I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

It was getting late, and the power of late autumn was gradually manifested. Standing on the ground, Mu Wanwan could feel the cold air climbing up the floor. She glanced at Mr. Long who was lying quietly on the bed, and then at the thick mattress and jade bed under him, her heart tangled.

It’s strange to say that the bed in Mr. Long’s room does not know what material it is made of. It looks like a jade bed, but it is not as cold as a jade bed. On the contrary, it is a bit warm and comfortable to sleep. ...

Mu Wanwan shook as she thought about it, and when she recovered, she had already walked to the side of the bed.

In the room, only a lamp was lit on the table next to the bed, with a soft light shining through the cover. Looking at Meilong under the so-called lamp, Mu Wanwan's sight moved unconsciously to Mr. Long's face.

He had broken hair on his forehead, but she pulled it to one side just to wash his face. Two long strands of hair hanging on one side, with strange lines all over the face, but even so, it can be faint. See his handsome appearance.

He is a beautiful dragon.

Mu Wanwan thought, it was really good.

And now she can't move, the gentleman can't take advantage of others, she still don't want to sleep in a bed with Mr. Long.

Mu Wanwan sighed, helped Mr. Long to cover the quilt, found some slightly thicker clothes to put on, and climbed onto the bed sullenly.

Fortunately, this jade bed is not very cold. Sleeping here is much better than lying on the table...

Anyway, if the weather is fine tomorrow, the quilt and quilt will be dry, and it will be one night without getting in the way.

Mu Wanwan leaned on his side, did not dare to look at Mr. Long lying beside her, and slowly closed his eyes.

But God didn't know if he was joking with her. When Mu Wanwan woke up from a sore back and back the next day, he heard the patter of rain coming from outside the house.

It's raining.

Mu Wanwan rubbed his head in pain. Fortunately, she put in the quilt and mattress last night, otherwise she would have to wait for several days.

She got up to wash, and after searching for a long time, she finally found an oil-paper umbrella with a missing corner in a side hall. She used the umbrella to make breakfast and lunch between the main hall and the side hall.

She actually woke up a bit late today, so she just made breakfast and lunch. It's a pity that I didn't have the meat yesterday, so I might as well boil the pig bone soup at noon. Mu Wanwan thought about the dishes, and started to do it.

The vegetables bought from the market are very good. Feng and Lan'er, the elves brothers and sisters, are very good at serving vegetables. Even though they were left overnight, the leaves of the vegetables did not linger.

In the modern era, she lived by herself, and she also gained the ability to cook first-hand. She is not a master chef, but some home-cooked dishes are ok, and the cooking speed is not slow.

The palace on a rainy day looked a little more mysterious than usual. Mu Wanwan walked from the side hall to the main hall under the umbrella, walked through the corridor, and walked through the courtyard. When he was approaching the door of the room, his feet slipped and almost slipped. Unable to stand firm, the umbrella fell directly to the ground.

Mu Wanwan was holding the food container with one hand, and rubbing the wall with the other. The wall was not very smooth, and she wiped it to the corner unluckily, and almost instantly the palm of her hand was broken and blood was seen.

She couldn't help crying out in pain. A few drops of rain dripped down her scalp, blocking her sight. Mu Wanwan reached out and wiped it embarrassingly. Before she could pick up the umbrella on the ground, she felt A person appeared before his dim eyes...

He has long black hair like silk and satin, casually draped, wearing a moon-white silk robe, a pair of broken corners, the rain blurs his silhouette, Mu Wanwan can only see the pair of ink-like ones. The narrow and long phoenix eyes, looking straight at her, only one glance, it dissipated like dust in the rain.

Is it... Mr. Long?

Did she have hallucinations?

Mu Wanwan felt a little bit sore in her heart, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the door of the room several times stupidly, where there was nothing, no dragon's shadow.

She really is, and it is true that these days are so dreamy that she has hallucinations, Mu Wanwan picked up the umbrella on the ground with a mockery of herself, unable to tell the faint frustration in her heart, and entered the room a little embarrassed...

The dragon is still lying on the bed honestly!

Mu Wanwan couldn't tell what it was like, so she sighed, and silently walked to the side to wipe her hair with her kerchief.

