I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 35|Thirty-five dragons

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After giving Xiao Maojiu the medicine, he put up his little wings and chirped twice weakly, then lay down on the small handkerchief Mu Wanwan folded for him, covered it with a rag, and slept peacefully. .

Very well-behaved.

Mu Wanwan lovingly stretched out a finger to touch the little white hair on Maojiu's head. It was very soft and fragile.

Maojiu's whole body is black and gray, and his feather tail is a bit long, as if he is wearing a small black vest, but there is a circle of white velvet on his head and neck, making him look like he is wearing a small scarf, and his beak is bright yellow. Yes, very cute.

This kind of Jiu is very thin and only about the size of a palm. She should be just a very young Jiu.

Furthermore, based on its quiet and clingy personality, its small size and its not very wide beak, this should be a female tit?

Mu Wanwan's heart moved, and she gently touched its head with her fingertips, "I'll call you Mengmeng from now on, right?"

She is actually a bad namer, so here are a few names I thought of:——

"Xiao Hei", "Mao Tuan", "Bai Jiu", "Ziu Jiu", "Meng Meng"......

Looking at it this way, Mengmeng sounds better.

She is so small and so soft. After the skinny Jiu is healed from her injury, wouldn’t she make Jiu fatter and have more hair? Wouldn’t it feel particularly nice to touch? And so cute.

With a smile in Mu Wanwan's eyes, she put away her backpack, walked to the bed and took a look at Mr. Long, then lifted the quilt and looked at his tail. After making sure that everything was fine, she started to prepare for work. .

She slept well last night and had plenty of spiritual power in her body. While there was still a whole day left, she quickly cultivated more spiritual plants so that she could exchange for more money.

Mu Wanwan took out all the seedlings in the Qiankun bag and spent most of the day cultivating fifteen seedlings. She thought about the remaining two seedlings and kept them at home.

In this case, there are a total of eighty-two mature fruit plants in her hand. She will feed the dragon and chirp tonight, which will probably consume a little bit. It is estimated that only eighty plants can be sold for money, but it is not bad.

Mu Wanwan comforted herself and looked at the sky outside. It was almost dark, but fortunately it wasn't raining.

She no longer has three meals a day these days. One reason is that Mr. Long has been vomiting blood in the past few days and she has to take care of him. The other reason is that she has advanced in level. She is not as hungry as she was at the previous level. Sometimes the practice only lasts for an hour, and cooking is very time-consuming.

However, Mu Wanwan still maintains the habit of eating at least two meals a day. Breakfast and dinner are still required. Moreover, he finished eating the spiritual rice yesterday. Even if there is no spiritual rice to feed the dragon tonight, he will still feed the dragon with spiritual fruit.

Mu Wanwan still remembers how Mr. Long’s tail was miserable last time due to lack of spiritual energy.

She rubbed her shoulders, which were a little sore from sitting for a long time, stood up and went to the kitchen.

She wants to make some food for herself and Xiaojiu. As for Mr. Long, there is no spiritual rice now, and she dare not give him ordinary rice. She can just feed him two Baizhenguo later.

So, when it was getting late, Mr. Long, who finally woke up, couldn’t wait to stretch out his consciousness, and saw this scene——

My wife did not sit by the bed as usual, but instead sat at the table a little far away. On the table were simple stir-fried vegetables, a bowl of rice, and two spiritual fruits.

With a smile on her face, she gently touched something with her right hand. Mr. Long also heard a crisp "chirp" sound.

Mr. Long was stunned. He was stunned for a while before he realized what he was doing. His consciousness went around in a circle and he finally saw clearly the little thing that she was touching so gently——

This, isn't this the group of ferocious long-tailed **** in the forbidden area that are less than the first level?

Why are you in his and his wife's room?

Before Mr. Long thought about this question carefully, he heard his wife, who usually rarely speaks, say in a very gentle voice——

"Mengmeng, do you like to eat this?"

Mu Wanwan quickly stroked the hair ball, popped a Bixingcao fruit, squeezed a little bit on his finger, brought it to Shoujiu's mouth, and then watched it eat it with great effort, the bright yellow fruit The beak gently pecked her finger, very well-behaved.

Mr. Long is sour, Mr. Long is lemony.

He was only in a coma for a day, and his wife had an extra chirp.

You call him Mengmeng, but you don’t call him husband.

Mr. Long withdrew his consciousness and pretended that he didn't care about anything, but pursed his lips tightly.

"Mengmeng is a little girl. When I go to the market tomorrow and buy some more rags, I will make a nice mat for you." Mu Wanwan said softly, in the quiet room, in conjunction with the A few chirps were like knives, piercing Mr. Long's heart.

For so long, she hasn’t given her anything to express her love. I don’t know if the purse last night counts. Now, he had to make a cushion for a chirp, and he just scanned the chirp with his consciousness.

Where is the female? It is obviously a shameless male bird.

Mr. Long told himself not to argue with a bird that had not yet developed its intelligence. He just closed his eyes and waited quietly.

