I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

The leader's voice was soft, with a subtle, high-pitched voice, "Because of the situation."

"The situation?" Leng An was puzzled.

He has been the master of the Xianqing Pavilion in the Dragon Clan Capital for decades, and he has a lot of news about the Dragon Clan monarch. From his desolate childhood to the present fleeing place is very clear.

The Dragon King had also experienced several life and death crises before, but Master never said that he would help.

Even Master treated their disciples in a calm and calm manner. The last time he helped the Dragon King who almost died on the road, he was already surprised. This time he even asked Uncle Uncle to occupy that place. Obviously it does not belong to the territory of their special life alliance.

Can't understand at all.

"Apprentice." The leader had a deep eye and a relaxed tone. "As a teacher, I ask you, after so many years, how do you control the situation in the mainland?"

Leng An is a little unclear, but he still pondered for a while and said, "In the past tens of thousands of years, no monks of all races have ascended."

"Human race values ​​emotions. The senior cultivators found a way to open a teleportation formation in the upper realm, and sent a ninth-order formation downward. Even if the mainland is destroyed, their human cultivation world can still live well on their own. Among the other races The dragon clan is self-proclaimed, the witch clan is growing stronger, the monster clan’s power is intensified, most of our special lives just want to live a small life, and other races are very weak."

"Well, your analysis is good." The leader said again, "Many monsters are very weak and cannot leave the demon world in their lives, and not all monsters will curse people. Most of them will only leave demon energy, and these It can be eliminated with a pill."

The leader glanced at him unclearly, "I can do this now, except for a few old guys who are basically not born, are there few people who can do it?"

Leng An vaguely understood a little, with a somewhat uncertain guess, "Master, did you help her husband because of the younger sister?"

The leader stared, "What little sister, don't talk nonsense, I haven't seen anyone yet."

The tentacles on Leng An’s forehead bend, and his master likes to take care of him. It’s not just because he looks at the talent of the dragon leader, the little lady who can alleviate the curse of the wizard and the demons, and wants to be a teacher. Respect?

In the end, he said a lot of some and nothing, which made him think that the mainland was going to be destroyed.

He just said that even if those high-level monsters are not very satisfied with the place they live now, they didn't have any intention to destroy the mainland before. After all, his brothers are in the Demon Realm.

He did not receive any news of the Demon World turmoil or attempting to conquer the mainland. On the contrary, the life of the Demon World is indeed getting harder and harder. Ordinary monsters have a very difficult life, and only the top monsters have done well.

The mermaid tribe has indeed received some shocks due to the turmoil of the underlying monsters, but there is still some distance from destroying the mainland, and the master is really awkward. Leng An was a little puzzled. Since he wanted Mu Wanwan to be his apprentice, he could tell her directly that it was enough to get people over, and now it was a lot of trouble.

The leader glanced at him, probably seeing his confusion, and said, "I have a test for accepting disciples."

The first test is whether she is really willing to never give up in times of crisis, and the second test is whether she can make progress in a difficult situation.

As for the dragon, if he could break through, he would barely object to them being together.

The leader shook his beard. Although he said that he was not ready to accept herdsmanship and become a disciple, the energy of protecting the calf that belonged to the Special Life Alliance had already been used.

Leng An understood now, and didn't ask this anymore, just said, "Master, do you let the Qinglong clan think that the dragon king is here?"

"Yeah." The leader nodded, "Let's wait a few days."

The lean camel is bigger than the horse. Although the dragons have no seventh-order strong, the number of sixth-order strong is indeed the largest. Even if Morten is very powerful, it is impossible to resist the siege of more than a dozen dragons.

The dragons were divided into several groups, and Ao Qin went to the Witch clan to break up with Wu Yao. In addition to looking for the whereabouts of Mr. Long, some of the remaining people needed someone to maintain law and order and guard the forbidden area.

In fact, it should be able to drag on for a while.

According to his previous information, although he could not fully calculate the exact location of the future little apprentice and her husband, it was probably on the other end, close to the Demon Realm.

