I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 95|Ninety-five dragons

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"What is it?"

Mu Wanwan suspected that she heard wrongly and asked again.

Mr. Long felt a little embarrassed now, but still whispered, "It means eggs."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"It should mean someone's egg, right?" Mr. Long thought for a moment, and carefully read and understood Mu Wanwan's prompts.

Seeing how serious he was, Mu Wanwan also started to think——

If the owner of this cave is called Chaos, then together, it means "What does the egg of Chaos mean?"

Or "Chaos means an egg?"

Mu Wanwan thought for a moment and felt a slight pull on his hand, "Madam."

The awkward dragon became more and more arrogant and gently squeezed her hand, "Go to bed."

He didn't want to continue talking about the content on the stone wall. What if the lady exposed it and he didn't recognize it?

But what you are afraid of is something that has never changed since ancient times. The next moment Mr. Long heard his little wife ask, "Mr. Long, what are the two words you said you know?"

Long was a little panicked and was silent for a second.

Long thought he had a cold expression and an indifferent voice, "You, you say it first."

Mu Wanwan: "......"

"It's chaos." After Mu Wanwan finished speaking, she felt that the gentle force holding her hand suddenly became stronger, causing her a little pain.

But soon, the dragon let go of his hand, and in the faint light, Mu Wanwan could only see a pale shadow.

Soon, the faint light disappeared, and Mu Wanwan could not see anything.

"What's wrong?" After she said that, the hand that had been pinched a little painfully was gently pulled up, and there was a warm and soft touch on it.

Mr. Long kissed her fingertips with a sad and guilty voice, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt at all." Mu Wanwan probably guessed something, stretched out her other hand and squeezed his, and then walked forward in the dark until she reached his chest, "Mr. Long, Chaos is you Do you know anyone?"

After waiting for a while, Mr. Long said nothing. Mu Wanwan was about to change the subject when he said, "Yeah."

"Chaos should be a monster."

A monster that has never admitted to being his father.

Mu Wanwan had never heard Mr. Long speak in such a sad tone, and her heart ached. She intertwined her fingers with him and carefully protected his emotions, "Well, that must be a very good monster. ."

A little warmth fell in his eyes, and Mr. Long held the person in his arms.

He hugged her quietly for a while and couldn't help but kiss her cheek, "Do you want to know?"

Mu Wanwan shook his head, "No, I'm a little tired."

No need for him to say it, Mu Wanwan could actually guess some of it, but they had experienced so many things together, but he had never been so sad.

If I say it again, it will definitely not be a pleasant memory.

After she finished speaking, she simply pushed Long away, took out a very old wooden bed that was about to collapse from the mustard space, took out a quilt and spread it, and pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Mu Wanwan stuffed a pillow into his arms and said, "I'll sleep here."

"Okay." Mr. Long stroked her cheek. In the dark, he could see her expression clearly.

There is no reluctance or any displeasure.

She hugged the pillow with one hand and held him tightly with the other hand. As long as he moved his fingers slightly, she would immediately open her eyes worriedly and look for him blankly.

Just like,

He is her most cherished treasure.

This realization made his heart boil, and his eyes were filled with the possessiveness that he usually suppressed and did not dare to expose in front of her.

He is no longer a lonely dragon.

If Chaos knew, would he be happy?

Mr. Long’s ears twitched. He knew too little about that monster.

The memory of when he was a little dragon gradually faded away during these years of wandering. Even though the monster was ugly, he could hardly remember what it looked like.

He only remembered that he was covered in dark black scales and had four ugly horns on his head.

When I told him, "You are a dragon," his expression was very serious.

If the words on the stone wall were left by that monster, it must have a very ungentle meaning, right?

I don't know why, but he felt sad, as if he was about to lose something important.

The time gradually became very late, and Mu Wanwan's hand became much looser.

She was so tired that she fell asleep.

Putting the pillow in his arms, Mr. Long changed his movements lightly.

So Wanwan, who slept soundly, had another nightmare. He dreamed that he turned into a weak and helpless cat and was chased by an evil dragon. He pinched Fu Fu's waist hard.

In short, it’s very uncomfortable.

After struggling twice, something cold fell on his face, a bit like the tears of a dragon.

She stopped struggling again, like silently comforting the evil dragon behind her not to cry.

The evil dragon had a strong nasal voice, but he slowly stopped crying.

The marks carved on the stone wall were still very clear, and Chaos, who was imprisoned by the Wu clan and almost unconscious, had a rare dream that made him feel more relaxed when he seemed to be on the verge of collapse from exhaustion - —

It was a day with almost no light. After turning into a monster and hiding in the abyss for decades, he switched shifts with a monster that controlled the sea monster, and wandered around in the deep sea wantonly.

