I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Thirty-six Dragons (2)

Mu Wanwan had already thought about it. After today, the temperatures would probably decline steadily, and she was now also raising a feather ball in the bedchamber. She had to buy some heating stones, as well as thick clothes. The clothes she had on now were a little too thin. She also wanted to raise some spiritual chickens and the like.

Looking at the wooden shelves in Uncle Zong’s shop, Mu Wanwan was a little surprised to find that most of the compartments that were full when she was here the last time were now empty, and the rest were filled with plants that didn’t have much value, like burning grass that weren’t even at Grade 1. There were relatively more seeds, but also not much.

Have they all been sold? Mu Wanwan speculated.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Uncle Zong came out from behind the curtain, looking as though a great load had been lifted. Mu Wanwan hadn’t noticed just now that under his eyes were all blue and black, with even a little bit of red; he was probably extremely tired.

“You’ve really helped me out big time.” Uncle Zong’s voice was a little hoarse, “Thank you.”

Mu Wanwan waved her hand. “You’re welcome, Uncle Zong.”

“Hah…” Uncle Zong sighed. The strong beastman, at that moment, seemed to be at his wit’s end. He stepped forward and closed the door of the shop, then said softly, “You saw a beastman leave when you came, right?”

Mu Wanwan nodded, “Yes.”

Uncle Zong smiled bitterly, “I won’t keep it from you.”

“He’s my younger brother. He came this time to persuade me to give up Yun’er.” Uncle Zong clenched his fists, “After you went back the last time, the Bixing grass fruits you left were very effective. She was conscious for a longer time, and even the beast patterns on her back that were about to disappear had darkened a little. I thought at first that Yun’er was about to recover.”

Uncle Zong’s eyes flashed with hatred, “But who knew— that curse… That damned witch tribe!”

The beast patterns on Uncle Zong’s forehead flashed, his veins protruding, “I thought— I thought he was just an ordinary Rank 4 witch, and his curse would drain Yun’er’s talent once at the most. But who knew, I’d underestimated the viciousness of the curse, and also underestimated the rank of that witch. The day after Yun’er’s beast patterns just regained a trace of vitality, she was drained of her talent again.”

Mu Wanwan listened with trepidation and couldn’t resist saying, “How could there be such a curse?”

Uncle Zong seemed to have aged a lot, “It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault. I know she wanted children, but it’s very difficult for two strong beastmen to conceive. After so many decades, I thought she had already given up, and I also think it’s fine to not have children…”

Uncle Zong couldn’t continue, but Mu Wanwan had also combined what he’d just said with the curse to guess what he wanted to express—

For the sake of having a child, Yun’er was tricked by the witch tribe and got cursed.

“The spiritual plants you gave ran out a few days ago, and she started to suffer again. I’ve almost sold everything I have to help her pull through to this point.” Uncle Zong wiped his face. “It’s my fault. It never crossed my mind that my younger brother had always been thinking that he could inherit the assets I’d fought tooth and nail for as I have no children.”

Uncle Zong sneered, “Seeing that I’ve been entering the auction house so frequently these days, he got anxious and came to argue with me.”

Mu Wanwan’s brows wrinkled, “So, is Aunt Yun’er feeling better now?”

Uncle Zong calmed down a little and said, “She’s better. The spiritual plants you’ve cultivated are very effective, and also seem to be able to reduce the effect of the curse. She woke up after eating a little just now.”

Mu Wanwan glanced at Uncle Zong. She was sympathetic, but there was nothing she could do. With her current limited abilities, she could only try to cultivate as many spiritual plants as possible. After all, Uncle Zong’s situation was similar to hers.

In fact, when she thought about it, if Mister Long were dying, she would surely not be able to just stand by and do nothing, and would probably go all out to help him.

Thinking about it this way, Mu Wanwan was a little anxious. Uncle Zong was a Rank 3 powerhouse— almost at rank 4. It was because he had saved many treasures from all his years of braving countless dangers that he was able to help his lover out now. As for her, she had nothing— if anything happened to Mister Long, she could probably only watch on.

At the thought of that, Mu Wanwan couldn’t help but sigh, but that eased the atmosphere.

Uncle Zong smiled. “Sigh! I’m telling you so much because I’d like you to cultivate more spiritual plants in the future. You seem to have advanced in rank, right?”

Mu Wanwan knew she couldn’t hide it from Uncle Zong, so she didn’t try. “Uncle Zong, I came this time to talk to you about getting some Grade 2 seeds.”

Uncle Zong nodded. “Grade 2 Baizhen fruit and Bixing grass fruit are more nourishing.”

Uncle Zong did not hesitate; he also knew about Mu Wanwan’s difficulties. He took out two bags of seeds and handed them to her. After thinking about it, he took out four medium-grade spirit stones and ten-odd low-grade spirit stones from his interdimensional pouch and handed them to her.

Mu Wanwan was a little startled and hurriedly waved her hand, “Uncle Zong, you’re giving too much.”

The rugged lion beastman smiled instead, “Spiritual fruit like yours that can relieve the effects of curses are rare on this continent. All this time, you’ve been willing to sell them to me, making me the one who has taken advantage of you. I have never liked taking advantage of others.”

Uncle Zong looked at her with his brown eyes, “The spiritual fruits you’ve brought this time are much more important to me than this money.”

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