I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 110

Forty-nine Dragons (2)

Mister Long closed the door of the courtyard, took the spirit chicks out of the room, then grabbed Mengmeng roughly into the room before he had the heart to open the other three interdimensional bags.

Those guards were very poor. All the spirit stones added up to barely two hundred low-grade spirit stones and thirty-odd medium-grade spirit stones. Taking away what he had absorbed, there were only hundred-odd low-grade spirit stones left.

As for elixirs, there were only the most common Grade 1 Spirit Returning Pills. There were quite a lot of odds and ends, though.

The richest of them was the snake beastman leader. His medium-grade interdimensional pouch itself was worth twenty to thirty medium-grade spirit stones. Inside, there were Grade 3 Spirit Returning Pills and some other objections, and two Grade 2 flying swords.

It was just suitable for his wife.

When he thought of Mu Wanwan, Mister Long’s eyes softened for a moment. He opened the last interdimensional pouch, and with a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, his eyes lit up——

There was actually a treasure inside.

The corners of Mister Long’s lips lifted slightly, and he felt the anger in his heart dissipate a little.

It was a life-saving jade bangle.

The jade that was used wasn’t very good, but there was an exquisite formation engraved on it which could resist the full force of a Rank 4 pro’s strike.

To think that back then, he was also a rich dragon and wouldn’t even deign to carry treasures of this grade, but now, this was the best thing he could offer so far.

He finally had something to give her.

After being married to him for so long, she had only been enduring hardship all this while. She didn’t have any decent jewellery and only wore plain clothes every day and was very frugal.

Mister Long took out the jade bangle, stuffed the three low-grade interdimensional pouches into the medium-grade one, and squeezed some spirit stones in his hand——

He had casually cast a formation on his bedchambers when he was bored in the past. It wasn’t quite complete, but no one knew about it. When activated, there wasn’t any substantial protective effect, but it could conceal the fact that he could move.

As long as Ao Qin didn’t come here himself, detection by his spiritual consciousness could only see him lying wretchedly on the bed.

Mister Long lowered his head slightly; these spirit stones were enough for him to activate the formation, and the remaining ones should be enough for him to connect the fifth fragment of his original core.

At that time, he should be able to restore fifty percent of his strength.

“Mengmeng, come here.” Mister Long beckoned to the shivering feather ball who was hiding in the corner.

“Chirp…” The feather ball didn’t dare to speak.

Mister Long raised his eyebrows, but Mengmeng still didn’t dare to move.

“Heh.” Mister Long reached out and poked its little scarf. Pinching its little wings, a shallow smile appeared on his lips after a casual scan. “Sure enough, you’re not an ordinary tit.”

“Still, it won’t be good to open up your spiritual intellect just like that,” he said softly, then tied the interdimensional pouch containing the treasures to the feather ball’s neck.

“Let her…”

“Think that you did it.”

He was in a dangerous situation now. Even if he connected all the fragments of his original core, he might not be able to beat Ao Qin, who had many supporters from the various dragon clans.

What’s more, he didn’t have that much time.

A month or so might not be enough time for Ao Qin to reach an agreement with the demon clan, but three months or half a year, there was no way he could hold back for that long.

He deeply regretted being so gullible in the past, which caused her to be dragged into such danger now.

He could only…

After connecting the fifth fragment of his original core, he would enter the trial grounds ahead of Ao Qin. Maybe then he would be able to break through and win a chance of survival.

Enduring the pain of the curse within his body, Mister Long walked into the side hall with a calm expression and began to activate the formation.

Before connecting the fifth fragment of his original core, he still wanted to quietly be the “comatose dragon” as his wife called him for a few more days.

He won’t wake up, won’t speak, will continue to pretend to be unable to take care of himself, and enjoy the feeling of being taken care of which had never happened in over a hundred years.

Mister Long felt a little like laughing, but couldn’t raise the corners of his lips no matter what. Instead, they fell down into a stiff arc.

He could sense that actually, it wasn’t like Mu Wanwan didn’t care for him at all. But it was precisely because of this that he couldn’t become the perfect “Mister Long” in her heart.

Despite the fact that he did not want her to dislike him, and even cruelly wanted to tie her to his side, Mister Long knew that he wouldn’t be able to bear to do it.

After regaining fifty percent of his strength, he would ‘wake up’ before going to the trial grounds.

He was going to be cruel to her, tell her to scram, make her hate him, make her think that he was a condescending, arrogant, and hateful monster, and gouge out all traces of him from her heart.

Then, throw her into a place where there are no dragons and let her fend for herself.

Before leaving, he would go to a few places and give her all the treasures he had hidden in the past so that she could have a good life.

That way, if he fails and dies, she wouldn’t be sad. With Mengmeng and what he would leave behind, she would also have something to fall back on.

If he succeeds, even if she wasn’t willing, he won’t let her go. He would tie her up and make her lay a hundred dragon eggs for him.

The formation gradually took shape; Mister Long’s face was hideous and terrifying, like a weeping ghoul in the dim light.

The author has something to say:

Mister Long is really a fool. But, do you think he’d bear to?