I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Part 19

There was a little messy footsteps in the yard, and Mr. Long resisted the pain of bone-cutting and maintained his sanity.

He wanted to see how Mu Wanwan disliked him, so that he would have reason to attribute her kindness to him the past few days, all due to her other intentions, so that he could treat this Madam Chongxi these few days. The faint shadow engraved on his heart was completely removed without pain.

Rather than ridiculously thinking about the kindness she had treated herself day after day in the days when she was disgusted, like a deep boudoir resenting the dragon, she secretly released her spirituality and prayed every day.

Mr. Long laboriously drew out a touch of spiritual knowledge, leaned out of the room, and clung to the corner of Mu Wanwan's clothes. After all, he was weak, and he didn't want to look at the disgusting gaze she would show later.

Mu Wanwan couldn't perceive the existence of divine consciousness. She watched that the door of the room was properly closed, and there were no messy footprints on the ground of the yard. She breathed a sigh of relief first, and in the next second she noticed it, in the air. The unpleasant taste became more obvious.

She was worried about Mr. Long in her heart, and opened the door with a "wow". In an instant, a strong rancid smell hit her face, and she couldn't help but took two steps back...

How is this going? Why does the house smell so bad? She remembered that she was fine when she left in the morning.

But she only took two steps back, and Mr. Long's sensitive and fragile heart was almost too much to bear.

Yes, he didn't really have any qualifications to demand how affectionate this lady Chongxilai was for him. After all, they were just nameless, not to mention that he didn't give her anything. On the contrary, they bothered others to take care of him for a long time.

Even if she hates him now, he has no reason to hate her.

Mr. Long pressed his lips tightly and slowly withdrew his spiritual consciousness.

Suddenly he didn't want to watch it, didn't want to see how she disliked him. After all, she didn't even know that he was awake, all this was just his wishful thinking.

Mu Wanwan didn't know that she just couldn't resist being smoked and took two steps back, so she made Mr. Long's progress bar jump forward a lot. After she slowed down, she followed the sunlight shining into the gate, Zi clearly saw the much brighter room, and at a glance he saw Mr. Long lying on the bed well.

The quilt on his body hasn't moved, so no one should come over.

Fortunately, Mr. Long was not bullied.

Mu Wanwan thought, enduring the unpleasant smell in the air, and walked quickly to the bed...

On the jade bed, her quilt was neatly folded and laid aside, while the bed belonging to Mr. Long seemed to be soaked by something, showing a deep color that did not match the big red.

The carrion smell on the tip of her nose became stronger. She looked at Mr. Long's pale and evil cheeks and tightly pressed lips. An idea gradually emerged in her heart. Mu Wanwan did not hesitate, and reached out to lift the cover on Mr. Long's body. Dahongxi was.

Her movements are actually very light, but it makes a certain dragon cold, as if on the edge of a cliff...

soon.

When she lifted the quilt and saw his rotten tail clearly, the paradise-like days he had enjoyed so far from his birth will be over.

But he couldn't help but look forward to it, if she didn't dislike it, if she didn't...