I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Li Ran was stunned as he watched the curse relieved in his dantian.

He held the bottle of Hui Ling Pill that he bought from the Huayun Medicine Shop, and couldn't bear the ecstasy in his heart!

Since he was unfortunately cursed by a monster at the place of trial last time, his status in the sect has plummeted. It's just that the second-order monks don't have any spiritual stones. I thought that this life would be smashed like this. How could it be true? Useful.

Li Ran never expected that a rumor could change his life. He held the jade bottle and quickly contacted his friend, hoping to stock up on the spirit pill before it became famous.

But he underestimated the speed of the news. He had just recovered from his front foot, and the news of the miraculous effect of the Hui Ling Pill at the Hua Yun shop on the back foot spread quickly like wings.

Li Ran didn't give up, and took his friend to the Huayun Medicine Shop the next morning, only to find that the door had already been blocked by a bunch of people.

"The door is open!" A somewhat excited voice sounded, and the crowd who had been waiting outside the door immediately became agitated, squeezing in like crazy amidst Uncle Zong's stunned eyes.

"Treasurer, I want four bottles of Tier 1 Returning Spirit Pill!" Li Ran was squeezed in the front, facing Uncle Shang Zong's gaze, shouting.

Uncle Zong, a lion orc was almost frightened by his desperate posture.

But before Uncle Zong had time to say anything, the crowd exploded. "Paralysis, there are only eleven bottles in total. You want four bottles alone. Are you afraid of being killed when you go out?"

"Treasurer, I can offer a higher price, I want three bottles!"

The noisy voice suddenly sounded, Uncle Zong couldn't help it, and the mighty lion tribe orc coercion dissipated, "Shut up to Laozi!"

He went down, and no one dared to speak anymore.

When Uncle Zong was about to say who was the first to sell to whom, Uncle Chen, who was strategizing, suddenly walked in from the outside of the shop, glanced over the crowd, squinted and smiled very gently, "The number of pills is not enough, the purchase is limited, and each person is the most. Buy one, one with five low-grade spirit stones, only sixty are left."

When his words fell, the mighty Tiger Orcs dispersed, and the monks immediately changed their faces, especially Li Ran, who was squeezed in the front. Faced with the smiling Uncle Chen, he was trembling and unable to tell. Then, it was totally different from the one who just yelled in front of Uncle Zong.

"One, one first-order spirit pill." Li Ran took out five low-grade spirit stones, very weak.

The people behind also calmed down. After all, the orcs who can have a shop in the market are not that easy to provoke.

When the pill was sold out, those who did not buy it were unwilling on the one hand, and on the other hand, out of the mind that you would not even want to buy it after I couldn't buy it, the news was spread directly.

Among them, the biggest gains are the two families of Uncle Zong and Uncle Chen who started to count Lingshi after closing the store.

"You count, how much did you make?" Aunt Yun has recently improved a lot. The Ningxue Dan sent by Mu Wanwan has a great effect on the witchcraft curse in her body, and the fine lines around her eyes are reduced a lot. It seems that he has become the one he was ten years ago, and speaking with Uncle Zong also brings such a delicate taste.

"We will make a lot of money later. According to the price given to Xiaoqian before, we have to make up another seven middle-grade spirit stones for her." Uncle Chen's mind became more bright.

Aunt Yun smiled, "That girl will definitely be very happy, and it is our luck to meet her here."

Uncle Chen nodded, "But have you really doubted her identity?"

Aunt Hua on one side gave her husband a fierce look, "It's okay to say what this is doing."

Uncle Zong smiled heartily, "What do you think?"

Uncle Chen sighed, "It's good if you know it in your heart. Her enemy is too strong. It's okay if nothing happened now. Who knows how long these calm days will last."

Uncle Zong patted him on the shoulder, "I'll talk about it at that time, although your sister Yun and I can't protect her husband, it's not impossible to really protect her."

Aunt Yun smiled at the worried gaze of her sister, "Don’t worry, if something really happens, we can’t guarantee that we will take care of her. We are so old, it’s impossible to have it in this life. My own child, if we could have a daughter back then, maybe she would be about the same age."

Aunt Hua sighed and smiled. In fact, she is not worried about what will happen to Mu Wanwan. After all, she has the ability to cultivate spiritual plants and refine pills, even if the current power Ao Qin really wants to kill. Lord, she will not be implicated.

Moreover, as long as the aftermath work is done on their side, she will be fine for the time being. As for her husband, they really can't help much.

It was getting dark, and Mu Wanwan, who had been unknowingly maintained, and Mr. Long, who might not be able to be maintained, were sitting in the room with big eyes to small eyes.

The atmosphere in the room is very delicate, one person and one dragon are a bit tangled.

The entanglement is nothing but the problem of sleeping at night.

In fact, the monks don't need to sleep all the time, and there is only one room and one bed in the palace.

Both of them have washed up. Mr. Long sat on the side of the bed and glanced at Mu Wanwan, who pretended to be playing with Mengmeng, and thought many thoughts in his heart...

He was in a coma before, and tonight was the first night he woke up. Doesn’t it mean that tonight is actually their bridal night?

She was always soft, he knew.

