I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 66|Sixty-six dragons

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Mr. Long's fingertips gently turned and touched the soft fabric. Is it the new obscene clothes she bought for him?

His heart moved. The image of her he saw before was in his mind. It was more beautiful than the one he had peeked at with his spiritual consciousness before. It was like ink slowly rippling, and her voice was equally gentle.

Unknown feelings welled up in his heart. Mr. Long pulled his sleeves and blushed——

Most of the clothes were put on by his wife, but why was he only put on his upper body? There was no movement below, and the light blue clothes from before were still wrapped around the waist.

When she was not in the room, Mr. Long was more relaxed. He quietly opened the quilt and caught a glimpse of the clothes tightly tied around his waist. He smiled a little and felt shy.

Maybe she didn't change her lower clothes because she was embarrassed?

Also, he is no longer half-dragon. If he opens it and sees something sensitive, it will always be bad.

The tips of his ears were very hot, and a certain dragon moved his legs with difficulty, feeling a twinge of pain——

This time the curse counterattacked. Although he overcame the difficulties and managed to connect the fifth proto-core fragment, the spiritual power in his body was still in a state of depletion. He passed out directly that day. In the past few days, most of his meridians were finally Link completed.

There is still some spiritual power missing for a while, and the legs transformed from the directly cursed tail cannot move yet. As long as he rests for three to five days, he will be able to regain 50% of his strength.

At that time, no one below the sixth level would be his opponent. Coupled with his special power, he also had a certain ability to protect himself in front of Ao Qin, who had not obtained the forbidden treasure. We can no longer covet warmth and love the sunshine, and start implementing the plan as soon as possible.

Execute and leave her plan.

The sweetness that just surged in my heart suddenly disappeared, replaced by an indescribable bitterness.

There were three middle-grade spiritual stones placed on the bedside that had not been completely absorbed. His lips felt moist. The blood scars fell off and were cleaned. He was well taken care of.

Dark in his heart, he really wanted to selfishly trap her so that she could never leave him.

After all, he cannot escape the greedy nature of the dragons. As long as he gets a little bit, he will not be satisfied, want more, and are not even willing to consider the other party's opinions.

Mr. Long smiled softly, which was ugly.

If he goes out this time, he may never come back.

Before leaving, he thought, take a rest, indulge a little more, and see her again.

Mr. Long was half leaning against the jade bed, with thick fog hidden in his narrow phoenix eyes, he looked out the open window——

The sunshine outside the window was very good, the snow had stopped, and the smell of blood was much lighter. She stood in the sun, rolling up her sleeves, revealing her white wrists. The sapphire on them reflected the light and was imprinted on his eyes.

Mr. Long watched her raise the corners of her lips and gently closed her eyes. After a moment, many scales floated around her, some large and some small, ranging in color from withered yellow to golden, floating around her. Then they were lined up one by one and automatically fell into a basket on the side.

Is this you doing yard work?

Feeling a little guilty, Mr. Long pursed his lips. He had made a mess in the yard and killed the seedlings that Madam had finally planted. Would she be very angry?

His scales are a bit heavy. Even if she is at level three, it would still be difficult to pick them up with her spiritual power, right?

Mr. Long turned his gaze back and looked inward at the pitiful spiritual power in his body. After all, he still couldn't bear to let her work so hard. He picked up a spiritual stone placed aside and pinched his fingertips.

So when Mu Wanwan was about to use her spiritual power to clean up another area, she was very surprised to find that for some reason, those originally heavy scales seemed to be suddenly much lighter. She only used The spiritual power that is usually much less is all collected.

This abnormal phenomenon cannot be ignored, and Mu Wanwan is not stupid. She tried hard to maintain the peace on the surface, but she had a guess in her heart——

Maybe Mr. Long is awake now.

I am quietly helping her clean up the yard.

Unknown emotions arose in his heart. Mu Wanwan’s cheeks felt hot, and his movements were smaller than before, as if he was maintaining a good image.

In about an hour, she collected all the scales in the last three places, and together with the ones she had collected before, she made five baskets. Three of the baskets have been cleaned. Although they are a little yellow, they still look very good-looking, shining golden in the sunlight.

According to what she had done before, she should go back to her room to take a short rest to see Mr. Long's condition, and then use water to wash the scales. These scales are very hard. They are also dragon scales, and they might be of some use.

But today, Mu Wanwan, who guessed that a certain dragon had woken up, didn't want to go back immediately.

She doesn’t know how she should face this nominal “husband.”

How should she call him when they meet under normal circumstances for the first time?

You can’t still call him Mr. Long, right?

Mu Wanwan was washing his scales in random thoughts. Mr. Long, who was looking a little pale due to the consumption of spiritual energy in the room, felt a little embarrassed——

Dragon scales cannot be taken casually, does she know?

