I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan was a little uncomfortable.

In the dream, she seemed to be pressed by the evil dragon in the hot lava. The evil dragon possessed weapons that made her at a loss, plundering like a dominator. She struggled to open her eyes several times, but there was only a pair of golden verticals in her sight. Hitomi.

Sometimes the dragon is very gentle, as if to comfort her little prey, but most of the time, it is ferocious that she can't describe.

This was repeated for a long time, and the light was bright and dark, but she seemed to be unable to distinguish between day and night.

When Mu Wanwan couldn't bear the tears, the terrible dragon seemed to realize that the prey was a bit fragile and could not be eaten in one go. His large palm touched her cheek and kissed the teardrops she had fallen.

He called her name dumbly, and with a loud voice, containing the burning emotion that she couldn't ignore, he abruptly pulled Mu Wanwan out of his sleep.

She opened her eyes and met the watery, shining long-horned Mr. Long. Angrily, she raised her limp legs and kicked a certain dragon with effort, "Go away."

This is the heaviest thing she said to this dragon!

However, Mu Wanwan's excessively used voice was dumb and terrifying, and the ending sound was weak, and she spoke alive as if she was acting like a baby.

"it is good."

Mr. Long chuckled, saying okay, but his limbs were entangled like an octopus. He hugged her from behind and put his chin on her neck. "Madam says everything is fine."

"That, then you, get out."

Mu Wanwan's forehead was wet and clinging to her forehead, and she couldn't say the complete sentence. She half-closed her eyes, and she could see the slightly pink tooth marks on her drooping wrist. Her mood was complicated...

The dragon did not understand anything as she thought, or rather, only understood a little bit.

But in the light of the fact that both of them will be husbands and wives in the future, and they can't live in the same way as before, she gave some guidance. As a result...

Mu Wanwan was a little bit eager to cry without tears, but after he got something, it seemed like he had opened up the second line of Ren and Du. I don't know if it was the talent of the dragon clan. He made rapid progress. He blushed while crying and tossed her, she hadn't cry.

Really, too much.

"Banwan." Mr. Long, who had been annoyed by Mrs. Shisui knowing that the success of her temperance, had a long tail, called her in a soft and coquettish voice, just like a milk dragon.

However, even the good-tempered Mu Wanwan was really angry this time. She simply closed her eyes and ignored him. She was so tired that she really wanted to rest.

"Madam..." She was aggrieved when she didn't speak, and called her several times.

"Tired." Mu Wanwan spit out the word, and he was really exhausted to sleep completely.

Mr. Long was still very excited, but he also realized that he was a bit too much and didn't bother her to sleep anymore, got up and covered her with a quilt.

His lips are a little torn, and they look a little bruised.

In fact, it is reasonable that he is such a powerful person with a body defense force close to the full level, and his lips will break, which is very intriguing.

How did one break.

The other is, why is it broken, according to the powerful repairing power of the dragon family, but it is not intact?

Mr. Long blinked slyly, stretched out his hand and fished it in the air, and there was a dark black brocade with a low neckline in his hand. The hem of the clothes was turned over, and most of the traces that "can't be" disappeared on his body were blocked.

From the wedding to the present, three or four days have passed, and there should be a lot of things that need to be dealt with in the territory of the Dragon Race.

Slowly walked to the bed, lifted the red curtains, Mr. Long kissed Mu Wanwan's forehead lightly, and reported in a low voice, "The dragon is out."

Mu Wanwan gave a vague "um", and the long eyebrows curled up, and the next moment, he was no longer in the room.

...

The newly promoted Dragon Clan officials, after disappearing from the Lord for a few days, finally saw their Lord.

In the past few days, I have accumulated a lot of things that need to be consulted, so that the new courtiers of the Black Dragon and Zilong Clan can't find anyone anxiously get angry.

"My lord, the minister has something to report." A small dragon of the Zilong clan saw Mr. Long who suddenly appeared in the main hall, knelt on the ground neatly and caused a series of recent disturbances caused by the destruction of most of the Qinglong clan. Said it.

