I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Eight Dragons (1)

The temperature of a mid-October’s night was rather low, and the silence in the huge hall was terrible.

The darkness amplified all sound and pain. The tyrant’s face was deathly pale; accompanied by black and red lines that faded in and out, all the scales on his body were shifting and undulating, withering and falling off. Mixed with pus and blood, they fell onto the jade bed, emitting light but piercing sounds.

His original core was broken, and his spiritual power was exhausted. It took almost all his mental strength to suppress the pain and curse. He could only lift a little of the curse every day, and at this rate, it would take him three years just to wake up.　

Because of the corrosion, his temporarily paralysed body was unable to move. The little bugs that could normally be crushed with just a little spiritual power were now feeding on his flesh and blood like crazy.

Cold sweat slid all the way from his forehead, across his eyelids, and into his inky black hair.

His divine consciousness gradually blurred. Just as he was about to sink to the bottom of the gloomy abyss, the sound of hasty footsteps suddenly rang out. Her voice was a little breathless, and seemed to be right next to his ears.　　

A warm hand covered his forehead gently. Before completely losing consciousness, he heard her say——

“Your complexion is terrible, it must hurt very badly…”

——Mu Wanwan was entirely unaware that Mister Long had woken up in the middle of this. She wiped the cold sweat on his forehead away, then added some lamp oil to the lamps in the room—the room became much brighter in an instant.

She looked at Mister Long’s rotten half-tail and the pus and blood that kept dripping down, and acutely felt her scalp grow numb.

In Mu Wanwan’s hand was a knife that had been sterilised simply with boiling water. Faced with Mister Long’s long tail, she suddenly simply sterilized it by using boiling water, facing Mister Long’s long tail, she was suddenly under the impression that she was preparing a dragon dish. The thought seemed to make her feel a little more relaxed. With a pale face, Mu Wanwan slowly moved the knife towards him.

The rotting of Mister Long’s tail began from a point slightly below the tip of his tail. Mu Wanwan gently scraped open the withered yellow scales that were attached to the pus and blood on the rotten surface. An indescribably rancid smell rushed out instantly, and she felt like she was about to suffocate.

But when she thought about the tyrant’s face, which had turned dreadfully pale from the pain, Mu Wanwan steeled herself and swallowed her discomfort. With a little bit of force, she cut away the scales, and bit by bit, carved out the rotten flesh that had already begun to fester.

As she worked, she inevitably encountered the little bugs that least wanted to meet. The black insects’ shells were very hard, and they’d crawl all over the place—the feeling of something seeming to be crawling around on the back of her arms and legs constantly was truly awful.

After roughly dealing with Mister Long’s tail, Mu Wanwan felt like her entire body stunk. Her outer robe was also all stained with dirty blood. She glanced at the cushion under Mister Long; on it, lay the corpses of the many small bugs that she had crushed violently to death. Mu Wanwan broke out in chills.

She quickly took off her outer robe, wrapped it around her hand and dragged Mister Long by his tail to shift him to a different position. She then took the cushion and the basin of things that had come off Mister Long’s tail and threw them all out along with her outer robe.

Mu Wanwan washed her hands carefully, then entered the room with the ointment and gauze.

She didn’t know if it was because of her simple treatment of the rotten tail, the smell in the room was not as overwhelming as before. Perhaps it was only her illusion, but she felt that Mister Long’s complexion seemed to be less awful too.

She carefully applied ointment to the long tail, and wrapped half of the tail with gauze. Then, Mu Wanwan fetched another few basins of water. Using the change of clothes from yesterday that she hadn’t had the time to wash, she wiped Mister Long’s somewhat dirty tail once over. After thinking about it, she also cleaned his upper body simply, blushing as she did so.

While wiping the tail, Mu Wanwan accidentally touched some scales near his waist. They were a little different from those in other areas—there was a thick film on them, and was also somewhat hard. She didn’t think too much about it though, and only wiped that area and Mister Long’s bare torso simply. it and on it, but she didn’t think much. Only after that did she force her exhausted body to also wash herself off.

After finishing the cleanup, Mu Wanwan thought about taking out a low-grade spirit stone from her pocket and placing it next to Mister Long’s pillow. According to her memory, some powerful people could unconsciously absorb spiritual energy from spirit stones even in their sleep. Although she didn’t know if the current Mister Long was able to absorb spiritual energy, she felt that she should give it a try anyway.