I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 19|Nineteen dragons

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Some messy footsteps sounded in the yard. Mr. Long endured the pain of cutting out his bones and maintained his consciousness.

He wanted to see how Mu Wanwan disliked him, so that he would have reason to attribute all her kindness to him in the past few days to her ulterior motives, so that he could blame Mrs. Chongxi The faint shadow that had been engraved on his heart these past few days was completely removed without pain.

Instead of ridiculously thinking about her kindness to him day after day in the days when she disliked him, like a deep harem resenting a dragon, secretly releasing her spiritual consciousness to pray every day.

Mr. Long struggled to pull out a touch of consciousness, reached out of the room, and clung to the curved corner of Mu's clothes. He was weak after all, and was unwilling to look at the disgusted look she would reveal later.

Mu Wanwan was not aware of the existence of spiritual consciousness. She saw that the door to the room was properly closed and there were no messy footprints on the ground in the yard. She breathed a sigh of relief and then noticed it in just a second. , the unpleasant smell in the air became more and more obvious.

She was worried about Mr. Long, so she opened the door with a bang. In an instant, a strong rancid smell hit her face, and she couldn't help but take two steps back——

What's going on? Why does the house smell so bad? She remembered that when she left in the morning, she was still fine.

But she just took two steps back, and Mr. Long's sensitive and fragile heart almost couldn't bear it anymore.

That's right, he actually has no qualifications to demand that this lady who came to celebrate his birthday be very affectionate towards him. After all, their relationship is only in name only. Not to mention that he couldn't give her anything. On the contrary, he troubled others to take care of him for a long time. .

Even if she dislikes him now, he has no reason to hate her.

Mr. Long pursed his lips tightly and slowly withdrew his consciousness.

He suddenly didn't want to look anymore, he didn't want to see her disgusted with him. After all, she had no idea he was awake at all, and all this was just wishful thinking on his part.

Mu Wanwan didn’t know that she just couldn’t help being smoked and took two steps back, causing Mr. Long’s progress bar to jump forward a lot. After she slowed down, she followed the light into the door. Sunlight suddenly made him see the room that became much brighter, and he also saw Mr. Long lying on the bed well at a glance.

The quilt on his body was not moved, so no one should have come over.

Fortunately, Mr. Long was not bullied.

Mu Wanwan thought about it, endured the unpleasant smell in the air, and walked quickly to the bed——

Her quilt on the jade bed was folded neatly aside, but the bed belonging to Mr. Long seemed to be soaked by something, showing a color that was inconsistent with the bright red color. dark colour.

The smell of rotten meat on the tip of her nose became stronger and stronger. She looked at Mr. Long’s pale and strange cheeks and tightly pursed lips, and an idea gradually emerged in her mind. Mu Wanwan did not hesitate and reached out to lift the cover on Mr. Long’s face. The bright red quilt on Mr.

Her movement was actually very light, but it made a certain dragon feel cold all over, as if he was on the edge of a cliff——

Soon.

When she lifted the quilt and saw his rotting tail, the paradise-like days he had enjoyed until now were about to end.

But he still couldn't help but look forward to it, if she didn't dislike it, if she didn't...

No, no, no one will treat him sincerely. Didn't he come here alone for more than a hundred years? The only "good brother" who gave some sincerity stabbed him hard...

Don't open it!

Don’t look...

Please...

Mr. Long’s fingertips couldn’t stop trembling, and the moment his skin came into contact with the air, his blood flowed backwards.

Mu Wanwan also saw Mr. Long’s miserable condition clearly the moment the quilt was lifted——

The long dragon tail began to crack from the place where she applied the medicine last time. Part of the scales changed from withered yellow to an almost thick black color and fell off to the side. The pus, blood and rot flowing out from the wound were almost wet. The whole quilt.

Mu Wanwan looked at his badly messed up face, which was almost the same as when she first met him. She felt dizzy and her mood was very complicated for a moment. It was not because he had soiled the quilt and the bed, it was just that she was right. Mr. Long had a deeper understanding of his injuries, and at the same time felt extremely sad.

Why did she just go out for less than half a day and this person became like this.

Obviously when she changed the dressing yesterday, Mr. Long’s tail was much better...

Looking at the mattress and quilt stained red by blood, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very weak. She stood at the head of Mr. Long's bed, and her eyes turned red for the first time in embarrassment——

Before the time travel, she was just an ordinary office worker with no medical knowledge or amazing beauty. She was always alone in that huge lonely world.

But after traveling through the book, although life was very difficult and there were many crises, because of Mr. Long's existence, she felt that she was being relied on and that she could become extremely tough and strong for others.

Although it had only been a few days, her thoughts towards Mr. Long had gone from simply wanting to wait for him to wake up to save her life, to now a touch of mutual sympathy.

But now, she failed to take good care of him.

Mu Wanwan felt a little out of breath, and the world in front of her eyes was a little blurry. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears that she didn't know when, and stood there almost helplessly——

You have to think of a solution quickly, you have to think of a solution quickly.

Are you still applying medicine like last time? Or is it actually wrong what she did last time? Countless thoughts crowded Mu Wanwan's head, leaving her unable to react at all.

The room gradually became quiet, and Mr. Long's heart beat faster and faster, but he neither heard her hateful curses, nor her screams of collapse, nor even the sound of her moving her feet to escape.

What was her reaction? Could it be that he fainted from fright?

Mr. Long still couldn't hold back, and quietly detected a glimmer of his spiritual consciousness. However, that wisp of spiritual consciousness seemed to be lost the moment he saw Mu Wanwan's expression clearly, and he froze in place.

She cried.

She actually cried, how could she cry.

Will you cry for him?

She is not bored, nor does she dislike it.

Mr. Long couldn't explain his feelings for a moment. This was different from what he expected, and it was different from what he had simulated.

The roots of his ears turned shameless red, and Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, feeling that his tail, which had rotted again due to the curse, no longer hurt so much.

After the plot in Mr. Long's mind progressed for nearly a hundred chapters, Wanwan finally calmed down. She now regrets not remembering every word of the novel carefully.

If she looked carefully, she might be able to find a way to cure Mr. Long’s tail. The book said that Mr. Long was seriously injured because of a fight with the leader of another tribe. She didn’t know the reason at all, and there was nothing she could do about it. Taking Mr. Long out to see the doctor, all she could do was get him some food and occasionally feed him some spiritual stones...

Wait, spirit stone.

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning. Mu Wanwan hurriedly piled all the spiritual stones in his pocket next to Mr. Long’s ears, and at the same time he blamed himself even more——

How could she forget that Mr. Long is a practicing dragon? His injuries cannot be cured by simply applying ointment. Most of them require a lot of spiritual energy.

Looking at Mr. Long's long-term coma as a plant dragon, 80% of his meridians are severely damaged. He certainly cannot directly absorb the thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth. If there are no spiritual stones around, it will be equivalent to a dry land. , let alone using spiritual power to repair the meridians, I am afraid it will be difficult to stay alive.

Mu Wanwan raised his sleeves and wiped away his tears. He didn't mind the bad smell in the room. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the spirit stone placed in Mr. Long's ear, hoping that this method would work.

I don’t know if praying is helpful, but those few spiritual stones seemed to fade away little by little in Mu Wanwan’s sight, turning into dense spiritual energy and entering Mr. Long’s body.