I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 69|Sixty-nine dragons

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Sixty-nine dragons but he couldn’t bear to part with them

Li Ran was shocked when he saw that the curse in his Dantian had been relieved a lot.

He was holding the bottle of Huiling Pill he bought from Huayun Drug Store and couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart!

Ever since he was unfortunately cursed by a monster at the place of the last trial, his status in the sect has plummeted. He is only a second-level monk and does not have any spiritual stones. He thought that his life would be wasted like this. I think it actually works.

Li Ran never thought that a rumor could change his life. He held the jade bottle and quickly contacted his friends, hoping to stock up on the elixir before it became famous.

But he underestimated the speed of news spreading. He had just recovered on his front foot, and the news that the healing pill in Huayun's shop had miraculous effects on his back foot spread quickly as if it had grown wings.

Li Ran refused to give up and took his friend to Huayun Pharmacy the next morning, only to find that a crowd of people had already blocked the door.

"It's open!" A somewhat excited voice sounded, and the crowd who had been waiting outside the door immediately became commotion, squeezing in like crazy under Uncle Zong's stunned eyes.

"Shopkeeper, I want four bottles of the first-level spiritual recovery pill!" Li Ran was squeezed to the front and met Uncle Zong's eyes as he shouted.

Uncle Zong, a lion orc, was almost frightened by his desperate posture.

But before Uncle Zong could say anything, the crowd exploded, "Nasi, there are only eleven bottles in total. You want four bottles for yourself. Aren't you afraid of being killed when you go out?"

"Shopkeeper, I can offer a higher price, I want three bottles!"

The noisy voice suddenly sounded, and Uncle Zong couldn't bear it anymore. The pressure of the powerful lion orcs dispersed, "Shut up, everyone!"

As soon as he went down, no one dared to speak.

Just when Uncle Zong was about to tell who came first to sell to whom, Uncle Chen, who was strategizing, suddenly walked in from outside the store, glanced at everyone, squinted and smiled gently, "The quantity of elixirs is insufficient, purchase limit. Each person can buy at most one, each one cost five low-grade spiritual stones, and there are only sixty left."

After he finished speaking, the pressure of the powerful tiger orcs dispersed. The expressions of all the monks immediately changed, especially Li Ran, who was squeezed at the front. Facing the smiling Uncle Chen, he was trembling at all. He was speechless, completely different from the one he had just yelled in front of Uncle Zong.

"One, a first-level spiritual recovery pill." Li Ran took out five low-grade spiritual stones, which was very weak.

The people behind also became quiet. After all, the orcs who can own a shop in the market are not so easy to mess with.

When the elixir was sold out, those who had not bought it were unwilling to accept it, and on the other hand, out of fear that you would not be able to buy it if I couldn't buy it, they spread the news directly.

Among them, the two families who gained the most were Uncle Zong and Uncle Chen, who had closed their shop and happily started counting spiritual stones.

"Calculate, how much did you earn?" Aunt Yun has been much better recently. The Ningxue Dan sent by Mu Wanwan has a great effect on the witchcraft curse in her body, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes are reduced. He has become a lot more mature, as if he has become the same person he was ten years ago again, and he also has a touch of coquettishness when talking to Uncle Zong.

"We will make more money in the future. According to the price we gave her before, we will give her seven more middle-grade spiritual stones." Uncle Chen's mind became even brighter.

Aunt Yun smiled and said, "That girl will definitely be very happy. It is also our luck to meet her here."

Uncle Chen nodded, "But have you really never doubted her identity?"

Aunt Hua on the side glared at her husband fiercely, "Why are you talking about this when you have nothing to do?"

Uncle Zong smiled heartily, "What do you think?"

Uncle Chen sighed, "It's good that you are aware of it. Her enemies are too powerful. It's okay that nothing happened now. Who knows how long these peaceful days will last."

Uncle Zong patted his shoulder and said, "We'll see when the time comes. Although your Yunmei and I can't protect her husband, it's not impossible to really protect her."

Aunt Yun also smiled when she met the worried eyes of the sisters, "Don't worry, if something happens, we can't guarantee anything else, but we will definitely protect her. We are so old, and we will probably be safe for the rest of our lives. It is impossible to have children of our own. If we could have had a daughter, she would probably be about the same age as her."

Aunt Hua sighed and smiled. In fact, she was not worried about what would happen to Mu Wanwan. After all, she had the ability to cultivate spiritual plants and refine elixirs. Even if Ao Qin, who was in power at the moment, really wanted to If you want to kill Junshang, she will not be implicated.

Moreover, as long as they do a good job in dealing with the aftermath, she will be fine for the time being. As for her husband, there is really nothing they can do to help her.

It was getting dark, and Mu Wanwan, who had been protected unknowingly, and Mr. Long, who probably couldn't be protected, were sitting in the room with big eyes facing each other.

The atmosphere in the room was very delicate, with one person and one dragon feeling a bit confused.

The only thing that bothers me is sleeping at night.

To be honest, monks don't need to sleep all the time, and there is only one room and one bed in the palace.

Both of them had washed up. Mr. Long sat by the bed and glanced at Mu Wanwan, who was pretending to play with Mengmeng, and had many thoughts in his mind——

He was in a coma before, and tonight is the first night he wakes up. Does that mean that tonight is actually their bridal night?

She has always been soft, he knows.

