I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Let’s not mention that a rather shameless licking dragon, before going deep into sleep, aggrieved in his favorite wife’s ears and asked her who sent the pendant and hairpin to her again and again, saying that he was still asleep after he fell asleep. Hold Mu Wanwan's waist tenaciously.

Although he didn't use much force, his arms and chest were hard, and he was very comfortable holding the soft wife, but Mu Wanwan, who was being held, was uncomfortable at all.

Poor, she was already very tired, her soul was exhausted, and she had to be held in her arms by a tough ugly dragon. If it weren't for winter, the body temperature of a certain dragon was so high that he could barely bear it, perhaps Wanwan would be woken up soon.

Even so, Mu Wanwan still slept very hard.

She first dreamed that Mr. Long did not come back, and then she dreamed that she was back in the cage where Mr. Xiaolong was closed. The demon bird rushed in, biting their bodies frantically, and Mr. Long grabbed her waist, the cage. After disappearing, the two of them ran away, but she didn't know what was going on, and fell into a big fire, all over her body.

After a long time, the fire dragon finally woke up, gently loosened the flushed (hot) lady, shyly shook the already a little sparse plush ears, and then stretched out a wide palm, gently Wiped the sweat from her forehead.

He could not hold back, and stole the kiss again.

Mr. Long licked his lower lip, as if he was reminiscing about the soft taste. It was obviously a seductive action, but he did it very seriously.

Mr. Long glanced at the many spirit stones that had been absorbed on the ground, and after thinking about it, he shook a lot of spirit stones out of the mustard space, swept a path that could pass people, and filled the room.

When the lady reached the fourth level and had the consciousness, he gave her the mustard space.

"Tweet..." When Mr. Long was laying the spiritual stone, Mengmeng, who was roasted by the fire and turned black, finally woke up. She was slapped to death by the evil dragon. She hurriedly stretched out her small wings when she just got up. I touched the dull hair that had grown **** my head.

This is Chuo's favorite dumb hair, if you don't have Chuo, you won't be handsome.

After confirming that Mao Chiu was fine, Mao Chiu stood up on his small legs, and saw a pile of spiritual stones, almost did not flash his big eyes, suddenly there was a lot of shining in the house!

Tweet likes shining the most, it can make Tweet very comfortable!

Mr. Long glanced at the excited Mao Tweet, his sight was ridiculed like the boss...

Oh, the tutu who has never seen the world!

Mr. Longhao Unmanned Overlord seems to have forgotten that he was even more excited than Mao Chuo when he saw Liang Jingjing for the first time.

He didn't care about the hair tweet anymore, just as it quickly fell and rolled on a pile of glitter, he simply cleaned the two of them. Then he took out the pill that Mu Wanwan had refined and brought him. There were still some in it. He didn't want to eat it, but now it happened to be enough for his wife.

Feed the pill...

Mr. Long's cheeks were hot, and he could finally feed the pill in the way he had previously imagined, even though the person who took the initiative this time changed from his wife to him.

"Madam, can I feed you the pill?" Mr. Long thought about touching the Mu Wanwan of his ear with the same words when he couldn't respond.

He curled his lips. He didn't have the gentle and elegant feeling of other handsome dragons. On the contrary, he had learned ten percent of the scumbag of the rogue dragon.

"I can use..." After all, Mr. Long still has a little bit of moral bottom line, and he is not embarrassed to say the word "mouth", "Can you give me the medicine?"

"If you don't speak, I will take it as you agreed."

Mu Wanwan, who was half awake, heard Mr. Long's voice vaguely.

She was actually already conscious, but she was still very tired and didn't want to get up.

But, feed medicinal pills?

Before Mu Wanwan could react, she felt that her chin was pinched by a dragon's fingers, and the tip of his nose was his warm, moist and rapid breathing, hitting her lips with an unignorable tremor.

What is Mr. Long going to do?

"Good." The magnetic hoarse voice that suppressed emotions exploded in the eardrums, and Mu Wanwan's mind went blank for a while. There is a soft and cold touch on the lips, mixed with the fragrance of a strong immortality.

A soft, slippery thing rolled back into the spirit pill and got in...

The smell of orange and the rich spiritual strength of Hui Ling Pill instantly permeated. With a light, inadvertent touch, Mu Wanwan only felt that his mind was blank, and he couldn't think about anything.

Mr. Long is no better than her, he has regretted it, and he is about to ignite spontaneously.

There was no longer any skin that maintained the normal color except for the sporadic curse marks on his face. The blush spread all the way to his neck, staining his delicate collarbone with an ambiguous red.

In the end, Mr. Long, who was going to have to kiss enough, was defeated. He quickly let go of his little lady, pretending to be very calm, and wiped off the trace of water sticking to her lips.

Then he stood up and "calmly" tidyed up his stray long hair. As he walked faster and faster, he was a little hot and he was going to the side hall to wash his face and calm down.

In fact, Mr. Long's "calmness", in the eyes of the "splendid", full of food, is actually like an old dragon with flushed face and empty footsteps!

"Tweet!"

The bad dragon finally got retribution, and I'm so happy!

And after Mr. Long closed the door and left, Mu Wanwan, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but finally opened his eyes...

She must have been dreaming just now, right?

Otherwise, how could she think that the extremely twisted dragon would be so... enthusiastic and unrestrained...

However, the sweet orange scent in the mouth, the warm touch still remaining on the chin, and the forehead that is not so painful...all this is telling her...

