure bathed in the sea of ​​blood.

Uncle Tie covered his head, and black demonic energy slowly overflowed from his body. There were probably not many slaves left alive today among the thousands of slaves back then.

As soon as Mu Wanwan walked in, he was keenly aware of the aura on her body.

His uncle Tie is an old dwarf who is almost a hundred years old after all, so he can naturally see through it at a glance.

She also said that she was the man's wife, which seemed to be sincere.

Uncle Tie touched the wounds on his body and couldn't tell whether he was grateful or hating the man. After escaping, he carefully lived on the border. It was not until the man became the leader that he finally lived in the sun. Even if it was for this, he still wanted to repay the favor.

Tie Bo sighed softly, took out the long-cherished materials from the Qiankun bag, opened his somewhat heavy trousers, revealed a pair of mechanical legs, and started to work dexterously.

——Over there, Mu Wanwan sold all the vegetables and purses, bought some more things, checked that it was still early, and went to Uncle Zong’s shop. She wanted to see if there were any elixirs she had refined. Not sold.

It was close to noon, and there was not a lot of crowds. When Mu Wanwan came in with a basket full of sold-out vegetables, Uncle Zong happened to be discussing business with a few people.

What a coincidence, one of them was the nun who collected the entrance fee at the market gate in the morning.

When the female cultivator heard the footsteps, she turned back and glanced at Mu Wanwan. She didn't hide it this time, there was naked sarcasm in her eyes.

Uncle Zong smiled crookedly at Mu, and before he could say hello to her, the female cultivator raised her eyebrows and said, "Boss, don't worry about irrelevant people, and wrap up the elixir for me quickly."

As soon as she said these words, Uncle Zong's face turned dark. The two male cultivators next to her seemed to realize that her tone was bad, and they hurriedly apologized and said, "Boss, junior sister, she didn't mean it, please don't tell me. ”

Mu Wanwan was also unhappy. She really hated whatever she wanted. She didn’t want to cause trouble to Uncle Zong. Unexpectedly, Uncle Zong sneered, "Who are you looking down on?"

The female cultivator knew that what she said was a little inappropriate, but she was always praised. Now when she saw Uncle Zong actually attacking her like this for a poor casual cultivator who had just come in, she immediately felt unhappy, "What? I’ll give you two middle-grade spiritual stones from one bottle of this elixir. Don’t you businessmen just want to make money?”

"Oh." Uncle Zong said coldly, "We won't make any more money from you. Now please get out of here."

"Boss, please don't." The male cultivator immediately became anxious. He was going out for training recently. There were many dangers in the secret realm, so he wanted to buy some Spiritual Restoration Pills. Today, he was attracted by the Spiritual Restoration Pills displayed by Uncle Zong. , he immediately judged that the quality of the elixir this time was definitely better than those in the previous stores. Who would have expected that the good thing was ruined by the always unruly and arrogant little junior sister.

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it. Do you want to rob it?" Uncle Zong roared suddenly, and a huge lion head appeared faintly behind him. The pressure of a high-level orc was released, and those few were instantly The cultivators who wanted to say something were frightened, especially the female cultivator, whose whole face turned red.

"I asked my master to deal with you, this barbaric orc!" She said these harsh words and ran away. The two male cultivators followed her dejectedly, and one of them gritted his teeth with hatred. A sinister look quietly flashed behind the female cultivator.

Mu Wanwan felt happy, but she was still a little worried, "Uncle Zong, will her master really come to trouble you?"

Uncle Zong sneered, "Her master can't beat you, Uncle Chen."

Mu Wanwan: "......"

She stayed in Uncle Zong’s shop for a while and waited for an hour before a customer arrived. He was a repairman dressed in ordinary clothes. He negotiated a sky-high price, but finally gritted his teeth and spent a half-medium-grade spirit Shi bought a bottle of elixir. Mu Wanwan watched the whole process of Uncle Zong's business and came to a conclusion——

If you have a powerful fist, you can do whatever you want! _(:з　∠)_

Aunt Yun also rested after taking the spiritual pill, and happily told Mu Wanwan that the pill she refined also had a certain effect in alleviating the curse, which was better than eating the spiritual fruit directly.

Mu Wanwan felt confident, and made an appointment with Uncle Zong to meet in ten days, and then prepared to go to Xianqing Pavilion to break the news.

"Girl, wait."

When she was about to leave, Aunt Yun suddenly stopped her.

