I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 20|Twenty dragons

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The spiritual energy contained in a few low-grade spiritual stones was just a drop in the ocean to the former Mr. Long, but to the current Mr. Long, it is a very precious thing.

A trace of spiritual energy slowly entered his body from the spirit stone, like a spring rain falling on the dry earth. Mr. Long gathered his consciousness. Unlike in the dream before, he carefully absorbed the spiritual energy and used the seventh-level His powerful consciousness fiddled with a few weak spiritual energy, and stopped after absorbing only enough spiritual energy to connect the two broken original nuclei.

They are poor now and want to save.

So Mu Wanwan watched helplessly as the spiritual stones placed next to Mr. Long's ears began to break quickly, and then began to break more and more, until finally there were only three pieces left.

The spirit stone is broken. Does it mean that Mr. Long has actually absorbed a lot of spiritual energy? Is this method effective?

Feeling a little happier, Mu Wanwan looked at the remaining three low-grade spiritual stones, and secretly wondered if it was because Mr. Long's body was now so weak that he could only absorb a few low-grade spiritual stones. Rubbing his sore eyes, he thought about it but still didn't put away the three spirit stones.

If it was really due to lack of spiritual power that Mr. Long's tail rotted again, there was nothing she could do to take the spirit stone away now.

Mu Wanwan calmed down and checked Mr. Long's tail. It no longer continued to bleed. Maybe it was really because of the spirit stone.

"Mr. Long, I'm sorry." Mu Wanwan choked up a little. She wanted to reach out and touch his broken horn, but it still stopped in the air. It was all her fault this time. If she hadn't broken Mr. Long's horn, With the spiritual stone, maybe his tail won't be rotten anymore.

She apologized softly, but it felt very unpleasant to Mr. Long’s ears——

He knew her. He just wanted to bring more money and go to the market to see if there was any other way out. He was also thinking about them and this family.

Home...

Mr. Long’s ears felt hot again and again, and he silently recited this magical word several times in his heart.

If this cold tyrant's mansion, if this was once just his temporary resting place, had her, maybe he could call it home.

He has never had a home.

Mu Wanwan didn't expect that just by apologizing out of guilt, she could make Mr. Long think about 'home'. She didn't waste time and just took the ashes of low-grade spirit lime that were crushed into powder from Mr. Long's pillow. He flipped it open and changed the positions of the remaining three pieces before picking up the quilt that was stained with scales and blood.

It's still early, and the weather is not bad today. I have to deal with Mr. Long's tail quickly, and wash the quilt and mattress so that it can dry earlier.

While Mu Wanwan was planning what to do next, she filled a large basin with water. Because she needed to wash the quilt, she took out the largest basin in the house. Mu Wanwan soaked the quilt in water, added a lot of soap, and ran to the kitchen, boiled a lot of hot water, and sterilized the knives she had used before. Then she took the ointment and returned. Arrived at the room.

Mu Wanwan put the basin away, took two more handkerchiefs, wrapped his hands, looked at Mr. Long with his eyes closed, and said softly, "Mr. Long, let me help you do it, maybe it will work." It hurts a little."

Although she swore to God that her words were just to express her intention to help Mr. Long deal with his wounds, and had no other thoughts, but to Mr. Long’s ears, it was that she wanted to treat him A signal that something has been done.

He felt a little nervous and his fingertips were trembling a little. After waiting for dozens of long seconds with his eyes closed, Mu Wanwan finally took action.

Her body temperature penetrated through the thin veil and spread directly to his tail. He could clearly feel it. She carefully avoided his wounds and dragged her soft palms with half force. He held his long tail and placed it on the somewhat cold jade bed.

The tail in the half-dragon state is not particularly sensitive except for a few places and reverse scales. Mr. Long feels fine and does not hurt——

Does she want to clean the mattress he soiled? Mr. Long thought, feeling himself calm down a little.

But soon, he couldn't calm down anymore.