…He was right, Mu Wanwan and Mr. Long were indeed close to the Demon Realm.

It's just not those islands with little life, but on the bottom of the sea.

One person, one dragon, after listening to the whole process of Bai Huan’s report in Qinglong’s Voice Transmission Lingling, Mu Wanwan asked cautiously, “Mr. Long, shouldn’t we be in Bai Huan’s mouth now?”

Moulong looked at the worry hidden under her eyes and rubbed her head, "We are on the other side."

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him, "Okay, how do you want to eat this shrimp?"

Mr. Long's expression stagnated, his thin lips pursed, and a trace of guilt that could not be concealed appeared in his eyes.

"You." A trace of his sideburns was hanging down, and a little bit of water stains slipped off, and his eyelashes trembled. "Aren't you worried about how long you will stay here?"

Hearing his voice, Mu Wanwan knew that the dragon was beginning to be sensitive again. He didn't give him a chance to think about it, and said something that was not very embarrassing to him, "Worry, but as long as I'm with you, I can go anywhere."

She blushed after speaking, and hurriedly changed the subject, "I, I will go see Mengmeng..."

How could she not worry, but she didn't want to put pressure on Mr. Long anymore.

Perhaps, she was afraid that the dragon would once again feel that he was her drag, and she was also afraid that if it weren't for him, she would not be shrunk in a small cave like she is now, unable to have a normal life and social life.

Although these really have nothing to do with her.

Mu Wanwan's heartbeat was a little fast, this was the first time she said such nasty words.

Although they had kissed, they were considered married, but she did not seem to say loudly, she liked him very much, and she wanted to be with him forever.

Even this time it was a bit euphemistic.

Mu Wanwan pressed her flushed face and walked a few steps, but this time Mr. Long did not hold her.

There was still a little empty in her heart. When Mu Wanwan entered the cave, she couldn't help but turned her head. Through the curtain, she saw the dragon drooping eyebrows, and the skin leaking outside was red.

Her mood suddenly eased a bit, and Mu Wanwan felt less shy, and used her spiritual power to fish out the Mengmeng in the mustard space.

It has restrained a little now. It may have been a little more wise, and has begun to pay attention to its own cleanliness. It used to roll with the ling cubs to play, but now it only keeps a little distance from them.

I don't know who it is like, but occasionally combs the little feathers that he keeps falling off.

When Mu Wanwan fished it out, Mr. Long also sorted out his emotions. As soon as he stepped in, Mengmeng sneezed. Mu Wanwan didn't hold Mengmeng firmly, and Mao fluttered a few times. Wings, patted a certain dragon's face.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mr. Long: "..."

Knowing that he had done something wrong, Mao Chuo met the dragon's gaze and ran to Mu Wanwan in fear and hugged her thigh.

Mu Wanwan lowered his head and met a pair of wavy eyes.

"Well, don't be aggressive with it."

She touched Damao and took out the fruit to coax.

A certain dragon who was told not to be fierce: "..."

Mr. Long was wronged, and Mr. Long was sour.

Before Long came out of the sweet joy of being suspected of being confessed by his wife, he was hit hard.

He used to think that more eggs would be better, but now...

Is it just as long as there is a process of giving birth to a dragon?

Mr. Long dodges his eyes a little, and finally his face blushes a lot.

He looked at Mu Wanwan who was gentle and soothing the chirp, his slender fingers wiped the white hair that had fallen down on his cheeks, he trembled his ears quite aggrievedly, and walked to her, squeezing the chirp away, cold. A face, said, "I didn't kill it."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She wanted to say that Mr. Long, your face is a bit scary now.

"Okay, it's not fierce." Mu Wanwan was a little helpless. After speaking, he saw a dragon fall with her voice, and his dark eyebrows gradually unfolded.

She saw him smile at her, revealing the rare little pear vortex.

It's too much to tease her again!

One person and one dragon are like the most ordinary couple. They kissed each other carefully, and then in the slightly desolate cave, they discussed when to leave and what to take with them.

