I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 28|Twenty-eight dragons

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He was obviously feeling very uncomfortable, but she still touched his forehead.

The cool palms were filled with the chill of rain, and the moist touch lowered the temperature on his forehead, making Mr. Long feel much more comfortable. However, the delicate skin slowly slid across his forehead, which made him feel uncomfortable for a while. A thrilling feeling that I have never experienced before.

Mr. Long’s fingers hidden under the quilt were clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white.

But soon, Mu Wanwan's cold hands were warmed by his forehead, losing the cooling effect.

It must be a fever.

Mu Wanwan was very worried and glanced at Mr. Long——

Usually, his normal state is that he has black and red lines on his face, but his complexion is still very pale, but today, in addition to the areas covered by the lines, his face is also red, including his ears.

"Why do you have a fever?" Mu Wanwan couldn't think of anything else and hurriedly got some water to soak the handkerchief, wring it out and put it on Mr. Long's forehead to cool him down.

After completing these actions, she still felt uneasy and lifted the quilt and took a look at Mr. Long's tail. It was not rotten.

It shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Mu Wanwan frowned, still a little worried. She originally wanted to boil some water to take a bath, but now Mr. Long seemed to have a fever, so she had to sit quietly by the bed, thinking about the next few days. plan, looking at the door unconsciously.

Mr. Long gradually calmed down because of the cold handkerchief on his forehead, but his ears were still a little hot. He carefully found out a trace of consciousness, which slowly spread out from the bright red quilt.

She should have changed her clothes by now, and he is now reaching out with his consciousness. It should be okay, right?

Mr. Long couldn't explain the feeling in his heart. When his consciousness slowly stuck to Mu's curved sleeves, he let out a sigh of relief.

Mu Wanwan sat down for a while, then changed the scarf on Mr. Long's forehead. When he looked again, he saw that most of the redness on his face had receded. When he touched his forehead, it was no longer as hot as before.

This is?

Okay?

So fast?

Mu Wanwan still didn’t dare to leave. After thinking about it, he walked to several pots of blue star grass placed by the window, picked out a fairly good-looking seedling, and guided the spiritual power in his body, exuding light from his fingertips. The gleaming green light conveyed the wood spiritual power without reservation. Soon, the green star grass gradually matured, and the two green buds grew up quickly, holding up the middle half. The transparent fruit grows bigger little by little.

This time, Mu Wanwan did not withdraw her spiritual power as soon as she saw the ripe fruit of the Blue Star Grass. Instead, she channeled half more of her original power, making the fruit more shiny and beautiful.

When she felt a little dizzy, she stopped, carefully picked off the fruit, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she didn't know why Mr. Long had a brief fever, she guessed that it might be because he lacked spiritual power, or his wounds were hidden somewhere she couldn't see.

This Bixingcao fruit used 80% of her spiritual power, and the fruit produced was much larger than other Bixingcao fruits. Mu Wanwan even vaguely felt that this fruit might have entered the second stage. level.

She washed the fruit and wiped off the water drops on it, then walked to the bed and gently held his chin.

Mr. Long was a little surprised and had a vague guess in his heart. The next moment, she felt that the ginseng slices in her mouth were taken out and replaced by cold and bitter juice.

The taste is different from the previous Baizhen Fruit. It is the fruit of the Blue Star Grass that Mu Wanwan just spent most of his spiritual energy to cultivate.

Hold in the translucent peel, just poke a small hole and the pulp inside will flow out like water. Mr. Long was forced to swallow the juice, and felt that the fruit of the Blue Star Grass contained a lot of spiritual power and essence. There was even a trace of strange energy. As soon as it entered his body, he rushed towards the huge curse, as if he was going to die with the curse of the abyss monster, and scattered a trace of the curse.

Mr. Long was surprised, his eyelashes trembled, and he had a new understanding of this happy lady.

She doesn't seem to be that low-endowed.

The consciousness could not help but move up slowly, resting on Mu's curved face.