Mu Wanwan stopped and looked at her.

Aunt Yun smiled, with a gentle smile in her eyes, "Come on, give me your hand."

Mu Wanwan didn’t know what she was going to do, so she stretched out her hand. The next second, she felt a stinging pain on her fingertips. Aunt Yun quickly took out a pendant from her pocket and absorbed the blood droplets on her fingertips. .

Aunt Yun hung up the pendant for her, "It's a small gadget that can hide your cultivation. It's useless for me to keep it. Just take it. Don't say thank you before you make me angry."

Mu Wanwan: "......"

Everything in her mouth was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't speak or swallow.

Aunt Yun's expression was gentle, and her kindness to her was much more innocent than the director of the orphanage, which made her a little at a loss.

"Don't think about it. Let's go quickly. Uncle Tie doesn't like people being late." Seeing Mu Wanwan standing there, Uncle Zong drove them away without being polite at all.

Mu Wanwan felt a little sad, she just held the pendant and nodded.

She spent two medium-grade spirit stones and three spirit-reviving pills to remove the curse to release the news in Xianqing Pavilion, waiting to contact Jiu Qing next time she went out. When she went to get her wheelchair from Uncle Tie and walked for a long time to find red leaves at the gate of the market, snowflakes fell from the sky.

White, cute, feather-like snowflakes fell on her face, but there was a chill in it.

It's snowing.

Mr. Long is still wearing thin obscene clothes, and the hair on his cute wings is a little bald.

The light gray dark clouds reflected darkly in Mu's crescent eyes.

"Madam, let's go back quickly." Hongye's voice was clear, and Mu Wanwan nodded.

Mu Wanwan put on the inferior bamboo hat he just bought for three silver coins, got on the bullock cart and started to drive home——

I wonder what Mr. Long is doing now. Is he expecting her to buy something delicious? What would her expression be like when she saw her take out the folding lightweight wheelchair made by Tie Bo that could be transformed into three sections?

Just thinking about it, she felt a little hopeful.

While Mu Wanwan was working hard to rush back, Mr. Long was playing games with Mengmeng.

To be precise, Mr. Long is "playing" with Mengmeng.

With his wife not at home, it was rare for him to move around without covering up, although walking felt like stepping on the tip of a needle for him.

Sitting on Mu Wanwan’s special seat, Mr. Long held the back of Fei Jiu Destiny’s neck with one hand and supported his chin with the other, rolling it around carelessly.

It’s very interesting to see it fall awkwardly on the mat and then try to get up and bite its own fingers=w=

Actually, he has long been disillusioned with the fact that Mrs. Yan has pampered this fat Chiu. Mengmeng has good roots and feet. Although it is just a cub, it has already shown some abilities. However, it has too little exercise and a soft temper. She would tweet and act coquettishly every day and compete with him for his favor. It was really annoying.

Mr. Long lowered his eyelids slightly, and his slender fingers deftly avoided Mengmeng's attacks one after another. The angry Feijiu simply took advantage of his weight and suddenly pounced on his fingers and grabbed them tightly, unable to survive. , and pecked his fingertips with his bright yellow beak.

"..." Mr. Long narrowed his eyes and let him go. Then he turned his wrist and turned Meng Meng around.

"Chirp..." Mengmeng was so wronged that she was about to cry.

Why does this big bad dragon always bully Jiu when Wan Wan is not at home! I can't stand it anymore! !

Mr. Long saw it pointing its **** towards him, with a fleeting smile on his lips. His dark black eyes glanced out the window seemingly casually, and he pressed a button with a little anticipation. heart of.

It's still early, it's still early.

It won't be long, he just wants to see the spiritual plants she planted with her own hands.

The last Ningxue flower bud quietly stretched out its young leaves on the windowsill. The room was very tidy, and everything was in order.

Mr. Long sat on her stool and waited for a long time.

From dawn until the dark clouds closed, Mengmeng was no longer angry and fell asleep leaning on the back of his hand tiredly.

When he saw snowflakes falling outside the window, they were floating, bit by bit, as if they were falling in his heart——

She left in a bit of a hurry today and didn't bring an umbrella.

"Is it cold?" A cold voice sounded suddenly, but it was like melting ice and snow, and the meaning was unclear.

Mengmeng was drowsily asleep. She rubbed the back of his hand and chirped a little, saying, Mengmeng is not cold.

A low-pitched laughter sounded in the room, and then dispersed.