I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Thirty-seven Dragons (3)

She didn’t know how she endured the pain on the way back, but when she opened the door and saw her brother, who was knocked unconscious and tied up, and that Gold Dragon guard who was leisurely drinking tea, her eyes turned red instantly. “I’ve already given her the hallucinogenic weed. Let my brother go.”

“Oh.” Jin Qiang nodded, stood up, walked to her side, and looked down at her condescendingly while squeezing her shoulder with such force that she cried out in pain.

“Stop screaming. Let me check.” Jin Qiang was very unhappy and gave Lan’er a fierce glare. After making sure that the hallucinogenic weed that was previously placed on her had been used, he tossed her impatiently to Feng’s side.

Lan’er fell to the ground on her back, scraping a large area of skin, and held back from crying in pain.

“When will she enter the dream?” Jin Qiang asked.

Enduring the pain, Lan’er said, “She will definitely enter the dream within three days.”

“What a piece of trash,” Jin Qiang gave her a kick. Looking at the siblings’ wretched state, he snorted, “I’ll keep you two alive for now.”

At that, he summoned his spirit cloud and left.

He, Jin Qiang, was just a very ordinary young dragon of the Golden Dragon clan. He had only just reached Rank 3, and was just a few decades old. This time, he was lucky enough to grab the order issued by Senior Jin Yan. As long as a human woman was under the effects of a Grade 3 hallucinogenic weed, it was simply too easy.

It’s just that the effects of this hallucinogenic weed was better when used by elves. However, as he didn’t have much foundation and couldn’t bully the powerful elves, he could only pick on the weak— Lan’er and her brother were just the right fit.

Keeping them alive was also for the ease of using them just in case there would be any other tasks next time.

Travelling on his cloud, Jin Qiang secretly counted the days, planning to look for Senior Jin Yan in three days. He even began to imagine how he would gain Senior Jin Yan’s appreciation after everything went well, and from there on, he would embark on the peak of a smooth-sailing life.

Mu Wanwan had not the slightest inkling that she had been set up. Even after they left the market and returned to the tyrant’s abode, she was still feeling a little emotional. The cruelty of this world was so prevalent— even the elves, who had the reputation of being the most good-natured in this continent, had a dark side like this. She was a little afraid to think about the life Mister Long led when he was young.

Observing that Mu Wanwan’s mind was elsewhere, Hongye glanced at the clothes on her body that had been dirtied by Lan’er, then looked at the limp and tattered vegetables in her pack basket that were still vibrant and fresh before she entered the market. She automatically made up a drama about Madam being bullied, and considerately kept quiet.

She was heading back early this time. The weather was fine, and it didn’t rain.

The ox cart was not slow, and by the time she said goodbye to Hongye and returned to her familiar little courtyard, only half a day had passed.

Mu Wanwan locked the courtyard door, put the pack basket in the yard, and pushed open the door of the room—

“Chirp!”

As soon as she entered, Mengmeng, who had regained some vitality, launched a tweet attack at her. Mu Wanwan couldn’t help breaking into a smile. She touched its fluffy little neck and enjoyed the little featherball’s affectionate rubbing, feeling that the heartache and fatigue of the morning had been much lessened.

After rubbing the feathery chirp, Mu Wanwan drank some water and rested for a bit before walking to the bedside. She looked worriedly at the black and red lines on Mister Long’s cheeks.

According to her observations these days, the black and red lines on Mister Long’s cheeks didn’t always move. Usually, when they did, it was accompanied by other symptoms such as his tail becoming rotten, him vomiting blood, or face becoming deathly pale.

She didn’t know before that there was such a possibility that Mister Long was cursed and only thought he had suffered a serious internal injury. But after meeting Uncle Zong today and hearing about the existence of a type of curse that could absorb one’s talent, she gained a new understanding of Mister Long’s injuries.

Perhaps, Mister Long had been cursed.

With slightly furrowed brows, Mu Wanwan stretched out her hand and stroked the lines on Mister Long’s face bit by bit, then carefully squeezed the furry ears that had appeared again for some reason, and told him what happened today in a soft voice.

She wanted to find someone to confide in. Although Mengmeng was very cute, it was just a little bird without spiritual intelligence. So, Mu Wanwan was more still inclined to treat Mister Long as the object of her confidance.

“Uncle Zong said that the spiritual fruits I cultivated have the effect of alleviating the curse. I wonder if you are under a curse.” As Mu Wanwan spoke, she took out the spirit stones from her pocket and placed it by his pillow. “I’ll change your menu from now on, and give you spiritual fruit to eat every day.”

A certain dragon who just woke up from the strong surge of spiritual energy and heard this bad news, “……”

The comatose dragon had no say. Although he was going to have to eat those unpalatable fruits, when he heard that his wife was doing so for his sake, Mister Long’s heart still gave a little leap of joy. His divine consciousness swept across the four mid-grade spirit stones beside his pillow, and his heart ached.

He knew that his wife was not one of those very powerful cultivators, and also knew how hard she worked every day.

These spirit stones were probably obtained through many days of hard work.

Yet, she didn’t keep any of it for herself, and instead, gave them all to him.

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