His wife is not the kind of beauty with peerless appearance at first glance, but she has a pair of clear and beautiful dark eyes, a slightly pink mouth, thin cheeks, a round nose, and semi-wet hair. Hanging on the side of her face, she was lowering her head at the moment, feeding him fruit seriously, her expression focused and as quiet as an ink painting.

Mr. Long's heart felt hot. He felt her fingertips wiping the juice from his lips and enjoyed her meticulous care. He felt calmer than ever before. He withdrew his consciousness and began to absorb energy with peace of mind to heal his body. of injuries.

He must get better quickly and take her away from this place full of hypocrisy and danger.

Now Ao Qin doesn't kill him, one reason is for face, and the most important reason is because of the treasures in the Dragon Clan's forbidden land.

The Dragon Clan has been passed down for thousands of years, and the treasures in the forbidden area of ​​the mansion are just the tip of the iceberg. Over the past million years, fewer and fewer people have ascended, and the treasures left behind by those who have ascended have become very precious.

But all these treasures are scattered in various forbidden areas, with the outer periphery sealed with an eighth-level magic circle, and the core treasures are locked with a tenth-level magic circle. As long as the dragon clan reaches level three or above, they can freely enter the periphery of the forbidden area, but in the core area, only each leader is eligible to open it.

Although Ao Qin has now taken over all the power in his hands, he does not have his horns. A dragon that cannot cut off the horns of the previous leader is not qualified to become the new leader.

If he dies and no new leader is born, according to the previous agreement, all the barriers in the forbidden area will be opened. At that time, the entire dragon clan will lose its greatest treasure.

So Mr. Long knows that he still has some time, but he doesn't know how long it will be.

Although he was seriously injured in the last battle, those people did not take advantage. The leader of the demon clan was almost bitten in half by him, and he should be in retreat now.

Mr. Long hopes that his recovery time will be slower and slower.

Because once Ao Qin reached an agreement with the demon clan, got his horn, and gained the recognition of the forbidden land, then he would lose his last support.

My wife will also be dragged to death because she married a **** like him.

He will never allow this kind of thing.

He made a mistake and was defeated miserably. Even if he lost his life, he would not regret it.

But she doesn’t know anything yet.

I don’t know that he is awake, I don’t know his dark and **** past, I don’t know the heavy shackles on him, and I don’t know how dangerous it is to marry him.

Mr. Long suddenly clenched his fingers, and his joints turned white.

How unlucky was she to meet herself.

How cruel is he to think that her marrying him is the luckiest thing in his life.

——Mu Wanwan knew nothing about Mr. Long’s inner complexity and guilt.

After she finished feeding the dragon safely, she touched his forehead again and found that it was not as hot as before. She was relieved and shivered from the cold.

The temperature was not high today, the wind was strong, and she was caught in the rain. She was worried that Mr. Long would not take a shower in time, so now she felt cold and trembling all over.

And I didn’t eat at noon, so now I am simply hungry and cold.

Mu Wanwan rubbed his arms, took out the Qiankun bag and stuffed it under the pillow, then went to the side hall with his clothes and an umbrella.

She had to boil some hot water and take a bath, otherwise she might catch a cold.

The kitchen and bathing room are separate. Mu Wanwan started to feel a little embarrassed because she was stingy and didn’t buy a new umbrella. Although her broken umbrella can cover the light and moderate rain, heavy rain like today is really difficult. It cannot be covered.

By the time she boiled water and took a bath, when she returned to the room, her new clothes were half wet.

Mu Wanwan changed into another set, and felt a little stuffed when she looked at the dirty clothes in the basin. It was raining so hard, and she didn’t know when it would stop. She probably wouldn’t be able to do the laundry, if it hadn’t been for her this time I bought a lot of clothes, but I'm afraid I don't have enough to change them.

Mu Wanwan felt a little more energetic when she thought about the things she bought. She took out the Qiankun bag placed under the pillow and started taking them out one by one.

The Qiankun that Uncle Zong gave her was actually not that big. The internal space was only about two meters long, wide and high. But to Mu Wanwan, it was the most valuable thing she had now. You know, even if This kind of storage bag has a small storage space and does not have any function of keeping warm and fresh. It also costs a lot of low-grade spiritual stones on the market, and can only be exchanged for spiritual stones.

