I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

…Mu Wanwan, who was kissed by Divine Sense in his dream, didn't feel at all, and even slept soundly.

When she woke up naturally the next day, the sun outside was already very big.

Mu Wanwan's hair was a little messy, her mouth was fishy, ​​and she felt that her whole waist and legs were not good. When she first walked through, she had been in a tight state, and her body had not been relaxed much. Although she felt her knees were swollen and painful at the time, she still endured it all the time.

Including that, she was shocked by Ao Qin's spiritual force to almost vomit blood and cleaned Mr. Long's wound. She gritted her teeth and stood up. On the contrary, now, after a sleep, all the sense of exhaustion is welling up.

"Huh." Mu Wan shook his arms and rubbed his sore waist, struggling to sit up halfway.

Mu Wanwan moved his gaze to the tyrant inside. He didn't seem to have changed, but his ugly face seemed to have eased slightly. Although his lips were still bruised, I don't know if it was because of the dripping of Baizheng fruit juice last night. It looks like a sticky and smooth film, like...

It's like being swollen by someone else.

Such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and Mu Wanwan shook his head quickly, trying to get rid of this terrible thought.

But she suddenly thought of something, because thinking that Mr. Long is a plant dragon, she didn't need to worry so much in front of him, so she just opened the quilt, put on a shirt and slowly stepped across the half jade bed, half lying next to him. , Stretched out his hand like touching a mobile phone to touch the low-grade spiritual stone that was next to his ear last night.

After touching for a long time, he didn't touch the spirit stone, but instead touched his hand ashes.

Mu Wanwan was exhausted, and was a little sleepy. After touching a hand of ash, she was completely awake, in a complex mood, mixed joys and sorrows...

The lower-grade spirit stone is gone, and there is a pile of ash, which shows that Mr. Long can absorb spiritual power in a vegetative state. This means that if she buys Mr. Long more spirit stones every day and puts them by the bed, maybe he can be less. Wake up early with some torture.

However, Mu Wanwan was a little bit eager to cry almost in the next second. They are now dying of poverty, and eating is a problem. Where did she get so many spirit stones to feed Mr. Long?

She stretched out her hand and flicked off the handful of ash, stretched out her hand and gently touched Mr. Long's broken corner, "I have to work hard to figure out a way, otherwise I can't support you."

Mu Wanwan wanted to get up, but with a hard effort, her abdomen was cramped, and her legs became soft, and she fell directly on the quilt.

Cold sweat gradually oozes out of his forehead, Mu Wanwan took a breath, and lifted his hand to open his shirt. There was a large area of ​​bruise in his eyes, which looked a bit oozing.

This should be the injury that was crushed yesterday, right? She thought it would leave no traces.

Mu Wanwan was in pain for a while, struggling to get up, and first put a little Mr. Long’s trauma ointment on herself. As soon as the ice-green ointment touched the skin, she fainted slowly, and soon it came from the bruising place. The feeling of coolness and pain was significantly reduced.

Mu Wanwan felt satisfied with the immediate effect of the drug, but she didn't use it much, after all, there were not many ointments left.

After simply treating her wound, Mu Wanwan hurriedly washed and changed clothes, boiled some of the porridge left last night, fed Mr. Long to eat, cleaned the bed again, and checked Mr. Long’s tail. , Tidying up the room, washing dishes and clothes, busy for most of the day.

Fortunately, the weather has been pretty good recently, and the sun during the day is still quite big. Mu Wanwan found two longer poles and built a simple clothes rack to hang the washed clothes.

After finishing all this, Mu Wanwan remembered the other half of Baizheng fruit on the table.

Although she had sent some wood spirit power, the Baizhenguo that had been left overnight still looked a little shriveled, as if it was not as full as before.

Mu Wanwan originally wanted to eat one fruit in three days, so that it could be absorbed better, but it seemed that this fruit could not be put. She took the fruit and walked to Mr. Long, cut the skin of the fruit, and squeezed the juice out and fed it to Mr. Long.

Feeding, she felt that the face of the person in front of her seemed to be a little red, hidden under some black and red lines, which was not very obvious.

Take a closer look, even the ears seem to be a little red...

"Is it too hot?" Mu Wanwan felt that he had gotten some new dragon-raising skills. "Dragons don't like heat?"

She said in a low voice, making the dragon fell silent after she had just absorbed some energy and finally recovered some consciousness.

In fact, the dragon doesn't dislike heat very much.

Mr. Long silently said in his heart that he felt that the quilt was being lifted. A warm and cool hand gently touched his arm, and that piece seemed to have been branded suddenly by someone, obviously there was no temperature. , But it's so hot.

Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Long’s arm and felt that his body temperature was good, so instead of lifting all the quilt, he wiped his mouth clean and looked at the shriveled fruit with only a layer of skin left in his hand. , Still not willing to throw it away, silently turned around and gnawed the fruit clean.

She thought that no one would know such a shameful scene, but Mr. Long's fingers on the quilt trembled like a pain.

Mu Wanwan gnawed a peel. I don’t know if it’s in my mind. I felt that he had absorbed a lot of spiritual energy. He stretched his waist. Facing the sunshine outside the room, he couldn’t help but laugh. Take you out to bask in the sun."

"If you don't get in the sun for too long, will your scales lack calcium?"

Her tone was very relaxed, but Mr. Long's spiritual sense touched the gnawed clean and reluctant fruit pit on the table, but she still felt a pain in her heart and was complicated in every way.