I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 83|Eighty-three dragons

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Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long's big palm, and looked at his slightly tilted head, the corners of his lips could not help but rise, his eyes were hot, and his heart was beating violently.

Not long ago, she was still worried about whether Ao Qin would discover her if she stayed in this small yard, and worried about whether Mr. Long would suddenly disappear again.

But, the next moment, the bad dragon that had worried her since the beginning of time travel gave her the response she needed most.

He might be nervous, his eyes flickered, and Mu Wanwan heard that his breathing was a little faster than usual.

Are you still afraid of her rejection?

Mu Wanwan was a little funny, so she stretched out her hand and gently covered his palm, "Yes."

Her gentle voice rang in my ears, and the word "yes" was extremely clear.

The palms of his hands tightened, and Mr. Long couldn't help laughing.

Not like those restrained or shallow smiles before.

It is completely complete, with open eyebrows and a joyful smile rippling from the bottom of the eyes.

There was a layer of red on Mu Wanwan's face. When she looked into him, there were golden lights shining like phoenix eyes filled with thousands of stars. Her palms felt hot. She saw the corners of his lips curled up, and a small smile appeared on his cheeks. Shallow pear vortex.

The eyelashes trembled incredulously, Mu Wanwan slightly opened her almond-shaped eyes, and looked at it several times to confirm that she really saw it right.

On Mr. Long’s left cheek, there is a shallow, inconspicuous small dimple.

When he smiled, his originally evil, handsome and domineering face was completely destroyed, making him look like a cute little dragon cub begging for candy.

But his smile soon disappeared, and he turned back into the overbearing boss she was familiar with.

But the big hand refused to let go and held it tightly.

He seemed unsure, his voice was hoarse and he looked at her expectantly, "It will be very dangerous."

Mu Wanwan shook his head in a funny way.

Who made her already like this dragon very much?

Leaving him was a decision she didn't want to make. As long as she was with him, it didn't matter where she was. She had always been afraid of staying in this seemingly stable courtyard that was actually always under surveillance.

I was worried that Ao Qin would come to trouble them before Mr. Long woke up. I was worried that Mr. Long would fall in love with Bai Shuiyao just like in the unfinished book when he woke up. She knew that the current plot was completely different from that in the book, but maybe it was because she liked it that she was so concerned about gains and losses.

Mu Wanwan looked at him with a smile, and said softly but firmly, "I'm not afraid."

With him by his side, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, she will be fearless.

......

The departure time was set for the next morning.

On the last day before leaving, Mu Wanwan fell into a busy schedule.

She needs to prepare enough pills for Aunt Yun and Jiu Qing. Although Mr. Long said that he can run back and forth if she needs it, Mu Wanwan is still unwilling for him to take such a big risk.

There were not many things in the yard. Apart from her and Mr. Long, the only living creatures were the three spiritual chicken cubs in the kitchen.

Her feelings for these three little chicks are still a bit complicated, and Mengmeng also likes them very much. She is not willing to eat them. Regarding this, when she is in trouble, she is more direct than before. Many Mr. Long said, "It's time to raise it."

Mr. Long was embarrassed by her gaze, "You can raise some living creatures in the mustard space."

Mu Wanwan glanced at the bracelet on his hand, "Can we live in it too?"

Mr. Long shook his head, "Only those with low grades can do it."

Mu Wanwan was a little disappointed, she thought this mustard space would be the same as the portable space.

Mr. Long pursed his lips. He used to have a flying palace with high defense that you could live in.

So Mu Wanwan turned his head and saw a pitiful little dragon that was mired in self-blame.

She looked at the fragile and glass-hearted Mr. Long, and simply reached out and held his hand. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally said what she had always wanted to call him, "Husband, husband."

"It's already very good."

After Mu Wanwan plucked up the courage to speak, she finally got over the hurdle in her heart. She was shy for a moment and then noticed that the dragon in front of her had been silenced since she called "husband".

She wanted to look up at him, but he was holding her in his arms.

Hitting his face in his chest, Mu Wanwan didn't dare to move, "Long, Mr. Long, your injury..."

"No problem." A certain dragon hugged her waist tightly, as if he wanted to hide the precious treasure given to him by the world forever.

Mu Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable being strangled by him, and felt how hard this dragon's body was.

But she didn't resist the hug. She let go of Mr. Long's hand and hugged his waist, "Will it hurt?"

Mr. Long stiffened instantly.

It was soft and seemed to embrace his whole world.

With a blush all over his face, a certain dragon cried a little embarrassingly, "It doesn't hurt."

As soon as Mu Wanwan heard this voice, she guessed what he was like now, sweet and helpless, she just closed her eyes gently with peace of mind, waiting for him to let go.

.......

One morning one day later, Mr. Long grabbed Maojiu with great reluctance in one hand and stuffed it into the mustard space.

Mu Wanwan looked at Maojiu, who had recently suffered severe hair loss, struggling to leave a hand of black hair on Mr. Long's hand, and asked a little uncertainly, "Can Baifeng also stay in the space?"

Mr. Long nodded and said yes.

Mengmeng is still a cub now, so it doesn’t matter if she stays for a while.

Mu Wanwan put her backpack on her back and looked hesitantly at the tall and imposing dragon standing next to her, "Mr. Long, you..."

