CH 80

I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Chapter 80

Thirty-eight Dragons (1) - unedited

Her soft voice was in his ears, and the ginseng in his mouth had a bitter taste.

Mister Long’s spiritual consciousness1 swept past Mu Wanwan’s inconspicuous but visible dark eye circles. He looked at her worried expression and finally landed on her fingers, which were more callused than when he first met her because she had been cultivating spiritual plants to take care of him. His heart felt like it was being roasted—

How could he be so selfish to only be thinking about not wanting to lose her care?

She was already working very hard, and these spirit stones were all saved by her little by little.

Besides, the dragon outside was just playing a prank now. If he didn’t get recover soon, what if they just kill her next time out of boredom?

When this thought crossed his mind, Mister Long’s expression grew ugly, and there was even a moment where he was about to be driven mad by this thought.

He would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen.

Mister Long's knuckles turned white as he suppressed the fear in his heart; his heart became increasingly uneasy.

“Does it hurt?” Mu Wanwan saw that his complexion was looking worse and worse, dampened a towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead, then touched his fluffy ears with some heartache. She thought about it, then took another Bixing grass fruit, squeezed it in her hand, and forced a smile. “Mister Long, don’t be afraid. I’ll work harder and definitely earn more spirit stones the next time I go out.

“You won’t be in so much pain, then.” Mu Wanwan’s hands shook a little, “Although I feel bad about it, I asked Uncle Zong to see if he can help to get some Jinjiang grass seeds and Condensed Snow Pills. I heard that they are very effective for daemons.”

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath. Seeing that his face was becoming increasingly distorted, she really was a little panicked. She was truly about to be tortured to death by this dragon—

In the beginning, she had only wanted to take care of him so he would let her go after he got well.

But she had been alone for two lifetimes. Now that she had someone who was relying on her wholeheartedly, she gradually couldn’t let go of him anymore as she saw him suffer so much pain every time.

Each and every one of her words was like gentle knives, causing Mister Long a great deal of agony.

He didn’t know how long he struggled before he snapped out of the notion of wanting to hurt himself. His eyes were sore.

At this time, he could no longer be wilful.

If she learned about the things he didn’t want to recall and hated him as a result, he wouldn’t be in a position to complain.

Because that was what he was— he was a deformity, and so was his past.

She had already suffered so much by marrying him.

If— If she abhorred him…

When he woke up—

When he woke up…

He would be sure to tie her up, lock her up, make her wash and cook for him, not let her go out, nor buy her anything. He would be a scumbag dragon and mate with her with his original form that she despised, and make her lay him a hundred eggs. He would torture her day and night and make her regret that she had ever despised him.

Mister Long’s palms were all sweaty. He was embarrassed and in pain, cruel and domineering.

Now, he could only do his best to recuperate, and strive to repair the fourth and fifth pieces of his original core in one go. This way, he would have some ability to defend himself.

Even if someone wanted to bully her, he could also protect her.

Mister Long’s heart squeezed. Not having the heart to torment himself anymore, he retracted his spiritual consciousness and went to absorb spiritual energy aggrievedly.

He didn’t even notice that his eyelashes were shamefully stained with a little moisture, shining and bright.

Mu Wanwan thought he was crying from pain and her heart ached even more—

A once almighty villainous dragon was now in so much pain that he was crying unconsciously.

He really was pitiful.

She changed the towel on Mister Long’s forehead, waited a while, changed the ginseng slice in his mouth and fed him one Bixing grass fruit, then watched over him for the rest of the afternoon. Only when she saw his complexion gradually improve and there was no sign of him vomiting blood did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness he didn’t get any worse.

“Chirp!”

Perhaps dissatisfied that Mu Wanwan had been taking care of Mister Long as soon as she came back and didn’t even touch itself, Mengmeng kept chirping.

Mu Wanwan was a little resigned. She glanced at the skinny chirp, then at the sky. It was a little late; she had to hurry up and cook, feed the little chirp, wash up, and cultivate plants.

Thinking about the things she had to do, Mu Wanwan took the towel off Mister Long’s forehead. Just as she was about to stand up, she was overcome by a pang of dizziness and also felt some pain in her neck.

She rubbed her head to catch her breath, but her eyes were still a little fuzzy—

Was it because she had been overexerting herself lately?

Or was it the after-effects of not sleeping for the past few days?

Mu Wanwan sat back and rested for a while, then walked to Mengmeng who was chirping somewhat anxiously. Mengmeng had always been quiet and gentle, but it was acting rather strangely today.

“What’s the matter, Mengmeng? Is your wing hurting?” asked Mu Wanwan.

“Chirp!”

Mengmeng opened its eyes wide and rubbed its little feathery head on her hand rather anxiously. It tickled, and Mu Wanwan couldn’t help laughing, “Haha, stop rubbing.”

“Chirp chirp~”

Mengmeng’s skinny little body stepped onto Mu Wanwan’s hand, and she fluttered her little wings hard. Mu Wanwan was afraid of hurting it, so she let it do as it wanted on her hand.

“Chirp~ “ Mengmeng didn’t seem satisfied. It stepped on her hand as if it wanted to go somewhere.

“What’s wrong?” Mu Wanwan had no choice but to sit down. She held the featherball carefully in her hands and watched as it shook its little head in a human-like manner, and how it also seemed to have taken a lot of interest in her face.

“Hmm?”

A thought suddenly came to Mu Wanwan’s mind—

It was said that the greatest delusion of humankind was that their cat loved them, and the same was true of Mu Wanwan now.

Footnotes:

1 spiritual consciousness: Previously translated as “divine consciousness”, I’ve decided to go with spiritual consciousness as it’s more fitting.