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

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It took a while for Mu Wanwan to digest the fact that Mao Chiu was a baby phoenix. Looking at the fat plump hair, it suddenly felt a little more anticipating.

If it's Bai Feng, the grown up chirp must be beautiful and majestic, right?

But Mr. Long said that Mengmeng was obtained from the demon clan. If he inherited the previous memories, would he leave her?

When she woke up, she knew from Mr. Long that Mengmeng's current consciousness was already about three years old. Now that she is in her infancy, in fact, she needs to absorb a lot of spiritual power every day to eat many things from the world.

Mr. Long said that when he brought Mengmeng from the demon clan, he never thought that it might hatch, because the vitality of Mengmeng was actually very, very weak. In the following decades, it was like a dead. Phoenix Egg.

Mu Wanwan looked at the sprouting of his temper in the yard, and was a little worried to put down the spiritual plant being cultivated in his hand--

Mao Chiu accompanied her for a long time that Mr. Long did not wake up. Her feelings for Mao Chiu are not only pure mentality towards pets, but now I know that it may be wise, and maybe even after a few years. Transfiguration, she has a mentality similar to that of the old mother_(:з」∠)_

Although I know that if Mengmeng returns to the Demon Clan, maybe it is better for its growth, but now Mu Wanwan is still not very willing.

Moreover, Mr. Long brought back a lot of spirit stones this time, and he should still be able to raise his fat in a while.

"Tweet!"

Mengmeng flew his wings and practiced desperately to fly. Since he was clicked by the dragon, his body became fatter and fatter. Although he didn't fly very well in the past, he was able to glide for a while, but now it's already Can't fly heavy QAQ

Mao Chiu's dull hair fluttered against the cold wind, and the hair on its half body was blown up and down, and Mu Wan bent his eyes to see that it had fallen a few black hairs.

Oops, fat tweeted hair.

"Tired?" A slightly cold voice mixed with obvious vinegar sounded, Mu Wanwan recovered from staring at Mao Chiu and turned to see her dragon.

Xiao Tianlong's eyes stayed on her skirt, and said indifferently, "Liang Jingjing is enough to feed you."

Mu Wanwan: "..."

The corners of her lips rose unconsciously, shaking her head at Mr. Long sitting in the middle of a pile of spirit stones. "I'm not tired."

This dragon doesn't know if she likes to customize her wheelchair from Tie Bo or something. Except when she was about to wash in the evening, she shook her ears and stood up and walked out, usually sitting in a wheelchair.

She glanced at the dragon with her head nodded coldly, a little bit crying and laughing, this dragon brought back a lot of spirit stones this time, and it was indeed enough to raise herself. Only she can make some panacea that can reduce curse.

Although Mr. Long has relieved a lot of curses with the help of the special life leader, there are still some that have not been removed. In addition, when he went out this time and injured himself back, she still wanted to make some more potions. Stand by.

"Come."

Seeing her staring at the glitter on the ground, Mr. Long said, leaning his head.

Mu Wanwan was a little puzzled and walked to him.

Suddenly, the hand with the bracelet was taken up, and Mu Wan's eyes widened in surprise.

Why is this awkward dragon so active today?