Even when the Mu family was still prosperous, Father Mu never bought one for Bai Shuiyao.

Uncle Zong gave it to her directly and generously, probably because he really wanted to continue to cooperate with him.

Mu Wanwan is not stupid. After this market, combined with Uncle Zong’s reaction and her previous high success rate of cultivating seeds, she can guess that the original person has cultivated some plants before, but the effect It's not as good as her cultivation, so it may be that the changes in her soul after she passed through the book caused some changes in the spiritual power in her body.

And it's a good change.

Mu Wanwan has a smile in her eyes, so she still has a golden finger! Otherwise, she would start with a disabled dragon and then not get the golden finger, so she would just pack up and jump into the river with Mr. Dragon...

But as for dragons, they won’t die even if they jump into the river.

Mu Wanwan didn’t know how his thoughts got to this point. He shook his head and wanted to quickly organize his things, get something to eat and take a nap.

The method of using the Qiankun Bag is also very simple. When she was at Uncle Zong's place, she followed Uncle Zong's instructions and imprinted a trace of her spiritual power into it. It only cost a small amount of spiritual power to use it.

First the largest quilt and clothes, Mu Wanwan took them out and put them in the cabinet, then the rice noodles she ate and the bones and meat she bought for a lot of silver coins, which she put in the basket together with egg whites and sugar. .

She also bought two pairs of shoes. Her shoes were all wet, and the shoes were not expensive. The two pairs only cost three silver coins, equivalent to fifteen yuan a pair. It was really a sale, but The quality is also very average. They are not good shoes. They are also bare and have no pattern at all.

In addition to these things, Mu Wanwan also bought some lamp oil and wicks. Although she now has enough spiritual power to cultivate seeds every day, she still decided to do some needlework at night. She could subsidize her family more, and she wanted to use some spiritual stones herself. Only when her spiritual power improved could she have more wood-type spiritual power to cultivate seeds.

It didn't matter that she didn't know that her spiritual power was special before, but now that she knows, improving herself is also a necessary part of raising a dragon. If she has no way to make money, then there will be no way to rely on Mr. Long's spiritual stones.

Mu Wanwan took out the most important and valuable small bag, which contained all the property of the two of them, including one medium-grade spiritual stone, four low-grade spiritual stones, three silver coins and five copper plates.

Silver coins and copper plates were prepared as entry fees. She decided to leave a low-grade spiritual stone for herself, a medium-grade spiritual stone and the remaining three pieces for Mr. Long.

After making up his mind, Mu Wanwan took out all the spirit stones.

There is a big difference between the middle-grade spiritual stone and the low-grade spiritual stone. Not only is it larger in size, it is also more transparent. Mu Wanwan held the middle-grade spiritual stone that was full of spiritual power and faced it. Looking at the light coming in from the window, I felt that this spiritual stone was reflecting brilliant luster from beginning to end.

In the memory of the original body, the highest level spiritual stone I have ever seen is the high-grade spiritual stone. It is a spiritual stone that is more beautiful in terms of appearance and color. Mu Wanwan secretly guessed that the best spiritual stones would be more beautiful, bigger, and more valuable than diamonds.

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath, feeling that because of the presence of the middle-grade spiritual stone, the air was filled with rich spiritual energy.

She put a few spiritual stones in Mr. Long's ear and said softly, "Mr. Long, am I very powerful? I earned a lot of spiritual stones this time."

After Mu Wanwan said this, she laughed. She would actually claim credit with an unconscious dragon.

After cleaning up some debris, she placed two packets of seeds and the spiritual soil given by Uncle Zong on the table, and hung up the embroidery needles and pieces of cloth that had been wet before, ready to wait until she woke up. Then get up and cultivate spiritual plants.

I don’t know if she is hungry, but she doesn’t really want to eat now. Mu Wanwan felt dizzy and cold. She was a little hungry at first, but now she didn't want to eat anything.

She was a little worried that she had caught a cold because of being caught in the rain, but she also felt that her body was much better now than before and she should not be so weak. However, she still held up her head, which was a little dizzy, and used up her spiritual power to induce birth. The fruit of a green star grass.