Because,

Mu Wanwan actually threw aside the handkerchief, rolled up her sleeves and hugged his waist!

The moment her warm skin came into contact with his chest and abdomen, Mr. Long felt that something was suddenly attacking from that piece of skin, rushing up directly, and exploding in his mind. There was a crackling current.

He was immediately confused.

How could she hug him?

Except for fights, no one ever dared to touch his waist.

If there were no black and red curse lines on his face, Mu Wanwan would probably be able to tell at a glance that Mr. Long's face was already red. But even with this pattern, Mu Wanwan still saw clearly that Mr. Long's ears and neck had turned pink after he completely removed him from the dirty quilt.

Mu Wanwan: "?"

Is it very hot?

She didn't think too much and put her hand on Mr. Long's forehead. Suddenly she felt a completely different temperature from his body, a little hot.

That’s right. Because there is no spiritual energy, Mr. Long’s tail is rotten. Generally, injured people will have a fever. Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan’s eyes are a little red.

"It's all my fault for giving you a fever." She said in a low voice, her voice full of frustration, and she slowly breathed out a sigh of relief and threw the mattress on the ground.

Before Mr. Long could recover from the fact that she was actually leaning against his waist, he felt her palms going down his scales that were a little slippery because they were full of rotten water and dirt. Right down to his rotting wound.

The angry shyness in his heart slowly turned into a throbbing that left Long at a loss. Her actions reminded him again and again——

She never disliked him, she really never disliked him.

The knife cut through the rotten scales and flesh. No matter how gentle and careful Mu Wanwan’s movements were, the pain did not diminish at all. It’s just that these pains, in Mr. Long’s opinion, were not as bad as what he had done when he was young. The rotten cake fought with the devil dog, and the bite hurt.

He has never dealt with wounds so carefully. The powerful self-healing ability of the Dragon Clan makes him hate his birth, but at the same time he can't help but be proud of his talent. Being treated like a treasure by others, for him For me, this is Long Sheng’s most novel experience.

He even hoped that the pain could last longer.

Mu Wanwan carefully cleaned Mr. Long's tail, took a clean handkerchief and wiped off all the dirt on the scales near the wound, applied medicine to him, and looked at his half that was almost dying I can see the bones of the rotten tail, and I feel a little distressed.

She had no idea why Mr. Long wanted to fight with those leaders.

Mu Wanwan shook her head and stopped thinking about it. Not to mention that she was a first-level monk and had no ability to care about the disputes of the big shots who stood at the top of the continent. Let’s just talk about her current status, a happy lady. , he is an abandoned son in the Mu family, and in the eyes of some people with ulterior motives such as Ao Qin, he is probably just a tool. He may still have some value to the temporarily sick Mr. Long, and he probably has no qualifications to care about Mr. Long’s past affairs. .

Thinking this way, I was still a little sad. Mu Wanwan secretly felt that she was really having too much drama, so she stopped thinking about it, tidied up the messy room, and covered half of her quilt on Mr. Long. I walked out the door holding the dirty mattress.

The room became quiet, and Mr. Long slowly came out of the indescribable feelings. His consciousness could clearly feel the spirit stone on his pillow. His dark mood finally became a little brighter. He listened to Mu Wanwan was washing clothes in the yard and heard the sound of rushing water, and his consciousness gradually sank in——

When Mu Wanwan did not appear in his life, it would take him about three years to fully 'wake up', but now, he feels that he can break the curse in about a year at most.

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After Mu Wanwan worked hard to clean the stained parts of the quilt and mattress, it was almost dark, and she felt that her waist and legs were a little unbearable.

To be honest, this body is much stronger and stronger than her previous one. After all, the original body is also a first-level monk. It is much stronger than the mortal she once was, but even a monk can't stand it. What a hassle!

She has been really exhausted these past few days, and Mu Wanwan originally wanted to eat meat in the evening, but seeing Mr. Long’s tail in the afternoon really affected her appetite, not to mention that now she feels that the house The smell inside has not dissipated.

