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

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Mr. Long twirled his fingertips gently and touched the soft fabric. It was the new clothes she bought him.

His heart moved, and the way she saw her in his mind was better than what he had peeped with his consciousness before, just as the ink was slowly rippling, and his voice was equally gentle.

Unknown feelings flooded in my heart, Mr. Long pulled his sleeves and blushed--

80% of the clothes were also worn by his wife, but why did he only wear the upper body? There was no movement below, and the previous light blue shirt was wrapped around his waist.

When she was not in the room, Mr. Long was more relaxed. He quietly lifted the quilt and glanced at the clothes tightly tied around his waist.

Maybe she didn't change her clothes because she was embarrassed?

Also, he is no longer half-dragon-shaped now, and if it is lifted up and sees something sensitive, it is always bad.

The tip of the ear is very hot, a dragon moved his legs hard, and there were bursts of tingling--

This curse counterattack. Although he survived the difficulty and was difficult to connect to become the fifth piece of pronuclear fragments, the spiritual power in his body was still in a state of deficit. He was comatose that day, and most of the meridians have been linked in the past few days.

For a while, some spiritual power was still lacking, and the legs transformed from the cursed tail were temporarily unable to move. As long as you rest for another three or five days, you can restore 50% of your strength.

At that time, no one below Tier 6 would be his opponent, plus he has some special powers, and also had a certain self-protection ability in front of Ao Qin who did not get the forbidden treasure. No more craving for warmth, nostalgia for the sun, we must start planning soon.

Implementation, leaving her plan.

A trace of sweetness that had just risen from the bottom of my heart disappeared, replaced by the bitterness of the unknown.

On the head of the bed were three pieces of middle-grade spirit stones that had not yet been absorbed, and the lips were also moist. The blood scars that had fallen apart were cleaned and he was taken good care of.

With a dark heart in his heart, he wanted to circle people selfishly so that she could never leave herself.

After all, he couldn't escape the dragon's greedy nature. As long as he got a trace, he would be dissatisfied, want more, or even be reluctant to consider the other party's opinions.

Mr. Long smiled softly, it was ugly.

If he goes this time, he may never come back,

Before leaving, he thought, take a rest, indulge again, and look at her again.

Mr. Long was half leaning against the jade bed. A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes was covered with thick fog. He looked out the open window--

The sunlight outside the window was very good, the snow stopped, and the bloody breath faded a lot. She stood in the sunlight, holding her sleeves, exposing the white wrist, and the sapphire above it reflected the light, which was printed on his eyes.

Mr. Long watched her curl her lips and closed her eyes gently. After a while, many scales floated around her, ranging in size from yellow to golden, suspended around her, and then one by one. Lined up, they automatically fell into a basket on one side.

Is this, tidying up the yard?

Feeling a bit guilty, Mr. Long pursed his lips. He had messed up the yard before, and also killed the seedlings that his wife had planted. Will she be angry?