I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 21|Twenty-one dragons
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It was getting very late, and the power of late autumn was gradually showing up. Mu Wanwan could feel the cold air creeping up along the floor while standing on the ground. She glanced at Mr. Long, who was lying quietly on the bed, and then at the thick mattress and jade bed under him, feeling tangled in her heart.
It’s strange to say that the bed in Mr. Long’s room is made of unknown material. It looks like a jade bed, but it is not as cold as a jade bed. On the contrary, it is a little warm. It feels very comfortable.......
The more Mu Wanwan thought about it, the more he became shaken. When he came to his senses, he had already walked to the bedside.
There was only one lamp lit on the table next to the bed, which emitted a soft light through the cover. As the saying goes, looking at Meilong under the lamp, Mu Wanwan’s eyes unconsciously moved to Mr. Long’s face. superior.
He originally had some broken hair on his forehead, but she had brushed it aside because she thought it would be in the way of washing his face. Two long strands of hair hung down on one side, and his face was covered with strange lines, but even so, You can also vaguely see his handsome appearance.
He is a very good-looking dragon.
Mu Wanwan thought, it’s really beautiful.
And she can't move now. A gentleman can't take advantage of others' danger. She still doesn't want to sleep in the same bed with Mr. Long.
Mu Wanwan sighed, helped Mr. Long cover the quilt, found some thicker clothes and put them on, and climbed into bed dejectedly.
Fortunately, this jade bed is not very cold. Sleeping here is much better than lying on the table...
Anyway, if the weather is good tomorrow, the quilt and quilt will be dry, so it will be just one night without any trouble.
Mu turned sideways, not daring to look at Mr. Long lying beside her, and slowly closed her eyes.
But God didn't know if she was joking with her. When Mu Wanwan woke up from back pain the next day, she heard the patter of rain coming from outside the house.
It's raining.
Mu Wanwan rubbed her head in pain. Fortunately, she took in the quilt and mattress last night, otherwise she would have to wait for several days.
She got up and washed up, and after searching for a long time, she finally found an oil-paper umbrella with one corner missing in a side hall. She held the umbrella and shuttled between the main hall and the side hall to make brunch.
She actually woke up a little late today, so she might as well make brunch. It's a pity that I couldn't eat meat yesterday, so I might as well make pig bone soup for lunch. Mu Wanwan thought about the dishes and started to cook.
The vegetables bought from the market are all very good. Feng and Lan'er, the elven brother and sister, are very good at serving the vegetables. Even though they have been left out overnight, the vegetable leaves are not very wilted.
In the modern era, she lived alone, and she also developed the ability to cook. She was not a great chef, but she could cook some home-cooked dishes, and her cooking speed was not slow.
On a rainy day, the palace looked a little more mysterious than usual. Mu Wanwan held an umbrella and walked from the side hall to the main hall, passed through the corridor, and walked through the yard. When he was almost at the door of the room, he felt something at his feet. It slipped, and I almost lost my balance, and the umbrella fell directly to the ground.
Mu Wanwan protected the food box with one hand and wiped the wall hard with the other hand. The wall was not very smooth, and she was unlucky to rub it on the corner. The skin of her palm was broken almost instantly and blood appeared.
She couldn't help shouting in pain. A few drops of rain dripped down her scalp, blocking her sight. Mu Wanwan stretched out his hand and wiped it awkwardly, before he could pick up the umbrella on the ground. , then I felt that a person appeared in front of my hazy eyes——
He had long black satin-like hair, draped casually. He was wearing a moon-white silk robe and a pair of broken horns. The rain blurred his silhouette, and Mu Wanwan could only see clearly the pair of horns. The long and narrow phoenix eyes like ink were looking straight at her, and with just one glance, they dissipated in the rain like dust.
Is it... Mr. Long?
Is she hallucinating?
Mu Wanwan felt a little sour in her heart. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the door of the room several times like a fool. There was nothing there, no sign of any dragon.
She really was. Sure enough, these days were so dreamy that she even had hallucinations. Mu Wanwan laughed at himself and picked up the umbrella on the ground. He couldn't explain the faint feeling of loss in his heart, and entered a little embarrassed. Room——
The dragon is still lying on the bed honestly!
Mu Wanwan couldn't tell what he was feeling, so he just sighed and silently walked aside to wipe his hair with the handkerchief.
