I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Long Mengyu!

The name is really dubious.

And isn't Mr. Long called Ao Qi? How do you say he is called Long?

Mu Wanwan thought for a while...

After getting a little older, I learned that "abandoning" is not a good word.

Or maybe, on the evening when he proudly named himself, he mustered up the courage to shout his name with those orcs, but got ridiculed.

Therefore, even when he became the leader of the dragon clan, he never thought about giving himself another name, and even no one would ask him.

In the eyes of the people, he is the ruler and the leader! In the eyes of the courtiers, he is a powerful tyrant! In the eyes of those who hate him, he is an orphan dragon whose blood is despicable and cannot be beaten.

As for his name, why is it important?

"When Mengmeng comes out, we will tell him together."

The dragon spoke to her softly, even though it has been a long time since her teenage years, all the disguised coldness and arrogance in front of her melted, like peeling the tin foil wrapped in warm candy, revealing the most inside. The original look.

Her dragon is more and more like Mr. Xiaolong.

After "waking up" for too long, Mu Wanwan was a little sleepy, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

After she fell asleep, Mr. Long didn't continue to speak, and his thumb passed the place where she had just kissed, and pressed it against her slightly pursed lips, and a bright light flickered through her eyes...

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed that there was a wave of fluctuations in the buds of the wood spirit that had not reacted before, and it was probably the wife who was conscious.

But he was still a little shameless... and kissed her stealthily pretending to not know...

The feeling of stealing a kiss is a little different from that of a real kiss...

Mr. Long blinked a little bit unbearably. It would be fine if Mrs. Wake, he missed her very much.

...

In the early morning of the seventh day of Mu Wanwan’s rebirth, Mr. Long was very nervous...

According to Aunt Hua, after seven days, Mu Wanwan would be able to reincarnate successfully.

In the past few days, he did not dare to leave her for too long, so he just got some spiritual energy-rich things near the abyss, and the effect was also very good. By the seventh day, the Mu Linghua bud where Mu Wanwan was located was nearly two meters high. , The appearance is almost completely white, the petals are layered together, it seems that they may open at any time.

Jiu Qing and the others also looked forward to it for a long time, but a certain overbearing dragon did not allow others to enter his and his wife's room!

Therefore, everyone can only wait downstairs.

Soon, it was the time to reincarnate, and Mr. Long looked expectantly at the center of the room, already unable to use the big bud wrapped in brocade.

The outermost petals began to roll out a little bit.

Mu Wanwan was also awake, she could perceive the slightly hot sight of a certain dragon outside, touched his two slender and empty palms, suddenly thought of something, and awkwardly touched the inner layer of the bud. Of yourself.

Oh, she seems to have no accompanying clothes! And the bud of Mu Ling will disappear when it is fully opened, then she...

Realizing that if the wood spirit's buds were allowed to open like this, there would be an embarrassing scene that could not be faced, Mu Wanwan tightly clenched the last few petals that were about to open, leaving behind a certain dragon who was gradually panicking outside.

Why can't it drive halfway?

Aunt Hua said that although his wife became a demon after being reincarnated, her strength had gone back several levels, and his divine sense and spiritual power could not be used for the time being, and he did not dare to move the wood spirit rashly.

After waiting for a few minutes, Mr. Long decisively left the room and went to seek foreign aid.

Aunt Hua, who had been sitting under the restaurant drinking tea, heard his slightly eager voice, thought of something, and stood up immediately.

Nine Qing also said, "I'm with you too."

Mr. Long looked at her suddenly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, but still did not stop.

Jiu Qing rolled his eyes in his heart and went upstairs with Aunt Hua.

"You wait for us outside." Aunt Hua blocked a certain dragon who wanted to come in outside.

Looking at his pale complexion, Jiu Qing pretended to be scared and asked aunt Hua who was just about to go in, "Will Wanwan lose her memory?"

When her voice fell, she felt that the expression of the dragon in front of her suddenly solidified, and her black eyebrows swept across the pale and helpless, and her body seemed to be stiff for an instant, making him look so fragile.

She suddenly felt that this joke seemed a bit too much.

"Usually not." Aunt Hua didn't demolish Jiu Qing's platform on the spot. How could Mu Ling lose her memory when she reincarnated, "Okay, go in."

Jiu Qing closed the door and saw that the dragon looked inside with worry and fear. He felt that he was pitiful and that the dragon was really stupid. It was so powerful. There was nothing about how to face his lover. It usually looks like it. It seems pretty reliable, and I don't know how to prepare clothes for my wife at the critical moment.

