I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Part 71

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Mu Wanwan had been with a certain dragon in a sober state for three or four days.

After she thoroughly understood that Mr. Long is such an awkward dragon, she now has a new understanding of how to get along with him.

A new day starts by saying hello to the awkward dragon.

"Mr. Long, early!"

Get a cold nod.

"Mr. Long, do you want to change to a different flavor of Lingguo today?"

In exchange for a mute "random."

"Mr. Long, your scales are dried and I put them away."

This time the dragon was a little embarrassed, the breeder Mu Wanwan got a pair of shy and shaking ears.

"Mr. Long, the sun is out outside."

Mu Wanwan glanced outside. The sun shines through the clouds and shines on the cleaned yard. It looks warm. She stopped the movement of tidying up Mengmeng in her hand and moved towards the person who was sitting in a wheelchair and didn't know what she was doing. A certain dragon said, "I'll push you to go outside to bask in the sun."

"I remember when I first met you, I thought that if I could save money to buy a wheelchair one day." Mu Wanwan didn't wait for his response, and went straight to him and pushed the dragon outside.

The wind is not strong today, and the snow in the yard has melted a lot. Mu Wanwan brought the ling chicken and Mengmeng out for the sun, and some newly cultivated ling plants are also stretching their branches and leaves in the sun.

Long tilted his head slightly, holding the last middle-grade spirit stone she just stuffed into her hand, looking at the blue sky surrounded by the yard, his heart was hot...

The spiritual power in his body has almost recovered. In the past two days, I don't know if it's because of her feeding well or something. The curse on his body has been lightened a bit, and his strength has returned to the previous level of 50%. According to his previous plan, he wants Just leave.

He pretended not to care and glanced at Mu Wanwan, who moved a small bench and sat next to him. Her dark black eyes were illuminated by the sun like light black colored glaze. She looked up slightly and could see his eyelashes dyed with golden light. , The fine hairs on Mr. Long's handsome and pale face are all golden, and the curse lines on his face seem to be much dim.

What an ugly dragon, it's obviously pretty.

Mu Wanwan was handsome again by him. He retracted his eyes uncomfortably. Thinking of something, he took out a small Qiankun bag from his pocket. Without asking his opinion, he put the Qiankun bag in his hand and touched it. His warm fingertips quickly retracted his hand.

Mu Wanwan lowered his head slightly, and stared at Mao Tweet, who was trying hard to sell cute not far away, but said words that care about the dragon: "Mr. Long, I have saved for a few days, you may be able to use it."

After that night, although Mr. Long was still very awkward during the day, he gradually returned to his previous state. Mu Wanwan saw that his legs were getting better, and he could rely on his own strength to support the bed since yesterday.

He gradually got better, and Mu Wanwan could feel it. In the novel she read at the beginning, the plot arrived soon after Mr. Long woke up. Although she didn't know the plot behind, but Long Bacheng also endured a lot. a lot of.

Seeing that he was so sincere and secretly holding his hand these few nights, she stopped worrying about this awkward dragon, and prepared more pills for him, hoping that he would recover soon.