I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

The light liquid is connected to Mu Wanwan's arm, and the dazzling light makes the high platform very bright. Everyone can only feel the warmth and strength transmitted from the alchemist's side. Maybe there are some who look here, but rarely Someone will notice that the girl who brought them light is almost reaching her limit.

"Aunt Hua." Mu Wanwan called her weakly. She is not very well now, her spiritual consciousness is exhausted, and the spiritual power in her dantian is almost gone. Fortunately, Aunt Hua is here.

Aunt Hua looked at Mu Wanwan's translucent palm and was speechless. Several half-air flowers bloomed beside her. She forcibly separated the light liquid and put it into the blossoming flowers, and then dragged her with spiritual force. It hung on the branches of Morteng that were not easy to be attacked in the enchantment, like a lamp.

The light liquid is difficult to divide, and when all of Mu Wanwan's hands are taken out, Aunt Hua is surprised to find that the spiritual power in her body is reduced by one-third.

What kind of light group is this? It is clearly a blood-sucking group, right?

After finally getting rid of the light liquid, Mu Wanwan collapsed on the ground tiredly, she didn't have any strength all over, and closed her eyes, she didn't even see her almost transparent limbs.

Aunt Hua touched her forehead, fed her a few Concentration Pills and Hui Ning Xue Pills previously refined by Mu Wanwan, and sat beside her.

"Tweet..." Seeing Mu Wanwan lying on the ground, Mengmeng cautiously moved over, trembling her little wings stretched out under her nose to check if she is still breathing.

Seeing this scene, Aunt Hua couldn't help but laughed, and her heavy heart dissipated.

"Tweet." Mengmeng carefully felt the airflow sprayed by Mu Wanwan on the tips of its wings. She let out a small sigh of relief, turned her head to Aunt Hua's smiling eyes, and patted her wings angrily.

Tweet is just worried.

"Okay, okay." Aunt Hua stretched out her hand to rub the fluff, but was swiftly avoided by the big fat hair ball, "Hey, let's not touch it yet!"

Aunt Hua retracted her hand angrily, bent down, and briefly talked about Mu Ling and her body in Mu Wanwan's ear.

Mu Wanwan only felt a buzzing in her ears, and Aunt Hua's voice was faint, not real.

But Mengmeng’s chirps are very clear. After hearing Mengmeng’s husky chirp explanation behind Aunt Hua, she probably understood what Aunt Hua meant...

It means that her body is about to collapse now, but don't you mean to worry?

"Tweet!"

Tweet will always be with Wanwanda!

Mu Wanwan, who half understood Mengmeng's explanation, was a little bit dumbfounded, but he was a little bit complicated when he was relieved.

So her body was about to collapse?

I don't know if I can meet Mr. Long before he comes back.

As her consciousness gradually blurred, Mu Wanwan thought this way before she was completely unconscious.

Aunt Hua felt her deep sleep and curled her lips slightly, leaving a natal flower to cover Mu Wanwan's body. If the vital signs of the people inside fluctuated sharply, she would be able to sense it for a while.

"Tweet."

Are you leaving now?

"I'm right in front." Aunt Hua stretched out her hand to wiggle hair, but she was still hidden by it, and she was not angry. "You look at Wanwan here."

"Tweet."

Ok.

Mengmeng nodded very high and coldly in agreement. Standing next to Mu Wanwan, watching the gradual fall of a large area of ​​the inner wall of the barrier, her bright black eyes were full of the solemnity of mature hair.

Aunt Hua shook her head helplessly, looked at the increasingly fierce situation not far away, turned and left.

...

"These people are really unwilling to give up." After a long time, Wu Yao also lost patience. "I have nearly a hundred witches dead here. So far I haven't made a gap. Then when can I start the blood sacrifice?"

Ao Qin looked at the people who were still stubbornly resisting after fighting for nearly a night, and sneered, "Their light is going out."

Wu Yao squinted at Mu Wanwan, who was still not awake in the deepest part of the barrier, and tapped his fingers, "I can't wait any longer."

Such a powerful soul power can definitely help him step into a new realm.

"When the light is gone, we will always attack." Ao Qin was also a little impatient. These people were as difficult as flies, and they were sheltered by Moteng, so the damage was very small.

Moreover, he is always worried about whether the dragon will rush out of the inheritance at any time. Although he has always firmly believed that the waste dragon cannot pass the inheritance, there is still a vague anxiety deep in his heart. One night after the war started, he had already begun to fear that he would not be able to kill Mu Wanwan and remove the roots.

"Huh." Ao Qin looked at the slightly exhausted battle situation, and subconsciously glanced at the dragon's soul lamp that had been taken out from the core of the forbidden area before. With just one glance, he couldn't help but smile and laugh.

Cracked, cracked!

He must have failed!

It must have failed!