However, he thought, it's better to be indifferent when she has no feelings for him, so that if something happens to him, she won't be sad.

Long's heart was about to twist to death, and he was particularly wronged. He was silent and didn't know what to say, and Mu Wanwan over there spoke first, "My Lord..."

She wanted to say, "Do you mind sleeping with me tonight?"

As soon as the words were spoken, it was, "Let's just have a bed, or else, I will go to the study to do alchemy tonight."

After Mu Wanwan finished speaking, she wanted to hit the wall a little, but she still looked forward to Mr. Long's answer.

Only after hearing her words, Mr. Long's deep black eyes flashed with disappointment. He brushed his eyelashes twice, pulled the corners of his lips, and said nothing.

Mu Wanwan caught a glimpse of his drooping head, pondering his tone, thinking that as long as he said he didn't mind, she wouldn't leave, she had a hint of hope that he would hold him back, "My lord, then I really left? Can you really do it alone?"

Do you want to brave yourself and crawl onto the bed with your stumped legs? Mu Wanwan was distressed and angry.

Mr. Long's heart was pricked, his hands were tightened and then loosened, his voice was hoarse, but it was as cold as snow on a cold night, "No problem."

This time, Mu Wanwan looked at his drooping ears, even if he knew that his words were wrong, he was still very angry.

She decided to dry the dragon for a while, just as planned, she was trying to refine the second-order spirit recovery pill tonight.

Mu Wanwan didn't wait any longer, she glanced at the sleepy Mengmeng, and couldn't bear to catch Fat Tweet to accompany her, and went to the side hall alone.

Mr. Long looked at the closed door, slowly blinked a bit sour eyes, reached out and touched the fox fur that she was covering on her knees, and gently closed her eyes...

This is great. If she is by his side, he will definitely not be able to control himself. This is great.

Very good.

The oil lamp in the room gradually burned out, the room plunged into darkness, and there was a tingling sensation in his calf, but Mr. Long didn't seem to notice it. He sat quietly in the wheelchair, motionless.

After about two hours, Mu Wanwan, who had finally succeeded in refining three second-order spirit recovery pills, rubbed his shoulders, and looked at the dark sky outside, and he was a little soft.

She really is, knowing that the dragon is so awkward, and she is still in competition with him.

And why can't she sleep in bed, could that dragon do anything to her? Mu Wanwan didn't know where his self-confidence came from, but after thinking about how careful he was when he pretended to sleep before, it was the same in the afternoon, so he couldn't get scared anymore.

So she was still slow and returned to the room.

The door was gently pushed open, and Mu Wanwan cautiously walked in. The room was pitch black. Although she was advanced, she could only see a serious problem, but the movement of a certain dragon was too obvious.

He maintained the posture of Mu Wanwan when he was walking, but his ears were sharply erected.

With a smile on Mu Wanwan's lips, she felt Hei and wanted to walk in. When she bumped into something she hadn't noticed on her toes, she exclaimed and almost fell.

In the next second, a beam of warm light suddenly lit up in the room, another oil lamp was lit, and Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long's slightly moving fingers.

He pursed his bruised lips, pulled the fox fur with one hand, and gave her an impatient look at his slightly moist and narrow phoenix eyes, "Noisy."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She could see the tears in the corners of his eyes. Could this dragon be more awkward?

There was an unspeakable taste in her heart. She felt that perhaps she was more important in Mr. Long's heart than she thought?

"I'm cold." Mu Wanwan's heart became hot, a little awkward, but she still resisted the shame, and said something that she couldn't usually say, stubbornly, it can't be called coquettish.

Mr. Long pretended to glance at her carelessly. He was covered with cold air and his nose was a little red. He slowly turned the wheelchair around, looking like "You really can't help it", his voice was cold like a spring, and he seemed to suppress anticipation. , "Come in and sleep."

The smile on Mu Wan's lips was almost overwhelming. She bent her eyes and walked to him with a cheerful tone, "My lord, you are so kind."

Mr. Long felt that he was really despicable. He saw her smiling, but he stirred up the fire on his heart.

Obviously his existence is a drag to her, but seeing her so beautiful, like a shining star in his life, can't help but want to lock people around.

She wanted to let her go, and she wanted her husband to smile at him.

I want to get better and leave her quickly, and I want to tie her up and ask who gave her the pendant.

However, he was reluctant.

Can't bear it.

"My lord." Mu Wanwan made the bed, and looked back at the ugly dragon with "I have no feelings", and said helplessly, "Shall I help you go to bed?"

She has started to get worse, and she doesn't call him "you" anymore.

Mr. Long did not respond to the changes in symmetry, but his eyelashes trembled, and the strange self-esteem in his heart suddenly became haunted. He was afraid that his legs would stain the quilt, and he did not want to waste the spirit stone, nor did he want to lose the dragon, so he just glanced at it. Glancing at the soft bed, he said coldly, "I'm not sleepy."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

This and Mr. Xiaolong's "Not hungry" is simply "not sleepy" carved out of a mold, but she knows that once this dragon makes any decision, it is the kind that ten dragons can't pull back.

She sat on the edge of the bed, as if she had tasted the sweetness from the dry act of being a baby, and was blessed to her soul, "But you sit here and I can't sleep."