"I'm great."

Mr. Long scratched his cheek a little shyly, as if he was a little embarrassed for bragging about his behavior, "They can't see me."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Okay.

She took a few steps forward and saw the red leaves waiting in front.

Mu Wanwan was still a little nervous. She saw Hongye looking towards her, "Madam, are you still going to the dwarf market today?"

Mu Wanwan nodded and got on the bullock cart. When he saw Mr. Long, he also sat up awkwardly with his long legs.

The bullock cart, which was originally large enough to hold her and her basket, was crowded with a tall dragon, and it immediately seemed much more crowded.

The two people's legs were close together, and they could feel each other's body temperature through their clothes.

Warmth, ambiguity and sultry.

Mu Wanwan looked away in embarrassment, thinking that this dragon was too bad and deliberately squeezed in with her.

Mr. Long is also stiff and his cheeks are slightly red——

He didn't mean it, he just wanted to control Hongye.

Create an illusion on her body and use some deception to delay the discovery as much as possible.

As for wanting more opportunities to have close contact with his wife, Long Cai did not think so.

The ox cart was traveling at the same speed as before, but Mu Wanwan felt that it was much slower than before.

She looked at Hongye sitting in front of the bullock cart and felt that the usually swaying bullock cart was shaking particularly violently today.

Perhaps because he was around, a slight shaking would bring the two of them closer.

The ox cart crossed the barrier and passed through several winding areas that were difficult to turn around.

Mu Wanwan used to cling to the edge of the oxcart without caring about his image.

This time, Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed to grab the side of the bullock cart. As the bullock cart swung, she felt a big hand put on her shoulder, dragging her body.

Her cheeks were a little red, and the wind was a little strong, blowing her long hair. Mu Wanwan glanced at Mr. Long beside her, and she had deeper expectations for her future life.

With him here, it seems that the things that had to be done alone before are no longer so boring and boring.

Her ears were a little red. Mr. Long narrowed his narrow eyes and shot out a transparent light with his right hand, forming a light film that enveloped the two of them, cutting off the cold wind from the outside world, leaving only the gradual fermentation. air.

While he was away, she was forced to endure the cold wind for a long time and was exposed to many rains.

Now that he wakes up, he will never let her suffer like this again.

Just.

Mr. Long frowned slightly. He had to recover faster.

In addition to helping him, the previous leader of the Special Life Alliance also brought a not-so-good news——

Ao Qin has obtained one of his broken horns.

As long as he continues to negotiate with the Wu clan, they are likely to face the danger of being surrounded and suppressed.

The broken horn ached faintly, Mr. Long felt a storm in his heart, and there was a shallow murderous intention hidden deep in his eyes.

As long as there is another half month, he is 90% sure of breaking through the test of the forbidden area.

Just give him another half month.

When the two passed through the territory barrier, they were in the territory of the demon clan.

Ao Qin is negotiating with the prince of the Wu clan.

"Wu Yao, don't you think the conditions you proposed are too harsh?" Ao Qin looked at the candidate for the leader of the Wu clan in front of him, whose face was full of witchcraft lines, with scales looming on his face, "It's just a horn."

Wu Yao laughed gloomily twice, and the blood puppet behind him also let out an unpleasant and harsh laugh. He stared at Ao Qin's face, "Hehehe, the conditions you proposed may make the people who are about to fall... The demon clan’s heart is moved, but our witch clan doesn’t lack some treasures like yours.”

Wu Yao’s eyeballs protruded and the whites of his eyes were astonishingly large, “Why, you couldn’t wait to get a broken horn from the demon clan?”

Ao Qin looked ugly and sneered, "I don't know when the relationship between you two demon and witch clans got so good."

"You even know that I have obtained a horn of the Waste Dragon."

Ao Qin looked at him, his spiritual energy running around his body, resisting the ubiquitous voodoo in the air.

"Hey, hey, you dragon is really boring." After Wu Yao finished speaking, a cloud of green mist suddenly appeared around him and integrated into his body.

The next moment, his skin swelled, and blood poison appeared all over his body. His flesh and blood swelled and slowly grew back, making Ao Qin feel sick.

"Oh, I got some interesting news." Wu Yao squinted his eyes, "The useless Lord that you expected to be unable to move and be slaughtered seems to have recovered a lot?"

Ao Qin's pupils tightened and he subconsciously retorted, "It's impossible."

It’s not like he hasn’t visited Bastard Lord’s yard these days.

Every time, he looked no better than before and slumped on the bed. However, the tool he bought for the sake of face still had some conscience. Although he would take care of the disabled waste dragon, the most he could do was wash him. Washing and feeding him wouldn't do anything to help his injury.

He has been working hard to subdue his subordinates during this period, and is busy negotiating with the demon and witch clans. He has only visited the deposed monarch many times with his spiritual consciousness, and has seen that their lives are miserable. , this is also the feedback from the people sent by his subordinates to monitor.

The soul lamp in the forbidden area is not displayed either.

"I thought you were better than the stupid king you had before who fought seven monsters one at a time." Wu Yao looked at him in amazement, and Ao Qin's face suddenly became distorted. .

He seemed to see the indifferent and arrogant gaze of the dragon——

How could he recover?

How can I restore it?

Only less than two months, less than two months!