Chaos is born with inherited memories, and he can also get close to dangerous places on some continents, where some Chaos aura that is quite nourishing to him will occasionally drop.

This time, he just wanted to find some "food."

But why is the aura of chaos that he has cultivated for so long gone?

Chaos narrowed his copper bell-like eyes and quickly swam to the edge of the continent, which was broken into half.

Amidst the ravines and ravines and the ripples of a broken space, he saw an egg.

A small dragon egg with cracks and lines on it and a golden shell.

Huan Chaos cursed in a low voice, and when he saw that all the sporadic chaotic airflow generated around him was absorbed by the little guy inside along the cracked seam, his beard became crooked with anger.

A little guy with strong vitality can still live like this in such a broken space.

Chaos touched his chin, "No matter what, I'm going to pick you back up and eat you."

As he spoke, he bared his fangs and took the egg back fiercely.

From a shaky position, about to fall into space debris.

But if we go back, we will eat it with the monsters. Chaos touched his belly, and he simply sat there and violently stretched out his claws to crack the egg.

His claws were very sharp, and the gap in the egg was getting wider and wider. Just when he was about to knock it down hard, a small sound came from inside.

It seems to be the little guy who has not yet fully formed, the desire for life.

The claws failed to knock it down, but instead attached many, many Chaos True Spirits to replenish his shell.

Chaos was very angry, but his scales opened happily.

What happened next?

Chaos, who was sucked and was about to lose consciousness, had two of his four horns broken off. He looked like an ordinary goat-horned monster.

His consciousness is a little blurry. He is old and can only recall a little bit. By the way——

He found a sea rock in his territory, cut it open, and put the dragon egg inside.

During that time, he had just learned to record and even carved a line of words.

"Chaos, on a nice day, I picked up a beautiful dragon egg."

The dream was a bit too long, and he seemed to see the little dragon cub that was only one meter long.

"Are you going to collapse?" Wu Yao stood at the place where Chaos was imprisoned, looking at the old monster in front of him. His scales were already gray, and his horns were only glowing with a faint golden light before. A fragile, empty shell.

"After all, he was captured by us just a few decades after he was born. He must have been very persistent to survive until now." Wu Yao felt the powerful energy gradually filling his body and looked at the old man in front of him. But it is still a huge chaos beast.

Chaos raised his eyelids, feeling that he was about to die, but he was not worried about what would happen after death.

The inherited memory told him that he was born in the world of chaos and was weak in strength, but his soul was precious. When he was about to die, his body would return to chaos until he was born again.

A hundred years after his death, a new Chaos will be born, but the Chaos at that time will no longer have anything to do with him.

Every chaotic life is lived by themselves.

The consciousness gradually became clearer, and Chaos seemed to see the howling little dragon, whose scales were bitten off by other monsters. He was very sad and turned into a very small child, crying and asking him.

"Am I a monster?"

At that time he said to him very seriously, "You are a dragon."

"But, I am weak."

Chaos saw his eyes light up, and before he could say another word, he was called away by the monster who was changing his shift.

He never had the chance to say to him——

You are the only five-clawed golden dragon between heaven and earth.

It is a very precious, precious, very powerful and powerful dragon.

Don’t feel inferior. Next time someone scolds you, just tell me and we’ll fight back together.

Later.

From the mouths of those witch clansmen who liked to talk to themselves in front of him, he knew that Xiaolong had grown up and became a king. Later, I was so impulsive that I ended up in this situation to save him.

Chaos really wanted to beat him.

Later, I heard that he had a little wife who didn't dislike him.

You will never be alone again, right?

That’s true.

"Great."

Chaos closed his huge eyes, and the white scales that gradually fell off his body fell on the ground and turned into dots of chaotic airflow.

Wu Yao was shocked at first, and then turned into ecstasy.

Before the Chaos Beast dies, its body will turn into chaotic airflow!

Wu Yao wanted to integrate all the chaotic air currents into his body, but those air currents seemed to be conscious, floating around Chaos, as if protecting his last dignity.

The core of chaos shattered, and he slowly closed his eyes. The air flow formed by the horns and scales tore open the space, and together with his rapidly weakening body, disappeared into Wu Yao's eyes.

"Fuck?" The duck in his mouth flew away. Wu Yao was so angry that he almost went crazy. He twisted his face ferociously, and the poison all over his body exploded and splashed onto the cage.