I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long who was sitting next to him, and the consciousness of the two slowly joined together.

Perhaps they are very compatible, or it is simply because the touch of the divine consciousness will produce a different feeling. She gradually feels a little hot, and the breathing that does not belong to her ears seems to be gradually rushing.

She only noticed that the powerful divine consciousness that wrapped her weak divine consciousness hadn't moved at all.

Maybe……

Mu Wanwan felt a little itchy in her heart, a little bad, and gently moved her weak consciousness...

Before she could see Mr. Long's expression clearly, she felt heavy on her body, hitting her back on the soft quilt, and she was unbearably suppressed by a certain dragon.

"Don't move." The hoarse voice screamed the eardrums, mixed with sporadic scorching air currents. The double blow made Mu Wanwan a little uncontrollable, and he shrank a little without holding back, and the divine sense also retracted a little bit immediately.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Mr. Long: "..."

With embarrassment, Mu Wanwan heard his breath intermittently, and smiled lightly in her ear.

"..." Mu Wanwan forced his respect, "I just had a headache."

"Yeah." Mr. Long was also very embarrassed.

In fact, Long wasn't much better. He instinctively suppressed the provocation from his wife, but he didn't expect to stick to her.

It's too soft.

Long couldn't stand it a little, and his long arms pressed slightly to support the bed, and pulled a little away from her.

One person and one dragon calmed down for a while, and Mu Wanwan heard him say, "Well, that lady..."

"Now...is it better?"

Mu Wanwan: "...good, better."

She blushed, slowly poking out her consciousness carefully.

This time, the dragon was not as shy as before, with a pair of phoenix eyes drooping slightly, covering up the shining possessive desire inside, and actively enveloping Mu Wanwan's divine consciousness.

Mu Wanwan resisted the urge to retract his divine consciousness, and slowly adapted to it.

In fact, there is nothing particularly unacceptable, unlike the trembling and itching of direct contact, it feels a bit novel.

Then, Mrs. Long, who got used to it, kept her eyes open and watched her husband's fluffy ears trembling and shaking. From her point of view, he could see that his entire face, including his handsome neck, turned into a tantalizing pink. .

Mr. Long’s eyelashes trembled, closed his eyes, and slowly took the news that he wanted to say to her but could not be expressed in words, bit by bit, all following the divine consciousness that touched her. , Conveyed to Mu Wanwan...

The broken pronucleus that is about to be connected but still has cracks.

Dragon rules.

Treasures of the forbidden land.

The danger of the land of inheritance.

And what he knows about the power distribution of the dragon clan.

All bit by bit, I confessed to her.

Mr. Long is still adapting to the feeling of mingling with his wife's divine consciousness, and even worried that his secret entanglement and fear will affect his wife's decision. There Mu Wanwan can no longer care about feeling any strange feelings.

A lot of news from Mr. Long and the news that he bought from Xianqing Pavilion before seemed to be concatenated.

She understood many things at once.

For example, why Ao Qin didn't kill Mr. Long, and why he always hesitated and struggled like that.

She knew that he was injured, but she didn't know how he was originally his meridians were broken, and the pronucleus was like a glass ball, split into seven pieces.

Throughout these days, although she has been working hard to support her family and knew that Mr. Long would be very painful, she never thought that this dragon would even be split into seven pieces of pronucleus.

It must be very painful, right?

Even now it hasn't fully recovered.

Those fascinating thoughts quickly dissipated with the gradually clear thoughts.

When she finally fully understood what the inheritance of the forbidden land was all about, the panic hidden in her heart also completely surged up.

The test of inheritance is cruel, and he might die.

She might lose him.

This recognition left her blank for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, her whole body was trembling.

Mu Wanwan suddenly began to regret why he had to buy a map of Yifa City with a pill in Xianqing Pavilion before.

There are powerful demonic energy everywhere in Yifa, known as the city of the devil, where the dragon's soldiers and horses cannot penetrate, and there is the entrance to the land of inheritance.

"I don't agree." Mu Wanwan suppressed the hoarse voice, and without knowing where his strength came from, he turned over and pressed him under him.

She met Mr. Long's dark and surprised eyes, who had not yet reacted, and said again, "I disagree."

Mr. Long opened his eyes slightly. From the place where the two people's spirits and consciousness merged, he felt heavy sadness and fear no less than his.

"Don't go." Mu Wanwan felt that she was so self-willed for the first time. She didn't depress, she just threw into his arms, "Can you not go?"

Mr. Long also understood what she was talking about. His eyes were hot, but the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably. He turned his head and kissed her hair whirl carefully and tenderly.

Mu Wanwan suddenly couldn't accept it. Maybe she was too optimistic before. She thought that Mr. Long would always be good, even if it was not good, it would not be serious, and it would be nothing to live with him on the run.