Pricking the peel, Mu Wanwan ate a small piece of the fruit as if sucking juice.

It turned out to be a bit bitter.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and felt a little better in his stomach, but his head was still a little dizzy.

Would you like to take a nap? She made the bed, closed the door, and took her first nap since reading.

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Mu Wanwan fell into a dark sleep, and Mr. Long was also working hard to recover. Compared with their peace and quiet, Ao Qin, who occupied almost the entire mansion and forbidden area, was very uneasy.

"Trash!" The only voice in the quiet hall was Ao Qin's angrily scolding the dragon. His powerful sixth-level pressure spread. The remaining dragons in the hall who were scolded by him were scolded to death because of the difference in strength. Not lowering their proud heads.

"Sir, the leader of the demon clan is seriously injured, and the price demanded by the leader of the witch clan is too high. We are really not suitable now..." Before an older black dragon could finish speaking, he was slapped by Ao Qin. When he reached the wall, he knelt on the ground with his hands on his chest, his old face twitching, and he silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stopped talking.

Ao Qin walked around twice in the hall impatiently. His handsome face lost the indifference and arrogance that Mu Wanwan had when they first met in the ancestral hall. Instead, there was a trace of crazy jealousy, and even the dragon on his forehead. The horns can't help but looming.

The reason for his irritability is very simple. He spent so much time and effort to win over other dragons bit by bit, and finally waited until the king committed suicide and was seriously injured and was about to die.

As a result, when he accepted all the power of the tyrant and prepared to enter the forbidden area to search for treasures, he discovered that he was not qualified.

And he just got the news that the useless old thing from the Demon Clan was sneak attacked by the leader of the Wu Clan after the battle, and one of the **** dragon's horns got into the hands of the leader of the Wu Clan.

Now the Monster Clan feels that they have suffered a heavy loss, and the Witch Clan also wants to gain benefits. They are staring at him one by one, and even want to get half of the treasures in the forbidden area. It is simply shameless.

Those treasures should have belonged to Ao Qin alone.

Ao Qin took a deep breath. He suffered a loss from the Demon Clan and the Witch Clan. He felt angry in his heart, but he still forced himself to calm down and asked, "Uncle Li, this batch of people who entered the forbidden area to be raised How are the juniors doing?"

"Sir, among the ten dragon clans under the age of fifty who entered the forbidden area this time, three of them broke through to the fourth level, and they are all Qinglong clan." Qinglong, who was called Uncle Li, said proudly, "The remaining seven people Although there is no breakthrough, the spiritual energy in the body has become much purer."

"Yes." Ao Qin nodded. He was quite satisfied after hearing the news. The talent of the younger members of the clan was acceptable. When he was fifty years old, he was only at the peak of the fourth level. In the following years, It took ten years to break through the sixth level with great difficulty.

Uncle Li had a smile on his face, but the faces of the other dragons didn't look good.

Since Ao Qin took over the territory, he has held the right to use the forbidden land in the mansion in his hands. Originally, according to the rules, ten people could enter the Immortal Pond for warmth and transformation only once every ten years. Ao Qin not only opened it two years in advance, but also gave the Qinglong Clan five places. This was because the Qinglong Clan had many descendants.

Despite the fact that they have so many descendants, the Qinglong Clan has more people than the Purple Dragon Clan, the Black Dragon Clan, the White Dragon Clan, and the Golden Dragon Clan, but they only have a few thousand members so far, so why do they occupy five places?

They only dared to talk about these thoughts in their hearts. Nowadays, the dragon clan is no longer the dragon clan that dominated the entire continent and the abyss in the past. Although they now have the largest territory in the entire continent, they have few descendants and do not know Is there some curse? Among the dragon clan above level seven, there are only two people, Ao Bing who died of weakness and Jun Shang who is now unconscious.

Junshang was an orphan dragon before, and many dragons bullied him before he came to power, so basically no dragons stood on Junshang's side. This time he was seriously injured. Although he was cursed by the monster in the abyss and lost his tail and dragon horns, using all the treasures might help him recover. But unfortunately, he usually kills decisively and does not give any sweetness to the dragon, so there is no dragon to support him.

