I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Thirty-nine Dragons (2)

Mu Wanwan gave a bitter smile. Why had her imagination made Mister Long’s childhood so miserable? If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have to endure this terrible sensation.

But even so, she still wanted to know what kind of life he lived in the dream. So, Mu Wanwan mustered up the courage and walked in unhesitatingly—

It was wet and dirty, and there was something like a rat tugging at her calf. Mu Wanwan felt that she was about to suffocate. She walked in the icy muddy water for more than ten minutes and finally reached the end after taking several turns based on intuition.

She was actually feeling very nauseated, as in these ten minutes, the water got deeper and deeper, and there were more and more dirty things. She even saw a two-headed snake swimming past her legs with its tongue flicking out, and was so scared that she almost lost her mind.

Mu Wanwan shivered a little from the cold. She turned the last corner and suddenly met a pair of brilliant pupils that were like liquid gold, and her whole body froze in place.

It was Mister Long.

He was barefoot. The soles of his feet had turned into sharp claws, and he was firmly pressed against the wall that was neither too high nor too low, crouched over at the end of the alley. The wounds on his arms had scabbed over and his tail was raised defensively, causing blood to snake downwards and drip down the wall.

This was Mu Wanwan’s first time seeing Mister Long awake—

His eyes are terrifyingly bright. His thick black eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and his long and curved eyelashes were like a pair of brushes. His lips were pursed as he stared with a deadly glare, as if he would pounce on her in the next second and tear her to pieces with his sharp claws.

He was very fierce, and his expression was cold and indifferent. He was clearly still a very young dragon, but it was as if he had lost all expressions and become someone with facial paralysis.

“M-mister Long…”

Mu Wanwan was a little scared and called out his name instinctively.

But the person opposite her did not react and just kept staring in her direction. Perhaps out of nervousness, the pair of ears on his head trembled.

Seeing his ears tremble, Mu Wanwan felt her defences break. She clutched at her heart, which was beating somewhat quickly out of fear, and walked in tentatively.

Mister Long didn’t move and just continued to stare defensively in the direction she was standing before.

So, it turned out that he was being on guard?

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her cheeks a little embarrassedly. This was a dream, so why was she being afraid of a person in her dream?

She went around behind Mister Long and took a few more steps inwards. The water gradually grew higher. Not wanting to have to endure that terrible sensation any longer, she walked straight ahead in one breath. After walking for some time and turning at several forks, she finally came to a relatively dry place.

Mu Wanwan sighed, looked down at her clothes that did not get dirtied at all, and could not hold back a shiver.

Only after confirming that she really hadn’t gotten anything on her was she in the mood to start looking around—

This was probably Mister Long’s secret base. There were lots of small gravel stones around which raised the terrain a little higher, ensuring that it wouldn’t be submerged in water.

In a corner, there was also… a house built of stones, wood pieces, and some straw?

With a dull pain in her heart, Mu Wanwan walked over to the small “house” that was just a little taller than she was, that someone had spent countless efforts to decorate.

A large stone was used as the base, and its edges had been chiselled with claws to make gaps that could stick things in. Small stones were stacked on it, sandwiching wooden planks, and little by little, they made a house.

It was very small, very run down, and was built with a lot of care.

Mu Wanwan was about to pull open the decrepit wooden door, but her hand suddenly stopped in midair. She squeezed her somewhat shaky fingertips and stood silently beside the small house and waited a long time.

Waiting for Mister Long to complete his vigilance, then drag his injured tail back “home”.

His eyes have turned into a normal colour. They were long, narrow, and dark, like two obsidians, with the run-down little corner reflected in them, but there seemed to be a trace of relaxation and peace of mind.

Mu Wanwan watched him walk slowly towards his “home”. Although he was wearing a tattered grey cloak and covering those furry ears that could not be hidden, his backbone was pencil straight, and as he tugged on his cuffs that have rolled up a little, he was proud and elegant like a nobleman.

To be honest, if Mister Long’s ears didn’t twitch from time to time, she would have been deceived by his arrogant and cool indifference.

Mu Wanwan watched him walk in from the alley. In the short distance of a dozen-odd steps, he had tidied his clothes several times. They were clearly soaked through and dirty, and it made no difference whether he tidied them or not, but he was still very particular about it.

So, it turned out that Mister Long was such a fussy dragon?

Mu Wanwan’s eyes stung a little. She saw him approach the door with bright eyes, then opened it in a pretentious manner and said softly, “Daddy’s back.”

Daddy? Was Mister Long already a father at such a young age?

Feeling both sour and a little curious, Mu Wanwan quietly followed behind him and walked in with her back bent over.

Ah, the room was pitch black, with only a little light peeking in from outside.

She looked around carefully several times before she saw what Mister Long was talking to.

There was no little dragon like she had thought— it was two white eggs!

Two eggs, that were very clearly the eggs of spirit chickens =_= !! They were exactly the same as the one she had just bought, and were also about the same size.

The author has something to say:

Little Mister Long (cheeks slightly red): “I’m not fussy, I just like to be clean! Humph!”

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