But the pronucleus has cracks, and if he doesn't go to the place of inheritance, he may not be able to break through in his life, and even gradually weaken over time. Even if she could refine the pill to repair the pronucleus, the Dragon and Witches would not give them so much time.

She felt out of breath for a moment, and she opened her mouth and could not say anything except the gradually short breathing.

The emotions that came from her shocked the dragon who thought he was mentally prepared.

Although a little moved, Mr. Long was still a little bit dumbfounded.

"I'm sure." Mr. Long said.

Mu Wanwan was still uncomfortable, sure, and she might fail. If she failed, she would still lose him.

Moreover, Mr. Long is so sensitive, how many times has he struggled in his heart before telling her all this?

This time, I’m afraid I don’t know how to choose.

What he was worried about, she knew better than him.

Before she got over, she felt that the dragon spirit had completely wrapped her up presumptuously, and said, "It's okay."

Ah.

Now I have to make an inch.

Mu Wanwan was angry and sour in her heart, so she simply lowered her head and lightly bit his Adam's apple.

"Um..." Mr. Long didn't expect his little lady to bite him suddenly, and bite him in such a deadly place.

It made him flow backward for a moment, but he felt extremely irritating, as if she could give her life with another bite.

His consciousness was violently shaking, and Mu Wanwan raised his head, seeing that in his pair of phoenix eyes there were evil thoughts that she had never seen before, such a terrifying gaze seemed to swallow her.

But she was not so scared anymore, she knew exactly what she wanted.

Mu Wanwan blinked, trying to hold back the tears, and against his gaze that seemed to have really become fierce, he kissed his lips, with his forehead pressed against him.

Mr. Long couldn't help it anymore, he hugged her waist tightly and endured, "Be good."

Mu Wanwan felt his long eyelashes swept across his cheeks, and hugged him tightly, "If you must go."

She heard herself say, "Take me with you."

"Don't think," Mu Wanwan paused, "I will forgive you for stealing."

The waiting and parting time was too long, and she could no longer accept it.

There are still some unspeakable love words and thoughts, Mu Wanwan learned the way he was just now, and conveyed them all along the touch of the spiritual sense.

Mr. Long's eyes flashed in relief, and it was as if he had finally waited for the answer he wanted. The hesitation in his heart was like a frozen stream under the warm sun, melted away, and all that was left was a firm determination to succeed.

"lady."

Mr. Long hugged her and rolled over, "Wan Wan..."

He touched her forehead, and his divine consciousness slowly moved towards her sea of ​​consciousness. Mu Wanwan did not resist. The violent impact made her instantly lose all his reactions. Only Mr. Long's eyes were completely turned into golden eyes.

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Monster Race:

The weather tonight is normal, with heavy clouds covering the full moon, but this is not a big deal for the sun-eaters who have good night vision capabilities.

Where does the new Demon King waste precious and beautiful nights? The kings of the Sun-Eating Rat Race happen to like peerless beauties. They have lost their power and backing, and the Nine-Tailed Fox Race, who was once a natural enemy and rich in beauties, is a good choice for them to start.

"Second brother, why are there fewer and fewer beauties these days." Wang touched his chin, and a trace of licentiousness crossed his small eyes. "If this continues, am I going to get a man?"

"Oh." The second brother touched his long and wretched beard, "Forget about men, I still like soft and fragrant female demons. How can male demons compare?"

The laughter echoed by other sun-eaters came from the room.

"Wang, I don't know how much benefit the Dragon Clan has promised?" A somewhat old sun-eater smiled, flattering.

Wang also smiled, "That's all."

"The dragon has a big territory, and there will be more beauties from the elven clan?" The elder's eyes rolled, knowing that the king might not be willing to talk about this topic, so he changed the way everyone liked it.

"Okay! Hahahaha." The sun-eaters laughed again, as if those beautiful elves were already in their pockets.

"Wang." A beautiful little fox was dressed and exposed. Because of their special hobby, behind them were six fluffy foxtails, fluffy and soft, walking with a charming look.

She held a jug of wine in her hand and smiled.

"Qin'er, come here." Wang's throat tightened, and he stretched out his hand to her. He didn't notice the fox demon, who had even made him a little tired before, now he was almost lost in his mind.

"Good!" Jiu Qing's "Qin'er" smiled beautifully, twisting her curvaceous steps, and approaching him a little bit.

"I want to feed the king." She poured out a glass of wine, leaning on the sun-eater as boneless.

"Good, good." The Sun-Biting Rat responded, taking a sip of the glass of "wine" in Jiu Qing's expectant gaze.

As soon as he touched the wine, Sunchew Rat immediately noticed the abnormality, but before he could spit it out, he was hit in the heart.

The sun-eater rat's eyes were cracking, and he stared at the nine foxtails flying behind him, with red lips and fangs, Jiu Qing listened to her in a deep voice, "Hands!"