I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 94

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Forty-three Dragons (2)

“What should I embroider tonight?” Mu Wanwan was on the bed. There was a heating stone in the quilt, which provided some warmth like a hot water bottle. Leaning against the wall, she looked at the yawning feather ball on the bedside table.

“Should I embroider another Mengmeng?” After thinking about it, Mu Wanwan decided against it. She had already embroidered several feather balls. Instead, she would embroider a pair of mandarin ducks, which should sell better.

“Chirp~”

It was getting late. Mengmeng made a faint chirping sound and lay beside the heating stone Mu Wanwan had placed especially by its little blanket, then closed its black bean-like eyes.

The oil lamp also gradually dimmed. Halfway through her embroidery, Mu Wanwan felt her neck getting sore and did not continue. She got out of bed and packed up gently.

“Good night, Mister Long.”

As usual, before going to sleep, Mu Wanwan said good night to a certain dragon beside her, then shut her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Only when the sound of her calm breathing came to his ears and after cautiously using his spiritual consciousness to make sure that the damned feather ball had also fallen asleep did Mister Long stir slowly.

The quilt had dried two days ago, and Mu Wanwan did not continue to share one with Mister Long anymore. Now, he occupied most of the jade bed by himself, and his occasional movements went unnoticed.

The long raven-black eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mister Long slowly opened his eyes.

The dark eyes reflected the warm light of the oil lamp that had not yet burned out. He blinked slowly, shook his ears, felt a little pain on the fur of his ears, and frowned—

He just knew that the chirp would peck at his fur when he was asleep in the day again!

But at the thought that he could soon have a bit of intimate contact with his wife, Mister Long was still full of expectation. His tail was even happily wagging in minute degrees under the quilt.

Well, the first step to making intimate contact was to make yourself look good.

Blushing slightly, Mister Long mobilised the spiritual power in his body. After a faint white glow, a certain dragon’s face transformed from one filled with black and red curse lines with hideous broken horns on his head to a handsome human face with long black hair and long and narrow phoenix eyes.

The long, injured dragon tail also transformed into two long and powerful legs.

Although he had lost the tip of his tail, when he transformed into his human form, his body was still intact. It was just that he was probably a little crippled now, and had a poor sense of balance. However, his face shouldn’t have become uglier by much, right?

Mister Long silently raised his arm and touched his cheek lightly.

He had nothing now; only this face was still okay.

So, even in the night after his wife had fallen asleep, for some reason, he insisted on wasting some spiritual energy to transform into his human form.

Tonight…

What should he do with his wife tonight?

A few days ago, he had been really bad and held onto her hand. Because he had experienced the pleasure of being hugged by his wife, he was gradually becoming a little unsatisfied. He even wanted to kiss her— would that be too much?

Mister Long turned sideways. His head was full of thoughts, but his face was as motionless as a mountain— he had retained the characteristics of one with facial paralysis from childhood into his adulthood very well. His long ink-coloured hair was spread on the pillow, and his phoenix eyes shone with the golden glow of anticipation, flashing past like the colour of honey. His thin lips were pursed, and his eyes fell on her, light and gentle——

She was much better-looking than when he first looked at her with his spiritual consciousness.

Her skin had become fairer, and while her eyelashes were not very long, they were curved and very lovely. When her eyes were open, they were bright like stars, but when closed, they were like a quiet ink painting.

Her long hair spread on the pillow. The lips and the tips of her ears were pink, and her collarbones were prominent. She wasn’t the kind of beauty that would start wars, yet every part of her was exactly the way he liked.

With just one look, he couldn’t extricate himself, and just sank deeper and deeper.

What’s more, she was so, so good.

There was a dull pain in his heart, and Mister Long’s eyes grew somewhat dim—

At first, he thought she was just a human with ordinary talents. Although it was very unlucky for her to have married him, when he got better, he would definitely use this life to protect her well.

But later, after eating so many fruits cultivated with her spiritual power, how could he not know that her talents were actually not ordinary at all?

To have such a high success rate at only Rank 2, and for her cultivated spiritual plants to be much higher than the quality of those of the same grade and even have the special effect of dispelling curses, how could this be considered ordinary?

In this continent, with the gradual rise of daemons, even strong ones below Rank 5 had no way of completely dispelling the curses of the abyssal daemons. The curses of the witch tribe were also becoming increasingly vicious. In the past, only Jinjiang grass and elixirs at astronomical prices could work against these curses. But now, his wife also could.

Although she was still very weak and was even forced to be bound to him, if he woke up and gave her some instructions on refining elixirs, with some resources and time, going by how diligent she was, she would definitely grow.

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