So the luxurious dinner in the evening turned into white rice porridge...

Because she was worried that the meat would go bad, Mu Wanwan simply marinated it with salt, but she didn’t know if it was because of the sequelae of Mr. Long’s tail. Now when she looked at this piece of good spiritual pork, she would subconsciously compare it with this. The difference between meat and dragon meat.

Compared with healthy dragon meat, the color seems a bit darker, and the texture does not look so firm, but compared with unhealthy dragon meat, the color seems to be very fresh and tender, and the taste seems to be okay.... ..Bar?

When Mu Wanwan finished marinating the meat and cooked the porridge, she felt like she was floating when she walked. She was really crazy to keep comparing the difference between spiritual pork and dragon meat_(:з」∠) _

After finishing a light dinner and feeding Mr. Long a small bowl of spiritual rice porridge and half a Baizhen fruit, Mu Wanwan boiled some more water and went to the side hall to take a bath. After thinking about it, he decided to take a bath. I took a small bucket of hot water and returned to the room.

When she was thinking about cleaning Mr. Long's tail in the afternoon, she saw that his other scales were also withered and yellow. She didn't know if it was dirty or something, so she might as well get some water and wipe it with him.

Mu Wanwan lifted the quilt, and Mr. Long’s twisted posture with his tail bent appeared in her eyes. Mu Wanwan smiled unkindly. She didn’t pay attention in the afternoon, so she might not have noticed this person’s behavior. Tail wagging.

"Mr. Long, let me wipe it for you." Mu Wanwan whispered as usual, soaked the handkerchief with hot water, avoided his wounds, and wiped his scales bit by bit.

But all the way to his beautiful and tight waist, Mu Wanwan couldn't find anything remarkable except that the scales near his waist and abdomen were a bit thicker and slightly softer than other places. (Hello!

At this moment, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very safe, so Mr. Long is actually very safe in this state, and there is no need to worry about the morning in the plant dragon state (wow——), because Mr. Long actually has no of.

Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long’s sinisterly handsome face, his long and curved black eyelashes, and his obvious Adam’s apple. Then he glanced at his thin waist, blushed slightly and sighed. , such a handsome dragon, in the half-dragon state, there is no (whew——), it is a pity.

Mu Wanwan looked away from Mr. Long's beautiful abdominal muscles with difficulty, secretly despising himself for being seduced by beauty, speeding up the washing process, and went out with water.

At this time, Mr. Long was still fighting the curse in the pain of his meridians. He had no idea that certain abilities in his half-dragon state had been doubted by his wife. If he were awake, he would definitely feel very uncomfortable.

After all, dragons don’t just expose things casually when they are not in use! And to be fair, in fact, Mu Wanwan had already touched it, and she still said that he hadn't. It was really aggrieved!

——Mu Wanwan poured the water, tidied the room again, counted the things she went out to buy today, rubbed her sore neck, and prepared to go to bed, but when she was ready to crawl like the previous two days, It was only when I went to bed that I discovered the problem.

Mr. Long soiled the quilt and mattress today and they haven't dried yet after washing.

They only have one quilt and mattress now, which is really terrible.

Does she want to sleep with Mr. Long?

Mu Wanwan was a little sluggish. She looked at Mr. Long, whose half-naked shoulders were buried in the red quilt, and suddenly felt a little breathless. Before she traveled through time, she was still an innocent little girl, but now she has more Not to mention the disabled dragon husband, who was forced to sleep in the same bed with him before but with two quilts. Do you want to sleep in the same bed now?

And Mr. Long is also an innocent dragon! Although he is now a plant, it cannot change the fact that he is a dragon of the opposite sex, although he does not and cannot express any opinions now.

Mu Wanwan felt that her head hurt so much. She looked at the dark sky outside and regretted why she couldn't open her eyes and buy an extra quilt when she was outside today.