Ao Qin laughed almost madly, turned into a blue dragon and roared, and a large group of rain fell. Wu Yao looked at the blue dragon in the sky with neurotic eyes. The tired Jiu Qing and Haiyan and others were also very puzzled. Chen Shu squinted. , Intuition is wrong.

Mengmeng, who was guarding Mu Wanwan, was also frightened by the sudden appearance of the giant dragon. Annoyed, he sprayed a small flame at Ao Qin outside the barrier, and when he watched another aftermath flew, he quickly Fanned a little wind with his wings.

It was raised very well in the past, and the only moves he mastered were acting like a baby and an old father. Later, when he grew up a little bit, he gained the skill of breathing fire into the pill furnace.

But now, under some flying insects and witchcraft moves that occasionally rushed over, it relied on its primitive instincts to breathe fiery flames and scorched many insects.

After it once again burned a corpse of the worm that had been chopped in half to ashes, Mu Wanwan woke up.

She got out of the flower covering her body, and looked straight at the falling ashes and adorable surprise.

"Tweet!"

She still had a pain in her head, but under the effect of the pill, she recovered some of her physical stamina. Sitting on the ground, facing the dying lamp hanging on the Morteng, the blue dragon hovering above the enchantment like a wind, looked at The eyes are still somewhat transparent palms.

They are about to lose.

She had to refine some more light liquids, but she still wanted to see Mr. Long again before her body collapsed.

It will take a while for the body made of Mu Ling to grow up slowly. During that time, she couldn't see him or hear his voice.

Mu Wanwan frowned slightly, when will Mr. Long come back?

She subconsciously reached out to touch the dragon's horn hanging around her neck, but she felt a bumpy crack in her hand.

The heartbeat stopped for a moment, and his mind went blank for a moment. Mu Wanwan trembled in a fluster and took the horns of the dragon that hung around his neck with his fingertips. The words that the dragon said before he left seemed to be still in his ears...

"If the horn is broken, it means that I..."

She remembered the sadness curled up on his slender eyelashes, "I failed, and I can leave the demon world and teleport to the human race by tearing the scroll."

Mu Wanwan watched the small dragon's horns lying on her palms gradually dimming, her cheeks and eye sockets became hot, and she bit her lips tightly so as not to overflow the depressed sobs that seemed to have left her. It's already muddy.

"Do not……"

"Don't break it."

A huge sadness rolled up from her heart, and she was completely submerged like a wave. Mu Wanwan looked at that little corner pleadingly, and the cracks spread little by little in her palm.

But maybe her prayer failed.

The little dragon's horn with the faint light that was shining gradually broke apart bit by bit. Accompanied by a crisp sound, the star-like light overflowed from the center. Mu Wanwan reached out and grabbed it, but looked at it. Dust-like debris was blown away on her cold forehead with a wind.

There was an extra memory out of thin air in her mind, which suppressed the sorrow that she had not had time to surge...

She saw a small figure wearing a hooded vest modified from a monster body suit. Her body was dirty, with her immature tail and ears exposed. She was scratching the wall, poking out her little head, and eavesdropping on the dragons talking. Words.

"What's your last name?" asked a little white dragon who was less than five or six years old. "My last name is Bai. Bai sounds nice."

"But my surname is Ao." A little green dragon shook his tail. "He is also surnamed Ao."

"Yes, the dragon should have the surname Ao?" Another chubby little Qinglong said gruffly, "My friends are all surnamed Ao."

"Your surname is Bai, you are so weird, we don't want to play with you." The first little green dragon pointed at the white dragon childishly, pulling the little friend's hand and screaming to leave.

"No." Xiao Bailong was about to cry, rubbing his eyes and dragon's horns, "but Dad said that we are all white."

"Then you will play with the surname Bai, we don't want to play with you." The voice of the two little green dragons fell, and Mr. Xiaolong hiding in the corner also showed a nervous and scared expression, and his little ears trembled.

Xiao Bailong rubbed his eyes, as if he had made a lot of determination, "Then I will be named Aohao when I play with you!"

"Okay." The two little green dragons accepted the offer, and took the hand of the little white dragon and ran away.

Today they are going to practice swimming together, Mr. Xiaolong thought silently, he observed for several days.

but……

It turns out that most dragons are surnamed Ao. Without the surname Ao, no one would want to play with him.

Chaos said he was a dragon before, so he should have his surname Ao, right?

The little Mr. Long who was still hiding in the corner was still a milky dragon and pulled the gray hood. He didn't know what he thought of suddenly. His eyes brightened as expected. He still remembered it, and remembered when he just hatched. , Chaos smiled and said that he was an abandoned little guy and would follow him in the future.

Only because of being abandoned will you encounter chaos...

So, abandon should be a good word.

He suddenly became happy and ran into the alley with his short legs. He must beat all the bad orcs who said he had no name tonight.

He has a name, "From today, I will be called Ao Qi."

Ao Qi.

It must be a nice and meaningful name!