I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 82

Thirty-nine Dragons (1)

When her consciousness was being pulled by something, Mu Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable at first and tried to struggle a few times, then gradually regained consciousness.

But this time, instead of seeing a familiar room and a familiar Mister Long, she found that when she opened her eyes, she had come to a very unfamiliar place—

Beneath her feet were dirty bluestone tiles that had been placed in a haphazard manner, with dirty muddy water in between the gaps. The stench of garbage filled the air, and a drop of rain fell from the gloomy sky right onto her eyelashes. However, it only blurred her vision for a moment and didn’t bring any terrible sensation.

Mu Wanwan quickly realised that something was wrong. She tried taking a few step— the shoddy cloth shoes did not get stained with the muddy water, but there was the horrible feeling of dampness. She could also feel the depressing feeling of raindrops landing on her head, but she touched her head, it was indeed dry.

Was she… dreaming?

Realising that she was dreaming, Mu Wanwan was less nervous.

Since transmigrating here, it had been a long time since she dreamt. The last time she had a dream, she dreamt that she had earned a lot of spiritual stones and was piling them up beside Mister Long.

However, this dream was way too vivid. Even the sound of rain falling on the ground could be heard very clearly.

Mu Wanwan took two steps that didn’t feel quite solid forward, frowning slightly—

It was really dark in this dream; her surroundings were all wet and gloomy, and the walls of the alley were all dirty.

Mu Wanwan’s eyes caught on something at a corner and her heart skipped a beat, a little frightened. The dripping wet stains there were all blood.

She was a little scared and quickened her pace, wanting to get out of this dark alley. After walking for who knows how long, she finally saw a person. To be precise, it was a child— a child who seemed to be running away——

He looked to be about eight or nine years old, wearing a tattered grey cloak that she could tell he worked hard to keep clean. The look in his eyes was fierce, and there was blood on his arms and face. He ran past Mu Wanwan quickly; his hair was in a mess and his injured arm struggling to pull on the hood of his cloak, but Mu Wanwan still caught a glimpse of the not quite long horns and a pair of white plush ears.

This was… Mister Long?

Mu Wanwan was a little surprised. She hesitated for a second, and the young version of Mister Long was already far away. Through the curtain of rain, she could only see the long dragon tail that trailed behind him.

There is also the tip of the tail, and the very tender white fur on the tip is stained with blood, which makes her feel a little distressed and a little want to laugh.

Ha.

She could also see the tip of his tail, and the very tender white fur on the tip was stained with blood, making her feel both heartache and a little like laughing.

What species of dragon was so furry?

With this thought running through her mind, Mu Wanwan was about to chase after him when a series of messy footsteps sounded behind her.

“Damn it, that little bastard!” A few teenage-looking dragons ran over angrily. They didn’t look too good either and were also wearing tattered cloaks. Their dragon horns and bodies were dirty and a bit smelly.

Compared to Mister Long, they were simply too unhygienic.

Mu Wanwan was a little disgusted.

“F**k! That bastard went through the trash can we found first again.” The black scales on the teenage dragon’s face who appeared to be the leader flashed. He seemed to be a black dragon with a bad temper. “Brothers, we must do him in today and show him who’s the boss of this dark alley.”

Mu Wanwan, “……”

At his order, the rest of the dragons murmured with excitement, their voices full of joy and pleasure as they fantasized about torturing Mister Long.

Mu Wanwan was a little worried. She looked at the group of dragons who were much bigger than Mister Long and ran somewhat anxiously in the direction where he had escaped. However, even though that naughty dragon seemed to be seriously injured and was also young, he ran very fast. She and the group of teenage dragons searched for a whole afternoon in the dream but still couldn’t find him.

“F**k, this kid is so f**king good at hiding.” The black dragon youth was about to keel over from exhaustion and waved his hand to signal the other dragons to stop. “Let’s go, it’s almost nighttime. The dragons from the next alley might come to storm our stronghold. Let’s return.”

The other dragons followed behind him timidly and went away.

Mu Wanwan stood beside them and wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead. Watching them run away gave her a feeling of inexplicable pride and heartache—

So, in her heart, did Mister Long have such a miserable childhood?

Going through trash cans and being chased and beaten up by hooligan dragons?

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Not knowing when she would wake up, she decided to take a closer look at the living environment of the young Mister Long in her dream.

In the afternoon, she and the black dragon youth had gone over almost the entire abandoned Dark Alley Sector No. 7. It was actually a compliment to call it a dark alley sector— strictly speaking, it was more appropriate to call it a cross between the border of the slums and a garbage dump.

She didn’t know exactly where this place was, but according to her observations that afternoon, most of the people living here were dragons. There were also some beastmen and people of other races of decent strength. It was a mixed bag, with many children and orphans.

In addition, there are all kinds of mice, insects, and some low-level creatures everywhere. There were even shops and inns which seemed to make up a whole street of their own.

It was getting a little dark. Mu Wanwan finally came to a remote and inconspicuous alley. She intuited that little Mister Long would be hiding in this alley. The alley had no end in sight, and the terrain was very low; at one glance, it was covered in dirty muddy water.

So much had accumulated that it was almost over her ankles.

She also saw what looked like a snake or a worm squirming around inside.

If this wasn’t a dream, she would definitely turn around and leave.

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