I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 77|Seventy-seven dragons

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Is this a dream?

Mu Wanwan’s eyes were sore, and she felt that Mr. Long’s cold touch on her cheek seemed fake.

Her heart felt uncomfortable and her soul was exhausted. Her forehead hit the alchemy furnace and she bled a lot. She must have been bruised and ugly. Why did he come back at this time? He didn't come back when she was rouging herself and looking beautiful.

How abominable!

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

Her consciousness was blurred, and she vaguely felt that her waist was being strangled, as if she was being hugged by Mr. Long.

My hands subconsciously grabbed his wet and cold clothes, and Mu leaned on Mr. Long's shoulder, feeling that everything in front of him was truly incredible.

Her dragon is back, her dragon is really back.

"Ugh..." Although it was embarrassing, Mu Wanwan ignored the pain in his forehead and buried his head in his arms, letting the tears that had lasted for more than ten days flow. Mixed with the smell of blood, it was painful, sour and sweet.

He still knew he would come back, but she thought he would never come back.

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

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

His wife, except for his matters, when have you ever been so anxious?

She was calm and strong. Before he recovered or woke up, she shouldered all the burdens of life by herself.

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

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

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

Mr. Long's eyes shone slightly, and he slowly tightened his arms and hugged her harder.

She feels much lighter.

Is it because you are worried about him that you are calm?

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

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

If it weren’t for the leader of the Special Life Alliance who happened to pass by and help him. If he hadn't participated in the arrangement of the entire mansion's barrier, maybe he wouldn't 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 knives to pass, he had no fear of death. But his heart was full of reluctance. He held her name on the tip of his tongue and whispered it over and over again.

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

On the first day when he missed the appointment, Mr. Long’s scales were broken into pieces and blood dripped from his body, but he was filled with the crazy thought of her leaving.

He.

He is already so useless. He just wants to change her into some beautiful clothes, save her some money, and let her see what the top-quality spiritual stone that she has been looking forward to looks like. .

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

On the fifth day after missing the appointment, the curse in his body broke out again.

The elixir she refined became his only solace as he could only crawl.

He missed her so much, so much.

On the eighth day after breaking the appointment, the thought of leaving her and going off on his own had been completely uprooted and dissipated by his irrepressible emotions. At the same time, only panic and madness are growing like wild weeds.

In case...

If anything happens to her, 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, then hate him and forget about him, start a new life, and think that what she sees in her heart and eyes in the future will not be him, but Other dragons(?), even Maojiu→_→.

He was so jealous that he almost went crazy and wanted to devour her in one gulp.

He, Mr. Long pursed his lips.

Except for the monster he met just after breaking out of its shell, he had never met anyone as kind to him as she was.

Her eyebrows are curved and her smile is bright. When she is with him, she is shy and blushing but yet so straightforward. Every part of her looks like what he loves most.

He is such a dragon that can bring bad luck to people, such an ugly and different dragon.

Mr. Long never thought that he would encounter her who was like sunshine in his dark and lonely life.

She said that she is his wife.

Mrs.

He once thought that you are so weak now and your future is uncertain, so you might as well pretend to be indifferent. However, after seeing her shining eyes and secretly kissing her lips, he could no longer let go.

Fortunately, she has been waiting for him.

She didn't give up on him.

"Wanwan..."

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

His robe slipped and dripped with blood, but he seemed to feel no pain.

My heart is filled with nothing but shameless, selfish, joy.

"I'm back." Mr. Long lowered his head slightly, raised the corners of his lips, and said in a soft voice, "I'm back."

Mu Wanwan clutched the lapel of his clothes, preferring to immerse herself in dreams. The exhaustion of many days of alchemy had exhausted her soul. She had been tense for a long time. When she heard Mr. Long's voice, she suddenly relaxed. The fatigue and pain were like a flood that burst a dam and crushed her.

Although she still had a lot to say to him, wanted to complain that he hadn't come back for so long, wanted to ask him if he was injured again, wanted to comfort him that she would always be by his side in the future, and even wanted to put a knife on him With this **** big stupid dragon on his neck, he could never leave her alone!

"Bad dragon..." Mu Wanwan muttered to him, letting himself sink into the darkness where he was no longer afraid.

Mr. Long blinked his black eyelashes and shook out the broken horns and plush ears that he had been hiding.

He was a bit miserable. In order to come back quickly, he was injured. Although spiritual stones and elixirs are abundant now, his appearance is still ugly. For example, the hair on his prototype's pair of huge furry ears is all... I’m almost bald after being shaved_(:з」∠)_

"Chirp..."

Just when Mr. Long was about to leave the messy study room with his dear wife in his arms, Mengmeng, who had burped several times and was about to be smoked black and fat, turned over with all her strength and used her round and angry fingers. Liuyou's big eyes stared at the sudden appearance of the evil dragon.

"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp...cough..."

The bad dragon came back so late. If it weren’t for its powerful chirping, Wanwan would have been burned by the fire!

