I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 99|Ninety-nine dragons

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Aunt Yun nodded. Although she wanted to see Mu Wanwan as soon as possible, and also wanted to become strong enough to help, her curse had just been removed, her talent was less than half of the original, and her strength had only just returned to the first level. There's no point in being anxious.

She wanted to ask more questions, but then she heard the cries of a little fox coming from outside the secret room. It was very regular and it was the detective fox of the nine-tailed fox tribe.

Everyone looked at each other and Jiu Qing opened a small opening in the barrier. A palm-sized pocket fox immediately got in and turned into a human form——

"Princess, Princess, the Special Life Alliance has sent the latest information."

Jiu Qing took the information, scanned it quickly, and sneered.

Uncle Chen and everyone else had complicated expressions after seeing it. Jiu Qing pressed his fair fingers on his red lips. There was no hidden hatred and urgency in his eyes, "The Sun-Eating Rat Clan is really short-sighted, and so are the Royal Clan. , I wonder if I got a taste of the sweetness from the previous deal with Ao Qin, but now I shyly fawn over Ao Qin, which has completely embarrassed the demon clan."

"The last demon king was really blind, supporting such a race that is inferior to pigs and dogs." After Jiu Qing said this, she felt that she was not qualified to say that others were blind. After all, she had been blind before.

She did not kill Ao Xue, but locked Long in the magic weapon and took it with her just to delay time. After all, if he died, Long would be found at the Qinglong Ancestral Hall. It's not good to use.

Uncle Chen thought for a moment and calmly analyzed, "Actually, the behavior of the Sun-Eating Rat Clan is not surprising. The Demon Clan has not had a Phoenix for a long time. In recent thousands of years, resources have become worse and worse. Without the Phoenix, all tribes are dissatisfied. The rights The situation is serious. At this time, if we can attack the Dragon Clan, we can get a share of the pie after the encirclement and suppression plan is successful. At least they, the Sun-Eating Rat Clan, can get some resources."

"Besides, the reduction in the strength of the Sun-devouring Rat Clan is also a good thing for us, so our plan will be postponed for half a day and carried out in the early morning of the day after tomorrow." Uncle Chen nodded at the table, "It's just that Wanwan and her husband are more It’s hard.”

The demon clan sent troops to join the search, and Mu Wanwan and the others had fewer places to go.

"Then what should they do? They shouldn't have let Wanwan and Nalong go away in the first place." Uncle Zong, who had been silent all this time, couldn't hold it in anymore, "I have been suffering."

Jiu Qing also pressed his forehead, feeling a little depressed.

Maybe it was the dragon's tears that moved her, or Mu Wanwan's determination to leave reminded her of her past self, so she let Mr. Long take Mu Wanwan away.

They didn't even have time to leave a message, but the fewer people knew where they were, the better, so that if they failed, their traces would not be exposed by soul searches.

——The one person and one dragon that everyone was worried about have also arrived at their new residence.

It is an island closer to the devil world.

To be precise, it is a very small island.

Mr. Long took her all the way from the bottom of the sea. It was very dark. Except for the occasional luminous fish passing by her, she basically saw nothing. Mr. Long was very fast. , but the distance is probably a bit long.

Mu Wanwan felt like a fish that had been soaked in water for a long time. When he landed, his legs felt weak and his whole body felt a little bad.

"Madam, what's wrong?" Mr. Long arranged the wards and illusions around him. When he turned around, he saw Mu holding a piece of sea stone with a weak and pale face.

Mu Wanwan looked at the energetic dragon, endured the dizzy feeling in her mind and shook her hand to express that she was fine. She was probably a little seasick...

As soon as she recovered a little, Mu Wanwan quickly got Mengmeng out of the Mustard Seed Space.

Mengmeng also looked like a soft-legged shrimp, with two thin legs supporting her fat body. She staggered along an S-shaped path. She persisted in standing for about ten seconds and then fell to the ground.

Mu Wanwan wanted to laugh a little, thinking of picking it up in front of him, but the support of Haishi who had just left was no different from Mengmeng.

A low laughter sounded in her ears. Just when Mu Wanwan was about to lose her strength, a force came from her waist. Mr. Long simply lifted her up and asked, "Are you tired?"

Mu Wan bent down and hugged his neck tightly, "It's okay."

The considerate Mr. Long did not criticize the madam's aggressive remarks, but just followed her words, "Well, madam is very powerful."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She is not angry with the dragon.

"Are you staying outside tonight?" Mu Wanwan tried her best to ignore Mr. Long's arm at the base of her leg.

"No need." Mr. Long's fine hair moved with the movement, but it still failed to cover his handsome face that was gradually turning red.

Madam’s waist......

So detailed.

The legs are also very soft...

"Chirp!"

Seeing one person and one dragon walking further and further away, Meng Meng, whose muscles (?) became weak due to being locked in the mustard space for too long, fell to the ground and was ignored, let out an angry and sad cry.

