After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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——Mu Wanwan, who was kissed by divine consciousness in his dream, didn't feel at all, and even slept soundly.

When she woke up naturally the next day, the sun was already very bright outside.

Mu Wanwan's hair was a little messy, his mouth was fishy, ​​and he felt that his entire waist and legs were in bad shape. When she first came in, she was always in a tense state, and her body hadn't relaxed much. Although she felt that her knee was swollen and painful, she had been enduring it.

After that, she was shocked by Ao Qin's spiritual coercion until she almost vomited blood and cleaned up Mr. Long's wound. She gritted her teeth and survived, but now, after a good night's sleep, all the tiredness came up.

"Huh." Mu Wanwan shook his arms, rubbed his aching waist, and struggled to sit up halfway.

Mu Wanwan's eyes moved to the tyrant inside. He didn't seem to have changed, but his ugly face seemed to have eased a little. Although his lips were still blue and purple, he didn't know if it was because of the Baizhenguo juice dripping last night. It looks like it has a sticky, smooth film like...  

It's like being swollen by someone's kiss.

Such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, Mu Wanwan hurriedly shook his head, trying to throw this bad thought out.

But she suddenly thought of something, because she thought that Mr. Long is a plant dragon, and she didn't need to worry so much in front of him, so she directly lifted the quilt, and slowly stepped over most of the jade bed in her shirt, lying beside him. , reaching out to touch the low-grade spirit stone that was placed in his ear last night like a mobile phone.

After touching it for a long time, I didn't find the spirit stone, but only touched a hand of ashes.

Mu Wanwan was a little exhausted, she was still a little sleepy at first, but she was completely awake after touching a hand of ashes, her mood was complicated, mixed with joy and sorrow—

The low-grade spirit stones are gone, and there is a pile of ash, which means that Mr. Long can absorb spirit power in a plant state, which means that if she buys more spirit stones for Mr. Long to put beside the bed every day, maybe he can reduce it. Wake up early with some torture.

However, Mu Wanwan was about to cry almost in the next second. They were dying of poverty now, and it was a problem to eat. Where did she get so many spiritual stones to feed Mr. Long?

She stretched out her hand and flicked off the pinch of ashes, reached out and touched Mr. Long's broken horn lightly, "I will try my best to find a way, otherwise I won't be able to support you."

Mu Wanwan wanted to get up, but when she tried so hard, her stomach cramped, her legs went soft and she fell directly on the quilt.

Cold sweat gradually oozed out of his forehead, Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, raised his hand to lift his shirt, and saw a large area of ​​blue and purple, which looked a bit oozing.

This should be the injury that was squeezed out yesterday, right? She thought there would be no traces left.

Mu Wanwan was in pain for a while, and struggled to get up. First, he put a little of Mr. Long's trauma cream on himself. As soon as the ice-green cream-like object touched the skin, it slowly fainted, and soon came from the bruised place. There was a cool feeling, and the pain was significantly reduced.

Mu Wanwan was very satisfied with the immediate effect of the drug, but she didn't use it too much, after all, there were not many ointments.

After a brief treatment of his wounds, Mu Wanwan hurriedly washed and changed clothes, boiled some porridge left over from last night, fed Mr. Long to eat, tidied up the bed, and checked Mr. Long's tail. , clean up the room, wash dishes and clothes, busy most of the day.

Fortunately, the weather has been pretty good recently, and the sun is still quite strong during the day. Mu Wanwan found two longer poles, built a simple clothes rack by himself, and hung up the laundry.

After all this was done, Mu Wanwan remembered the other half of the hundred precious fruits on the table.

Although she was given some wood-type spiritual power, the Baizhenguo that had been placed for a night still looked a little shriveled, as if it was not as plump as before.

Mu Wanwan originally thought that a fruit could be eaten in three days, so that it could be absorbed better, but it seems that this fruit cannot be put away. She took the fruit and walked to Mr. Long, cut the skin of the fruit, squeezed out the juice and fed it to Mr. Long.

Feeding and feeding, she felt that the face of the person in front of her seemed to be a little red, hidden under some black and red lines, which was not very obvious.

Take a closer look, even the ears seem to be a little red...

"Is it too hot?" Mu Wanwan felt like he had acquired some new dragon raising skills, "Do dragons not like heat?"

She said in a low voice, so that the dragon who had just absorbed some energy and finally regained some consciousness fell into silence.

Actually, Long did not dislike heat very much.

Mr. Long said silently in his heart, and felt that the quilt was lifted, and a warm and cool hand touched his arm lightly, and it seemed that a small brand had been branded suddenly, obviously there was no temperature. , but so hot.

Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Long's arm and felt that the body temperature was fine, so he didn't lift the quilt, but wiped his mouth and looked at the shriveled skin in his hand The fruit, still reluctant to throw it away, silently turned around and ate the fruit clean.

She thought that no one would know about such a shameful scene, but Mr. Long's fingers under the quilt trembled like a throbbing pain.

Mu Wanwan gnawed on a fruit peel. I don't know if it was because of the effect on my heart. I felt that I had absorbed a lot of spiritual power. Take you out to soak up the sun."

"If you stay out of the sun for too long, will the scales be deficient in calcium?"

Her tone was very relaxed, but Mr. Long's consciousness touched the nut that had been chewed cleanly and was placed on the table, but he still felt a pain in his heart, and it was complicated in every possible way.