She wiped her hair in silence, not noticing Mr. Long's pale knuckles trembling silently, nor did she notice that he swallowed a mouthful of blood in pain.
He woke up early and listened quietly to the sound of her doing things. He couldn't help but let out a ray of consciousness and stick it to the corner of her clothes. He followed her to wash and cook, looking for an umbrella and folding clothes. The moment his hand brushed against the wall, he still couldn't hold it back and showed up without knowing what he was capable of.
He only lasted for a short moment. He didn't even look at her carefully before he was suppressed and dissipated.
He is really the most useless dragon.
Mr. Long thought that he couldn't even see her with his own eyes, and he couldn't even help her when she fell.
For the first time, Mr. Long hated himself for beating him seven times for ridiculous reasons. If he hadn't been injured, wouldn't he be able to look at her like he is now?
——Mu Wanwan thought it was just her hallucination. She never expected it to be the real Mr. Long. After wiping her hair, she changed into a coat. After thinking about it, she took Mr. Long’s ointment and gently applied it. Said, "Mr. Long, I'll use some of your ointment, because it's on my hands, so it's not convenient to do things."
She dug out a small piece of ointment and rubbed it on the painful hand. The wound there soon healed. She closed the lid and breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the food box and saw that it was well protected. The fragrant bone soup makes me feel better again.
"Mr. Long, I bought bones." Mu Wanwan held the bowl and started feeding the dragon as part of his daily routine. "It should taste pretty good."
But this time, for some unknown reason, Mr. Long pursed his lips tightly and did not cooperate with her swallowing like before.
Mu Wanwan poked him several times with a spoon, and the bright juice almost flowed down his chin, but Mr. Long still didn't drink it.
Mu Wanwan felt something was wrong. She took a small sip from the bowl. She had to say that the spirit pig bones were extremely delicious. She only took a small sip and felt that her mouth was full of delicious flavor, and there was also a hint of light. The almost faint trace of spiritual energy at least proved that her craftsmanship was flawless.
Why is Mr. Long so resistant? Shouldn't Mr. Long be a plant dragon?
Mu Wanwan simply put the bowl aside and said, "I'm offended."
He reached out and pinched Mr. Long's chin, semi-forcing him to open his mouth.
When he opened his mouth, Mu Wanwan was frightened. A lot of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth and dripped on the pillow. The blood seemed to be unstoppable and covered her hands with warmth.
She was a little confused for a moment, and her whole body was trembling. She hurriedly let go of the hand holding Mr. Long's chin. She didn't have the intention to drink the pig bone soup, so she hurried to the box and picked up the soup. He picked up the old ginseng that was not in good quality but was their best, cut a large piece of it with trembling hands, and roughly stuffed it into Mr. Long's mouth.
"Mr. Long, Mr. Long..." Mu Wanwan whispered his name, saying in a panic as if he was reciting a spell, "Stop the bleeding quickly, stop the bleeding quickly. ."
She was really anxious. Her tail rotted yesterday, and she started vomiting blood again today. Mu Wanwan felt that her little heart was not big enough for this dragon. The book said that he would wake up, so for these three She didn't describe much about his tragic situation. She just thought that she should be able to take care of him, but she didn't expect that he would be so serious and miserable.
It was so miserable that she was almost unable to give up on him.
I don’t know if her prayers had an effect, but Mr. Long’s bleeding finally stopped. Mu Wanwan waited uneasily for a while, and saw that his face gradually became better, and he was indeed not vomiting blood anymore. I was relieved.
Her hands were sticky and covered in his blood, and her pillow was stained by him. Her only pillow tonight would be dedicated to him.
Raising dragons is really troublesomeqwq, and it’s also heart-wrenching and unsettling.
Mu Wanwan sighed, changed his pillow, washed his hands, gently wiped away the blood on his cheek, cut another smaller ginseng slice and replaced the one in his mouth. Only then did I have time to sit down and eat my lunch.
The soup was already cold. She didn't eat it well because she was worried about Mr. Long. She just felt that the soup was probably stained with Mr. Long's blood. It tasted completely different from when she just drank it. It was very fishy and not at all. Delicious.
It’s still so expensive.
I won’t buy it again next time, Mu Wanwan frowned, feeling uncontrollably worried——
Mr. Long's injury is more serious than she thought. If she doesn't work hard and doesn't make some money these days, when she goes to the market next time, I'm afraid not only Mr. Long will break the spirit stone, but she won't either. Money to eat.