However, perhaps it is precisely because of deep love, that the fear becomes like this because of a shadowless sentence of oneself.

Jiu Qing is a bit sour, maybe, not everyone is as scumbag as Ao Xue?

She suddenly wanted to try falling in love again.

When Jiu Qing was distracted, Aunt Hua could see through Mu Ling's situation at a glance, and she was a little surprised...

After all, the general reincarnated wood spirits are weak at the beginning, and it is not easy to grow into a teenage boy's body within seven days. Looking at Mu Wanwan, I am afraid that he looks like an adult.

Because she raised the wooden spirit directly to Mr. Long, she also saw the wooden spirit once in the next morning these days, and now she is so big, how much did the dragon feed Mu Wanwan in the past few days? Spiritual power?

"Okay, Wanwan, he is out." Aunt Hua smiled and said to Mu Ling.

Jiu Qing also recovered and took out the clothes he made before from Qiankun's bag, "I have changed a lot of clothes for you, and put them here. Aunt Hua and I will not look at you."

After speaking, the two of them turned their backs.

The wooden spirit flower buds that had been stagnant began to slowly unfold.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly put on the clothes Jiu Qing prepared on the ground before calling the two of them again, "Jiu Qing, Aunt Hua."

Her voice was the same as before, only softer.

Jiu Qing turned around without expectation, his eyes lit up...

The person in front of her was slightly shorter than her, with white skin, apricot eyes and red lips, long eyelashes, curved tails, and a round nose. His appearance was somewhat similar to the previous one, but there were some differences. Mu Wanwan's long black hair was draped, and she was wearing a light blue tutu skirt that she had modified. She showed a slender and fragile white neck. He looked up at her slightly, forming a nice arc.

She is obviously not a wicked look, but she looks like that between Gu and Pan.

If she and Haijiu are both bright and fiery-like, then Mu Wanwan is the kind of elegant and beautiful ink-like beauty.

Rao is her, after watching for a long time, she is a little moved.

"Wanwan." Jiu Qing was a little excited, as if he understood why those men prefer beautiful women. She also wants to have such a well-behaved little wife, "You are so beautiful."

"..." Mu Wanwan was praised when she came up, a little embarrassed, thinking of her help to herself and Mr. Long before, said, "Jiu Qing, thank you."

"What are you polite?" Jiu Qing couldn't hold back, came up and squeezed Mu Wanwan's face, "So tender."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She remembered that she was not a big beauty in the modern era. It was just a genre of Qingxiu. The original appearance is not much different from the original. How can you see Jiu Qing's reaction as if she is very beautiful...

"Okay, go out soon." Jiu Qing thought of the excessive joke he had just made, and he was afraid that the dragon outside had already waited until he was anxious.

Aunt Hua also said, "He is waiting for you outside."

Mu Wanwan also wanted to see Mr. Long, so he was not polite and walked outside the door.

"Click"

The door was gently pushed open, and she didn't see the dragon. She was a little strange. Why was the dragon not outside?

Their room was at the innermost corner, and a little darkened room around the corner.

Could it be that Mr. Long is there?

Mu Wanwan walked in for two steps, his eyes that hadn't practiced could only see a small area in front of him.

...

The wrist was clasped, and before Mu Wanwan could react, he ran into a somewhat hard embrace, and took two steps back uncontrollably, and leaned against the creaking door.

The caring palm of the dragon supported the back of her head, because she basically didn't notice any impact.

After coming in, Mu Wanwan found that the person who pulled her here was Mr. Long, she was not scared anymore, and even felt a little irritating, and he was reunited with his long absence, is he going to be the same as the male protagonist written in the romance novels? , Press her against the door and give her a fierce kiss?

Mu Wanwan recalled the plot he had seen before, and was slightly distracted, his vision seemed a little dazed, but in the eyes of a dragon, it became a stone hammer of her amnesia.

He felt his heart shrink at once, stinging like a needle.

"Wanwan." Mr. Long restrained his emotions and called her name, hard and hoarse, he wanted to ask her, but he still remembered himself.

"..." I called my name, do you want to start kissing?

Mu Wanwan was already prepared, a little embarrassed, and carefully reached out to clasp his waist, feeling that his long hair was making her a little itchy.

She even closed her eyes lightly, but after waiting for a while, she still didn't wait for the dragon to drop any kisses.

Mu Wanwan opened his eyes somewhat helplessly, and faced a certain dragon's red eyes.

I thought he was waiting for too long, plucking up the courage and blushing, "Mr. Long, kiss..."