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

Mr. Long clicked his tongue, looking at the plump, plump and furry fat man who had been picked up by his wife, and his heart was full of the miserable days he would have after losing his plush ears.

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

But it is still very weak now. Even if its bloodline is strong, it will be burned through by the elixir fire in a few hours.

"Quiet." Mr. Long's low voice came from the empty room. He put his index finger on his lips and looked at the hair ball that kept chirping, showing a rare gentle expression, "She fell asleep. ”

"Chirp..."

......

In the end, Mr. Long failed to ignore Mao Jiu, and only used some spiritual power to hang the uncomfortable Mao Jiu behind him, and then returned to the room.

He stuffed a pill into Maojiu's mouth, then violently held Jiujiu's little jiojio upside down, patted its belly a few times, and Mengmeng spit out the swallowed fire. Out.

Pitifully, he kicked off his thin legs and was knocked unconscious by the evil dragon.

It took thirty seconds to solve the future competitor & light bulb.

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

He blushed and took off the blood-stained coat for her just like she had done before, wiped the blood off her face, smoothed her broken hair on her forehead, and carefully applied makeup on her. After applying the ointment and watching the wound on her forehead disappear, 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, he heard those dragons brag in the past saying that women are very concerned about appearance and like to dress themselves up.

He was too poor before and had nothing to give her, so she had no money to buy all kinds of fine 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 calm down and quickly enter the state of mind.

The lady must not have bought it herself. Someone should have given it to her, right?

Mr. Long was filled with jealousy. He couldn't help but take off the hairpin Jiuqing gave him on Muwanwan's head and replaced it with the Qingxin jade he brought back. Although the style was not as good-looking as the one Jiuqing gave him, it was also Not as big as the one given by Jiuqing...

He was silent for a while, but awkwardly and aggrievedly put the hairpin Jiu Qing gave him on the bedside. He originally wanted to break it.

There was no expression on Mr. Long's face, only the grievance boiling in his dark eyes. As if he was retaliating, he kissed her lips moistly, and left after a while with a blushing face.

After simply helping Mu Wanwan take care of himself, Mr. Long, a turtle-haired dragon, finally frowned and took off his white fur and brocade clothes that were soaked in blood and tattered, and thought about it. I wanted to take off my obscene clothes again, revealing my upper body covered with new scars.

The vertical and horizontal knife edges were densely packed, some were still fresh, and blood was oozing out.

Mr. Long subconsciously stretched out his big hand and rubbed a slightly painful abdominal muscle. He quickly realized something and his face was stained with crimson again.

Although Madam is unconscious now, he really seems to be playing! flow! Hooligan! oh!

The hairless, bald ears twitched, and Mr. Long’s eyelashes trembled.

He originally wanted to take out some gorgeous clothes from the Mustard Seed Space he just brought back that could reflect his cold and arrogant appearance. Opened the closet door.

In a conspicuous position, there are two new sets of obscene clothes stacked up, next to them are dark blue and moon white robes, and a black feather coat in his size is added to the coat.

She bought him clothes again.

Mr. Long picked up a piece of obscene clothing and couldn't help but rub it gently with his cheek. The fragrance smelled like the soap she usually used.

So happy^w^

So happy.

He cleaned himself carefully, and then carefully put on his wife's new clothes, and also changed into a pair of underwear. Then after thinking about it, he picked up a bright pink dress from Mustard Seed Space. , the nervous palms were sweaty.

This is the most precious piece of clothing in his space. He thought about it and hung it on the bedside. When his wife wakes up, she can see it at a glance and she will be very surprised.

"Well..." The curse that had not completely dissipated and the injury that had worsened in the past half month brought a burst of pain. Mr. Long let out a muffled groan, poured out a pile of spiritual stones from the mustard space, and collapsed on the ground. Stacked as high as the bed.

After absorbing a lot of spiritual energy, I felt a little better. Looking at Mu Wanwan who was quietly falling into sleep, I squeezed my fingers shyly.

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

I want to sleep with her.

A faint blush appeared on Mr. Long's handsome cheeks. He did not hesitate, climbed onto the bed lightly, and then carefully got into her bed.

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

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

Silently turning his head, Mr. Long saw Mu's fair collarbone half-covered under the quilt.

He closed his eyes quietly and slowly held her hand.

It's so warm, just like before.

He really wanted to hold her and sleep.

The bald furry ears twitched. The evil bad dragon finally failed to overcome his inner thoughts. He gently and carefully played with the lady's limbs, and then ignored her slightly uncomfortable resistance and soared. His body temperature was so strong that he pressed the person into his arms.

We held a marriage ceremony, touched the dragon's tail and horns, which are forbidden except for partners, and had skin-to-skin contact (??). I knew that he was pretending to be asleep before, but I still accepted him gently. He said that he was not someone else and had been waiting for him for so long...

She can't run away. This time, even if she later discovers that she has sharp tolerance and paranoia hidden under her weak, helpless and pitiful appearance, even if she regrets it, she can't run away.

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