It was getting a little late, and the power of late autumn was gradually showing up. Even in the room, it felt a little cold.

Mu Wanwan stood on the slippery floor and sighed deeply.

She walked to the closet resignedly and rummaged around, but she didn't find any thick clothes.

My eyes touched the bench and table where she was sleeping on her stomach before the bed was cleared. Mu Wanwan's eyes twitched. Did she have to sleep on her stomach if the quilt was not dry? Isn’t this too tragic?

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——When Mu Wanwan was debating whether or not to sleep in the same bed with Mr. Long, in the elf market, in the shop where Mu Wanwan bought seeds during the day:

Uncle Zong, a lion tribe orc, closed the door of the shop and turned around and entered the store.

Monks of the third level and above like them have the qualifications to rent shops in the market for a long time, and they also have the qualifications to still live in the shops in the market after the market closes at 6pm every day, but like Lan and Feng, ordinary elves who have no cultivation level, are not qualified to stay in the elves market.

Lifting the curtain covering the counter and the inner room, Uncle Zong stepped in.

Mu Wanwan’s guess was correct, they did still live here, and there was indeed a small bed behind the curtain. At this moment, a pretty-looking woman was sitting on it. Her face was clean, and she didn’t seem to be anything. The orc also had a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows, and he didn't look very young anymore.

"Ahem..." The woman coughed lightly, and Uncle Zong immediately became nervous. Such a big man stood beside her bed with tense muscles and a loss. He wanted to reach out to touch her but again Seems so cautious.

"Brother Lei." The woman smiled at him with a pale face, "Are you done?"

She tried her best to appear happier, but there was still deep fatigue in her eyes.

Uncle Zong couldn't bear it anymore, walked to her, grabbed her hand with his big hand, "Yun'er, I'll take you to bed."

"Yes." The woman named Yun'er lay in his arms obediently. The two of them walked out of the small room set up in the shop, opened the secret door at the back, and entered the yard.

"Brother Lei, how is Lan'er and their rent going?" Yun'er asked, "I was a little too sleepy in the afternoon and fell asleep."

"Haha." Uncle Zong hugged his lover who was getting lighter, and smiled boldly, resisting the sourness in his eyes, "The little girl who came this afternoon, I thought she was another liar, but she turned out to be a good one ."

"Lan'er and the others don't have to worry about their rent. That little girl actually secretly stuffed a low-grade spirit stone into Lan'er's hood. The girl wasn't afraid that an elf as young as Lan'er would use the spirit stone. Lost it, you were so stingy when you were here in the afternoon."

"That's good..." Yun'er said, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

"Yes, yes." Uncle Zong hugged her arm tightly, "Don't worry about them, it's fine. That kid Feng is very smart. After he found out, he came to my place to exchange the spirit stones. They turned into silver coins and copper coins, and they said they couldn’t let those elves discover that they had spirit stones, which made me laugh to death, haha.”

Although Uncle Zong was smiling, the animal patterns on his forehead were getting brighter and brighter. He talked a lot, and he slowly stopped until he confirmed that the person in his arms had fallen asleep again. .

He placed her gently on the bed and felt uncomfortable looking at Yun'er's gradually pale face.

They have known each other since they were very young. Yun'er was once one of the most talented orc warriors in the tribe. In order to give him children, she lost most of her talents. But even so, they have been together for so many years. , still no children.

In fact, he thought it didn't matter. After all, there would be nothing if he didn't have a child. They were enough. However, Yun'er wanted a child very much. In the end, she was deceived by a hateful witch clan and drank a drink with a hidden curse. Fang Zi, whose remaining talents were sucked away, was left with only a weak body. Now he couldn't even transform into a beast, so he could only rely on elixirs to survive.

But even if he gave everything, the time for her to wake up was getting shorter and shorter.

"Yun'er." Zong Lei said her name softly and slowly calmed down.