However, he thought it was best to be indifferent when she had no feelings for him, so that if something happened to him, she wouldn't be sad.

Long's heart was about to twist to death, and he felt extremely aggrieved. He was silent and didn't know what to say. Over there, Mu Wanwan spoke first, "Your Majesty..."

She originally wanted to say, "Would you mind sleeping with me tonight?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, it was, "Let's just share a bed. Otherwise, I will go to the study to make alchemy tonight."

After Mu Wanwan finished speaking, she felt like hitting the wall, but she still looked forward to Mr. Long’s answer.

After hearing her words, Mr. Long felt a flash of disappointment in his dark eyes, brushed his eyelashes twice like a fan, tugged the corners of his lips, and said nothing.

Mu Wanwan caught a glimpse of his lowered head and considered his tone, thinking that as long as he said he didn't mind, she wouldn't leave. She held on to a glimmer of hope that he would hold her back, "Your Majesty, then I really Leaving? Can you really do it alone?"

Are you going to show off your strength and drag your remaining legs onto the bed again? Mu Wanwan felt distressed and angry.

Mr. Long was stabbed in the heart. He clenched and unclenched his hands. His voice was hoarse, but as cold as snow falling on a cold night, "It's okay."

This time, Mu Wanwan looked at his drooped ears. Even though he knew about his duplicity, he was still very angry.

She decided to let the dragon dry out. Just as planned, she was going to try to refine the second-level spiritual recovery elixir tonight.

Mu Wanwan did not stay any longer. She glanced at the sleepy Mengmeng, and did not have the heart to pick up Feijiu to accompany her, so she went to the side hall alone.

Mr. Long looked at the closed door, slowly blinked his sour eyes, reached out to touch the fox fur she covered on his knees, and gently closed his eyes——

This is good. If she is around him, he will definitely not be able to control himself, which is good.

Very good.

The oil lamp in the room gradually burned out, and the room fell into darkness. There was a tingling sensation in his calf, but Mr. Long didn't seem to notice it. He sat quietly in the wheelchair, motionless.

About two hours later, Mu Wanwan, who had finally successfully refined three second-level spirit recovery pills, rubbed his shoulders, looked at the dark sky outside, and finally felt a little soft-hearted.

She really knew that the dragon was so awkward, why would she argue with him?

And why can't she sleep on the bed? Could it be that the dragon can do anything to her? Mu Wanwan didn't know where she got the confidence, but after thinking about how careful he was when he pretended to sleep before and how he was the same in the afternoon, he felt that he couldn't be afraid anymore.

So, she returned to the room slowly.

The door was gently pushed open, and Mu Wanwan walked in carefully. The room was dark. Although she had advanced, she could only see a big problem, but a certain dragon's movements were too obvious.

He maintained the animal's posture when walking in a crooked manner, but his ears suddenly stood up sharply.

With a smile on her lips, Mu Wanwan was groping in the dark and trying to walk in. When her toes touched something she didn't pay attention to, she exclaimed and almost fell down.

The next second, a warm light suddenly lit up in the room, and another oil lamp was lit. Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long's fingers moving slightly.

He pursed his purple lips, held the fox fur with one hand, and glanced at her impatiently with his slightly moist narrow phoenix eyes, "Noisy."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She could see the tears in the corners of his eyes. Could this dragon be any more awkward?

There was an indescribable feeling in her heart. She felt that maybe her weight in Mr. Long's heart was heavier than she thought?

"I'm cold." Mu Wanwan felt hot in her heart and felt a little awkward, but she still held back her shame and said something she would never normally say. It was so tough that it couldn't even be called coquettish.

Mr. Long pretended to glance at her casually. He was covered in cold air and the tip of his nose was a little red. He slowly turned the wheelchair and looked like "I really can't do anything to you." His voice was as cold as a clear spring and as cold as a spring. Suppressing the expectation, "Come in and sleep."

The smile on Mu Wanwan's lips could no longer be suppressed. She bent her eyes, walked to him, and said in a cheerful tone, "Your Majesty, you are so kind."

Mr. Long felt that he was really despicable. When he saw her smiling, it aroused the fire in his heart.

Obviously his existence is a drag on her, but seeing how beautiful she is, like a shining star in his life, she can't help but want to lock her close to her.

I wanted to bully her into letting her go, and I also wanted her to ask her husband to smile at him.

I want to get better quickly and leave her, but I also want to tie her up and ask her who gave her the pendant.

However, he couldn't bear it.

I can’t bear to leave.

"Your Majesty." Mu Wanwan made the bed, looked back at Choulong who had a "I can't get any affection" look on his face, feeling helpless in his heart, "Shall I help you get into bed?"

She has become more serious and doesn't even call him "you" anymore.

Mr. Long had no reaction to the change of title. He just fluttered his eyelashes. The strange pride in his heart suddenly took hold. He was afraid that his legs would stain the quilt, and he didn't want to waste spiritual stones or lose the dragon. He only glanced at the soft bed and said coldly, "I'm not sleepy."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

This is exactly the same as Mr. Xiaolong's "not hungry", "not sleepy", but she knows that once this dragon makes a decision, even ten dragons will not be able to pull it back.

She sat on the edge of the bed, as if she had tasted the sweetness of the dry act of coquettishness just now, and felt blessed in her soul, "But I can't sleep with you sitting here."