I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan muttered softly, half-guessing and half-hearted, a smile appeared on her lips, and her brows curled.

The lamp was lit in the study, and it was warm and warm. Mr. Long only saw golden stars in her eyes, and the smile immediately pierced his heart.

Madam usually doesn't laugh much, because there is no need, after all, life is not a very easy thing for her, except for occasional laughter when playing with bad friends. He woke up in a relatively short time, usually at night, and basically didn't see her smile much.

With her smile, Mr. Long's shame and embarrassment were all like reversed hairs, and she was smoothed out by her smile, and she was extremely obedient.

Mr. Long's dark eyes lit up slightly, and there was a drop of joy. He lightly felt the dry feeling on his tail, not knowing what his mentality was, he slightly raised his tail quietly, and swung it from side to side twice.

It would be fine if his tail tip was still there, Mr. Long thought, his tail tip was also fluffy, she would like it very much.

unfortunately……

He lowered his eyelids slightly, and he was there now.

All that was left was the ugly and broken tail that had just grown bleeding.

...

Mu Wanwan laughed for a while, carefully rolled up the parchment, and prepared to take it back to the room and put it away.

She thinks Mr. Long is really fun. Is this something written down a long time ago? Even if the word is ugly, the content still makes her laugh.

Although it was a short line of words, she seemed to have seen Mr. Long.

Without delay, Mu Wanwan took the pen and paper and left the study.

It was getting colder, and Mu Wanwan finished his work, took a shower, and lifted the cages of the spirit chicken cubs to the kitchen. Now it's getting cold outside, they grow slowly and get sick easily outside.

Mengmeng is still raised in the house, enjoying the same treatment as Mr. Long.

After cultivating a lot of spiritual plants, it was late at night.

Mu Wanwan added a little lamp oil, took out the pen and paper he had brought back during the day, and began to record some of his experience in alchemy failure.

Mengmeng tried hard to accompany her at first, warming her arms with her fluffy body, but then she got sleepy and her little head became a little bit more sleepy. Mu Wanwan couldn't stand it anymore, and he finished recording another one, and was about to turn his head to call Mengmeng, only to find that it had fallen asleep on his arm.

The fatter body was hairy and warm, and the cute Mu Wanwan heart was about to melt. She carefully held Mengmeng in her hand, put her hair in her nest, and covered it with a small blanket.

Mu Wanwan finished all this naturally, and was ready to go to sleep. She stretched her waist and turned her back to Mr. Long. After she stretched her waist, she took off her clothes again. She was only wearing a flimsy garment. She was going to It feels a bit wrong when the lights are turned off.

Oops, she forgot that Mr. Long was awake in the middle of the night!

When she just stretched, did she overindulge herself and turn on the light to take off her clothes...

Mu Wanwan's cheeks were hot, feeling very ashamed, and his movements slowed down a lot.

She already knew what he thought of him, and she was not a saint, how could she have no thoughts, she still wanted to maintain a little fairy high-cold personality in Mr. Long's heart.

Mu Wanwan slowly climbed onto the bed, opened the quilt, and quickly buried himself, holding the quilt with both hands, and after thinking about it, he put his head out slightly and glanced in his direction. It was late at night. , The room is dark.

But her night vision ability is much better than before. Looking at him in this way, it is no longer the vague silhouette before. His long hair is scattered on the pillow, and the curse lines are all over the curse lines, but he can still see the curvature of his side face. The horns are ferocious and incomplete.

Looking at it this way, it's really scary.

But Mu Wanwan didn't think that she looked at this face, but she had seen it for a long time.

Mu Wanwan said in a low voice, "Mr. Long...good night."

She closed her eyes and got ready to go to bed after she said it.

In fact, she has gradually figured out the routine of a certain dragon. Although there is still a lot of strangeness, in her heart, he is no longer the cruel and indifferent image mentioned outside, and even his cautiousness and childishness these days and nights The words made her feel very at ease.

Mu Wanwan even felt that he would not hurt herself, even if she really slept next to Mr. Long who was awake, there would be no problem.

She knows she shouldn't think so, it's too alert!

But she always felt that Mr. Xiaolong, who was kind as a child, was a tyrant in the outsider population. The original text didn't describe the specific matter of Mr. Long. It just labeled him a cruel and bloodthirsty label.