But this time, after waiting for a long time, I heard the sound of her pushing the door open and going out.

Mr. Long couldn’t explain how he felt in his heart, his eyes were sour——

He knew that he actually did not have any status in her heart, perhaps not as important as a chirp.

——If Wanwan knew that a certain dragon actually thought this way, she would die unjustly. She just fed Chiu and her hands were dirty. She went out to wash her hands before coming back to feed the dragon!

"Chirp!"

Perhaps because of eating some spiritual fruits, Mengmeng regained some energy. She lay on the mat, opened her bright eyes and chirped twice energetically at Mu Wanwan who was holding the spiritual fruits.

Mu Wanwan was in a good mood, but she had to feed the dragon, so she didn't touch the hairball.

"Chirp..." Perhaps because she left him directly, Mengmeng was a little disappointed and made a small chirp sound.

"Be good, I'll touch you later." Mu Wanwan couldn't help but say, she also wanted to touch Fuzzy!

Although he withdrew his consciousness very childishly, Mr. Long, who had been paying close attention to the movements in the room, heard the conversation between people, and rarely thought in the right direction——

Touch?

Touch Maojiu?

What other advantages does that kind of tweet have besides being cute because of its furry appearance? Mr. Long thought disdainfully, but suddenly he grasped the key point like a flash of lightning.

Does Madam like furry things?

Mr. Long's heart felt hot when he thought of the way she lay under the quilt last night and asked expectantly if she could touch his ears.

If he exposes his ears, will the lady drive this chirp away?

But his ears are really sensitive. He felt like he was going to die after being touched twice yesterday.

Mr. Long was still thinking when his chin was pinched. The tip of his nose was filled with the familiar smell of Bixingcao fruit. Mr. Long swallowed in cooperation. Occasionally, when her fingertips touched his lips, he felt trembling all over. The blood boils.

Mu Wanwan fed the dragon, skillfully wiped the juice from his lips, glanced at the top of his head habitually, sighed in frustration, and then went out to wash the dishes and boil water for a bath.

Only Mr. Long, who was still looking forward to having some contact with his wife, was left with a dragon and a big chirping dragon facing the little chirping dragon. The room instantly became quiet.

Mr. Long’s consciousness swept across the little chirp repeatedly, and he looked at it as if it was dying of pain. He didn’t intend to do anything to it, but just stared at its furry little body and fell into deep thought.

This time, he stayed awake until she came back from the shower and fetched water.

"It's time to go to bed." Mu Wanwan draped his hair, wrung out the wet and hot handkerchief, knelt down and sat beside the bed, and gently wiped Mr. Long's cheek with the hot handkerchief, across his Wipe the eye sockets from forehead to chin, very gently.

Mr. Long’s entire face was flushed by the heat.

He knew she would clean him every day, but he still couldn't get used to it when he was awake.

Mu Wanwan made the bed, thought for a while and put Mao Jiu on the bedside table. He also took some materials, put up the pillows, turned off most of the lights, and prepared to sit on the bed with Mao Jiu later. Chirping purse.

Because the weather is getting colder, it will be very cold sitting on the bench.

She sat on the bed and embroidered slowly. Mengmeng was probably tired. Her eyes were closed and she was balled up. She looked a little fatter than when she was awake.

She had a smile in her eyes and looked up at Mao Jiu from time to time.

Mr. Long waited for a long time, and finally waited until his wife sat on the bed. When he saw her taking out the purse with the same blue background, he thought she was perfecting the one last night. He felt a little more proud, but his consciousness The next second I scanned my wallet, my heart felt sour——

She was embroidering the chirp, not what he thought, but his horns and ears.

With an indescribable soreness in his chest, Mr. Long waited for a long time. The curse was about to strike back, but he didn't wait until Wanwan looked at himself.

He gave in, and before falling into coma, he shook his plush ears that were deliberately tucked away——

Isn’t it just furry? He has too.

When Mu Wanwan was tired from sewing and was about to go to bed, she saw a certain dragon's plush ears that she had missed for a long time.

She rubbed her eyes several times to make sure she had seen it right. She couldn't help but touch his ear gently to make sure it was not her hallucination——

Is it because Mr. Long was injured and his half-dragon state was very unstable, so he had ears now and then without?

Mu Wanwan smiled, did not dwell on the problem, blew out the lamp, listened to his breathing which was much gentler than when she first walked in, and fell asleep peacefully.

Early the next morning, Mu Wanwan took the time to finish the housework, fed Mr. Long a Baizhen fruit, put the peel with some pulp next to Mengmeng, and then hurriedly carried the basket on his back. He closed the door and left.

When she just went out, she saw Hong Ye leading an ox cart. After the two said hello, Mu Wanwan got on the ox cart and set off.

Quietly left the Dragon Mansion and walked out of the barrier. Hongye was no longer so nervous. He chatted with her as usual, "Ma'am, are you still going to the elf market? And how did the **** meat taste yesterday? It was still good. Right?"