I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Twenty Dragons (1)

The spiritual energy contained within the few low-grade spirit stones was nothing but a droplet in the ocean to the former Mister Long, but to the current Mister Long, it was something very precious.

Threads of spiritual energy slowly entered his body from the spirit stones, like fine spring rain falling on dry earth. Mister Long gathered his divine consciousness, and unlike in his dreams previously, he absorbed the spiritual energy very carefully, using powerful seventh-rank consciousness to fiddle with a few faint wisps of spiritual energy, and stopping when he had absorbed enough spiritual energy to connect two pieces of his broken original core.

They were now very poor; he had to economize.

So, Mu Wanwan watched as the spirit stones that were placed by Mister Long’s ear shatter quickly at first, picking up the pace as they went, and finally, there were three pieces left.

Did the spirit stones shattering mean that Mister Long had actually absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, and that this method was useful?　　

Feeling a little happier, Mu Wanwan looked at the remaining three low-grade spirit stones and secretly wondered whether Mister Long’s current body had grown so weak to the point that it could only absorb a few low-grade spirit stones. She rubbed her somewhat smarting eyes, and after thinking about it, chose not to put the three spirit stones away.

If it was really the lack of spiritual power that had caused Mister Long’s tail to rot again, there was no way she could take the spirit stones away.

Mu Wanwan pulled herself together and checked on Mister Long’s tail. It was no longer bleeding; it might really be because of the spirit stones.

“Mister Long, I’m sorry,” Mu Wanwan was a little choked up. She wanted to reach out to touch his broken horn but stopped in the air. This time, it was all her fault; if she hadn’t stopped feeding Mister Long spirit stones, maybe his tail wouldn’t have rotted again.

She apologised softly, but her words were very unpleasant to Mister Long’s ears——

He understood; he knew that she was only thinking about bringing more money to the market to see if there were any other ways out, and that it was all for their sakes, for this home.

Home……

Mister Long’s ears grew warm and warmer as he silently recited this magic word several times in his heart.

If this cold tyrant’s manor, if this place that was once only a place for him to rest temporarily, had her in it, he might be able to call it home.

The home he had never had.

Mu Wanwan didn’t think that her guilt-driven apology would lead to the idea of ‘home’ emerging within Mister Long. Without wasting any time, she flicked the ashes of the low-grade spirit stone remnants away from Mister Long’s pillow and changed the placement of the remaining three stones before gathering up the quilt that was stained with scales and blood.

It was still early, and the weather today was pretty good; she had to take care of Mister Long’s tail as soon as possible. Also, the sooner the quilt and mattress were washed, the sooner they would dry.

Mu Wanwan filled a large basin of water as she planned what to do next. Because it was for washing the quilt, she got out the largest basin in the house. Mu Wanwan soaked the quilt in the water, added a lot of soap plants in, then ran all the way to the kitchen, boiled a lot of hot water, disinfected the knife she had used previously with the hot water, then took the medicinal ointment and went back to the room.

Mu Wanwan set the basin down, then wrapped her hands well with two handkerchiefs, looked at Mister Long who had his eyes closed and said gently, “Mister Long, I’m going to help you take care of it, it may hurt a little.”

Although she could swear to the Heavens that what she said simply expressed her intentions to help Mister Long with his wounds and contained no other thoughts, but in Mister Long’s ears, it seemed like a signal that she was about to do something to him.

He grew somewhat nervous, and even his fingertips were trembling a little. After waiting for a few dozen seconds with his eyes closed, Mu Wanwan finally did it.

Her body temperature spread through the thin handkerchiefs straight to his tail. He could clearly feel her hands carefully avoiding his wound, and the soft palms of her hand drag his long tail with some force onto the somewhat cold jade bed.

In his half-dragon state, the tail was not particularly sensitive except for a few spots and the areas where the scales were growing against the grain. Mister Long felt quite all right, it didn’t hurt——

Is she trying to clean the mattress he had soiled? Mister Long thought, feeling himself calm down a little.

But very soon, he wasn’t able to calm down anymore.

Because.

Mu Wanwan had actually tossed the handkerchiefs wrapped around her hands aside, rolled up her sleeves, and hugged his waist!

From the moment her warm skin touched his chest and abdomen, Mister Long felt like something had instantly seized hold, rushing straight up all the way from that piece of skin and exploding in his mind with crackling electricity.

He was utterly stunned all at once. 　　

How could she hug his waist?

Except in a fight, no one had ever dared to touch his waist.

If there were no black and red curse lines on his face, Mu Wanwan would probably be able to tell at a glance that Mister Long’s face was already beet red. But even with those lines, Mu Wanwan still got a clear view of Mister Long’s pink ears and neck after she had completely gotten him out of the dirty quilt.

Mu Wanwan: “?”

Was it very hot?

She didn’t think too much about it and reached out to put her hand on Mister Long’s forehead. In an instant, a completely different temperature from her body was transmitted; it was a little hot.

That made sense: because there was no spiritual energy, Mister Long’s tail had rotten again, and generally, people would develop fevers when they were injured. At the thought of this, Mu Wanwan’s eyes grew a little red again.

“It’s all my fault, I’ve caused you to develop a fever,” she said quietly in a voice filled dejection. She slowly let out a sigh, then threw the mattress onto the ground.

Mister Long hadn’t even recovered from the fact that she had actually hugged his waist when he felt her palms travel along his scales that had become somewhat slippery from being full of rotting fluids and grime, all the way down to his rotting wound.