But if she likes his scales, she can hold them. Those scales that have fallen off are hard enough after all, and some of them contain toxins, so they may be good self-defense weapons.

As long as she likes it.

Mr. Long thought silently, half-closing his eyes to absorb the spiritual stones around him. In fact, he felt that the tattered clothes around his waist were a little uncomfortable, but now one of them has no strength to move, and the other one is always not good. Well, let’s just make do with it like this for now.

When she comes back, will she care about him?

An uncontrollable anticipation rose in his heart. Mr. Long trembled his eyelashes and waited quietly.

......

Mu Wanwan dragged her for a while, even washing her scales slowly, but she still had to enter the room, and evading all the time was not an option. She would have to face Mr. Long one day.

She was a little nervous thinking that she might have to talk later.

If she and Mr. Long were just friends, she wouldn't be so embarrassed. Mainly because she has another identity now, that is, that person's wife...

Mu Wanwan walked slowly towards the room, feeling very panic——

According to what she has learned about the world these days, the wives of powerful people at Mr. Long's level are often very powerful beings, or they are also very talented people.

It is rare for dragons in the dragon tribe to marry human beings. One reason is that they are incompatible in various senses, and the other reason is that the life span of humans is generally very short. Even at the third level, it only lasts for a few hundred years. The lifespan of the Dragon Clan, even if it is only the first level, can live for thousands of years.

Mu Wanwan was a little nervous and told herself that Mr. Long was different from other dragons. His heart was soft and careful...

The door was pushed open, and a certain dragon who had been sleeping suddenly regained his energy. He pretended to be calm and glanced towards the door, and met Mu's crescent red cheeks and a little evasive eyes.

He felt more nervous, his ears stood up and trembled slightly.

"Long," Mu Wanwan said incorrectly, the hand holding the door stiffened, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

"You, you're awake."

She spoke a little awkwardly. She was a normal person, but suddenly she couldn't speak.

Mr. Long heard her awkwardly calling him Lord in a low voice. The voice was soft and soft, completely different from usual. He felt a little hot in his heart, and the hand hidden under the quilt grabbed the corner of his clothes.

He looked away calmly and said, "Yeah."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

So this dragon is not ready to speak? She, she doesn’t know what to say to him. This is the legendary awkward chat. It ends as soon as it begins_(:з」∠)_

With his fingers curled up, Mu Wanwan said cautiously, "Can I come in?"

Mr. Long raised his eyes and did not speak at all this time. He only nodded slightly to express his approval.

Mu Wanwan's scalp was numb and she was very nervous. Going back to the room was just a normal thing, but now it had changed.

She quietly glanced at Mr. Long, who was half sitting by the bed. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was resting. Mu Wanwan looked at his back leaning directly against the wall and the thin clothes on his body, and suddenly his heart Something flashed across the sky——

Oops!

Is Mr. Long not wearing pants yet?

Because he was in poor condition a few days ago, she didn't put any clothes on him at first. Later, his upper body grew quickly, so she put a piece of obscene clothing on him after cleaning him. His legs were deteriorating, so he didn't dress the dragon.

Her heart felt like a cat's paw scratching, itching and uncomfortable. She really wanted to put on Mr. Long's clothes, but she also wanted to see if the dragon would take the initiative.

Mu Wanwan walked in slowly and walked to the table awkwardly.

Mao Jiu had just woken up after a long sleep, and he didn’t feel there was anything wrong with the atmosphere in the room. He continued to beg for love as usual, and Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief——

Fortunately, there is Jiujiu, otherwise she would be at a loss. It would be time to eat soon, and Mr. Long would finally talk to her. Then she would take the initiative to bring up the matter of clothes, and it wouldn't be too abrupt.

That’s what Mu Wanwan thought, but after waiting for a long time, a certain dragon still looked like “I’m unmoved”. If he hadn’t opened his eyes, Mu Wanwan would have thought he was a stone statue. .

The fact is that Long is also very nervous, waiting for his wife to talk to him, and the sheets under the quilt are almost scratched by him.

The room was eerily quiet. One person and one dragon were waiting for each other to speak first, as if they were competing for patience.

Mu Wanwan waited for almost half an hour, and was really sitting on pins and needles. He mustered up the courage to stand up, and in a certain dragon's seemingly casual eyes, he stuttered and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, You, are you cold?"

In the eyes of his wife who seemed to be looking forward to it, Mr. Long struggled in his heart for a long time whether it would be better to say coldly and let the madam bring him clothes or to say not coldly and show off his strong body while expressing his cold attitude. good.

He felt like two dragons appeared on his shoulders. The bad dragon said, you are cold because you really want to talk to her, but the good dragon said, you are not cold because you want to be a good dragon for her, and you want to stay away.

He didn't say a word for a long time. Mu Wanwan felt a little disappointed and her eyebrows were a little lost.

Mr. Long saw it, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Yeah."