When he was injured, Ao Qin immediately took advantage of the fact that he was the strongest among the younger generation, and had the support of five elders of the Qinglong tribe above the sixth level, and directly stuffed him with Mrs. Chongxi to solve the problem. What spirit? All the medicinal spirit fruits were broken, and they also united with the very ambitious Qinglong clan to cover the sky with one hand.

The other dragons among them only felt that their own clan's interests were threatened by what he did. They actually didn't care what happened to you.

Oh, actually I still care, as long as he doesn't die before getting his dragon horn.

But they are not as strong as others and cannot be beaten. They are not as scheming as others, and they do not want to pay the price to save the Lord who may be disabled for life. In addition, the remaining tribes have more people than others combined. There are many Qinglong clans, so naturally they can only choose to surrender.

Ao Qin is not ignorant of their little thoughts. As long as his own clan gets benefits, he doesn't care what other clans think. "Is there anything else happening in the territory recently?"

The minister of the White Dragon Clan is a young dragon. Hearing this, he said respectfully, "Sir, the territory has been very peaceful recently. The dwarves and orcs are all peaceful and have not caused trouble. But the human race, because... ."

He paused and continued, "Because your Majesty was seriously injured before, many county officials who had accepted your fate were assassinated, and the human race fell into a certain amount of turmoil."

Ao Qin nodded and sneered, "There is no need to talk about the human race. Uncle Li, when the time comes, you can take some of the younger generations of the clan to visit several counties and suppress them. Don't make a big fuss. That’s good.”

"They are nothing more than ants. If many of them die, they will reproduce a lot. It is not worth caring about." Ao Qin ordered.

"Okay, all of you, please step back." Ao Qin waved his hand, and several ministers looked at each other, followed his order and left.

After leaving the main hall, Uncle Li showed a professional fake smile to the other four ministers, and said with disdain, "Everyone, my lord has asked me to do something, so I will take the first step."

The other people smiled back and waved in a friendly way before Uncle Li left.

After Uncle Li left, the four of them looked at each other in tacit understanding, got up and called their spiritual clouds, and quickly flew away from the Tyrant's Mansion.

A moment later, in the VIP room of the Bishui Building about thirty or forty kilometers away from the Tyrant Mansion, two close ministers from the White Dragon Clan and the Golden Dragon Clan gathered together again.

Bishui Building is one of the most famous restaurants under the Jinjiang Auction House, and it is also the restaurant with the best privacy protection for guests. The two dragons are both at level 5 or above. After the barrier is opened, unless there is A seventh-level expert was spying, otherwise no one would be able to hear the conversation between them.

"Bai Huan, what do you think of Ao Qin?" Jin Yan held up his chin and raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him.

Bai Huan gave him a helpless look, "You sent me a message when you left just to discuss the rights and wrongs of Master Ao Qin with me?"

Jin Yan smiled, "Don't you feel uncomfortable looking at him?"

Bai Huan took a bite of the dish and said, "I think it's okay."

Jin Yan was choked by him. He knew that the White Dragon Clan only had about a hundred members and did not care about these quotas. One quota was enough for them. He stopped talking about this topic and just said, "Let's have some fun before we get down to business. Do you still remember the good-for-nothing Mrs. Chongxi now?"

Bai Huan raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "You mean that wedding prop? She is just a first-level monk. Her father is Mu Shan, right?"

Jin Yan nodded, with a smile on his face, "It's her."

"My subordinate told me that she went to the Elf Fair under my name twice recently, and this time there were a lot of men's clothes." Jin Yan said, "That woman is really interesting. She is really at ease and prepared. Take care of that trash?"

Bai Huan also showed a faint smile, because the Golden Dragon Clan and the White Dragon Clan are both small in number. He grew up with Jin Yan when he was a child. When they were still very weak, the arrogance of being a Dragon Clan gave way. They looked down on the orphaned hybrid dragon, and they had bullied that loser a lot in the past.

