I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Forty-two Dragons (2)

When the sunlight spilled on the floor, the feathery chirp opened its eyes. Its little wing has already grown a lot, and it has recovered some spirit with Mu Wanwan’s feeding. It was no longer as quiet as it was in the beginning, and had become a little noisy.

It seemed to be unhappy to have awakened all alone and started an unrelenting chirp attack.

“Chirp chirp!”

“Chirp! Chirp!!”

“Chirp~!”

Its calls were tender and crisp, and drove away the last bits of Mu Wanwan’s sleepiness when she heard them.

She left her dream and came back to reality. Faced with the heavy responsibilities of caring for a dragon, a chirp, and cultivating spiritual plants for Yun’er, no matter how much her heart ached for the little Mister Long in her dream, she had to wake up and get to work.

When Mu Wanwan’s arm left Mister Long, a certain dragon who was already feeling sour to begin with felt like getting up immediately to throw this eyesore of a chirp outside.

It was still fine if it kept silent, but the moment it chirped, Mister Long immediately thought of the wound on his wife’s neck— wasn’t it this chirp who caused it? Even if it did help him out by preventing his wife from dreaming, his rare moment of being able to secretly spend some time together for a while was now interrupted by this chirp again.

“Little Mister Long.” Mu Wanwan got up and looked at Mister Long—

Apart from the broken horns that were different, their furry ears were exactly the same, and would even twitch now and then.

Mu Wanwan’s eyes softened; she rubbed his furry ears lightly, then got ready to get out of bed.

Mister Long’s cheeks burned when she suddenly touched his sensitive ears. His spiritual consciousness followed her, and when he saw her approach the wardrobe, the image of her changing clothes the last time came to mind. His spiritual consciousness seemed to have been suddenly burned, and immediately turned and went back to him.

No, an honest and upright dragon wouldn’t do things like peeping.

Unless his wife wanted him to watch.

But not looking was one thing, and his thoughts running amok was another.

Mister Long felt that he was very despicable. Blushing furiously, he thought about things he shouldn’t be thinking about for a little while, then decided to calm down once and for all and concentrate on repairing his meridians—

When it was nighttime…

When it was nighttime, he would think about it again.

……

After changing, Mu Wanwan went about with the household chores in a speedy practiced manner.

Washing up, cleaning the dragon and the chirp, making breakfast, feeding the dragon and the chirp, doing the laundry, hanging up the laundry… After thinking about it, she decided to take advantage of the good weather and took out the bedding and quilt to dry.

Next, she went to put away the things she bought, then changed the soil. After busying about for half a day, she finally began to formally begin her work of cultivating plants.

Mu Wanwan had bought some small pots on her last trip to the market specially to be used for growing spiritual plants. The spiritual soil Uncle Zong had given her should be able to last for a while, so she didn’t buy any.

Alright- the main reason was that she couldn’t afford them.

After these few trips to the market, Mu Wanwan now had a clear understanding of the market prices. Even in the relatively cheaper elven market, spiritual soil was very costly— generally, a small bag of ordinary spiritual soil would cost three to five low-grade spirit stones.

Spiritual soil that had better effects would cost even more.

Uncle Zong had given her some spiritual soil when they first met, and another large bag after that. Although it wasn’t the kind of spiritual soil with very good effects, it was already hard to come by. Moreover, Uncle Zong had also said that he would help her. So, even if all this was in part due to the fact that the spiritual plants she cultivated had some special effects, Mu Wanwan was still very grateful to them.

Things were difficult for Uncle Zong, and the Yun’er she had met was such a gentle and warm lady. With them both kind people, she didn’t want to let them down even more.

Also, while the past month or so seemed to have been peaceful, she didn’t know when Bai Shuiyao and Ao Qin would come to look for trouble with her and Mister Long. She had to hurry and earn more spirit stones and medicine now.

At this thought, Mu Wanwan picked up the pace and sprinkled a little spiritual soil into a pot, then took out two Grade 2 Bixing grass seeds and got ready to begin cultivating—

Grade 2 Bixing grass seeds were a little bigger than those of Grade 1, but they were drier and also harder. All it took was one look and she could tell they would be harder to cultivate than Grade 1 seeds.

Mu Wanwan was not discouraged. She first sent out a little wood elemental energy to sense the vitality of the seed. The speed at which this seed absorbed spiritual energy wasn’t very fast. She hesitated for a while, then took another seed.

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