I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Part 5

In the end, Mu Wanwan still couldn't swallow the porridge alone, she took the spoon, walked to the bed, filled a spoonful of porridge, and tentatively fed it into the tyrant's mouth.

Only his lips were tightly pressed because of the pain, Mu Wanwan tried several times, but didn't feed it.

She thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "Offended."

He squeezed a certain dragon's jaw with one hand, forced him to open his mouth, and fed the cold porridge.

I don't know if he was too hungry. Although he was seriously injured and disabled, the tyrant's body still thirst for food. After the porridge was poured in, Mu Wanwan saw him swallow it instinctively.

There was a hint of joy in his eyebrows, and if he could swallow voluntarily, it would have saved her too much trouble.

It's just that, maybe because she accidentally fed it a bit faster just now, some of the soup was winding down the corner of his lips, shining with a gleam of light, it just... felt weird.

Mu Wanwan's face was a little red, and she reached out and wiped the water marks from the corners of his mouth like a thief. As I was about to finish feeding the remaining half bowl of porridge, I heard a bad voice from outside the door, "Madam, are you still OK?"

Mu Wanwan thought for a while, poured the porridge into the porcelain bowl on the table, couldn't help but glance at Mr. Long who was lying on the bed before going out, and said softly, "I'll be back soon."

She closed the door and followed Fu Liu out of the yard. The air was much fresher, but Mu Wanwan didn't feel at ease when she was beside the tyrant.

By his side, although the eyes and nose are a bit uncomfortable, he gets used to it and healed.

Although the dragon with its broken corners and tail was ugly, at least it wouldn't hurt her, nor would it disgust her like Bai Shuiyao. By Mr. Long's side, there was no worry that he might be killed at any time.

"Here." Fu Liu opened the door of the ancestral hall, "Madam, today is the last day."

Mu Wanwan nodded and knelt before a group of golden tablets in her indifferent gaze.

Her knees were a little swollen, she knelt on the smooth and cold ground, with the stinging pain of a needle, Mu Wanwan breathed in pain.

"Kneel down well." Fuliu shook off this sentence, and walked away with the food box. Mu Wanwan quietly changed to a more comfortable position, and looked up at the golden tablets that he had once brought in the novel.

These tablets were not the same as what she saw on TV and in real life. They were full of golden light, and there was still a hazy white light shrouded in a hazy white light, like a protective cover, protecting these tablets tightly.

The words of this world are engraved on the tablet. Because of the memory of the original body, Mu Wanwan can read the words on it...

"The first leader, Long Ying of the Golden Dragon clan..."

"The first leader, Ao Ming of the Qinglong clan..."

From high to low, there are a total of eleven tablets, golden dragon, blue dragon, red dragon, black dragon, and white dragon. Each tribe has a leader. The eleventh leader is also the leader before the tyrant, and it is the Ao Bing of the Qinglong tribe.

Ao Bing, Ao Qin...

They are two fathers and sons, but now the leader of the tyrant is Mr. Long.

Mu Wanwan was sensitively aware that something was wrong, and there was a sudden flash in his mind about the friendship between the tyrant and Ao Qin...

"In the old days, the five-clawed black, white and gold spotted deformed dragon has now become the first dragon of the dragon clan to break through the seventh rank. According to the rules, as long as he can break the dragon's horns of the previous leader, he can become a new leader.

This leader, Ao Bing, is already very old. He was seriously injured in a battle with the Witch leader a few days ago, but he still accepted the tyrant's challenge. When the tyrant squeezed the **** broken corner with blood in his hand, and smiled against the horrified faces of countless dragons, it was Ao Qin who stepped forward and said congratulations. "

Mu Wanwan didn't think there was anything when he was reading the novel, but now, kneeling in the cold ancestral hall, looking at Ao Bing's memorial tablet, and then contacting Mr. Long's miserable appearance when he was thrown into the bedroom after his defeat. It seems that some truth has been touched.

"Madam seems to be looking seriously?" A somewhat cold voice came from behind him abruptly. Mu Wanwan was taken aback, reflexively looked back, and met Ao Qin's handsome and smiling face.

"I..."

Unexpectedly when the air was filled with strong pressure, Mu Wan slid down his forehead in a cold sweat, suppressed speechless.

Ao Qin followed her previous gaze, glanced at Ao Bing's tablet indifferently, then indifferently moved away from her gaze, stretched out her white and slender palm, and gently pressed it on her shoulder. He smiled very friendly. , But made Mu Wanwan almost cold, "What is the madam guessing?"

When did Mu Wanwan endure such pressure, he only felt that his chest was stuffy, and once again, his mouth was already sweet.

"Madam, I'm very sorry." Ao Qin lazily withdrew the coercion, "I have just been promoted to Tier 6, and I am not very accurate about spiritual power."

Muwanwanwan's throat was full of blood, and she was so nervous that she could hardly speak...

For the first time, she clearly realized the danger of this world, and she was so weak.

"It's me who overstepped," Ao Qin withdrew his hand and bent his eyes. "Madam, don't be nervous, I won't do anything to you."

"From tomorrow on, Madam does not need to kneel at the ancestral hall every day." Ao Qin said in a low voice, seeming to be respectful, "Please take good care of your Lord."

Mu Wanwan said with a pale face, and when he saw Ao Qin finished speaking, he was leaving. Thinking of a dragon's miserable wound, he gritted his teeth abruptly, "Master Ao Qin."

Ao Qin stopped and looked at this Chongxi prop that was indistinguishable from the ant in his eyes.

"Can you..." Mu Wanwan gritted his teeth, "Give me some medicine, your wounds..."

"Isn't there any elixir for Jun Shang up to now?" Ao Qin squinted his eyes, seeming to be very annoyed and surprised by this matter. "Madam, please rest assured, I definitely won't watch those servants treat Jun Shang like this."

"The elixir will be delivered to you soon." Ao Qin smiled, "How do you say, Jun Shang is also my friend, I will not let these servants insult him."

Mu Wanwan thought that I believed you had a ghost, but still showed a happy smile on his face, and said several times of thanks in his mocking eyes.