I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mr. Long met her gaze, his eyes dimmed, and he moved his head away a little embarrassed...

Her gaze gave him no way to resist.

The room fell into silence again, Mu Wanwan only watched the dragon's purple lips and long eyelashes trembling. He couldn't guess his thoughts at all. Looking at the blood stains on his legs, it was a bit intolerable.

She retracted her hand, took out the wheelchair that had been stowed before, pressed the button, and turned it into a sitting position, and then softly explained, "My lord, this is a gadget I didn't intend to get before. I think it's still Quite interesting, Sir, do you want to try it."

Mr. Long's cheeks were pale. In her expectant gaze, those thoughts of "to be alienated" collapsed in an instant, his heart was filled with joy, and his eyes lit up...

How could I see it accidentally? A person she saved like that must have been bought for him.

Mr. Long's palm was sweaty, but he couldn't even say a word of thank you when he opened his mouth. He just nodded slightly in Mu Wanwan's slightly expectant gaze.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, she reached out to support a dragon's arm, in order to support his weight, even though she was very careful, she inevitably touched his waist.

When her hand touched his warm and sensitive waist, one person and one dragon stiffened for a moment.

Mu Wanwan could feel that Mr. Long’s warm body was spreading to his palms along the cloth, while a certain dragon felt that her soft fingers lit up clusters of flames on his body, and the cursed calf. The pain formed a sharp contrast, so clear and profound that he couldn't ignore it at all.

When she moved, Mu Wanwan tried her best to shift her attention to the wheelchair, but felt that the temperature under her was getting higher and higher. When she finally got Mr. Long in the wheelchair and sat down, the clothes he just wore was a little loose. opened.

Mu Wanwan was standing, and he could see his slightly open clothes. From her point of view, he could go all the way down from the collarbone. Seeing his strong abdominal muscles slightly bent, she quickly turned around, with a little voice. Shaking, "My lord, my lord, let me dress you."

Mr. Long’s cheeks were astonishingly hot. He pulled the shirt that had just been pulled apart and said softly, "Okay."

Hearing what he said, Mu Wanwan looked like an amnesty order, and quickly picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and took the brocade clothes he bought before, "Mr. Lord, you..."

She stammered, and Long was too embarrassed to talk, but he knew what she meant, so he raised his arm indifferently.

Mu Wanwan was a little relieved to see him so cooperative. The two of them took about a quarter of an hour to put on the clothes before they put on the clothes. Mu Wanwan squatted halfway and put the white fur on his legs.

Looking at his **** trousers, he couldn't hold back, "My lord, let me show you the injury..."

Mr. Long had just been touched by her in a lot of places, and now he was full of energy. Hearing her voice, his heart trembled, and the pain in his feet was nothing.

And as long as he doesn't move, the calf will not continue to bleed, and seeing his wife will make her worry. And his wound is very ugly. When I see it later, my wife is afraid that she won't be able to drink the soup.

So a certain dragon pursed his lips, "No problem."

Mu Wanwan felt a little pantothenic acid in her heart...

This dragon, just waking up, will not let her take care of it. It's okay to say anything, wouldn't it hurt if it bleeds?

Mu Wanwan didn't give up, and asked again, "Will it hurt?"

The corners of Mr. Long's lips moved, his eyebrows drooped, his voice was cold, "It doesn't hurt."

An evil fire burst into Mu Wanwan's heart, thinking that if you say it doesn't hurt, it won't hurt. Anyway, it's not me who hurts. She wanted to stand up, and the pendant that Aunt Yun gave to her neck moved.

Mu Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable and stretched out his hand to straighten his position.

Mr. Long looked pale for a moment when he saw that the pendant on her neck was not a gift from him...

The rank is good, and the hidden cultivation base is something she can't afford for the time being.

She didn't buy it, then someone gave it to her.

But when she went out last time, she didn't have this pendant yet. Someone must give her this time when she was outside, right?

Without him, she would be able to live well.

There was a sharp pain in Mr. Long's heart, and the palm of his hand tightly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair, and the bitterness and darkness in his heart could hardly be hidden.

Mu Wanwan stood up and inadvertently met his gloomy gaze that he hadn't come and covered. The hot emotions and the fleeting ferocity in it made her instantly startled. She thought it was something that caused him, and she backed off subconsciously. After two steps, his eyes are full of grievances.

Why did she do it badly? She just dressed him in a dress. Why did the dragon look at herself with such a gaze just now? She had never apologized to him, why would he be so different from when he was asleep when he woke up, so fierce and indifferent.

It seems that the sweet words he had made to her many nights before were false. Whatever Mrs. kisses her or hugs her, I am afraid it is the illusion that she is too mentally stressed. He is indifferent, just such an arrogant one. Long.

Nothing was wrong on the outside, and she shouldn't care about him.

The more Mu Wanwan thought about it, the more aggrieved, why was this dragon so?

