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

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Mu Wan bended out and called him stupid twice, and the tears stopped slowly, but Mr. Xiaolong's eyes still prevented her from releasing her heart, and her heart was blocked.

Although this person is not Mr. Xiaolong anymore, it is not that Mr. Xiaolong who stupidly treats the spirit egg as a dragon egg because he has never seen a dragon egg or eaten a spirit egg.

But she was still not willing to let go of Mr. Long for a while, even thinking badly-

If the very real dream she just experienced is not a dream, but Mr. Long's real experience, then Mr. Long is too pitiful.

Even worse than Mr. Xiaolong.

I was so miserable when I was a kid, when I grew up, I became a plant dragon_(:з」∠)_

When I was a child, the beautiful horns and the little tails that had been injured but were cute and cute, had grown up and disappeared. Maybe they were cursed. It was really pitiful and funny to be hit by a dozen and seven.

Mu Wanwan gently closed her eyes and felt the temperature coming from him. The appearance of Mr. Xiaolong in her mind became clearer, but her heart calmed down a little bit.

She didn't leave, so Mr. Long's temperature began to rise terrifyingly. His handsome and evil face was covered with a layer of powder, and the consciousness also circled several times in the invisible place of Muwanwan, and then Very shamelessly slowly approached her-

Because the quilt was soiled some time ago and was not washed, they slept together yesterday.

And he just regained consciousness, maybe last night, she actually leaned on him very early gt;wlt;! !

Mr. Long felt his heart beating a little bit faster. He had just connected the fourth piece of pronucleus to recover about three orders of strength. In fact, he can wake up for one to two hours every day. Although he still can't fully exercise, he can already open his eyes. Now, the upper body can move.

But at this time, he could only pretend that he was unconscious.

Even Mr. Long's muscles are a little tight-

After all, what if he suddenly moved and scared his wife?

He had been in a coma for so many days in her eyes. At this moment, if she hugged him and hugged him, he would wake up, wouldn't it seem that he was a pure dragon.

In fact, Mr. Long doesn't know what he is thinking about. He just thinks that the whole world is left with her breathing and temperature, and it is his heartbeat that rumbling in his ears.

"Bang", "bang", "bang", noisy dragon.

The consciousness slowly, shyly, suddenly slipped down from the dark hair of Muwan, and suddenly stopped when she touched the tears in the corner of her eyes that had not yet dried.

Those emotions seemed to be blown away by the breeze, and Mr. Long slowly raised a not-so-good guess. His consciousness went down anxiously, suddenly breathing a sigh of relief when she touched her neck pecked by thin chirp. .

The hallmark of the hallucinogenic grass above is gone, it seems that she should not be scared by her prototype because of her dream.

That's right, if you are scared, you shouldn't be so close to yourself.

Mr. Long just breathed a sigh of relief, and thought of something, his ears shook again--

How could there be a wound on her neck?

Shen Zhizai carefully, for the first time linger on her wounds without distractions:

Small, not too big, the wound is not deep, avoiding the bleeding meridians, the blood has stopped, and a bit of ointment is applied to the scab, which looks like an ambiguous lip mark.