I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Thirty-four Dragons (3)

Dragons were greedy beings, and so was he. At first, he was only thankful to her for being good to him, but gradually, he was no longer satisfied with this bit of warmth. Under her constant giving, he had become greedier and greedier, wanting more and more.

Mister Long thought to himself a little self-deprecatingly——

She still thought that he was comatose and unconscious. She might just be taking care of him out of pity and some other reasons. Perhaps, she didn’t have much affection for him.

But he… Ah, he had already sadly fallen deeper and deeper.

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When Mu Wanwan woke up the next day, she felt as if her hand was being held by a ball of fire. She opened her eyes and found to her embarrassment that she had grabbed Mister Long’s hand and taken advantage of him again. She let go of his hand somewhat sheepishly, sat up, and glanced at Mister Long instinctively.

At one look, she felt that she might have gotten up in the wrong manner.

Where were the ears? Where were those furry ears?

She closed her eyes, then opened them again. Mister Long’s head was still bare—there was nothing there.

Those white ears in these past few days seemed to be her illusion, and never existed at all.

Mu Wanwan stared blankly for a moment, then knelt on the bed agitatedly, carefully parting Mister Long’s hair and searched for some time.

She really didn’t find those ears.

She felt a little rattled. So, could it be that what she saw the past few days were all hallucinations that arose from her not seeing anything furry for too long?

But they didn’t feel fake to the touch at all.

It was only after a full ten minutes that she slowly recovered from the loss of those furry ears. She picked up the purse placed by the pillow, regretfully touched the unsightly white ears embroidered on it, counted the money inside, sighed, and put it in her chest lapel.

She washed up and had breakfast. When she finished loading up and was about to set off, it still wasn’t very late—about seven or eight o’clock. However, the sky was somewhat overcast, and it seemed like it was about to rain.

After thinking about it, Mu Wanwan still took the broken umbrella with her. If she could go to the market today, she must buy a new umbrella, and also a straw rain cape—that would be convenient for work.

“Mister Long, I’m going out.” Mu Wanwan glanced at the little bit of ginseng that was left and the one Baizhen fruit she kept aside, and frowned. There were no life-saving spiritual plants at home anymore. Now that she was at Rank 2, she wanted to try to see if she could get some seeds of higher value from Uncle Zong.

After closing the door, Mu Wanwan walked out with the basket on his back.

This time, following her memory, she made her way to the place where she had met Hongye several times before, but there was no one.

She walked a little further tentatively. In front of the palace where she and Mister Long lived, there was a place that was a little out of the way where the servants lived.

Since there was no one waiting for her here, she would just go to them.

When Mu Wanwan got to the side hall, she just happened to see Fuliu walking out with an unhappy face.

She also saw Mu Wanwan. A touch of surprise swept across her eyes; she bowed towards Mu Wanwan slightly, and that was all the courtesy she gave.

Mu Wanwan knew that it was actually very rude of her to do this. After all, Mister Long was still the sovereign of the dragon territory in name, and she was the sovereign’s wife. But now that the situation was against them, it was already not bad that they were still alive.

Mu Wanwan didn’t know that Ao Qin didn’t kill Mister Long because he didn’t get Mister Long’s horn and couldn’t open the treasure at the core of the forbidden area. She thought that Ao Qin was only all this for pride and his inner perversions.

So, she had actually been very worried that Ao Qin would come to abuse them one day when he was in a bad mood. Fortunately, for the time being, no such thing has happened.

Therefore, even if the maids were very disrespectful to her, she didn’t feel dissatisfied.

“Why has Madam come out?” Fuliu looked Mu Wanwan up and down, and was a little surprised. Why did she feel that the madam in front of her was a little different from the one she saw more than half a month ago?

This madam’s eyes were brighter. Her appearance hadn’t changed much, and the clothes she was wearing were still very plain—the light blue clothes had become a little faded from washing, and they were obviously old clothes that she brought with her when she got married. On her back was a large ratty basket—the sort that could be bought with a few copper coins—which contained some vegetables. On top was a small cloth bag; it was likely that there were handkerchiefs, purses, and other such items in it.

Hongye had told her last time that this madam had bought quite a lot of scrap fabric.

Moreover, this madam gave her a very comfortable feeling. Could it be that she had advanced in rank?

Generally speaking, the stronger one was, the more they gave off a mysterious air, and their temperament would also change accordingly.

Thinking of this, Fuliu softened her voice, “Is Madam going to the market?”

Mu Wanwan nodded at her. “I’ve been keeping track of the days. I should be allowed to go out.”

Fuliu glanced at her back basket, “Madam, are you off to sell vegetables?”

Mu Wanwan nodded, not denying it.

Fuliu felt that this madam’s life was much worse than her own, and for some reason, she felt very refreshed. “Ah, you’ll only fetch a few coins by selling vegetables. Madam, I remember that you are a Rank 1 cultivator, so why did you only grow vegetables?

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