I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 33

Twenty Dragons (2)

The indignant embarrassment in his heart slowly turned into a throbbing that caused the dragon to be at a complete loss. Her actions reminded him time and time again——

She had never despised him; she had truly never despised him.

The knife cut through the decaying scales and flesh. No matter how gentle and careful Mu Wanwan’s movements were, the pain was not diminished in the slightest. It’s just that this pain, in Mister Long’s opinion, was not as painful as the bite he received when he fought the demon dog over a rancid pie as a young child.

He had never treated his wounds in such a meticulous manner either. On the one hand, the dragons’ powerful self-healing ability made him hate his birth, while on the other, he wasn’t able to keep from feeling proud of his innate talent. To him, being treated like a treasure like this was the most novel experience in his dragon life.

He even hoped that this kind of pain could last longer.

Mu Wanwan cleaned Mister Long’s tail carefully, then took a clean handkerchief to wipe away all the grime on the scales around the wound and applied the medicine. Looking at the rotten half-tail that was almost showing bone, she felt a little heartbroken once more.

Just why did Mister Long have to fight with the leaders of those clans? She had not the least idea.

Mu Wanwan shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Putting aside the fact that a Rank 1 cultivator like her had no capability to interfere with the disputes of the prominent figures standing on the pinnacle of the continent, her current status was merely that of a chongxi bride, an abandoned pawn of the Mu family. In the eyes of some with ulterior motives, such as Ao Qin, she was probably just a tool. She probably only had some value here by the temporarily ill Mister Long’s side, and didn’t really have any right to meddle in Mister Long’s affairs in the past.

Although it was a little sad to think this way, Mu Wanwan secretly felt that she was indeed being too meddlesome and stopped entertaining her foolish thoughts. She tidied the messy room, covered Mister Long with half of her own quilt, then went out with the dirty bedding in her arms.

The room quietened down, and Mister Long also slowly came out from those inexpressible feelings. His divine consciousness could clearly sense the spirit stones that were beside his pillow, and his perennial gloomy mood was finally a little sunnier. He listened to the splashing sounds of Mu Wanwan doing the laundry in the yard, gradually immersing himself in it——

Before Mu Wanwan appeared in his life, he probably needed three years to fully “wake up”, but now, he felt that he would be able to break the curse in about one year at the most.　　

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By the time Mu Wanwan finished cleaning the soiled parts of the quilt and mattress with great effort, it was almost dark. She felt like her old waist and legs were about to give out.

Actually, in truth, this body was much stronger than the one in her previous life, and it also had greater strength. After all, the original Mu Wanwan was a Rank 1 cultivator—no matter what, this was much stronger than her once ordinary mortal self. But even cultivators wouldn’t be able to stand such torment!

The past few days had truly worn her out. Mu Wanwan had initially planned to have meat in the evening, but after seeing Mister Long’s tail that afternoon, her appetite had truly been affected. Besides, she felt that the smell in her house still hasn’t dissipated till now.

Therefore, the evening’s luxurious meal had gloriously turned into plain rice congee…

As she was worried that the meat would go bad, Mu Wanwan marinated it simply with salt. However, she didn’t know if it was due to the aftereffects of dealing with Mister Long’s tail, when she looked at this excellent piece of spirit pork now, she would unwittingly compare the differences of this meat with dragon’s flesh.

Compared with healthy dragon’s flesh, this seemed to be a little darker in colour, and the muscle texture didn’t seem to look as firm. But compared with diseased dragon’s flesh, its colour seemed very fresh and tender, and seemed like it should taste okay… right?

When Mu Wanwan finished marinating the meat and cooking the congee, she felt like she was floating instead of walking. She must really be crazy to keep comparing the differences between spirit pork and dragon’s flesh.

After finishing a light dinner and feeding Mister Long a small bowl of spiritual grain congee and half a Baizhen fruit, Mu Wanwan boiled more water and went to the side room to take a bath. After thinking about it, she carried a small bucket of hot water back to the room.

She thought about when she was cleaning Mister Long’s tail that afternoon, she had seen that his other scales were also withered. She didn’t know if they were dirty or something, but she had better just wipe them clean for him.

Mu Wanwan lifted the quilt, and Mister Long’s twisted posture with his tail bent appeared in her eyes. Mu Wanwan smiled wryly; she hadn’t noticed that afternoon that she did not reposition this person’s tail properly.

“Mister Long, let me wipe this for you,” said Mu Wanwan softly as usual. Using a handkerchief soaked in hot water, she wiped his scales bit by bit, avoiding his wound.

But even as she wiped all the way to his beautiful, tight waist, apart from the scales near his waist and abdomen being a little thick, and were also a little softer than everywhere else, Mu Wanwan did not find anything extraordinary (hey!).

At this moment, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very safe. So, it could be said that Mister Long’s current state is actually very safe, and she also didn’t have to worry about a comatose dragon’s morning (ahem——), because Mister Long didn’t actually have it.

Mu Wanwan looked at Mister Long’s wickedly handsome face, his long and curly raven black eyelashes, and his prominent Adam’s apple, then glanced at his thin waist, and sighed with a slightly flushed face. Such a handsome dragon, but in his half-dragon state, he actually didn’t have (ahem——), what a pity.