I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan looked at the big white hair **** in front of him, which was much bigger than before, and felt a little hot in his eyes.

Her cuteness is back.

"Tweet!" She seemed to have sensed the fluctuations in Mu Wanwan's mood, Mengmeng very intimately stretched out her small, not densely furry wings, and patted Mu Wanwan's hand, a little itchy.

Mr. Long's expression also softened, and he stretched out his slender fingers to touch the feathers on Mengmeng's head.

This nirvana is of great significance to Mengmeng, the blood in the body is more pure, not to mention, the ability is also stronger.

However, although he did not lose his memory, he was a cub that had just hatched from a phoenix egg. He still couldn't speak now, he could only make tender chirps.

Therefore, a certain dragon didn't know if it was intentional. After putting away the eggshell, he lit Mengmeng's little head and said to him, "Mengmeng, your name will be Longmengyu from now on."

Mu Wanwan, who was still immersed in the joy of reuniting with Mengmeng for a long time: "..."

Regarding Mengmeng's name, she has always thought about the future, and she will talk to Mr. Long or change it.

"Huh?" Mengmeng was confused by him and didn't react.

"Your name." Mr. Long repeated again, "Long Mengyu."

The air fell silent for a while, and Mengmeng seemed to be digesting the name. After a while, she seemed to understand. She turned her head slowly in Mu Wanwan's a little nervous gaze, and her two **** eyes became wavy again. Up.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

For the next half day, Mengmeng said that she would ignore Mr. Long, and she kept lying in Mu Wanwan's arms and did not want to raise her head!

Xiaojiao’s wife’s old father, Long, was a little bit aggrieved. With his wife’s slightly ridiculous sympathetic gaze, he obediently swept out a clearing by the lake and cut down trees to build a house.

Mu Wanwan was broken by the dragon a few days ago, and now Mengmeng has just hatched, and she wants to get some food for him, so she didn’t help this time, and she quietly hugged Fat Chuu and sat on a stool. Staying in the enchantment, watching the dust flying outside, flashing silver light from time to time in the aisles.

"Tweet."

After a while, the hair in his arms arched and looked up at her...

Mengmeng is a boy.

Mu Wanwan rubbed his hairy head, "Well, Mengmeng is a boy."

"Tweet."

Then why is it called Mengyu.

Mu Wanwan: "...Well, doesn't Mengmeng like this name?"

"Tweet, twee."

Will it be recognized as a girl's name?

Mu Wanwan: "...no."

"Tweet."

Mengmeng is Baifeng, why should she be named Long.

Mu Wanwan: "...probably because Mr. Long's surname is Long."

"Tweet!"

Mengmeng can be surnamed Mu!

Mu Wanwan: "..."

What Mengmeng said is really reasonable, she thought about it, and said, "It's not as good as Mengmeng, and it will be called Long Muyu from now on, how about?"

The other Mengmeng thought for a while, then tweeted her agreement in a small voice.

Mengmeng is already a big bastard, and the name must be approved by Mengmeng herself!

Mu Wanwan wanted to laugh a little, looking at the gradually taking shape of the house outside, she fell into new thoughts...

Although both she and Mr. Long knew that it was difficult for two people who were not weak in strength and talented to have children of their own, and you knew that from Uncle Zong and Aunt Yun.

But despite this, one person and one dragon occasionally still think about what to do if you really have a baby.

But about the name, she hasn't thought about it yet.

Mu Wanwan walked away and returned to his senses, the Fat Chuo in his arms had fallen asleep, and Mr. Long over there had already built the house.

The enchantment spread, and Mr. Long fell next to Mu Wanwan. Seeing that Mengmeng was closing his eyes, she released her divine sense in a hooked manner and poked Mu Wanwan, "Madam, the house is built."

Mu Wanwan also carefully released his divine consciousness, "I see."

One person and one dragon naively communicate with their spirits, but in fact, they will not hear when they speak softly and cutely!

Mu Wanwan put Mengmeng in something that Mr. Long didn't know when he made a baby stroller, and watched that Long gave him a soundproof barrier before setting up the house with Mr. Long.

The house built by Mr. Long this time is not a small wooden house with only one room like before. It is a small yard with a much more complicated structure. Even Mengmeng has a small house alone, which is a little bit away from theirs. Too!

"Mengmeng said, he doesn't want to be called Long Mengyu." When passing a corner, Mu Wanwan thought about it and said it.