"I see." After he finished speaking, Mr. Long nodded, indicating that he understood these things and issued some instructions in response to these situations.

After the slightly boring reports were all finished, the few courtiers were just about to leave, when they heard that the monarch who was said to kill the dragon without blinking his eyes and dirty hands, his voice was rarely so cold.

"We got married a few days ago, thank you Longchen for offering gifts."

The courtier of the Zilong tribe was a little panicked, his head bowed terribly, "It's what the courtier should do."

His voice fell, and the remaining dragons hurriedly agreed, for fear that he said something wrong and upset the king in front of him.

Mr. Long's phoenix eyes squinted, indeed a little unhappy, "Why, your heads are too heavy, don't you want to look up at the lonely?"

The little dragon of the Zilong clan was about to cry in fright. He looked up at him tremblingly, and Mr. Long's slightly displeased expression reflected in his big eyes, and he deliberately pulled the collar.

Unexpectedly, seeing the mark on the noble and cruel gentleman’s neck, Zilong lifted his eyelids, and caught a glimpse of the broken corners of his lips, thinking of the big marriage he had just mentioned, and felt as if he understood it. Something.

The other black dragons were a bit irony, but they looked at Mr. Long with awe and fear.

One of the young and inexperienced black dragons said dumbly, "My lord, are you injured?"

He was a little shocked, "Who can make you hurt?"

His lord is the strongest in the mainland.

"Heh." Mr. Long had already smiled unclearly, his eyes fell on him, "What do you think?"

Seeing that the silly friend seemed to have committed a crime, Zilong Xiaoyoung pinched his thigh fiercely, his palms were sweaty, "Jun, Queen... really, really amazing."

The oppressive sight disappeared, and finally heard a satisfactory answer, a certain dragon turned around eagerly, "Yeah."

The little black dragon empress realized that she seemed to have escaped, and looked at the little purple dragon with grateful eyes, and got a big white eye as she wished.

They actually want to leave the hall to deal with the affairs of the territory as soon as possible. After all, staying with the powerhouse beyond the seventh step, even if he doesn't do anything, he will be under tremendous psychological pressure.

but……

Mr. Long did not say that they could leave, and they could not move.

The hall fell into a weird silence. Zilong looked at the cold lord and thought of something, then turned to them and said, "If you accidentally annoy your lady, what should you do?"

The three black dragons with no experience and no object looked at each other: "..."

Mr. Long raised his eyebrows, and the little Zilong who was the only one who pursued him immediately blurted out under tremendous pressure, "I beg her forgiveness, cook for her, and hit whatever she wants."

When he finished speaking, he was in a cold sweat.

Why is he so dizzy, his target is a purple dragon who is not weaker than him, and it is common to get angry with his feet and slap him in the face. He usually cooks and eats, if he eats it. If there are more subjects, he will bite him, but every time he begs for mercy, the subject gets better, so he always thinks that the little purple dragon, who is smaller than him but eats more than him, is the world's most invincible target.

However, he doesn't want to be okay, the one in front of him is the lord of the dragon clan.

The back of the purple dragon was chilly, and the other three black dragons also gave him sympathetic gazes, but never thought that their lord thought for a while, and took out a not-good-looking purse from the cuffs, which was embroidered like ears and broken With a horn-like pattern, a few shiny gems were drawn out of it.

"Yes, reward."

The purple dragon who took the gem and turned into a flatterer thoughtfully: "...The monarch's purse is so beautiful."

"Yeah." Mr. Long approvingly gave Zilong a look of "young man, you are very promising and visionary", waved his hand, "Let's go away."

After speaking, he disappeared in the main hall, leaving three black dragons with three bewildered faces: "..."

Zilong wiped his cold sweat, facing three friends who had a fairly good relationship, he explained in a dumbfounded manner, "Lord, he."

"He is a dazzling wife and crazy dragon!"

The black dragons who seem to understand something: "..."