I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Thirty Dragons (2)

His eyes were so bright, and Mu Wanwan was just a Rank 1 cultivator. Seeing such a bright light all of a sudden after being in the dark for so long had provoked instinctive tears. Along with her confusion and aching head, she was suddenly unable to stop her tears.

Moreover, although Mister Long had woken up, in the eyes of the delirious Mu Wanwan, it was just that the pillow in her dream had suddenly become a bad guy— not only did it not keep her warm properly anymore, it was also pressing her down, making her very uncomfortable.

Mister Long stiffened; he was hurt.

He knew it. All those methods of seduction he had secretly spied before in the dark alleys were all lies. Who said that the purer the colour of one’s pupils, the better one’s talent and bloodline, and there would be many dragons willing to lay eggs for him? Sure enough, they were all lies.

Now he’s done it. After finally waking up, not only did he not leave a deep impression on his wife, or use the face that was said to be quite handsome before he had been cursed to win her heart, he had actually made her cry due to his ugliness.

Mister Long felt bitter. Seeing the tears at the corners of her eyes roll down like beads, he was at a loss about what to do.

“Hush,” His fingertips tenderly wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes as Mister Long let out an almost inaudible murmur with a voice that had gone raspy from not speaking for a long time.

However, Mu Wanwan couldn’t hear it.

It hurt to keep her eyes, so she simply shut them.

Mister Long, “…”

A low, shallow laugh rang out in the darkness, though it was more like a helpless sigh.

His coarse fingertips pressed against her soft lips, his cheeks burning as he thought about what was going to happen next.

He was going to feed her blood from his heart. This shouldn’t be considered as taking advantage of her… right…?

But before losing consciousness, he wanted to look at her for a little more.

Mister Long gazed almost greedily at her frail face in the darkness, looking at it over and over again until there were less than two minutes left before he slowly withdrew his gaze and gently closed his eyes.

In the next instant, his cheeks suddenly turned deathly pale, and the black and red curse lines that had been suppressed from surfacing sprang up, and even the little secret he had been reluctant to let anyone discover was also exposed.

But at this moment, Mister Long was oblivious to how miserable and wretched he looked.

He carefully gouged out half a drop of blood from his heart, delivered it with spiritual energy all the way to his mouth and held it in at the tip of his tongue, then slowly leaned down. Without daring to open his eyes, he moved to Mu Wanwan’s lips based on his senses.

Their breaths became one.

He still didn’t have the courage to kiss her; he only gently squeezed her chin, used the little spiritual energy he had to drag out that half-drop of blood, then delivered it into Mu Wanwan’s mouth.

Mister Long’s face was white, but his ears were very red. He even felt a little dizzy and fluttery; it was more exciting than when he ate those Grade 6 spiritual pills in the past.

The curse in the body gradually began to fight back. Coupled with the weakness from the loss of his heart’s blood, Mister Long looked pained. He willed himself to bear it and laid back down. Almost in the instant he resumed his previous posture, his straight and slender legs immediately turned into a long and slightly rotten dragon tail.

The carefully hidden broken horns also reappeared, and next to that pair of broken horns, a pair of fluffy white ears emerged.

Although he was in great pain, his heart was full of sweetness. Mister Long, who felt that he finally did a little something for his wife, was completely unaware that the secret he had never revealed in front of anyone since becoming an adult, the secret he had kept suppressed even when he was rendered unconscious from his injuries, had been exposed just like that.

After all, he had never lost his heart’s blood before and had no idea that there would be such a side effect (￣︶￣).

Mister Long fell into a coma from over-exhaustion, while Mu Wanwan’s condition was not much better.

Her body was originally that of an early stage Rank 1 cultivator’s, and she had kept overdrawing her spiritual energy these days. However, as she was not affected by any curse, she could slowly absorb some spiritual energy from the environment, and her cultivation base has also risen to the middle stage of Rank 1.

But the middle stage of Rank 1 was only a little stronger than a regular mortal, and was still a long way from absorbing the half-drop of Mister Long’s Rank 7 heart’s blood.

Even though Mister Long had already removed all his attributes from it and even forcibly withdrew most of its energy so that the half-drop of dragon blood was free of any violent energy, it was still a little too much for Mu Wanwan to absorb.

Just a little.

After she swallowed that half-drop of his blood, not only did Mu Wanwan not get better as quickly as Mister Long expected, but she also fell into a long period of pain. Originally, it was just a headache, but now she hurt from her toes to her hair.

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