Mr. Long showed a slightly injured expression for an instant, his ears drooped aggrievedly, and angrily rubbed Mu Wanwan into his arms.

She was strangled by him so she couldn't breathe, and she pressed against his chest, "But he is willing to call Long Muyu."

When her voice fell, she felt that she was being held tighter, and there was some joy in the dragon's voice, "Okay."

"Long Muyu, it sounds good." Mr. Long kissed her ear softly and said a little shyly, "Madam, if there is a baby in the future..."

After he finished speaking, he let go of Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan watched him look at his shining golden eyes, and suddenly felt a bad feeling.

In the next second, she heard the dragon say...

"The boy's name is Long Mujiao, and the girl's name is Long Mutian. Does the madam think it sounds nice?"

Mu Wanwan: "...?"

She was wrong, she shouldn't have provided Mr. Long with new ideas, these two names are too strange!

"Mengmeng is still sleeping." The dragon thought about something, and his face was a little red. "There just happens to be a lake. Madam will help the dragon wash the scales, OK?"

Mu Wanwan nodded, she had promised to help Mr. Long wash the scales before, but the result has been delayed until now.

When one person and one dragon arrived at the lake, the slightly hot wind scattered on the lake, and Mu Wanwan went down and could see the clear bottom of the lake.

Maybe she's done everything, Xiaojiao's wife Long is much bolder than before, and she quickly turned into a half-dragon shape, and jumped into the lake to look up at her.

Mu Wanwan: "...Wait, isn't the scale washing your prototype?"

After the dragon swam around, the golden tail lifted up, shining with water, "Wash it like this..."

He is probably a little weak, with a hint of red at the end of his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled and drooped.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She knew what the consequences would be if she nodded, but in the face of such an invitation, President Wan agreed.

So when Mengmeng woke up again, she found that her mother seemed to have been bitten by many insects, and there were so many red marks on her body.

"Tweet!"

Is there a bug that actually bullied my mother? Mengmeng can roast all the bugs!

Facing Mu Wanwan's slightly accusing eyes and Mengmeng's speech, Mr. Long touched his nose in embarrassment.

After a few more days, in a sunny day, Mu Wanwan finally succeeded in washing the dragon.

She looked at the giant dragon lying in front of her, looked at the pieces of golden scales that were many times larger than her whole body and were not very dirty, then looked at the wooden brush in her hand, and silently began to give The prototype of Mr. Long took a bath.

The whole process lasted for a long, long time. Sometimes when she was tired, the dragon would transform into a human form, take her back, and by the way, make use of the exercises given by the little purple dragon to achieve a double cultivation achievement.

Neither of them cares about the time...

Mu Wanwan helped Mr. Long clean up his scales every day, gave Mengmeng an enlightenment education, and occasionally practiced alchemy and cooked meals.

Mr. Long obediently allowed his wife to play around, giving Mengmeng a training education, occasionally going out to deal with some things, looking for ingredients, and practicing with his wife!

Every day, Mengmeng wakes up first, and then is taught by her old mother to have a bottom line to be a twee, and to be a kind twee, even if there are many spiritual stones in the twee, it is not possible to directly smash a person's face with a spiritual stone. After that, you can eat, and then be taught by the old father to do tweet, you must be able to fight, how to practice, how to use wings and flames to scorch the bad guys who try to bully the old mother and tweet.

When sleeping at night, Mengmeng will quietly look forward to her younger siblings...

If you have younger siblings, you shouldn’t have to be educated for so long every day, right?

Simple days make it easy to forget the time. After finally cleaning up the prototype of Mr. Long, they have lived in this place for more than three months, and time slowly climbed into the midsummer.

In the night before they were about to leave, Mengmeng was put to sleep in a smaller room.

The dragon was a little excited and kept pestering her. After another time it was difficult to describe, he stopped. Mu Wanwan felt that his whole dragon was a little stiff, "get up, get up."

"Wan, Wanwan..." Long was a little incoherent, and her voice contained emotions she didn't understand, "Dragon cub..."

Mu Wanwan was also a little stunned by him, his brain was white for a moment, and he slowed down and hurriedly looked inside his body.

Mu Ling's body is different from ordinary human beings. In her dantian, which was originally filled with spiritual energy, there were two more small beings that could not be discovered without careful investigation.