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

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In the end, Mu Wanwan rubbed Mao Chiu and Long together. I didn't know what kind of tit was Mao Chiu. It seemed to like the water. While tweeting, he was flapping his wings in the bucket. Happy.

Because he had to take care of it, Mu Wanwan didn't brush Mr. Long's scales. After the simple cleaning, he let the dragon soak in the bucket, first dry Mao Chiu with a tent, and stuff it into its exclusive Small bed.

In order to prevent Mengmeng from running randomly, Mu Wanwan tied his claws this time.

"Tweet~!" Moe Moe screamed in excitement, very comfortable lying on the mat, it turned into a fragrant little chirp, gratifying.

Mu Wanwan rubbed his sore shoulders, sighed, and walked to the edge of the barrel to prepare for the dragon.

She took a large piece of veil, wiped Mr. Long's hair first, and wiped it to a semi-dry, the water in the bucket was also a little cold, Mu Wanwan collected the cushions on the bed, prepared before laying a piece Good big towel.

It was more difficult to get the plant dragon out than to get in. With the help of Mr. Long, the "coma", Mu Wanwan still smoothly carried the people out.

She hugged his waist and moved hard to the bed. Because of her height, his tail inevitably dragged on the ground.

But Mr. Long didn't feel anything. He now felt that his whole body felt only against the back of his wife and the waist held by her.

It's still the same, crispy, and feels like a dragon.

"It's heavy......" Mu Wanwan hugged the dragon, only to feel that her waist was about to break. She moved towards the bed in small steps, and all the water she got from a dragon was water.

Mr. Long heard her breathing slightly in the ear, and the whole dragon could not bear it.

But he seemed really too heavy, and his wife looked very hard.

Mr. Long was a little reluctant, so he quietly applied a method to himself.

When Mu Wanwan thought about it, the dragon in her arms was much lighter, and she still maintained her previous strength. In addition, there was a lot of water on the ground, and she couldn't control her. She even fell on the bed with a dragon.

Mr. Long's back hit the jade bed with a "bang" sound.

But he didn't feel pain because of the thick skin, only felt that her body temperature was soft through the semi-wet clothes, and was pressed against him all at once.

Mu Wanwan was lying on Mr. Long's chest, and his cheeks touched his skin. Because he was holding his waist before, the whole person was stuck with him.

Mr. Long, who should and should not feel it, felt it.

Mr. Long's face suddenly turned red.

He didn't dare to move the whole dragon at all, for fear of doing something that was not very good.

Mr. Long is getting familiar, and Mu Wanwan doesn't feel well.

Her hand was a bit painful when her hand was smashed. Her big legs were against his tail. His scales were very hard. The sudden slipping made her feel that her leg was worn out and she lost consciousness.

She hurriedly got up from Mr. Long, holding his abdominal muscles in her hand, and she couldn't care about what the lonely dragon and the widow did not accept, and climbed to the side to suck in pain.

Mr. Long listened to her painful pumping sound and also recovered from the indescribable touch, released her consciousness, watched her hanging her head, shaking her red smashed hand and touching the shaved clothes. Guilty.

Although he didn't do it on purpose, it did hurt her.

Mr. Long's eyelashes were trembling, and he blamed himself-

He should be careful.

Mu Wan didn't think about it so much. She felt better after a while. She rubbed the dragon dry and began to clean up and clean up. She had been busy for a long time before she finished everything.

......

The weather was pretty good for the next two days. Although the temperature dropped, it didn't snow. Fortunately, Muwanwan took the days and took the spiritual plants and embroidery that had been saved for more than ten days to go out.

She went out early, the sky was gray, and there was no one outside the palace.

When Mu Wanwan found the side hall where the servant lived, he found Hongye.

She was a little different from when she was behind Fuliu last time. She had more black and black under her eyes.

Seeing Mu Wan bend over, Hongye stopped talking, and blinked at her, trotting all the way to lead the bullock cart.

Mu Wanwan guessed that she had something to say. Until the bullock cart left the border of the mansion and reached a place with few people on the road, the red leaves spoke mysteriously.

"Ma'am, did you move your hand?"

Mu Wan froze for a moment, and moved her heart, guessing that what she was about to say must be related to Fu Liu's gaffe last time.

Hongye said, "Last time we didn't go to send you a monthly routine. After returning, Fu Liu will not be normal."

"She actually ran to the forbidden land and waited for Master Ao Xue to come back to practice. She claimed that Ao Xue was a little white face of the Qinglong tribe, and had no strength, because she had a leg with Master Ao Qin to get the place to practice in the forbidden land."

"Adult Ao Xue was grumpy and turned into a dragon on the spot, swallowing people."

Hongye shivered and said, "It's too ruthless, just yesterday."

Mu Wanwan listened to a bit of palpitations. She was also wondering how the weather was good yesterday. Why was it suddenly dark in the evening and it rained for a while. It turned out that it was not a shower.

A lot of thoughts flashed in my heart, and Mu Wanwan said with fear, "Swallow it directly? It's too cruel. Did Fu Liu offend anyone and get guilty."

Hongye listened to her tone and believed that it wasn't Mu Wanwan. After all, she could feel that this lady is a real waste. If she really has the ability to drive people, she will not be bullied by Baishui Yao before. Will not be bullied by Furiu for so long.

I am afraid......

Fu Liu was really hurt.

"Probably." Hongye told Mu Wanwan what happened to Fuliu again, and the two talked along the way, and they soon arrived at the market.

Saying goodbye to the red leaves that feed the cows as usual, Mu Wanwan paid the entrance fee to the city and reached the shop of Uncle Zong.

The shop door was half open, and Uncle Zong was waiting in the shop. Even Yuner was wearing thick clothes and taking a nap behind the counter.

"Girl, here." Uncle Zong smiled in the corner of his eyes and pushed his partner, "Yun'er, girl is here."

Hearing his voice, Aunt Yun opened her eyes and smiled and said hello to Mu Wanwan. Uncle Zong stood up from behind the counter and closed the shop door.

"Uncle Zong, Aunt Yun." Mu Wanwan estimated that they were waiting for themselves, put down the back basket, and there was no ink on it. They took out the prepared second-order Bixingcao and Baizhenguo.

"Good, good!"

Uncle Zong was a little excited, and even said a few good words, his eyes were full of gratitude.

Mu Wanwan touched the hat, "Uncle Zong, look..."

Uncle Zong laughed, "Naturally, you will not lose you."

"But girl, your uncle has something to tell you." Uncle Zong's face dignified, "Isn't it to you before, are you going to the auction?"