I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Accepting the seemingly very good advice from the Longchens, and recalling that Mrs. Long did have some uncomfortable expressions this morning, Mr. Long felt that he should do something.

"I beg her for forgiveness, cook for her, and call her whatever you want."

Mr. Long whispered what the little Zilong had just said, thoughtfully.

When cooking, he remembered that his wife seemed to prefer to eat a kind of shrimp from the bottom of the sea.

Mr. Long carefully packed the dragon horn lotus, shrinking into an inch, and went to the bottom of the sea.

After searching for a long time, he found a third-order deep-sea silver thread shrimp. He cut off only the tenderest part and prepared to take it back to his wife to eat.

But soon, the dragon fell into a new round of entanglement...

Long…

Can't cook.

When he was young, there was no chance, no food and firewood for him to toss.

He was older and wandered all the time. When he was wandering, the dragon was still growing. He couldn't get enough to eat just the cooked ingredients, so he either didn't eat it, or he ate a lot at a time.

After becoming the Dragon King, there is no need to cook.

Therefore, when he returned home lightly, facing the cold pot and stove in the kitchen, the strongest of our Dragon Continent wanted to please Mrs. Mrs. and was completely at a loss.

About an hour later...

Mu Wanwan woke up in an unspeakable taste.

She felt as if her body had been run over by a truck, and she felt very aching everywhere.

His mind gradually became clear, all the absurd memories of the previous few days flooded up, and Mu Wanwan caught a glimpse of the red marks on his wrists, and his cheeks were astonishingly hot.

"Madam." The door was pushed open, outside the red curtain, Mr. Long, who finally finished the meal, held the plate and called her softly.

Mu Wanwan heard his voice, subconsciously stretched out his hand to tighten the quilt, and his voice was a little nervous, "You, you go out first."

She spoke with a hoarse voice, several degrees lower than usual.

"The dragon wants to be with Madam." A certain dragon over there seemed to have a deep sense of taste.

Mu Wanwan had to lie down under the quilt again. Before she had time to drill, she saw a somewhat slender palm lift the curtain, and Mr. Long squeezed in with a plate.

She glanced at the bruise that hadn't faded from the corners of his lips, and thought of some indescribable pictures, a little uncomfortable.

"Madam, do you want to eat something first."

Mr. Long shook his ears, with a smear of dust on his cheeks. I don’t know what caused it to be burnt. The food on the plate in his hand is also a bit wrong. Although it looks normal in color, how does it smell? How strange.

just…

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little soft when he looked at it with such small eyes.

"You go out first, I'll change my clothes."

"Madam." The dragon's tail sounded a little longer, and his voice was still cold, but he said a little like a baby, "The dragon doesn't want to go out."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She silently glanced at a certain dragon who had suddenly become very clingy when her nature was exposed, and simply put her head in the quilt and ignored him.

Mr. Long's eyes flashed a touch of helplessness, he put the plate aside, slowly wiped his cheeks, deliberately smeared with ashes for sympathy, wrapped his long arms, wrapped it into a silkworm baby's pasture. Wan was in his arms.

"Let go." Mu Wanwan's voice was dull.

Although the two had already had skin-to-skin relationship in the past few days, and had seen everything that should have been seen, she was still a little embarrassed to just change clothes like this.

However, this dragon is about to be awakened, he knows this well, he is so heavy, Mu Wanwan feels a little uncomfortable.

"Then the dragon goes out, and the lady can help the dragon wash his scales later?"

Mr. Long whispered a small willful request in her ear.

"Ok."

Wan always complied, saying coldly that he could agree to Xiaojiao's wife's request.

Xiaojiao's wife smiled happily, with a shallow pear vortex sinking on her cheek.

After a sticky dragon finally left the room, Mu Wanwan endured the discomfort all over and quickly changed her clothes. She was actually refreshed. After waking up, there were deep marks on her wrists. Also faded.

The things left by Xiaojiao's wife were basically absorbed.

Mu Wanwan was a little unbearable and covered her face. Her current body is so talented, isn't it the same as Mr. Long who suddenly regained consciousness to some extent?

She didn't think about the shameful question as long as she touched it. She hurriedly washed up before leaving the house.

The sunshine outside was just right, Xiao Jiao’s wife and dragon sat on a stool, carefully holding food that smelled bad in her wide palms, and the white and soft hairs that grew on her ears fluttered slightly with the wind. .

When he heard the sound, he turned his head, and the dark eyebrows were coated with a light gold layer by the sun.

When he saw her, he smiled nonchalantly and unrepressively.

Mu Wanwan felt warm in her heart, moved her soft and soft legs a little bit hard, and paced to him.

"Yuanwan." Mr. Long stood up, pressed his beloved wife on the stool, and pushed forward the plate of shrimp that still looked silver and translucent. "Try it?"

Expecting light flashed in his eyes, Mu Wanwan picked up a piece of shrimp and slowly put it into his mouth.

Almost instantly, an indescribable smell filled her whole mouth.

To say it’s unpalatable to the point that it’s hard to swallow, but it’s definitely not delicious, basically it has no taste, and it smells bad...

