I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

It took a while for Mu Wanwan to digest the fact that Mao Tweet was a Baifeng cub. Seeing the fat Tweet a little bit, she suddenly felt a sense of anticipation.

If it is Bai Feng, Mao Chiu must be very beautiful and majestic when he grows up, right?

But Mr. Long said that he got Mengmeng from the Yaozu. If he inherited his previous memories, would he leave her?

She only learned from Mr. Long after she woke up that Mengmeng's current mentality is about three years old, and it is now considered its infancy. In fact, it needs to absorb a lot of spiritual energy and eat many heaven and earth spiritual things every day.

Mr. Long said that when he brought Mengmeng out of the monster race, he actually never thought that it might hatch, because Mengmeng's vitality was actually very, very weak at the time, and in the following decades, it looked like a dead animal. Phoenix eggs.

Mu Wanwan looked at the more and more adorable in the yard, and put down the spiritual plant that was being cultivated in his hand with a little worry...

Mao Chiu accompanied her through a long period of time when Mr. Long did not wake up. Her feelings for Mao Chiu were not only purely towards pets, but now she knows that it might be able to develop wits, and even in a few years it might even be. Transformation, she has a mentality similar to that of an old mother.

Although I knew that if Mengmeng returned to the Yaozu, it might be better for its growth, but now Mu Wanwan is still not willing.

Moreover, Mr. Long brought back a lot of spirit stones this time, and for a while, he should still be able to feed Fat Tweet.

"Tweet!"

Mengmeng is practising flying desperately with her little wings. Ever since she was clicked by the dragon, her body has become fatter and fatter. Although it didn't fly very well before, it can glide for a long distance. Now it has It's hard to fly anymore.

Mao Chuo's dull hair floated in the cold wind, and the fur on its half body was blown up and down, and Mu Wan pointedly saw a few black hairs falling off its body.

Oops, Fatty has gotten off her hair.

"Tired?" A slightly cold and jealous voice sounded, Mu Wanwan recovered from the state of staring at Mao Tweet, and turned around to see her dragon.

Xiao Tianlong's gaze stayed on the hem of her skirt, and said indifferently, "Splendid enough to support you."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

The corners of her lips rose unconsciously, and shook her head to Mr. Long who was sitting in the middle of a pile of spirit stones, "I'm not tired."

This dragon doesn't know if she really likes her custom-made wheelchair from Tie Bo or something, except that she shyly stands up and walks out with her ears shaking her ears when she is going to wash in the evening, usually in a wheelchair.

She glanced at a certain dragon who nodded coldly, a little bit dumbfounded, this dragon brought back a lot of spirit stones this time, and it was indeed enough to support herself. Only she can refine some pills that can relieve the curse.

Now, although Mr. Long has relieved a lot of curses with the help of the special life chief, some of them have not been removed. In addition, since he went out this time and injured himself again, she still wants to refine some more medicines. Standby.

"Come."

Seeing her staring at the glitter on the ground, Mr. Long tilted his head and said.

Mu Wanwan was a little confused, and walked to him.

Suddenly, the hand with the bracelet was picked up, and Mu Wanwan opened her eyes in surprise...

Why is this awkward dragon so active today?

Mr. Long raised his dark eyes and glanced at her, the roots of his ears were a little red, "This is not good, change one."

Mu Wanwan smiled lightly, her heart tickled, and she couldn't help but want to tease him. She wanted to say "I like it from my husband", but the words "husband" seemed to be stuck in her throat. I can't tell how.

In the end, she just felt that Mr. Long's hand was much hotter than her, and slowly blushed.

"Ice." Mr. Long held his wife's soft little hand, shy and happy, he took her other hand and held it together in the wide palm.

He was tall and big, and his hands were big. Mu Wanwan originally thought that his hands were not small among girls, and because they had been nurturing Lingzhi, they were a bit rough, but compared to his, they looked very petite.

He can wrap her hands completely, warm, and cut off the cold outside.

In fact, she is already a Tier 3 cultivator, and this time she woke up with a small breakthrough. Her strength has reached the late Tier 3 stage. She has adapted well to the current temperature around zero, and her hands are cooler at most, but she won't feel too cold.

But being treated like this still feels warm in my heart.

He is really good.

After holding it for a while, a serious tofu-eating shy dragon finally let go of his wife's hand, blushing and took out a new bracelet...

This was a piece of clear heart jade that he found good and inconspicuous last night while his wife was asleep and polished it bit by bit with spiritual power, connected to his mustard space, even though the wife has not yet reached the fourth level and cannot recognize it. Lord, but everything in it can be used.

"The baby is inside." Mr. Long slowly put the bracelet on Mu Wanwan's wrist, the size was very suitable.

Mu Wanwan was a little confused, "Huh?"

Mr. Long was a little embarrassed again, seeing Mu Wanwan's unexpected expression, he became more guilty...

She has been married to herself for so long, and she hasn't gotten any good things. He has enjoyed the wealth and power of the sky before, but now he can only pick up some of the treasures that he had left outside to send her back.

