After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

05

In the end, Mu Wanwan still couldn't swallow the porridge alone. She took the spoon, walked to the bed, filled a spoonful of clear porridge, and tentatively fed it into the tyrant's mouth.

Only his lips were pressed tightly because of the pain. Mu Wanwan tried several times, but he couldn't feed it.

She thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "Offended."

He grabbed a certain dragon's jaw with one hand, forcing him to open his mouth and feed the cold porridge.

I don't know if I was too hungry. Although he was seriously injured and disabled, the tyrant's body's thirst for food was still there. After the porridge was poured in, Mu Wanwan saw that he instinctively swallowed it.

There was a hint of joy in his eyebrows. If he could swallow on his own, it would really save her too much trouble.

It's just, maybe it was because she accidentally fed her a little too fast just now, some soup snaked down the corners of his lips, and there was a shimmering light, just...it felt weird.

Mu Wanwan's face was a little red, and he reached out and wiped the water from the corner of his mouth as if covering his ears and stealing a bell. Just as he was about to finish feeding the remaining half bowl of porridge, he heard Fu Liu's bad voice from outside the door, "Madam, are you okay?"

Mu Wanwan thought for a while, and poured the porridge into the porcelain bowl on the table. Before going out, she couldn't help but glance at Mr. Long who was lying on the bed, and said softly, "I'll be back soon."

She closed the door and followed Fuliu out of the yard. The air was much fresher, but Mu Wanwan's heart was not at ease when she was by the tyrant's side.

Beside him, although the eyes and nose are a little uncomfortable, but once you get used to it, it will be fine.

Although the dragon with broken horns and tail is ugly, at least it will not hurt her, nor will she disgust her like Bai Shuiyao. With Mr. Long, there is no worry that he may be killed at any time.

"It's here." Fuliu opened the door of the ancestral hall, "Madam, today is the last day."

Mu Wanwan nodded and knelt in front of a group of golden tablets under her indifferent gaze.

Her knee was a little swollen, she knelt on the smooth and cold ground, with a sting like a needle stick, Mu Wanwan gasped in pain.

"Kneel well." Fuliu threw off these words, and walked away with the food box. Mu Wanwan quietly changed to a more comfortable position, and looked up at the golden tablets that he had taken in the novel.

These tablets were different from what she saw on TV and in real life. The whole body was covered with golden light, and there was a hazy white light covering the outside, like a protective cover, which protected these tablets tightly.

The tablet is engraved with the words of this world. Because of the memory of the original body, Mu Wanwan can read the words on it—

"The first leader, Long Ying of the Golden Dragon Clan..."

"The first leader, Ao Ming of the Qinglong clan..."

From high to low, there are a total of eleven tablets, the golden dragon, the blue dragon, the red dragon, the black dragon, and the white dragon. Each clan has someone to become the leader. The eleventh leader is also the leader before the tyrant, Ao Bing of the Qinglong tribe.

Ao Bing, Ao Qin......

They are father and son, but now the leader of the tyrant is Mr. Long.

Mu Wanwan was sensitively aware that there seemed to be something wrong, and suddenly flashed in his mind a passage from the book describing the friendship between the tyrant and Ao Qin—

"When he was young, the five-clawed, black-and-white-gold spotted deformed dragon has now become the first dragon in the dragon race to break through the seventh rank. According to the rules, as long as he can break the dragon's horns of the previous leader, he can become the new leader. .

This leader, Ao Bing, is already very old. He was seriously injured in the battle with the leader of the Wu clan a few days ago. Once he loses his horn, he is bound to decay and die quickly. But even so, the tyrant still showed no mercy. When he squeezed the bloody broken corner with blood in his hands and smiled against the terrified faces of countless dragons, it was Ao Qin who took a step forward and said congratulations first. "

Mu Wanwan didn't feel anything when reading the novel at that time, but now, kneeling in the cold ancestral hall, looking at Ao Bing's tablet, and then connecting with Mr. Long's miserable appearance of being left in the bedroom after his defeat, he feels that he It seems to touch some truth.

"Madam seems to be looking very seriously?" A cold voice suddenly came from behind, Mu Wanwan was startled, looked back on a conditioned reflex, and met Ao Qin's handsome smiling face.

"I........"

There was a strong pressure in the air at some point, Mu Wanwan's forehead slid down in cold sweat, and he was suppressed and speechless.

Ao Qin followed her previous gaze, glanced at Ao Bing's tablet indifferently, then turned his eyes away carelessly, stretched out his white and slender palm, and pressed it lightly on her shoulder, he smiled kindly. , but made Mu Wanwan feel cold all over her body, "What is Madam guessing?"

When did Mu Wanwan endure such pressure, she only felt stuffy in her chest, but when she regained her senses, her mouth was full of fishy sweetness.

"Madam, I'm very sorry." Ao Qin lazily withdrew his coercion, "I just entered the sixth rank, and my grasp of spiritual power is not very accurate."

Mu Wanwan's throat was filled with the smell of blood, she was so nervous that she could hardly speak—

For the first time, she clearly realized that the world is dangerous, and she is so weak.

"It's me who has overstepped," Ao Qin withdrew his hand and rolled his eyes, "Don't be nervous, Madam, I won't do anything to you."

"From tomorrow onwards, Madam won't have to kneel at the ancestral hall every day." Ao Qin said in a low voice, seeming to be respectful, "Please take good care of Your Majesty."

Mu Wanwan's face was pale, and when he saw Ao Qin finished speaking, he was about to leave. Thinking of a certain dragon's tragic wound, he gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Ao Qin."

Ao Qin stopped and looked suspiciously at this blessing prop in his eyes, which was no different from an ant.

"Can you..." Mu Wanwan gritted his teeth, "Give me some medicine, your majesty's injury..."

"Is there no elixir yet, Your Majesty?" Ao Qin narrowed his eyes and seemed to be very annoyed and surprised by this matter. "Madam, please rest assured, I definitely won't watch those servants treat Your Majesty like this."

"The elixir will be delivered to you soon." Ao Qin smiled, "How can I say, Your Majesty is also my friend, I will not allow these servants to bully him."

Mu Wanwan thought that if I believed in you, there was a ghost, but there was still a happy smile on his face, and he thanked him several times in his mocking eyes.