She did not dream.

Her dragon really came back, he helped her treat the wounds, and even kissed her secretly.

Mu Wanwan patted her face and wanted to sit up, but suddenly a sore feeling came from her waist, and the numbness rushing up from her spine made her almost collapse on the bed.

Why did it feel so uncomfortable after a nap, but she felt that nothing happened.

Her sight was a bit dumb, and Mu Wanwan slowly recovered her senses. She struggled several times before finally sitting up. At this time, she saw the extremely conspicuous clothes hanging on the curtain opposite her.

The whole is bright pink, the material is very very expensive at first glance, the style is very peculiar, not like a jacket Luo skirt, not like the loose and elegant clothes that female nuns like, on the contrary, it is a bit of a modern princess dress, on the collar. I don’t know what animal fur is colorful.

Just looking at the bright pink dress that almost made her unable to breathe, Mu Wanwan felt that her eyes started to hurt. She glanced at the hem of the dress, which was actually inlaid with colorful gems.

How could such a skirt that looks expensive but not pretty at all hang on her bedside?

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head, she glanced at the bedside, almost blinded by a spot of spirit stone.

"Tweet!" Seeing her waking up, Mengmeng was very happy to pick up a bright crystal, jumped from a pile of spirit stones to the bed, and delivered the bright crystal carefully selected by Chu into her hands.

Mu Wanwan held the Lingshi in his hand dreamily.

Under what circumstances, are these all brought back by Mr. Long? There was the sound of "wala" the door being pushed open, she subconsciously looked out of the door, and met Mr. Long's long and narrow eyes.

He looks healthier than before, his complexion is no longer bloodless and pale, and the marks of the once terrible curse have also been lightened a lot, leaving only the dots of black and red lines.

He is more like Mr. Xiaolong, except that he has grown up, his nose is not as round as before, and his eyebrows are still pitch black. What's abomination is that the eyelashes grow longer and longer.

He didn't know what he had just gone out to do, his long black hair was draped, and water drops fell from his sideburns.

The broken corners are still as hideous as ever, but the pair of originally white hairy ears seem to be bald?

Perhaps it was because Mu Wanwan's eyes were too surprised, Mr. Long realized something, the next second, the pair of ears disappeared, as if it was just her illusion.

Mu Wanwan blinked and lowered his head, not knowing what to say for a while.

The same is true for Mr. Long, he just walked in coldly and closed the door smoothly.

The moment the door closed, one person and one dragon froze at the same time, and the door was closed in broad daylight.

What do you want to do.

Mu Wanwan's face was a little red, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a dragon sitting on the wheelchair she had gotten from Tie Bo, and then facing a spiritual stone, bowed her head as if she was about to cultivate.

She suddenly couldn't hold back the evil fire in her heart...

Isn't this dragon planning to say something to her? Why is it so late to come back? Why does the curse on his face seem to be much better? Why did you get such a pile of spirit stones and a skirt that quickly blinded her.

Don't he was going to give her this skirt, right?

Mu Wanwan turned her head, feeling as if something was falling on her head, she subconsciously reached out and touched it, but she found a hairpin in her chaotic hair.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Oh, it's different from the one Jiuqin sent her on her head before!

Seeing Jiuqin's hairpin on the side table, Mu Wanwan couldn't help it. The dragon took her back and didn't let her loose her hair. Instead, she changed her hairpin? What is Mr. Long thinking?

"Mr. Long..."

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time. Mr. Long did not dare to look at her, and scratched the back of the wheelchair with his fingers.

"..." Mu Wanwan was silent for a while. He wanted to wait for the dragon to speak, but after waiting for a long time, the dragon didn't speak.

She felt a little helpless, thinking of Mr. Xiaolong who was embarrassed in Tiebo's memory, she softened, her voice aggrieved, "Why did you come back?"

She complained to him this way for the first time, but it did not cause a dragon to have a series of sadistic reunion plots similar to guilt and pain, like a knife cut, but it made Mr. Long feel itchy.

He looked at Mu Wanwan's messy hair, untidy clothes, and subconsciously held the sheet in his hands, as well as her slightly drooping eyes. The tips of his ears were hot.

He wanted to explain, he wanted to say that it was because of a difficult situation, but he was afraid that she was worried. He didn't hold a word for a long time. When Mu Wanwan couldn't help looking at him, he said with a calm voice, "Clothes" ."

"What?" Mu Wanwan looked at him, and saw that Mr. Long was silent, slowly moving his wheelchair, crossing the road in the middle of a place of spirit stones, moved to the bedside, and came to her.

There was a breeze blowing in front of Mu Wanwan, her long hair was a little lost, and a trace of beautiful expectations rose uncontrollably in her heart. When she was blushing and finishing her hair, she saw the place that was originally hanging on the head of the bed. Mr. Long took a bright pink dress that was difficult to describe.

"It looks good." Mr. Long's voice was cold and cold, but Mu Wanwan saw a trace of expectation from his slightly shaking eyelashes, "Send you."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She shook her hands and took the dress from Mr. Long, gritted her teeth for love, "I like it very much."

A certain dragon's eyes brightened, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a flash of smile filled his eyes. Mu Wanwan saw that he was careful not to know where he changed to another and that bright pink dress style. The almost tender purple dress was handed to her awkwardly, "There are more."

Mu Wanwan: "..."