"A little bit less." Mr. Long hesitated, his voice slightly hoarse, "I will give you more in the future."

More, more sparkling than mountains.

She likes that kind of skirt, but that kind of material is rare. It is the essence of a special life on the bottom of the sea. In addition to pink and purple, there are also bright yellow and green. In a few days, he will go to the bottom of the sea to find some. Give her a few more sets.

Fortunately, Mu Wanwan didn’t know that Mr. Long was planning to give her a few more sets of aesthetically strange clothes. The previous two sets of Mr. Long were looking forward to her wearing. She can only use the reason that the weather is not good and those are a bit cold. Fooled the past.

Mu Wanwan looked at the bracelet on his wrist and recognized the Lord in his expectant gaze.

Spiritual power probed in, and Mu Wanwan "see" saw it, the mountain-like spirit stones and countless gold coins and gems, plus many luxurious things, slowly filled the entire large space.

Is this a bit less?

Is she blinded by poverty and knows nothing about the power of money? She thought that those on the ground were all the gains of Mr. Long's trip this time, and she was still worried about whether she could not afford Mengmeng.

right now…

Looking at Mr. Long's serious eyes, she realized for the first time deeply:

In my memory, the poor and miserable Mr. Xiaolong, the miserable Mr. Dalong when I first met, was once really an extremely powerful and rich pure 24k domineering local dragon cub with the best spirit stone inlaid.

The heart is sweet and sour.

But she didn't make a hypocritical refusal and accepted it.

Mr. Long pressed his lips slightly, "Do you like it?"

Mu Wanwan smiled and bent his eyes, and shook the bracelet on his wrist, "I like it very much."

…

When they went to bed at night, probably because of shyness, the two still did not sleep in the same bed, but unlike before, they could talk for a while.

Mu Wanwan listened to the cute little breathing sound in his ear, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Long, I'm going to the market the day after tomorrow."

Before they had signed a contract with Uncle Zong, Jiu Qing had to go there again, even though they were not short of money now.

Long said "Yeah", and his slender finger clicked on the side of the wheelchair, "Together."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Did she get it wrong?

"You," Mu Wanwan was a little worried, "Your injury..."

Mr. Long's long and narrow phoenix eyes were narrowed, and a cold smile appeared on his lips, "It's okay."

This time he went out, although he suffered a very serious injury, but it was a blessing in disguise, the curse in his body was reduced a lot, and the pronucleus was successfully connected to the sixth piece.

The scars that Mu Wanwan touched were more of the traces left after connecting to the pronucleus. His prototype was much more miserable than it is now.

Although in the human form, there are only broken corners and half-bald ears, it is a bit bleak, but other forms, no matter how he hides them, can't change the fact that he is already a disabled dragon.

In the past few days, with the assistance of a large number of spirit stones and pills, his strength has finally recovered to the level of Tier 6. Although he can't compete with the dragon clan, he is not as desperate as before.

The faint light cast a sharp warm light between his eyebrows, his facial features were relatively deep, there was a vague shadow around his eye sockets, and his eyelids were slightly drooping, but it seemed to condense if there is no killing intent.

At least, he can protect her well.

Even if the abyss collapses, the army is bloody.

There was an idea that had been brewing for a long time in his heart, and he gradually eased the hatred in his eyes...

Nearly a hundred years after he became the ruler, he had forgotten the feeling of his heart beating violently, and he walked his own way in the abyss of loneliness, and even cruelly and domineeringly refused anyone's approach.

He was less than 30 to break through the seventh rank, but he remained stuck.

Maybe this time I lost, just to meet her.

For the first time, Mr. Long felt that it was not so important to avenge those dragons who had insulted him and laughed at him, and even what kind of creature he was.

He met her.

Mr. Long still has some curse marks on his face, and his long hair hangs down, covering some, but in Mu Wanwan’s eyes it looks like drips of blood. For a moment, he and his memory were locked in a cage. Mr. Xiaolong seems to overlap.

Mu Wanwan's heart was sore, and she couldn't speak for a while.

Mr. Long looked at her, his expression softened, his knotted brows stretched out, his lips still pressed, but at this moment it seemed like thousands of ice and snow melted.

"Will you go with me?"

He spoke unnaturally with love words that he was not good at, and deep attachments hidden in his cold eyes, as his long eyelashes flickered, pouring out little by little.

As Mr. Long said, he turned his head in embarrassment, but he plucked up the courage to stretch out a big hand towards her, trying to catch her in another quilt.

Obviously he is an old dragon who doesn't know how many beauties he has seen. At this moment, he is like a young man who is eager to show himself in front of someone he likes. He has only the eager hope of being recognized and a strong and paranoid possessiveness.

The thoughts that had been thought of not to provoke before everything settled down, had already been like a flashing torrent, completely forgotten by him who was slow and greedy.

Only the love that remained in the heart after the storm swept through, shining with jewels.

He wanted to take her away.