I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Mu Wanwan didn’t know that her act of eating Fanmi would bring such a violent psychological shock to Mr. Long. She was exhausted by the daytime affairs. After boiling water to wash herself and Mr. Long briefly, she counted. Counting all the belongings of her and Mr. Long, he poked Mr. Long's arm quite embarrassingly, "Mr. Long, let me tell you, I won't put down the spirit stone for you for the time being tonight."

Her voice was soft, poking into Mr. Long's eardrum.

"Although you are not conscious now, it will be very troublesome if your aura suddenly breaks." Mu Wanwan said, "We are poor now. I plan to go out tomorrow to buy ignited grass seeds. I will make money by then. I will give you spirit stones. I will give you a lot and a lot, and then buy good supplements..."

Mu Wanwan said that she couldn't help but laugh. She looked at Mr. Long's unknowingly when his expression changed a little, and she felt a little sympathetic, "Mr. Long, your brows are always frowning, is it particularly painful... "

She looked at the sword eyebrows he wrung, and couldn't help reaching out to smooth it. She stroked it lightly, and suddenly realized what she was doing, and blushed and withdrew her hand.

Mu Wanwan felt that her fingertips were a little hot, she felt shameless, she was taking advantage of Mr. Long now, and always poking him in the face when he was not aware, it was not good, it was not good.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Long, I didn't mean to touch you on purpose."

Mu Wanwan lowly apologized, but Mr. Long did not respond, so she became bold again, helped him tuck the quilt, blew the lamp, and said, "Good night, Mr. Long."

Mu Wanwan soon fell asleep, unaware that her actions and words made a dragon feel guilty and painful. She had a particularly beautiful dream. In the dream she earned a lot of spiritual stones, which was crystal clear. All of the spirit stones were piled beside Mr. Long, watching those spirit stones slowly transform into aura and float into Mr. Long’s body, and then Mr. Long became bigger and bigger...

Then she woke up.

Mu Wanwan rubbed his head and felt that he must have been too tired recently. Mr. Long next to him was breathing smoothly, and he looked no different from last night. The sky was just getting dark outside.

She got up in a hurry, thinking that she should go out early for the first time, so she didn’t have any food. She washed them briefly, and took the half-pack of seeds and a burning grass in the yard. All the belongings went out.

The tyrant’s mansion is large and rectangular, and the tyrant’s bedroom is located in the deepest part of the mansion, and further down is a high mountain, which is also a forbidden place. I don't know if it was because of being kept under surveillance. Not long after Mu Wanwan walked out of the palace, someone stopped her from going.

It was the acquaintance she had met once, the little maid who gave Bai Shuiyao a slap that day. She smiled and looked at Mu Wanwan and bowed to a fairly formal ceremony, "Where did the madam go so early?" ?"

Mu Wanwan also smiled at her, "I want to go to the market, you..."

The little maid saw her embarrassment and said, "Madam calls me Hongye."

"Hongye." Mu Wanwan still has a good impression of this little maid, but when she heard her name is Hongye, it was a bit embarrassing. Hongye is probably Qingye's younger sister. She had seen this maid hate Bai Shuiyao so much before. I thought this maid likes Aoba...

"If Madam is going today, she will go out in ten days next time. Does Madam really want to go out today?" Hong Ye asked.

"Yeah." Mu Wanwan nodded.

"Okay, it's a bit far from here for Madam to go to the nearest market. I'll take the wife out. Please wait a while." Hongye said and ran away quickly.

Soon, Mu Wanwan heard the sound of ‘Da Da’ in her ears. She was a little pleased and wondered if there was a carriage? As soon as he turned his head, he saw Hongye driving the bullock cart and beckoned to her, "Madam, get in the cart, this bull is very docile."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

It turned out that there was an ox cart in the mansion, and Mu Wanwan put on the hat that Hongye handed her, and sat in the cart silently complaining.

Hongye asked while driving the bullock cart, "Madam, there are three bigger markets beside the house, which one do you want to go to?"

Mu Wanwan was a bit dazed. The original body was only living in a small place under the tyrant’s territory. She didn’t know anything about the markets around the tyrant’s mansion. She said embarrassedly, “Hongye, can you please tell me where there is How many markets?"

Hongye turned his head and glanced at her meaningfully, "Madam doesn't know?"

Mu Wanwan choked, thinking of something, and gritted his teeth and took out a low-grade spirit stone from his pocket, and handed it to Hong Ye, "Hong Ye, I’m sorry to trouble you."

Hongye smiled at her, saying "Madam is really polite", but still took the spirit stone and put it into her pocket.

"The dragon market is recent, but the things it sells are very expensive. A little bit farther away is a market where the human race and the dwarf race together. The most broken and smallest market belongs to the elves." Hongye said, "Mrs. Go to the fair of the elves."

"Why not go to the human and dwarf bazaar?" Mu Wanwan was a little confused. In the memory of the original body, the few elves in the Shepherd's territory were particularly exclusive, and the humans and dwarves seemed to be better.

"Madam does not know. Although the elves are a little xenophobic, they are noble, disdain to deceive the weak, and they sell cheaply." Hongye chuckled lightly, "We subordinates usually go to the fair of the elves."

"But it's still up to the lady's needs. If you want to buy some textiles and vegetables, go to the fair of the elves. If you want to go to the auction house or want to buy precious things, go to the fair of the dragons, the humans and the dwarves. It's weapons and the black market, or buying some slaves."

Hongye is still kind, telling Mu Wanwan what she knows, "Which Madam would you like to go to?"

"Go to the elves." Mu Wanwan thought that she is poor now, and originally wanted to buy seeds. The elves are better at planting, and she is also a monk of the wood family. Going there may be able to find some. seed.

"Okay." Hongye didn't delay time. "It will take about an hour from here. Madam, please don't take off your veil."

Mu Wanwan nodded dullly, and secretly guessed that this veil was probably to prevent her identity from being discovered?

The bullock cart gradually moved away from the bedroom, and Mu Wanwan couldn't help turning his head to look at the seemingly majestic but extremely desolate palace outside, silently chanting "Mr. Dragon" in his heart...

She was just about to go out, but she missed him a little bit.

She left for a day, will he be bullied?

She locked the door, she should be fine.

When the bullock cart left the side entrance of the Tyrant's Mansion, Ao Qin, who occupied the palace near the main entrance, slowly opened his eyes.

His divine consciousness can spread to almost the entire Tyrant Mansion, like an invisible eye, watching Mu Wanwan sitting in an ox cart driving towards the territory of the elves.

"My lord, do you want to send someone to protect Madam?" Heilong's confidant, who was kneeling down, asked.

Ao Qin pointed his finger and said indifferently, "No need."

It's just a prop to make face, and it's dead if you die.