Who would have known that things would turn around, and while they were still at the fourth level, the Waste Dragon had already broken through to the seventh level and became the leader. Originally, they were very worried that the Waste Dragon would take revenge on them. In fact, he did take revenge. A large piece of their tail was bitten off by the Waste Dragon, and it has not healed completely after so many years.

The two usually don't get along very well, but they have a tacit understanding when it comes to attacking and ridiculing Mr. Long.

"Then, are you going to make it impossible for that woman to live?" Bai Huan felt better and took a sip of wine.

Jin Yan waved his hand, "Am I the kind of dragon who bullies women?"

Hearing his words, Bai Huan smiled, "Aren't you?"

Jin Yan showed a ruffian smile, "It won't be possible to kill her."

Bai Huan narrowed his eyes, thought of something, and said, "I have an idea, do you want to listen?"

Jin Yan came to the question, "What?"

"I saw the soul lamp tablet of the hybrid dragon in the forbidden area. Although it is dim, it will light up occasionally, which means that it can still regain its consciousness occasionally, but first-level monks are actually stronger than mortals, and they are not Divine consciousness will definitely not be able to detect it."

"Didn't you say that she bought clothes for that loser?" Bai Huan curled his lips, "That means she was actually pretty good to that loser, and the hybrid dragon probably knew it too. You said, if Wouldn't it be interesting to arrange for a dream demon to give the woman a hint and let her enter the hybrid dragon's dream to see how he killed people before?"

Jin Yan said, "You might as well just hypnotize the person and let her abuse that useless dragon."

Bai Huan shook his head, "This is pointless. He must know about it, otherwise it will make him feel uncomfortable."

Jin Yan frowned and nodded briefly, "That seems to be the case."

"It is estimated that his current strength is less than 10% of his previous strength, and it was wasted using the Dream Demon." Jin Yan smiled, "Just use some of the third-level hallucinogenic grass from the elves."

"Yes." Bai Huan also smiled, but the handsome young man's smile had a bit of an evil flavor, "And to use the Dream Demon, you also need to know the name of the hybrid dragon. Do you know his name?"

Jin Yan was stunned by the question and touched his chin, "When you say that, it seems that I really don't know his name."

When he was a child, they called him Bastard Dragon. Later, when he became the leader, they called him Junshang, and secretly called him Tyrant. Now that he is useless, they call him Waste Dragon. As for the question of what the Junshang’s name is, it’s really A difficult question.

"Don't think about it. You are looking for me just to make trouble for the waste dragon and play pranks?" Bai Huancha changed the topic. The tyrants who are now in decline are just their entertainment. Besides, they can't really do anything to people. So, after all, we still need him alive now.

Jin Yan stopped dwelling on this issue and started talking to Bai Huan about serious matters.

In half an hour, two overlord-level distinguished guests were missing from the VIP room of Bishui Building. No one knew what they said today.

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Mu Wanwan didn’t know that two bad dragons who had bullied Mr. Long before were planning to bully him again. She just felt that she slept very, very deeply. When she woke up again, it was already dark outside. It's raining. It hasn't stopped raining, but it's getting lighter.

Mu Wanwan felt uncomfortable all over. Not only did her throat hurt, but there was also cold sweat on her forehead. Her hands and feet were numb. She thought she might have a cold. Thinking of the pile of things she had not done at home, Mr. Long also spent the whole day hungry with her, so he stopped lying on the bed and got up to make dinner despite the cold.

In the evening, she fried vegetables for herself and helped Mr. Long cook a bowl of sweet porridge. After dinner, she didn't feel much better because of the dinner. On the contrary, her head was getting hotter and hotter.

While washing the dishes, Mu Wanwan prayed that she would not have a fever. If she got sick and had a fever, the consequences would not be as simple as her suffering alone. Maybe Mr. Long would also be ruined again because of the loss of the spirit stone.

She just cut her finger before, and it hurt so much when she saw some blood. His tail was rotten again and again. How much pain must it have?

Mu Wanwan endured the discomfort and cultivated two Bixingcao seeds. It was really uncomfortable, so she lay back on the bed.