If misunderstood, Mr. Long is really a pitiful dragon.

She is now his nominal wife, and he did not apologize to her. If she also guarded him, would he be very sad?

Mu Wanwan didn't know what he was thinking about. She used too much energy to refine alchemy during the day. This time, she really fell asleep.

Mr. Long also woke up as always, the pronucleus in his body was about to be successfully connected, and in about half a month, he would be able to recover 50% of his strength.

Mr. Long sat up gently, his well-knotted palm gently lifted her long hair that was blocking her forehead, and slowly smoothed the wrinkles between her eyebrows that had been twisted because of her failures. The slightly hot body temperature made Mu Mu Wanwan shrank uncomfortably.

His mind swept over the things recorded by the lady on the table, and the corners of his lips raised.

Alchemy is more than just melting all the materials and putting them together. Although he doesn't know how to make alchemy, he also knows some simple steps.

In a plant, there are the most essential parts, and there are also parts that contain a lot of impurities. When melting, you need to remove those obvious interference parts, and then when fusing, you have to bother and carefully feel the different spiritual plants. Minor impurities.

Then...

Mr. Long is a bit distressed, how can he tell his wife what he knows?

Long thought for a long time and made a plan.

So when Mu Wanwan got up early the next morning, he found that there were several Lingzhi corpses on the table! body!

She woke up completely heartache.

Huiling Guozhanbell and the dredging flower did not run away, but why, there is still a dead body of Ningxue!

She was about to cry. She looked a little dumbfounded as she saw the neatly laid out spiritual vegetation on the table split into several parts, her hands trembling...

This is at least three or four low-grade spirit stones.

Mu Wanwan didn't care about what "Mr. Long would see her dishevelled look so embarrassed if he wakes up", and hurriedly got up, before he had time to put on clothes, he immediately sent the wood spirit power, wanting to see it. See if there is any way to save it.

but……

It was too late, Ningxue's buds were all withered, and the petals of the dredging flowers turned yellow.

Mu Wanwan is also withered, four lower-grade spirit stones, you can buy half a catty of Tier 2 spirit cow bones and come back to stew the soup.

She patted her cheeks, put her clothes on, and didn't dare to look at the debris on the table. After finishing the necessary work for the morning, finishing cleaning and feeding, she felt that she was relieved.

She only noticed the plants on the table that had been disassembled into several sections. The technique was precise. Although the fractures were not neat, they seemed to have been deliberately torn into irregular shapes, including the cute nests. There were also a few pieces of plants. Good leaves, every plant has, as if you are afraid of missing one.

When Mu Wanwan first got up, he did think it was Mengmeng, but now, when I look closely, it doesn't seem that Mengmeng was bitten by Mengmeng?

Mengmeng also regained her spirit, shook off the leaves wrapped around her body, jumped to the side of Mu Wanwan, blinked Meng's big dead eyes, and made a sonic attack, "Chirp!"

It tilts its head, as if saying...

How can you suspect that Mengmeng is so cute? It must not be done by Tweet!

Mu Wanwan silently retracted his skeptical gaze, and felt that he was really too inappropriate. Mengmeng was indeed very good, and would never secretly destroy Lingzhi.

She had worried about this problem before, but Mengmeng had a special rule. She had fun with up to two leaves of seedlings, and generally would not damage Lingzhi.

If it's not Mengmeng, then...

Turning his gaze to a certain dragon's face that looked like that honestly, Mu Wanwan smiled.

It must be a dragon if it's not tweet, is it possible that it's still a chicken cub!

But why did Mr. Long want to open Lingzhi on the table like this?

Demonstration? No, it's impossible.

Bored and want to play grass? Hmm... Does Mr. Long have this hobby?

Mu Wanwan thought of Mr. Xiaolong who was quietly rubbing the wood in the "home" in the dark alley. He felt a pain. He didn't like to play with these. For a long time, he was just in a daze and looking forward to the dragon egg hatching.

The sorrow dissipated from the bottom of my heart. The anger raised by the loss of Lingzhi, Mu Wanwan glanced at the record he had laid on the table, then looked at the plants that had been broken into many sections, and began to work hard and meditate...

