I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long waited for a long time, until his meridians showed signs of cracking.

Even the pronucleus with a heavy burden in the body showed signs of instability.

He woke up for too long today and consumed too much.

"..." Mr. Long's face gradually paled, and he was about to be driven crazy by the guesses in his mind. He was almost unable to wait. If Mu Wanwan didn't come back, maybe he was going to look for her.

His eyes gradually dimmed, and the Mengmeng with a Qiankun bag hanging around his neck was tired of staring at him, probably because he felt that the dragon was helpless, and did not dare to rub his ears, so he had to lie on the table and gnawed two mouthfuls of Mu Wan. The first-order green star grass fruit left behind before bending out the door.

Mengmeng did not forget the chicken cubs in the yard after she was full, gnawing on the remaining peels, slowly, holding a certain dragon and not wanting to care about it, quietly, bending away from Muwan Jumped out through the windy window.

Mengmeng sent the peel to the cage with the chicken cub, tweeting to express her love.

Its increasingly round body was also stained with a lot of sticky juice, and it also made a mess of the chicken coop. If Mu Wanwan came back and didn't give it a loving "touch", it would be a ghost.

But Mengmeng is proud of it. It doesn't mean to dislike the three tender yellow chicken cubs. Its **** eyes blinked, glanced at the closed door, and then at the chicken cubs who were vying for the skin. , Decisively choose to accompany them outside the yard.

So, when Mu Wanwan bid farewell to Hongye and pushed open the courtyard door, what he saw was Moou and three tender yellow chicken cubs crowded in the cage, covered with juice and dirty mud.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

This tweet is really getting fatter and fatter.

Reluctantly, she closed the courtyard door, "Mengmeng, why did you come here."

Her voice is not loud, but it is enough to make Mr. Long, who is about to become a wife of hope, shake all over...

The lady is back.

Great.

She was fine.

Mr. Long flashed these thoughts quickly, and his strained heart was also let go. He endured the pain and quickly lay flat.

Madam is fine.

When he wakes up next time, look at her with divine knowledge.

Mr. Long's fingers wiped the cool sheets, Ya Hei's eyelashes quivered, and he closed his eyes.

…

Mu Wanwan took the hair out from the chicken pile again. Mengmeng was a lot fluffy than when she just picked it up. Because she was still a cub, her hair was very soft, so Mu Wanwan thought it was for a while. Put on weight.

But when she took a shower last time, Mu Wanwan knew that her hair was not fat, but hairy.

Usually Mao Chiu is a very clean little Chiu, and generally maintains a chubby and cute image. Today, such a layer of sticky mud was suddenly pasted on the small scarf...

Eh?

Why is there still something tied to the little scarf?

Mu Wanwan glanced at Mengmeng with a dirty, muddy thing tied around her neck, sighed, and took her back to the room with Mengmeng. The dragon was lying well and looking at home. It should be calm.

She put Mengmeng on the table and put down the basket, so that she could look at the things hanging around Mengmeng's neck.

Tie it to Mao Chiu’s small scarf with a thin needle and thread, Mu Wanwan carefully avoided hurting Mengmeng’s head, and took off the thing that was less than half the size of her palm...

Is an…

Universe bag?

It's about the same length as the one sent to her by Uncle Zong.

Mu Wanwan tentatively input a trace of spiritual power in, and there is no change. She tried a few more times without giving up, but there was still no change.

Could it be that this cloth bag just looks like a Qiankun bag?

"Tweet!" Mengmeng rubbed Mu Wanwan's hand with her dirty head, her little wings trembled, and she was about to jump on the bed where Mr. Long was lying in the eyes of Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan put down the Qiankun bag that Mr. Long had worked so hard in her hand, thinking it was trash that Mengmeng did not know where he picked it up from...

Please forgive Wanwan for being an ignorant modern person. Not only does he fail to recognize the middle-class Qiankun bag, but he also does not recognize the master...

And Mr. Long's mind was all about his wife's smiling face after receiving the gift, and he didn't think too much about this kind of problem.

Therefore, the gift that was finally robbed was placed in its nest like a toy picked up by Mengmeng.

Mu Wanwan washed the hair tweet, cleaned the chicken cub's cage, categorized the things he bought, took care of the housework, and made dinner.

Now the weather is getting colder and colder. She is doing well for cooking. The hands that wash clothes are the same as fruit and carrots, so Mu Wanwan now puts some things to wash away and waits to wash them together at noon.

When she came back late today, she grew a few second-order green star grasses for Mr. Long and felt very tired. She went to the study and copied a copy of the pill recipe given by Uncle Zong...

The material of the first-order Huiling Pill is the first-order Huiling Fruit and the three plants of Bellflower and Dredging Flower.

Huilingguo is the main material, the dredging flower is used to purify and eliminate impurities, and the bellflower is to improve the quality and effect of the pill.

The materials for the first-order blood coagulation pills are much more complicated. They also need dredging flowers and bellflowers, but the main materials are second-order plants...

Ningxue.

This kind of spiritual plant naturally grows in cold places, and the number is not too much, and the higher-level Ningxue will have a lot of high-level monster beasts around it, and the lower-level ones are not difficult to get.

Artificial cultivation is also very difficult. This time Mu Wanwan only had fifty Ningxue seeds in his hand.

Ningxue Dan has only one function, that is, high-quality treatment and elimination of some negative effects. The higher the level, the more effective it is, and it doubles the effect on the monster race.

It seems that Lingling Pills that have not yet recovered are useful, but if you think about it carefully, you will know the importance of Ningxue Pill.

