I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Ten Dragons (1)

——Mu Wanwan, who had been kissed by the divine consciousness as she dreamt, did not feel anything at all; in fact, she even slept very soundly.

By the time she woke up naturally the next day, the sun outside was already very large.

Mu Wanwan’s hair was a little messy; there was a stale, fishy taste in her mouth, and she felt that her entire waist and legs were all out of order. When she first transmigrated over, she had been in a constant state of tension, and her body had never really had the chance to relax. Although her knees were swollen and painful at that time, she had endured it all the while.

On top of that, she had gritted her teeth and pulled through both being so traumatised by Ao Qin’s oppressive spiritual force to the point of almost vomiting blood, and cleaning Mister Long’s wounds. On the contrary, now, after a good night’s sleep, all the feelings of exhaustion came surging forth.

“Whew.” With shaky arms, Mu Wanwan rubbed her sore waist and struggled to sit up.

Mu Wanwan moved her gaze to the tyrant further inside the bed. He appeared to be unchanged, but his terrible expression seemed to have eased slightly. His lips were still bruised, but she didn’t know if it was because of the Baizhen fruit juice she had dripped on them last night that it looked like there was a layer of sticky and glossy film on them, as if…

As if they had been kissed swollen.

Such a thought suddenly appeared in her mind. Mu Wanwan shook her head hurriedly in an attempt to toss this bad thought out.

However, she did suddenly think of something. Thinking that since Mister Long was a comatose dragon, she didn’t have to have too many reservations in front of him, and so, lifted the quilt directly. In her undergarments, she crept slowly across the jade bed, half-lying beside him, then reached out as if reaching for a mobile phone to touch the low-grade spirit stone that was placed next to his ear last night.

After groping around for a long time, she didn’t feel the spirit stone, but instead, felt a handful of ashes.

Mu Wanwan was rather fatigued in both mind and body, and had still been a little sleepy at first. When she felt the ashes, she became completely awake; she was in a complicated mood, hope mingled with anxiety——

The low-grade spirit stone was gone, and the pile of ash in its place showed that Mister Long could absorb spiritual power in his vegetative state. This meant that if she got Mister Long some more spirit stones and put them by his bedside every day, he might suffer less and regain consciousness earlier.

Yet, almost in the very next second, Mu Wanwan felt like weeping. They were now in the pits of poverty, even eating was a problem. Where was she going to get so many spirit stones to feed Mister Long?

She reached out and swept away the handful of ash, then stretched out her hand and touched Mister Long’s broken horn gently. “I have to work hard to think of something, or I wouldn’t be able to support you.”

Mu Wanwan wanted to get up, but as soon as she exerted her strength, there was a burst of pain in her abdomen. Her legs went limp from the pain, and she fell directly onto the quilt.

Cold sweat gradually surfaced on her forehead. Mu Wanwan took in a breath and lifted her hand to open her undershirt. The sight of a large bruise greeted her, looking rather horrifying.

This injury should’ve been caused by the pressure from yesterday, right? She had thought there wouldn’t be any trace.

Mu Wanwan remained in pain for a while, then struggled to get up. First, she applied a little of Mister Long’s ointment for external wounds on herself. As soon as the ice-green ointment touched her skin, it slowly spread out. Not long after, waves of cooling sensation pulsed out from the bruised area, and the pain was reduced significantly.

Mu Wanwan was very satisfied with the immediate effect of the medicine, but she didn’t use any more of it. After all, there wasn’t much of the ointment left.

After the brief treatment of her wound, Mu Wanwan hurriedly washed up, changed, heated some of the leftover porridge from last night, fed some to Mister Long, cleaned the bed again, checked Mister Long’s tail, tidied up the room, washed the dishes and clothes, busying about for most of the day.

Fortunately, the weather had been pretty good recently, and the sun during the day was still rather strong. Mu Wanwan found two poles that were somewhat longer and built a simple drying rack to hang the washed clothes.

Only when all of this was done, did Mu Wanwan remember the other half of Baizhen fruit that was on the table.

Although she had channelled some wood-based spiritual power into it, the Baizhen fruit that had been left overnight still looked a little shrivelled, and not as plump as before.

Mu Wanwan had originally wanted to split the consumption of one fruit over three days, so that it could be absorbed better, but it seemed like this fruit could not be kept without losing quality. She took the fruit and walked over to Mister Long, cut the skin of the fruit, squeezed out the juice, and fed it to him.

As she fed him, she somehow felt that the face in front of her seemed to have turned a little red. Hidden under the black and red marks, it wasn’t very obvious.

Upon closer inspection, even the ears seemed to be a little red…

“Is it too warm?” Mu Wanwan felt as if she had acquired new dragon-raising know-how. “Do dragons not like heat?”

She said in a low voice. Her question made a certain dragon who had finally recovered a little divine consciousness after absorbing some energy sink into silence.

Actually, dragons didn’t particularly dislike heat very much.　

Mister Long said this silently in his heart, then felt the quilt being lifted. A hand that was both warm and cool touched his arm gently, which made the spot feel as if it had been suddenly seared with a small brand. There was obviously no heat, yet it still felt scorching hot.

Touching Mister Long’s arm, Mu Wanwan felt that his temperature was still alright, and so, did not remove the quilt completely. Instead, she wiped his mouth clean. She looked at the remaining skin of the shrivelled-up fruit in her hand. Still not bearing to throw it away, she turned around silently to gnaw the fruit clean.

She thought that no one would know of such a humiliating scene, but under the quilt, Mister Long’s fingers trembled as if in pain.

Mu Wanwan gnawed on the fruit peel. She didn’t know if it was all in her mind, but she felt as though she had absorbed quite a bit of spiritual energy. She stretched lazily, faced the sun shining merrily outside, seemed to think of something, and couldn’t help breaking into a smile. “I want to take you out to bask in the sun.”

“Wouldn’t your scales lack calcium if you stay too long without any sunshine?”　　

Her tone was very relaxed, but Mister Long’s divine consciousness touched the pit of the fruit that she had gnawed clean and placed on the table as she was still reluctant to throw it away—he still felt a pang of pain in his heart, assailed by all manner of complicated feelings.