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

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He, he woke up?

Why did you wake up suddenly and stop pretending to sleep?

Mu Bian froze in place, facing the pair of sober, dark and long phoenix eyes, and suddenly lost his words--

It turned out that he opened his eyes like this.

His eyebrows are dark, his eyes light, calm, but indifferent than anything.

The pale white snow fell, and the blood rain on the cheeks turned into a cold touch a little bit. Mu Wan curved his heart and expected the heat of coming home to fall down a little, forming ice slag in the sight he swept over.

She was suddenly at a loss. The scales she had squeezed tightly in her hand fell to the ground, making a subtle sound, but it seemed like a violent noise, making Muwan bend like a startled bird.

She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but her spine was against the door, and the basket was broken long ago, falling to the side, and things spilled all over the floor.

Mu Wanwan's fingertips were cold and he lowered his head subconsciously.

When he came out of the door and came back, the lying plant, Long Fujun, became a sober, living dragon with a dreadful line of sight, and had shed a scale. The thick bloody gas made her almost breathless, and she didn't know what she should do now. What should I say about it?

She was helpless and didn't know how to speak, and hesitated for a moment, but how sensitive was Mr. Long.

After seeing Mu Wanwan's shocked eyes and subconsciously glancing backwards, a glass heart was already broken in half.

Sure enough, all the tolerance and disdain she had for him before was nothing more than a fleeting dream for him. She just sympathized with him, but pityed him, not what he was delusional.

He is so ugly. Even if he barely maintains his human form, he has no spare time to hide the ugly cursed marks on his face and the scars that have just been broken. He must be ugly and ugly, even more ugly than what he just saw in the bronze mirror. No wonder she is afraid.

Mr. Long's knuckles were trembling with pain behind his back, but he didn't move like a mountain in the direction of Mu Wanwan.

He felt that he could go. She was so afraid of him. He also made her clean the yard so clean and scared her with an ugly face. She had done her kindness to herself. Anyway, he decided to wait until long ago. Wake up and leave her. Isn't it good that she doesn't have any feelings for herself, so he doesn't need any means to make her hate herself.

Just leave quietly.

Mr. Long thought so, but he felt uncomfortable.

It must be a curse, the reason that the curse has not passed, it must be that he can't move because of the pain, the meridians of the whole body seem to be cracking, a dragon standing stubbornly straight, as if something was nailed in place.

His long black hair hung down on his chest. He was blown up by the cold wind and kept standing like a sculpture.

It's just that he didn't know his pair of plush ears that hadn't had time to fold down a little bit to a terrible arc, and stuck to the top of his head, motionless.

Mu Wanwan looked at him carefully, and he saw the change in his ears, and he felt a strange relief in his heart--

Fortunately, it was still the person she was familiar with before, the familiar sensitive and sensitive Mr. Long.

Look, her ears are drooping, and based on her observation of Mr. Xiaolong's day, I'm afraid it's so sensitive again.

Ok?