Mr. Long would do this, there must be a reason, is there something to remind her?

what?

She was thinking, and Mengmeng was also thinking about it. Mengmeng is a smart little chirp. She found grass in her fragrant nest in the morning. Mengmeng was shocked at the time. Seeing the mess of grass on the table, Mengmeng reacted. coming.

It's a dragon, it must be a bad dragon, and I want to make Tweet a scapegoat.

But Long must not have imagined that he not only didn't let Mengmeng carry it in the dark, but he also added a lot of snacks to it!

"Tweet!" Mengmeng patted Mu Wanwan's arm, her little wing pointed to the plants on the table, and she tweeted twice to indicate that she wanted to eat.

Mu Wanwan was worried, and didn't notice Mengmeng. When she recovered, Mengmeng was already gnawing at Ningxue's bud.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"Tweet!"

good to eat! Mengmeng tweeted contentedly, and after nibbling the whole bud of Ningxue, after thinking for a while, he ran to peck the peel of Hui Lingguo and ate the flesh.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She couldn't help but want to fight both Juu and Long, "Mengmeng!"

Hearing her voice, Mao Chuo turned his chubby body innocently, and looked at her several times.

Mu Wanwan simply lost his temper, "Well, I'll eat it all for you."

She sat on the stool and watched Mengmeng gnaw the flesh of the Lingguo, leaving the peel and core, and then gnawing the heart of the dredging flower, and then she held her full belly. Turned over and lay on the table, burped several times.

Mu Wanwan was speechless, she picked up the rhizome of Ningxue that had been specially separated, and handed it to Mengmeng's mouth. Mengmeng took a bite and didn't want to eat it.

She laughed happily, took Ningxue's leaves again, and handed them to Dadao Chiu's mouth. This time Mao Chuo turned his head in disgust, unwilling to look at Ningxue's leaves.

Mu Wanwan was about to suspect that Ningxue's leaves were growing. They were all grown from a single plant. How could the treatment be so different from the petals?

She scratched Mengmeng’s belly angrily, tweeting and tickling it, watching Mengmeng rolling around in embarrassment, she suddenly blessed her soul...

Could it be said that not every part of Lingzhi can be used for pill?

She moved in her heart, staring at a few spiritual plants on the table, and found that Ningxue was divided into three parts, flowers, rhizomes and leaves.

According to Mengmeng's attitude, it is estimated that Ningxue's flowers are the best, the rhizomes have impurities, and the leaves are useless for eggs.

Yes, impurities!

Mu Wanwan suddenly wanted to understand, Mr. Long took apart Lingzhi to tell her that not every part of a plant can be used.

Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan immediately took down the notes. She first wrote down the useful parts of Ningxue, and marked the experiment to be performed behind the rhizome.

Then she observed Hui Lingguo again, took the parts separated by Mr. Long and tried them in Mengmeng's mouth one by one, and finally wrote...

"Hui Lingguo: The pulp can be used, the roots and leaves seem to contain impurities, and the peel and core are not usable."

"Ballbells: The lower rhizomes are not usable."

"Draining flowers: flower center can be used, roots, stems and leaves have impurities, petals are not available."

When all the records are finished, Mengmeng is already a troll, with her little wings covering her eyes and pretending to be dead.

After Mu Wanwan finished writing, she couldn't wait to try it out. Seeing Mengmeng's appearance, she couldn't help but smiled twice and touched her head.

She was in a good mood, her cheeks were hot, and she wanted to come, Mr. Long wanted to remind herself that she still needs to pay attention to these problems in alchemy?

How would he know what he was upset? Did you see what she wrote down when you woke up at night? Did he always care about her affairs?

Thinking like this, Mr. Long seems to be really nice to her.

Although she was hiding something from her, she still felt a sense of security and warmth.

There was a little inexplicable feeling in my heart, like eating a strand of marshmallows, just such a small strand, like floating clouds, the entrance melted, although it was only a little bit sweet and light.

Mu Wanwan's cheeks were reddish, after thinking about it, he still held up the pen, next to the three records, slowly wrote a line of beautiful small characters in a smaller font than before...

"Mr. Long, you are such a good dragon."