She thought it might be because she was too tired recently and got caught in the rain, which made her suddenly feel unwell. She originally thought that she would be fine after a night's rest, but when she woke up the next day, she felt even worse.

How did she know that this time she had not just a simple cold or fever, but a sign that her body had reached its limit?

Before she came through, the original owner had already reached the limit due to a series of blows. Most of his soul was broken, and he would die sooner or later. After she came here, although her soul stabilized, her physical fatigue did not go away much. In addition, she was always worried about life. Before the injury she received from Ao Qin healed, she began to overextend her spiritual cultivation every day in order to make money. The body of the plant has already reached the edge of falling.

This time it was just because I got caught in the rain and froze for a long time that I suddenly burst out.

If she had not eaten the Green Star Grass fruit, she might not have even a faint consciousness now.

Mu Wanwan's whole body was hot, but she felt very cold at the same time. She forced herself to open her eyes, raised her weak arm and touched her forehead. It was very hot.

But she felt so cold, her eyes were filled with mist, and she subconsciously moved towards Mr. Long. It wasn't until she was almost close to his bed that she felt a little more at ease.

"Mr. Long, I'm so cold."

It is said that people who are sick are more fragile than ordinary people, and Mu Wanwan is the same. Even her illness this time is not only a headache, but also like physical fatigue that has reached its limit.

"Mr. Long, I want to drink water."

Mu Wanwan knew it was useless to call him, but she still didn't know why. She called him softly several times until fatigue hit her and she fell asleep again.

So when Mr. Long suppressed the curse in his body the next evening and regained consciousness after connecting the meridians of his right arm, and when he sensed his consciousness, Mu Wanwan was still lying on the bed, motionless.

Mr. Long was a little surprised that his consciousness did not touch the lively and energetic Mu Wanwan, but soon his surprise was replaced by worry.

She was different from usual, her face was pale, there was cold sweat on her forehead, and she was curled up on one side, as if she was very cold.

Mr. Long's heart suddenly tightened. She was sick.

"Cold." Mu Wanwan felt hot and cold. She felt very uncomfortable. Her headache was about to explode. She gritted her teeth and was confused. She didn't know where she was or where she was. say what.

Cold?

Is she cold?

Mr. Long felt uncomfortable in his heart, and his consciousness brushed her cheek with pity. Her lips were already pale, and her brows were tightly knitted, perhaps because of the pain. Her eyelashes kept trembling, like It was an invisible yet sharp knife, stabbing him bit by bit.

If it weren't for taking care of him, she wouldn't have worked so hard.

He had to do something.

Mr. Long felt guilty and stretched out his right arm that had just moved. With the help of his spiritual consciousness, he broke out of his quilt and got into her bed.

It was cold.

Mr. Long slowly grabbed her hand. Different from the soft feeling before, her palm was full of sweat, damp and cold. Compared with her hand, his body temperature was so high. .

Also, I heard that dragon blood is very replenishing. Maybe he can drink some of his blood?

Although he is a cursed dragon, the blood in his heart is still pure.

Some ideas gradually came into mind, but Mr. Long hesitated.

He can control the concentration of the blood in his heart and only give her a little to drink without letting her notice it. However, will she be willing to keep it warm?

Although she married him and became his wife, she may not be willing.

If I really pulled her into my bed to keep her warm, maybe she would cry when she woke up.

After all, he is ugly and disabled now.

Actually, Mr. Long has always had low self-esteem. He knew that Mu Wanwan's kindness to him might be just sympathy, but even so, he could not stop her from entering his heart little by little.

He was like a humble monster in a dark alley. When he saw only a glimmer of light, he couldn't wait to take her as his own and put his own mark on her.

However, he was afraid that she would cry and that she would not accept it after she recovered.

Although they had slept on the same bed together before, she had made her own decision at that time, and he would not have thought of using his body temperature to keep her warm.

But it’s different now...

Mr. Long felt like he was holding her hand, darkly like a fallen dragon. As long as he gently pulled the person over, they would have skin-to-skin contact.

Privately, he really wanted to do this, and his blood boiled shamelessly for it.