Mu Wanwan woke up immediately, feeling relieved. She pushed Mr. Long's heated arm and took the opportunity to jump out of his arms.

"Mengmeng, come here quickly."

So in the end, Mr. Long, who could not continue to show much boyfriend power but was forced to pick up Jiu: "..."

They stopped at a place with good terrain and many trees around it. Mr. Long asked her, "How is it here?"

Mu Wanwan was a little dumbfounded and only replied, "It's okay."

Then she saw a certain dragon throw his thumb, and his big palms turned into claws.

A sudden thought came into his mind, and Mu Wanwan pulled his arm, "Wait a minute, Mr. Long, are you going to build a house?"

A certain dragon's eyes were bright, "Yeah."

Based on some unknown self-esteem, Mr. Dalong argued, "I am good at building houses."

Mu Wanwan's nose was a little sore. Thinking of Mr. Xiaolong's shabby home, she still couldn't bear to part with it and said, "Then I'll go with you."

Mr. Long hesitated for a moment, quickly cleared a small space, and then set up the stools and tables that he had brought back before. He motioned her to sit over there with a pair of phoenix eyes, "I'll be quick. Madam, please stay aside first." Wait for me."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She was a little helpless. Mr. Long stepped forward, bent down and pressed it against her forehead, and put a spiritual shield on her, "Wait for me."

Mr. Wan is soft-hearted again. She really has nothing to do with the coquettish little sweet dragon.

As soon as she sat down, she felt dust swirling up in front of her, leaves and stones flying in the air. Her dragon movements were rough but very delicate, and a beautiful wooden house quickly took shape in her eyes.

When some of the dust settled down, Mu Wanwan saw the dragon with a smile in its eyes and its sleeves flying, already in front of her.

"Okay."

Mr. Long took her hand and said softly, "Our temporary home."

His voice was very gentle. When he read the word "home", he was so gentle that he seemed to change into a dragon.

Mu Wanwan hugged him back, looked at Mr. Xiaolong’s house in front of him, which was only magnified many times, and nodded vigorously, "Yes."

The inside of the house is also very simple, but it is much larger. It is divided into several small rooms very carefully. Even though it may only be a few days, Mr. Long is not careless.

After the interior is decorated, it looks really good.

Mengmeng also has a small room, so she no longer has to squeeze in with them.

But...

Mu Wanwan pressed his cheek, which was gradually getting hotter. He didn't design two rooms, and they still had to sleep together.

Although on such days of escape, time is tight, so I may not be able to sleep.

Maybe it's because Mr. Long has been awake for a while, and now they are not as awkward together as before. At least when they stay together, they can gradually concentrate on practicing or doing other things.

The furniture was all arranged quickly. Mu Wanwan felt a strange feeling when he looked at Mr. Long who was bending down to change the quilt cover.

Speaking of which, this quilt is the favorite quilt of the mansion...

"Madam." Long made the bed at some point and came to her with a blushing face, "Kiss."

Mu Wanwan grabbed his collar and touched his lips.

Different from when you are alone, the loneliness that surrounds you all the time is so small that it is not worth mentioning when you know the existence of the other person.

In the quiet forest, there are lovely fat chirps, the rising fragrance of elixirs mixed with a hint of new wood, the sunshine that has just risen in the morning and penetrates into the house, and... .

Cherish him.

The fragrance of the God-Reinforcing Pill that was originally intended to be refined to relieve some of the pain in the sea of ​​​​consciousness spread out in the pill furnace. Mu Wanwan opened her eyes and looked at Mr. Long who was sitting opposite her, with a slightly surprised expression on his face. With a ray of light, it seems that the difficulties that have been oppressing them these days are nothing.

In this world, there is only one thing that she loves and is willing to sacrifice her life for.

She didn't notice that her fingertips, which had been perfectly controlled before wasting any wood spiritual power, now seemed like an endless stream of water, falling on the new seeds she was preparing to cultivate, lighting up a piece of it. A new green shoot.

She is about to break through.

Looking at the rapidly growing spiritual plants in the room, Mr. Long quickly reacted and started pouring spiritual stones into the room.

He filled most of the room in one breath and then stopped temporarily.

Mr. Long, who was watching his wife refining alchemy and simulating some things in her mind to prepare for the future, also started to panic.

He began to worry that there were not enough spirit stones.

When he broke through, he happened to be in a spiritual vein, so he didn't know how many spiritual stones he used. What if their reserves were not enough?

Mr. Long's long eyelashes were drooped, and there was unhideable worry in his eyes. Those green light spots fell on his body, bringing with them a little strange feeling. There was no pain of different spiritual powers colliding with each other, but instead a feeling of pain. A kind of pleasure that made him gradually relax.

He looked at Mu Wanwan, who was quickly absorbing spiritual energy in front of him, and raised his thin lips.

"Chirp~" Mengmeng was bathed in a little bit of green light that made Chirp comfortable, and she also made a small chirp sound.