Although the future is so uncertain, there seems to be endless storms and battles, but at least at this moment, during this lunch time, their days seem very peaceful.

The food he brought back this time was delicious. Perhaps it was because Mr. Long ate with her. The prawns tasted very sweet and sweet.

In the following time, neither one person nor one dragon had any rest. They seemed to have a tacit understanding that didn't need to be expressed. One worked hard to recover their strength while the other tried to solve their worries.

It's just that, occasionally when I'm free, I look at each other, and when I see each other, I feel that those tiredness are like floating cotton clouds, and they disappear at once.

Mao Chiu is also very obedient. In addition to eating during the day, he is playing, and at night he is sleeping!

It's delicious and lazy, except that Mu Wanwan, who is sometimes used up by the Danhuo, comes over and sprays the fire for a while, and the days are good.

And the cute old father also likes to go out every day to bring fresh ingredients back, so its food is better than when he was in the house before, and it has grown into a super fat tweet.

Fortunately, the fire-breathing ability is also stronger, otherwise Mu Wanwan would dislike it a little bit.

Looking at the freshly baked third-order Ningxue Pill, Mu Wanwan rubbed a bit sore eyes.

The sound of Mr. Long standing up rubbingly came from his ears, and Mu Wanwan opened his misty eyes to look at him, "What's the matter?"

According to her calculation of time, it should have been more than 30 hours since the last time she woke up from sleep.

"Sea-monster." Mr. Long flicked a little golden light under his eyes, walked to her, bent over and kissed her forehead, "Don't look."

Now he seems to have gotten some new tricks to reassure his wife. Although he is still shy, he has taken a lot of initiative.

Mu Wanwan stood up and took his hand, "I will go with him."

Mr. Long held her tightly with his big palm, did not speak, only the broken horns on his forehead appeared abruptly, and gradually turned into a shiny and translucent.

Like the previous few times, she wrapped her whole body, forming a spiritual power cover.

"I will be worried." His voice concealed his fear of unwilling to be discovered, but his expression was as calm as ever.

She didn't know the dark and **** past, he had always been just a weak image in front of her.

Mr. Long knew that because of this, he became more and more worried, worried about how she would look when he saw him slaughter. Even if she accepts it, it will inevitably be very uncomfortable. He will worry that she is real, and it is true that he does not want her to see that kind of killing scene.

However, Mr. Long never knows how bad his acting skills are.

The twinkling gaze, the eyes that dared not look straight, the corners of the lips drooping a little, were all talking brightly, and he was hiding something from her.

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless, but there were few clues. She didn't know exactly what Mr. Long was hiding from her, and she didn't have to go out.

She is indeed weak now, which may cause trouble.

Moreover, she felt that if she had to go, Mr. Long seemed to be about to cry.

"Okay." Mu Wan pointed at Mao on the ground, "Get Mengmeng in too."

Mr. Long paused, and in Mu Wanwan's gaze, he just made another small spiritual force cover to cover the fat tweet.

Even if Long had to leave his wife, he would never give up his wife to Fei Chiu, huh.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

I don't want her to be with myself, nor do I want her to be with Mao Tweet, is this dragon preparing to let her wait for him to come back alone?

Mu Wanwan watched Mr. Long's palm gradually turn into sharp claws, and his bald ears and missing tail were also exposed, becoming the appearance of Mr. Xiaolong who Mu Wanwan had seen fighting.

It looks more powerful. Most of the withered yellow scales that we met for the first time fell off, and the tender scales on Mr. Dragon's balanced tail that were easily scratched and bleeding were also covered by densely arranged golden scales.

It's just that his eyesight is as sharp as he remembered, and he still treated the clothes that had been torn after deformation, and looked down at the shoes that were accidentally broken.

He was a little embarrassed, his dark eyebrows were hidden worries, and he glanced at Mu Wanwan pretendingly and saw that he was about to leave.

"Wait." Mu Wanwan pointed to the pill that had just been refined on the table, "I want to come back soon."

Mr. Long blinked his long eyelashes lightly, bent his lips towards her, took the pill, and his eyes were full of stars, "Okay."