Mu Wanwan clenched her skirt subconsciously with her hands, her eyes were hot, and her tear glands were sore. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to say "Mr. Long, let's eat together."

But ah, in the end, he just blinked the eyelashes that were wet by unsatisfactory tears, but his voice was hoarse and embarrassing crying, "My lord, the soup is on the table, I, I want to go to alchemy first."

Mr. Long was already panicked when he saw her shocked and sad eyes. He saw her tight skirt, flushed eyes, and his mind was blank. He made her wronged, and he had murdered her.

He listened to her saying that he was going to practice alchemy, and looked at her a little bit helplessly, seeing that she turned her head and didn't want herself, but wanted to walk away from him.

He was cruel, and when he came back to his senses, he had already grabbed the corner of the man's clothes.

Mu Wanwan was in anger. Before the grievance was over, she felt that her clothes were pulled slightly. She turned her head very impatiently, and saw the nasty dragon with a more aggrieved expression than her. He glanced at her, then quickly retracted his hand, lowered his head and did not look at her, and said dullly, "Eat together."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She looked at the fluffy ears that he was about to stick to his head again, her mood had changed from sheer grievances to weird complexities. She stared at the ears on his head and said tentatively, "My lord, I don’t hungry."

Silence filled the room again, and Mu Wanwan watched his ears droop down to the point of being more terrifying than before.

In a better mood, Mu Wanwan suddenly smiled. She felt as if she understood something, and blinked with tears, "But I still want to eat some."

After she finished speaking, she watched the dragon's ears gradually recover some curvature, and she wanted to laugh helplessly. She didn't know how to express her current feelings. She just walked over and pushed his wheelchair to the table and gave him a cup. Bowl of soup.

Did you forgive yourself?

Mr. Long didn’t know what Mu Wanwan thought, and the jealousy in his heart had not passed. When he thought that someone he didn’t know would give her something, he felt sad. He drank the delicious spirit beef bone soup made by his wife. I feel a little better in my heart.

It was the first time that Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long eating by himself. He was sitting very straight, and his eating posture was elegant and beautiful. Like Mr. Xiaolong, he eats very slowly.

She watched him raise his ears every time he took a sip of soup, and tremble from time to time. She seemed to like it very much, and her heart was itchy. She couldn't help asking, "My lord, is it good?"

Mr. Long visibly trembled, duplicity, "Yeah."

He glanced at her faintly and added, "Yes."

Mu Wanwan laughed happily, she understood it, this dragon's temperament was awkward and awkward, she just didn't say what she thought in her heart, and it was easy to get angry when she said it. No wonder she was still single for more than a hundred years. The old dragon that nobody wants.

Such a look, who can bear it, if she hadn't raised it for so long, she was really a little bit reluctant, she wouldn't want it.

Mu Wanwan was angry, and silently grabbed soup with Mr. Long. As a result, Mr. Long seemed to like her to drink, so he simply drank from his own bowl, and then sat quietly, shaking his ears and watching her drink secretly.

Stupid dragon

How can such a small bowl of soup be enough?

Mu Wanwan was originally in temptation. She was not very hungry. This time she did not ask Mr. Long for advice. She went directly over his hand and filled him with a bowl of soup, "My lord, I can't drink it anymore."

Looking at the corners of her rosy lips and the pendant on her neck, Mr. Long felt jealous and itchy in her heart. She was a little bit afraid that she would not have enough to eat, but her eyes were bright, and she seemed to be looking forward to his continued drinking, so he had no choice but to do it. She thought about it.

…When one person and one dragon carefully guess the other's mind and test each other.

The human monk who first bought Muwanwan's refining pill came back from the trial of the sect. He came to thank Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong and said that if it weren't for the pill they sold this time, he might be cold.

Uncle Zong didn't notice anything, but Uncle Chen, who had been smiling all the time, seemed thoughtful.

Their shop lacks popularity and their business has always been bleak. There are two other families who are not in good health, and the small money (Mu Wanwan) seems to be short of money. If you can use some means to increase the price of the medicine.

He has been thinking about what to do these days, and today the monk provided a new idea, and Uncle Chen sent the monk away with a smile. One day later, the news that "the first-order spirit recovery pill of Huayun Yaopu is worthy of other second-order spirit recovery pills and has a certain curse-relieving effect" spread among the people.

what? What? Does Hui Ling Pill have a certain effect of reducing the curse? Are you kidding me?

The second-order cultivator Li Ran thought the same way when he heard the news. Ling Hui Pill has the effect of reducing the curse? Then why go to the Poison Pill Exorcism Pill and Ningxue Pill? There is no drafting of this bragging.

But he looked at the curse that had been entwined in his dantian for several months, and he couldn't help but be moved.

In the mood to be useful in case, he still surreptitiously bought the Huiling Pill from Huayun Medicine Shop when there was no one. As a result, the curse in his body was really reduced a lot, and the Huiling Pill was really real. Can the curse be relieved?