She wiped her hair silently, not noticing Mr. Long's silently trembling pale knuckles, nor did she notice that he swallowed a bite of blood in pain.

He woke up early and listened quietly to her doing things. He couldn't help but release a ray of consciousness to the corner of her clothes, followed her to wash and cook, find umbrellas and fold clothes, and only wiped it on her hand. The moment he walked over the wall, he still couldn't hold back, and he showed himself irresponsibly.

He only maintained it for a short while, without even looking at her carefully, before being suppressed and dissipated.

He is really the most useless dragon.

Mr. Long thought, he couldn't even see her with his own eyes, or even help her when she fell down.

For the first time, Mr. Long hated himself who had beaten seven for ridiculous reasons. If he was not injured, wouldn't he be unable to even look at her like he is now?

... Mu Wanwan just thought that it was just her own illusion, she didn't expect it to be the real Mr. Long. After wiping her hair, she changed her coat, after thinking about it, she took Mr. Long's ointment and said softly, " Mr. Long, I will use a little of your ointment, because it is not convenient to do things on the hands."

She dug a small piece of ointment and rubbed it on the painful hand. The wound there soon healed. She closed the lid, breathed a sigh of relief, and opened the food container, looking at the well-protected and fragrant bones. Tang, I feel better again.

"Mr. Long, I bought the bones." Mu Wanwan carried the bowl and opened the daily routine to feed the dragon. "It should taste good."

But this time, for unknown reasons, Mr. Long just pressed his mouth tightly, not cooperating with her to swallow as before.

Mu Wanwan poked him with a spoon several times, and the bright juice almost flowed down his chin, and Mr. Long still didn't drink it.

Mu Wanwan felt a little bit wrong, she took a sip with a small bowl, she has to say that the spirit pig bones are extremely delicious, she only took a sip, and she felt that the mouth was full of fresh fragrance, and it was almost faint. The Sisi aura at least proves that her craftsmanship is not a problem.

Why is Mr. Long so resistant? Shouldn't Mr. Long be a plant dragon?

Mu Wanwan simply put the bowl aside and said, "Offended."

He stretched out his hand to pinch Mr. Long's chin, and half forced Mr. Long to open his mouth.

He opened his mouth and frightened Mu Wanwan. A lot of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the pillow. The blood seemed to be unstoppable, and warmly covered her hands.

She was a little dumbfounded, and the whole person was trembling. She hurriedly released the hand that pinched Mr. Long’s chin. She didn’t even bother to drink any spirit pig bone soup. She hurried to the box and picked up the appearance. The poor but the best old ginseng they had, with shaking hands, he cut a large slice, which was roughly stuffed into Mr. Long's mouth.

"Mr. Long, Mr. Long..." Mu Wanwan whispered his name, and said in a flustered manner as if chanting a spell, "Hurry up and stop the blood, and stop the blood quickly."

She was really anxious. She rotten her tail yesterday, and started vomiting blood again today. Mu Wanwan felt that her little heart was not enough for this dragon to play. The book said that he would wake up. She didn't describe the tragic situation very much. She only thought that she should be able to take care of him, but she didn't expect him to be so serious and so miserable.

She was so miserable that she was almost unable to give up on him.

I don’t know if her prayers worked. Mr. Long’s blood finally stopped. Mu Wanwan waited for a while, seeing that his face gradually improved, and he was indeed not vomiting blood anymore, so he let it go. heart.

Her hands were sticky, all his blood, and the pillow was soiled by him. Her only pillow will be given to him tonight.

Raising a dragon is really troublesome, and it makes people feel uneasy.

Mu Wanwan sighed, changed his pillow, washed his hands, gently wiped the blood from his cheeks, cut another smaller piece of ginseng and replaced the one in his mouth. Sit down and eat your own lunch.

The soup was already cold, because she was worried that Mr. Long did not eat it well, but she didn't know if the soup was stained with Mr. Long's blood. It tasted completely different from when it was just drunk. It was very fishy and not good at all.

Still so expensive.

I won't buy it again next time, Mu Wanwan frowned, worried...

Mr. Long’s injury is more serious than she thought. If she doesn’t work hard and doesn’t make any money these days, when she goes to the market next time, it’s probably not only Mr. Long who wants to break the spirit stone, she also has no money to eat. .