I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Part 87

His ears gradually recovered, and Mu Wanwan held the Qinglong voice transmission order for a long time, and finally waited for the news that Ao Qin gave an angry and helpless "retreat" order.

She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it would be safe for the time being. Looking back, she could no longer see the shadow of any person or dragon, and she looked down at the cascading clouds.

Mr. Long's speed is very fast, she doesn't know where they are now.

After carefully closing the sound transmission, Mu Wanwan felt dizzy in his head, and unspeakable pain in his chest and back.

Mu Wanwan wiped the blood from his cheeks and shook his head, trying to ignore the abnormal pain in his body.

They have just gotten out of trouble now, and Mr. Long has lost so many scales, she has to hurry up and take out their stock.

Mu Wanwan stood up with Mao's ears supported, looked at the pocket-sized pill bottle in his hand, and looked down at the enlarged scales of Mr. Long whose scales were larger than her feet, and his stomach surged.

She is caught in a new problem. What can she do to get the pill for the giant Mr. Long?

It's just that she hasn't been confused for long before she feels that the world in front of her is lit up...

They seemed to have broken away from the **** clouds. After flying high, there were wisps of clouds and mist in their sight, and the sun was faintly visible.

Mr. Long's speed was very fast, and his long and low groan sounded in his ears, which made Mu Wanwan feel that dream and reality were connected for a moment.

Suddenly leaning a little, Mu Wanwan quickly squeezed the pill bottle with one hand, and grabbed Mr. Long's ear with the other.

But that ear was also rapidly getting smaller, and she couldn't stand firmly, and directly fell to the side with the person wearing the aura.

The pale white cloud came in along the edge of the spiritual qi cover, and the slightly cool and damp feeling made Mu Wanwan shiver, and the weightlessness was obvious. She fell off Mr. Long's head, and she opened her eyes to see the constant The appearance of Mr. Long becoming smaller...

Beautiful golden-white scales, most of them are golden, and there are very few white ones.

The huge golden pupils, with broken corners of lustrous luster, are hideous and gorgeous.

A dazzling light flashed in front of her eyes, Mu Wanwan closed her eyes subconsciously, only to feel that the wind in her ears was broken open, and a force came through her waist, and the wind that hurt her cheeks disappeared, and she opened her eyes and met Mr. Long. Eichhornia crassipes.

He didn't look very good, his face and lips were a little pale, his eyes fixed on her cheek, his face was gloomy and terrible.

The broken corner on Mr. Long's forehead still exudes a radiant light, and Mu Wanwan saw a dark blood stain moistened in front of his light black robe.

"You are hurt."

His thin lips moved, as if he was saying something, but Mu Wanwan couldn't hear him for the time being, and could only feel his lips pressed tightly, as if he was full of anger.

She wanted to hug him, but was afraid that she would press his wound.

This dragon, from the first encounter to the present, has been continuously injured.

Mu Wanwan noticed the blood on his chest, but didn't realize that the light blue dress on his body was already stained with blood.

Being shocked by the aftermath of the battle, is it not just a slight injury to the ear temporarily deaf?