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

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"What is it?"

Mu Wanwan suspected that she had heard it wrong and asked again.

Mr. Long was a little embarrassed now, but whispered, "It means egg."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"What should be the meaning of someone's egg?" Mr. Long thought for a moment, and carefully read and understood according to the prompt of Mu Wanwan.

Seeing him being so serious, Mu Wanwan also thought about--

If the owner of this cave is Chaos, then if it is connected, it means "chaotic egg?"

Or "chaos means an egg?"

Mu Wanwan pondered for a moment, feeling a little pulling force on her hand, "Madam."

This awkward dragon squeezed her hand more and more frantically, "Go to bed."

He didn't want to continue to talk about the content on this stone wall. In case, his wife did not know what to do if he took it through.

But what's wrong is that it's a law that has never changed since ancient times. Mr. Long heard his little lady ask, "Mr. Long, what are the two words you know?"

The dragon was a little flustered and the dragon was silent for a second.

Long thought that his expression was cold and his voice was indifferent, "You, you say it first."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

"It's chaos." Mu Wanwan's voice fell, and she felt that the gentle force that originally held her hand suddenly became larger, making her feel a little pain.

But soon, the dragon let go, and in the weak light, Mu Wanwan saw only a pale shadow.

Soon, the faint light also disappeared, and Mu Wanwan saw nothing.

"What's wrong?" After she finished, the aching hand that had just been pinched was gently pulled up, and a soft, soft touch came from it.

Mr. Long kissed her fingertips, his voice sad and guilty, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt at all." Mu Wanwan probably guessed some, stretched out another hand to hold him tightly, and then walked forward until he reached his chest, "Mr. Long, Chaos is someone you know ?"

After waiting for a while, Mr. Long did not speak, and Mu Wanwan just wanted to digress, so he heard him say, "Well."

"Chaos, it should be a monster."

At one end, he never admitted to being the monster of his father.

Mu Wanwan had never heard Mr. Long speak in such a sad tone, and there was a pain in her heart. She interlocked his fingers and carefully guarded his emotions, "Well, that must be a good monster."

With a little warmth under his eyes, Mr. Long circled the person in his arms.

He gave her a quiet hug for a while, but couldn't help but kiss her cheek, "Do you want to know?"

Mu Wanwan shook his head. "No, I'm a little tired."

Needless to say, in fact, Mu Wanwan can guess some things, but they have experienced so many things together, but he has never been so sad.

If you say it again, it must not be a pleasant memory.

After she finished speaking, she simply pushed the dragon away, took a wooden bed from the mustard space that was very old and was about to collapse, took the quilt and spread it, and pulled him to sit by the bed.