I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Forty-eight Dragons (3)

So, it was actually Ao Xue

She had only heard the news from Hong Ye this morning that Ao Xue had transformed into a dragon and swallowed Fuliu, and now she has found out the bad news that Ao Xue and Bai Shuiyao have gotten entangled with each other.

Mu Wanwan couldnt sit still anymore. She forced herself to keep calm. Oh, I see. How could Lord Ao Xue like such a thing? Do they come here often?

The shop attendants eyes darted about, and he stayed silent.

Vexed, Mu Wanwan snorted coldly, took out another two silver coins, and slammed them hard on the table.

This is my first time seeing them. Ive never seen them together before. The shop attendant smiled, Dear guest, dont be angry.

Mu Wanwan was very annoyed and waved the shop attendant away. Many thoughts flashed through her mind

They had only been coming here in the last few days, which meant that Bai Shuiyao had only just gotten entangled with Ao Xue. So, she might not come to cause trouble with her and Mister Long so soon. When she had severed ties with Bai Shuiyao previously, she had thought Bai Shuiyao would be in the cold palace where there were only women, and wouldnt be able to find a man to cling on so quickly. Now, it seemed that she was too naive.

The aura of the original female lead would not disappear so easily.

Mu Wanwan was very anxious. Based on Bai Shuiyaos vengeful personality, she would definitely not spare her.

At the time when Mu Wanwan found Bai Shuiyao in the market, Mister Long woke up.

The feather sensed it as soon as he opened his eyes and sat up.

With a cold expression, Mister Longs eyes swept over Mengmengs tiny body. Frowning, he maliciously exerted a burst of pressure. Looking at Mengmengs frightened and trembling appearance, the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

His wife was not at homeshould he kill this hateful chirp?

The evil thought ran through Mister Longs mind, but he did not do anything in the end.

He had other things to do today

He wanted to practise walking before she came back.

Mister Long smoothed out his long hair and inner garments, lifted the quilt, and his dragon tail transformed into legs.

The long, straight legs looked no different than before, but walking on them was a different story.

Wearing a cold expression, Mister Long tentatively moved his right leg. It was very stiff, as if it were being bound by something.

He clenched his fingers and tried moving his left leg.

What came through was an even more severe stiffness than in his right leg, reminding him that he was a spent dragon.

There was no change in expression on his face. Mister Long tried his best to get off the bed without using his spiritual power.

His forehead was streaked with cold sweat. Because of the curse, there was a stagnating pain with every movement, as if someone had bound his legs with thorns.

Mister Longs lips pursed tightly. No emotions could be seen in his eyes that were as black as cold pools. He just kept trying again and again. After a few minutes, he got used to the pain of moving and slowly put his legs on the ground.

He tried to stand up, but fell to the ground at once. The cold ground seemed to be laughing at him

You are just a disabled dragon.

Sadly, he couldnt even get up.

He seemed to have lost the ability to control the balance of his body, and was incomparably wretched.

Mister Longs eyes darkened. After mobilising the spiritual energy in his body, he finally managed to stand.

The pain did not diminish, but with the help of his spiritual power, he seemed to have regained some dignity.

Mister Long kept his back straight and walked slowly to the cabinet. His gaze landed on the inner garments and clothes that his wife had bought for him, and his heart softened for a moment.

It turned out that not only had she bought him inner garments, but she had also bought him clothes.

They were light blue, and looked very nice.

Mister Long stretched out his long arms, picked up the clothes, and put them on. He had wanted to close the cabinet door, but uncontrollably touched her inner garments instead.

When his fingertips touched the soft fabric, the dragons face burned all at once.

By the time he came back to his senses, he was already holding her clothes in his hands.

Her her clothes.

She wasnt at home.

Mister Longs expression was very serious as he stared at the clothes in his hands. It was so serious that he seemed to be contemplating whether to start a war with the human cultivators this month.

From the perspective of the trembling Mengmeng

It was probably like this: A very terrifying dragon suddenly got up from the bed and threatened it with an indifferent gaze. Then, he suddenly fell to the ground, and then got up and touched the things of its lovely owner willy-nilly. He was simply too bad.

Chirp chirp chirp

But Mengmeng didnt dare to say anything QAQ. It could only complain about Mister Longs behaviour in a small voice.

Mister Long rubbed his wifes clothes shyly, then put them back with a straight face. Controlling his body, he walked a little stiffly to the spirit chicks that have been moved to the courtyard as they had grown so quickly in the past two days.

He just stood in front of them and watched quietly for a while.

The pain in his body was accumulating increasingly, and it was getting a little too much for Mister Long. He wanted to go back, but suddenly perceived several strands of spiritual consciousness

There were

Three or four guards.