Even though Mu Wanwan had quickly concealed the distortion of his expression for a moment, he was still seen by Mr. Long.

"It's okay." Mu Wanwan swallowed a slice of shrimp meat, glanced at his usual look, and then picked up another slice.

Mr. Long squeezed her wrist and ate the shrimp she had just picked up with a natural look.

"The dragon is hungry." Mr. Long sat next to her, "Madam, feed the dragon."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She thought the dragon was really boring, but she couldn't refuse. When she recovered, a plate of shrimp meat had been eaten by Mr. Long, and the last piece was just bitten in his mouth.

Mu Wanwan looked at his purple lips, no matter how slow he came to understand, he should be reluctant to let her eat those prawns that were not very delicious.

Although it may have taken him a long time to do it specifically for her.

With a warm heart, Mu Wanwan leaned over and kissed Mr. Long's lips, and shared the unpalatable piece of shrimp with him.

But kissing and kissing, there seems to be something wrong.

It turned out that the dragon was not washed, but Mu Wanwan herself was washed by the dragon over and over again.

Even later, the dragon was quite excited and turned into a half-dragon shape...

After Wan Zong was squeezed dry, he unfortunately broke through the limits of his human body.

…

The newly-married Yan'er, the glue-like days passed very quickly, when Mu Wanwan finally adapted to the needs of a certain dragon, and also adapted to the status of "Queen Empress", more than three months had passed since their big marriage.

The chaos in the dragon territory caused by the previous power conflagration has also been calmed down. Most of the newly promoted dragon officials are very responsible. Mr. Long has copied the old nests of the Jinlong and Qinglong tribes, and spent most of the countless treasures and gold coins. On the people who suffered heavy losses in the war before.

He left some treasures, some of which were given to those who had helped them in the war before, and some were sent to the Special Life Alliance, thanking them for taking care of his wife before.

As for the money he had accumulated and the treasures he received in the land of inheritance, they were all packed into the high-level mustard space and handed over to the lady.

He has become so poor again, and he can only rely on the dragon that his wife raises.

Under the management of Mr. Long and Long Chen, people soon recovered from the disaster and gradually led a normal life.

After more than a month, everything was settled, and Mr. Long was ready to take his wife and the eldest son who had not yet hatched, all over the world.

Before they left, they received a lot of transmission orders, and even some indescribable books.

Jiu Qing sent a copy, Aunt Hua sent a copy, and even the little purple dragon with a good impression of Mu Wanwan also sent a copy.

What's amazing is that what Jiu Qing sent was only ordinary, and what Hua Aunt sent was about some common sense, and she could still accept it.

The little Zilong, who didn't know what he was thinking, actually sent a copy of Double Cultivation Techniques.

Oh, Long saw his eyes lit up, don't think she didn't see it!

Last time she promised the half-dragon shape, she was already half-lived, and she said nothing this time!

Mu Wanwan made up his mind not to let Mr. Long succeed, but he didn't save his face in front of his subordinates.

After sending away those dragon officials, Mu Wanwan returned to the room and hugged Mengmeng, who was still an egg.

It has been four or five months since Mengmeng Nirvana, but this phoenix egg has only grown a little and a half, Mu Wanwan can easily hold it in her arms, and she can feel the breath of life inside. The thicker it is, it is estimated that it will not be far from Mengmeng breaking the shell.

Mr. Long put away the sound transmission order and the books he received, and looked at her with a smile, "Madam, let's go."

Mu Wanwan nodded and was held in his arms.

Their first stop was in the mouth of Mr. Long, a lake that was said to be very beautiful in the territory of the dragon clan.

Mu Wanwan opened his eyes and saw a piece of wood that was not lush. In the middle of the wood, there was a blue lake with light golden waves, which was very beautiful.

The lake is on a very high mountain, and it is late spring now, but the temperature here is not high, and the humid wind blows through it, which is very comfortable.

Mr. Long kissed her on the forehead, "Madam, I will build a house."

But his voice fell, but he did not move, his expression was a little joyful.

"What's the matter?" Mu Wanwan paused, feeling the movement of the phoenix egg in his arms, and couldn't help his heart beating, "Quickly, take out the spare bed in the space or something."

Mr. Long was a little flustered, such a delicate and elegant dragon, at this moment, he was in a hurry. When he took out the bed and veil and other things, the phoenix egg in Mu Wanwan's arms had cracked many cracks.

Mu Wanwan carefully placed the phoenix egg on the soft bed, Mr. Long held the veil in his hand, and the sound of "cracking" was small, and one person and one dragon nervously looked at the cracked phoenix egg.

"Tweet..."

"Tweet!"

Mother!

Accompanied by the immature tweeting, the cuteness they had been looking forward to for a long time finally returned to them again.

He quickly crawled out of the shell and was wiped clean by the old father.

"Tweet!"

Mengmeng also touched Mr. Long's palm half intimately and called his father. Mu Wanwan saw that the dragon's nervous hands were shaking, and she wanted to laugh a little.

The Mengmeng that has just hatched after Nirvana is much larger than the small hairballs before. The hairs all over the body are snow white, and the young feathers on the head have also become two.

He did not lose his memory because of Nirvana, but became more mature.