If two monks of similar strength are exploring outside, they will be bitten by a poisonous snake at the same time when their spiritual power is almost exhausted. If a monk eats a spirit recovery pill, the monk will regain some spiritual power, which can resist the snake venom in his body, but in the end, if he eats the pill and does not remove the poison in his body, he may still die.

As for the one who took Ningxue Pill, although he could not recover any spiritual power, he could completely discharge the poison in his body under the action of the pill. As long as he was no longer bitten, he could generally survive.

In general, Ningxue Pill is probably a more versatile detoxification pill plus blood recovery pill, Mu Wanwan thought.

After copying the pill recipe, she probably also figured out the materials needed, rubbed her forehead, and completed the cleaning of her family (self, Mao Chuo, Mr. Long), and was ready to go to bed...

She is very tired today, mainly because of her heart. From tomorrow on, she has a bunch of new things to do, and she wants to rest early.

Mu Wanwan made the bed and suddenly found that the corner of the quilt covered by Mr. Long had moved.

Because she was worried that Mr. Long's tail would be frozen, she would fold the quilt every time, but today's quilt seems to have been opened.

Mu Wanwan's heart jumped. She didn't notice this detail before when she came back. Could it be that someone came to bully Mr. Long when she was not at home?

Mu Wanwan felt a little anxious about this, and lifted Mr. Long's quilt...

His upper body was wearing the clothes he changed after taking the last bath. There was no blood stains. The tail was good. The scales changed a little, and some of the yellow scales were about to fall out. Compared with Mr. Xiaolong's tail, it has less hairy tips, bald and ugly, a lot thicker, and a lot bigger.

But it was much better than the miserable appearance she had seen for the first time.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, and lightly touched the cold-touching scales. There were no wounds, so he should be fine.

She looked at Mr. Long's wicked handsome face, reached out and touched his fur ears, and tucked his quilt back.

"Tweet!"

Mengmeng was about to fall asleep, but when she saw Mu Wanwan came back, she got up again, fanning her little wings hard, trying hard to jump on the bed, she really couldn't stand it, she wanted to accuse the bad dragon's behavior.

Mu Wanwan didn't know what it wanted to do, looked at it for a while and pointed at the things in his nest, and then tried to point at Mr. Long lying on the bed, tweeting hard.

"Do you want to rub your ears?" Mu Wanwan thought that Mao Chiu wanted to rub Mr. Long's ears. After thinking about it, she decided to satisfy her own little Chiu and held Chiu to the bedside, but Mao Chiu was only very restrained. He rubbed Mr. Long's ear and started to stom on his face!

Mu Wanwan sighed and patted Mengmeng's head, "Stop it."

Mengmeng is wronged, Mengmeng doesn't want to talk.

Mengmeng pointed her **** at Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She is tired.

Turning off the lights, the room suddenly became dark, Mu Wanwan lay down and said softly, "Mr. Long, Mengmeng, good night."

She fell asleep quickly, and the room became quiet.

About two or three hours later, Mr. Long woke up.

He blinked slightly, his eyes were still normal after the last time the brilliant golden eyes made the lady cry ugly.

It's just that the ugly black and red lines and broken corners on the face are still very tortoise concealed, and the tail of the lower body, he thought about it, still shyly turned into legs.

Although she didn't wear (?) clothes, she probably wouldn't know it through the quilt.

Mr. Long, the shameless dragon, gently and slowly turned over.

He has good night vision ability, turning over, just in time to see Mu Wanwan's quiet sleeping position, she is tightly wrapped in the quilt, and there is a little bit of black under her eyes. It should be too tired for a while.

There was a bit of bitterness in his heart. Mr. Long thought about how his wife made money, and he could see clearly.

From marrying him to now.

I haven't eaten good things, I haven't worn beautiful clothes, and I have been doing boring things all day, but I have never complained about disgusting him.

However, with the things he robbed, she should be able to live a little better.

Mr. Long thought, when he recovers in a while, he will go outside and bring back all the treasures to her.

Mr. Long's facial paralyzed dragon faced his wife's face, his expression remained the same, and the night was covering his cheeks that were gradually turning red.

correct.

He asked Mao Chuo to give her the sapphire bracelet, he wanted to touch...

Although the wife didn't know that he sent it, in Mr. Long's heart, if Mu Wanwan wears it, it means accepting him, and will always be with him in the future and be locked up by him.

Quietly, warm palms leaned into Mu Wanwan's bed and carefully touched the bracelet on her hand.

Ok?

How not?

Mr. Long felt that something was wrong, he found out his spiritual sense, and then found the middle-grade Qiankun bag in the cute and sweet nest.

Mr. Long: "..."

Long be calm!

His black eyelashes trembled, only to think of the reason...

He had forgotten that, unlike the low-grade ones, acknowledging the lord with the middle-grade Universe Bag only needs spiritual power. You need to recognize the lord with divine consciousness or a drop of blood. The lady probably doesn't know.

Mr. Long thought calmly for a while, released his spiritual power, gently turned Mao Tweet over, and then took the Universe Bag in his hand. Okay, the next step is to take the blood of his wife.

He gently lifted one of Mu Wanwan's arm, and carefully separated a trace of spiritual power, which pierced Mu Wanwan's fingertips like a needle.

Bright red blood poured out slowly, and Mr. Long frowned in pain, quickly took a drop of blood and dripped it on the Qiankun bag. He couldn't wait to see if he succeeded in recognizing the Lord. Instead, he leaned over and held her fingertips. I opened my mouth and licked it lightly.

Dragon's saliva can accelerate wound healing.

He swore that he didn't think about anything when he was doing this.

But after licking, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the whole dragon was about to burn.

Mu Wanwan was not completely unconscious, she felt that someone was working on her arm, her fingertips were hot, as if they were soaking in something warm, she moved her fingers subconsciously...