CH 143

Sixty-three Dragons (1)

Mister Long waited quietly for his wife to come back. Mengmeng leaned on one of his hands, giving a furry and ticklish sensation.

Outside, snow was falling heavily. The courtyard was very quiet, but it wasn’t like the desolation of before. He gently closed his eyes and cast his spiritual consciousness outwards, gradually enveloping the palace that had once been his lonely residence——

In the kitchen, the messy Burning Grass had been neatly arranged and placed together. Various spices and seasonings were neatly arranged in the kitchen cabinet, and the spiritual rice was stored on the lower shelf in a small bag. The three little chicks’ cage had been placed in the kitchen, with a heating stone inside. They were huddled together, playing some unknown game.

Behind the kitchen of the side hall was a piece of unpaved land where the soil had been mostly dug up. There was an iron shovel placed nearby.

On the corner of the wall, there was a bloodstain left by her carelessness before, which had now turned dark red.

The long corridor led to the main room, which was filled with her traces and scent.

The courtyard was quite large, but it used to be very empty. Now, several plant seedlings had been placed there, mostly under the eaves. There were one or two plants that had gone beyond their boundaries, swaying with the wind, with snowflakes falling on their tender shoots.

Ah, she also had moments of sloppiness.

A smile flashed in his eyes. Mister Long cautiously moved his legs, and the pain coming from his bones due to the curse made his cheeks pale for a moment.

He had actually gotten much better these days. The time he spent awake was gradually getting longer, and the fifth fragment of his original core was about to be successfully connected. However, most of his spiritual energy remained sealed, and using it for flight or to alleviate the pain was too extravagant.

After all, he still had no way to obtain spirit stones, and his previous accumulations had been plundered in that battle.

He had to rely on his wife for support.

So, he needed to be frugal.

Sometime soon, he would try to venture outside and bring back some things.

Thinking of that person’s appearance made Mister Long feel that the pain had alleviated slightly. The tips of his toes touched her slippers, and most of his feet were left bare.

Mister Long’s cheeks burned. His feet were very big, and his wife had forgotten to buy him shoes.

As he moved, the feathery chirp’s backrest disappeared. The tiny creature, still snoring softly, toppled onto the table but remained stubbornly asleep, enjoying a deep slumber.

Mengmeng was still very young and needed long hours of sleep every day.

Mister Long paid no attention to it. He propped himself up on the table, the faint breeze swaying his light blue robes. His once strong legs felt as if the bones had been broken, and piercing pain shot from his fingertips all the way through his meridians. His muscles stiffened, and any movement caused excruciating pain deep within his bones.

Although his legs appeared intact, they were already decaying from within.

Unable to rely on his spiritual power, Mister Long could only move inch by inch with the strength of his arms. He was worse than an ordinary mortal, worse than a cripple.

Mister Long’s knuckles turned white. He finally “walked” beyond the reach of the table, but there was still a long way to go to the door and the pain had already caused beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

He turned to the side and caught a glimpse of himself in the copper mirror in front of the wardrobe——

Terrifying curse marks covered his face, resembling flowing black and red blood. They crisscrossed densely, starting from his temples and disappearing beneath his collar. The long hair at his temples clung wetly to his face, creating a stark contrast with the pale areas untouched by the curse marks. His lips were bluish-purple, his forehead bore grotesque broken horns, and his appearance was hideous, resembling a monster.

Mister Long’s pupils contracted. He knew that he was now very ugly, but he had never seen his current self with his own eyes.

He couldn’t fathom how he had the confidence to think that his wife had any other feelings for him.

After all, in her eyes, he had always been this way.

It wasn’t a self-deceptive appearance, but a scar-covered, disabled, and unattractive dragon.

A profound emotion welled up in his eyes, and Mister Long suddenly felt disgusted with himself——

She took care of him wholeheartedly, not disgusted by his ugliness or bothered by the trouble he was. Yet he, relying on her kindness and lack of defences, attempted to get closer and be more intimate with her every day.

He…

He had wanted to drag her down to hell with him.

As Mister Long looked at the somewhat distorted reflection in the bronze mirror, darkness welled up in his heart, and a broken gasp escaped his throat.

He didn’t have complete certainty that he could protect her fully.

But still, he felt a greedy, despicable, selfish, and overbearing desire to be with her.

The desire to possess her was stronger than any other longing he had ever known.

His palms were drenched in cold sweat, and a sudden surge of pain emanated from the cursed area in his bent leg. The suppressed curse seized the opportunity to intrude, attempting to disrupt the impending connection of the fifth fragment of his original core. His spiritual consciousness blurred for a moment, and concealed beneath his long robe, his legs transformed into a dragon tail. The scales rapidly turned withered and yellow, tearing through his trousers.

Mister Long’s long lashes trembled in pain, and blood slowly trickled from the corner of his lips.