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

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Mu Wanwan tucked in Mr. Long's quilt, and then took out the spirit stone that had not been absorbed in the wheelchair. According to the method taught by Tie Bo, he pressed the hidden button on the side of the wheelchair, and the wheelchair soon changed. It became a rectangular silver fold.

She packed up the wheelchair, put the Lingshi on Mr. Long's pillow, took a small bottle of ointment, and applied a layer of wound on her ankle that was cut by Mr. Long's sharp scales.

"Tweet." Mengmeng gnawed the Elixir, clinging to the small mat tightly, and tilting her head to show her coquettishness.

Chirp was really terrified, and he didn't want to stay alone.

Mu Wanwan took the ointment, walked to it, gently painted the scraped area of ​​its small wings, and rubbed the cute little scarf, "Mengmeng is brave!"

"Tui~"

"Then Mengmeng helped me look at the dragon in the house, OK?" Mu Wan bent his lips with a smile, not knowing what mentality he was in, and felt that Mengmeng might be able to understand it.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng shook her hair, and suddenly got up, turned a little fat body, facing the ugly dragon direction, tweeted twice as if to say that he can successfully complete the task.

Mu Wanwan was a little bit better by his cuteness. I wanted to pick a plant from the seedlings that were placed in the corridor in front of the door and put it on the side of Mengmeng. As a result, when I went out, the gallery was covered with blood Many of the remaining seedlings were dead, and the soil looked useless.

Mu Wanwan glanced faintly at a dragon lying in bed unconsciously, and it hurt very much-

There are dozens of seedlings, which are getting cold.

Even if the seedlings are cold, the soil is mostly useless. She has to dig the soil again.

Mu Wan looked at the courtyard with his eyes bent. The blood and scales on the ground were stained on the walls and the doors. The snow fell, and the part that hadn't accumulated in time turned into blood, which at first glance was even more terrible than the murder scene.

Fortunately, it is daytime now, and her heart is much stronger than before, otherwise I am afraid that there is no way to keep calm.

Mu Wanwan quickly calculated in his mind what to do next, boiling water, washing the dragon, and making money.

She smelled the bloody gas filling her nasal cavity, heard a cute cough, and shut all the windows and doors of the room. It used to be open for ventilation, but now it's so cold, and there is a bloody smell on the outside. From time to time, some black mist will rise from the scales that fell from Mr. Long. I am afraid it is not a good thing.

Mu Wan frowned, holding his breath, carefully avoiding the scales on the ground, and walked to the front door of the courtyard, and picked up the back basket and some scattered things that had been broken by the airflow of the bad dragon.

There are no particularly valuable things in it, only some things that are not very expensive, a hat she bought for herself, and some fabrics that are ready to make Mengmeng's bedclothes are scrapped, soaked in blood, and ragged Yes, it's better to buy one more.

Mu Wanwan had a bit of sourness, and finally made some money. When he saw a pretty hat, it turned out so.

The piggyback was also broken, but it was worthless, but she could only make up with the bag next time she went out.

Mu Wanwan picked up good things and felt like she was going to suffocate. Today's weather is not good, the wind is not strong, and the taste is not going away.