Mu Wanwan watched his back disappear from sight, and then realized that she didn't know if it was blocked this time, she couldn't hear outside sounds, and she couldn't move her body.

Are you afraid of her going out?

Mu Wanwan was actually a little unhappy. She knew that Mr. Long didn't want her to hear those fighting sounds uncomfortable, and she also knew if the dragon went out to fight and brought his family members a bit lost, but she was just a little bit uncontrollable sad.

Why don't you want to let her be together?

Mu Wanwan looked angrily at Dafei Tweet, who was still sleeping and knew nothing about what was happening outside. After waiting for a while, instead of calming down, she became more and more worried.

The scream of the sea monster was still echoing in her ears last time, and it took a while for Mr. Long to solve it. What if there are a lot of them this time and he gets injured?

He will pretend that he doesn't hurt at all.

same as before.

But things will not go as expected, Mu Wanwan has fallen into an endless wait again, and the time is stretched for a long time. When she has cultivated a new Ningxue and Mr. Long has not yet returned, she feels anxious. Everything that has been surpassed.

She wanted to use spiritual power to spread out, but before the spiritual power spread out, she felt that the cave trembled. She slid uncontrollably, and saw a little broken stone falling in front of her. With great power, it slammed into her heart.

Stupid dragon

Isn't it difficult to wrap around?

She bit her lip hard and tried to get up, trying to reach out with spiritual power.

The spiritual power cover was shining brightly, and her wood spiritual power was absorbed almost instantaneously.

How to do?

Divine consciousness, can the divine consciousness go out?

Mu Wanwan closed his eyes and tried to guide the weak consciousness in the world to spread out.

"!" She tried a dozen times, her face turned pale with pain.

The spiritual sense finally spread out, but she was very useless, that bit of spiritual sense only swirled about ten centimeters in front of her forehead, and there was no way to look outward, let alone see Mr. Long.

"con man."

Mu Wanwan was very uncomfortable, her lips trembled from the pain, and she closed her eyes and counted the time.

She has been waiting for nearly an hour.

This dragon is a liar. Every time she said she would come back, she would never come back. She never believed him anymore. However, don't accidentally happen, please don't accidentally happen.

Mu Wanwan's eyes were a little red, and she only felt that the world gradually had a voice again.

Slowly, call her wife.

It is the voice of Mr. Long.

She opened her eyes abruptly, met his bright golden eyes, and stained his forehead with a little blood, so embarrassed.

"Don't cry." Long saw her shrink into a ball and closed her eyes. He must be terrified.

But the dragon is very powerful. In fact, these difficult Tier 3 monsters and hundreds of sea monsters are nothing but a little pain, and this cave can no longer live.

He was afraid of quarreling her just now, but she was still a little scared, because Long didn't control it well.

"It's all beaten away." Mr. Long whispered, as if to sympathize with her little emotion of panic and fear, "Very weak."

Mu Wanwan saw many blood stains on his neck by the sharp weapon of the sea monster, and the clothes on his body had become tattered. However, there was only blood on his face, and his painful lips were still shaking. To say that those enemies are very weak, angrily glared at a certain dragon.

It's just that she was very anxious and her teary eyes were hazy. Mr. Long saw the tears at the corner of her eye, and his heart hurt at this sight.

She cried in fear.

"Don't be afraid." Mr. Long originally wanted to reach out and wipe her tears, but thinking that he was worried that his wife was too scared and his hands were not clean, he retracted his big palm and squatted in front of her half-flatteringly, "Don't cry. "

Mu Wanwan really cried and raised his hand to cover his eyes. Does this dragon think she is afraid?

She hadn't been afraid of him before, but now it's just some sea monsters, even if he looks a little ugly, she won't be very scared.

Mu Wanwan couldn't speak, she wanted to turn her back and ignore him, but she felt distressed when she saw the wound on his body.

She covered her face, and Long was anxious again, so she kept saying "be good", "not afraid", and then...

Mu Wanwan is even more angry!