I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 32|Thirty-two dragons
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Mu Wanwan originally wanted to touch it, but when she stretched out her hand, her fingers were covered with sticky dirt, which was in sharp contrast with Mr. Long's fluffy white ears, and she was really too embarrassed to touch it.
Resisting the thought of rubbing Long, Mu Wanwan felt itchy, but she still retracted her hand angrily.
As soon as she calmed down, the smell in the room was unbearable.
Mu Wanwan climbed up, only to feel that with her movements, the dirty things on her body were wrinkled together. She couldn't bear it and quickly got off the bed.
She stood on the ground, first moved the unsoiled quilt of her own bed to one side, and then opened Mr. Long's bed——
As soon as he opened it, an indescribable smell came out. Even though his body was already very dirty, Mu Wanwan almost suffocated from the smell.
After she coughed a few times and regained her breath, she saw clearly that there were scattered dirt on the quilt and mattress, and even Mr. Long had some on him.
Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, so she quickly took off the dirty quilt, opened the window for ventilation, and hurriedly took clean clothes and ran to boil water for a bath.
The water was boiling. As soon as Mu Wanwan got into the water and rubbed his arms, the originally clear bucket of water immediately turned semi-black, and dirt like dead skin was constantly being rubbed off the skin.
When she finished washing briefly, the entire bucket of water had turned black. Mu Wanwan looked at the bucket of water, a little silent——
She didn’t know that she, who often bathed and washed her hair, had so much dirt in her body.
After touching his cheeks that had become slippery due to psychological effects, Mu Wanwan fetched another bucket of clean water and rubbed himself clean from the inside out.
Mu Wanwan tried to wash the obscene clothes she was wearing, but after scrubbing for a long time, she couldn't clean even one sleeve, so she gave up. Fortunately, she had bought some more at the market. Spare clothes, otherwise she might have nothing to wear.
After all, they were very poor, so she only had two sets of dirty clothes that were washed a little bit white.
After taking a bath, Mu Wanwan cooked some spiritual rice porridge. Maybe it was because Mr. Long’s blood was very useful. She had been feeling very hungry since just now. After thinking about it, she decided to indulge in a spiritual rice porridge herself. rice.
By the way, there are also the eggs and meat I bought before. I don’t know if they are spoiled.
Mu Wanwan glanced at the sky outside. The weather was good today, but the sunshine was still weak. It was estimated that it was about one o'clock in the afternoon. She planned to change the quilt and mattress first, and then give Mr. Long a brief scrub. .
Then the porridge should be cooked, cooking some vegetables, feeding Mr. Long some fruits, washing clothes and quilts, and cultivating fruits to make money. After all, she doesn’t know how long she has been sick this time, and she doesn’t know the spiritual stones at home. She hasn't checked whether it has been absorbed completely. If the spirit stones are not enough, Mr. Long's tail will be rotten, which will be troublesome...
Mu Wanwan sighed, deeply feeling that he really couldn't get sick and it would be difficult to support his family.
She got a bucket of hot water and returned to the room. The smell in the room had dissipated a bit, but it was still a bit unpleasant.
Mu Wanwan walked to the bed and whispered, "Mr. Long, I'm sorry for staining your body. Let me wipe it for you first. It may be a little cold."
The last time she cleaned Mr. Long was at noon the day before she left for the market. It must have been a few days now. But since he hasn't been out, he's feeling fine.
Mu Wanwan soaked the handkerchief, wrung it out and began to wipe it all the way from his arm.
At first, she could only focus on cleaning the place that Mr. Long accidentally soiled by her, but gradually, especially when it came to his tight abdominal muscles, Mu Wanwan began to feel her His cheeks felt faintly hot.
His body temperature was not low, and his upper body still looked like a human in his half-dragon state. Mu Wanwan sped up the movements of her hands, and when she wiped Mr. Long clean, she even felt a little relieved.
Mr. Long’s tail was in good condition. There were only a few scales on it that were a little dirty. After wiping it clean and applying some medicine again, Mu Wanwan hurriedly undressed the clothes he had bought for Mr. Long from the market. I took it out and put it on his upper body, but the lower tail could only be kept intact.
The obscene garment she bought was moon-white, not cheap, and the fabric was pretty good. After putting it on Mr. Long, it made his skin look even more pale and his face strange.
Mu Wanwan touched his face, looked at the slightly dirty mattress under Mr. Long, and said, "I'm going to change the mattress."
I just started to move the dragon with ease——
Generally, when moving Mr. Long, it is more convenient to move his upper body first. Kneel on the bed, hold his waist, then lift him up and put him on the new mattress aside. Then wrap your hands with a handkerchief. Because Mr. Long’s scales are still a bit sharp, you have to hold his uninjured parts and move them carefully.
The whole process takes about a minute, which is quite time-consuming_(:з」∠)_
But today, I don’t know if it was because he had reached the second level of cultivation. Mu Wanwan felt much more relaxed than usual, as if he had become stronger.
She moved Mr. Long, took out the new mattress from the Qiankun bag and put it on, covered him with a non-dirty quilt, and then sat on the edge of the bed with her last breath.
After taking care of the hygiene of the two of them, can she now touch Mr. Long’s ears?
Mu Wanwan slowly stretched out his sinful hands towards Mr. Long’s sudden appearance of white ears.
Cute and cute, with fluffy ears that twitch!
Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Long's ears with trembling hands. A soft and warm feeling came from her fingertips. The fur was very comfortable. She couldn't help but pinched two handfuls, one with each hand. They were very soft and soft. I can fold it very carefully, which is really a blessing.
Mu Wanwan pinched his ear gently, and then couldn't hold it back. Like stroking his hair, he started from the tip of the ear all the way down, and rubbed it back and forth several times along the direction of the hair. It was probably a little itchy. , Mr. Long’s ears actually trembled in her hand. In sharp contrast to his beautiful and evil face, especially when the trembling fur ears moved together with the ferocious black and red lines on Mr. Long's cheeks, Mu Wanwan always had an indescribable feeling.
"Mr. Long, why do you have such furry ears?" Mu Wanwan said softly, "Why are they so soft?"
She allowed her inner demon to rub Mr. Long's ears for a while, not wanting to take her hands away at all. However, when she thought of the hard and difficult life of always wanting to press her and Mr. Long to the ground and rub each other, she stopped.
Maybe she touched it for too long. When she stopped, Mu Wanwan always felt that Mr. Long's ears were a little red, and the fine and soft white hair also exploded a little, shaking fragilely in the air.
Mu Wanwan felt that she had gone too far, how could she take advantage of the dragon's danger!
She was wrong, but she will dare to qwq next time
Maybe it’s because furry things are so healing. Although there are still a lot of housework to do, Mu Wanwan feels less tired.
She raised her eyebrows, thinking of the promise she made in the morning, that she would be better to Mr. Long in the future, and then looking at the fragile way he relied on her with his ears trembling and his eyes closed, her heart was full of motivation - —
She is no longer alone.
She has been alone for more than 20 years. Before she went to school, she had been struggling for life. She had no foundation and was not particularly smart. Even though she studied hard, she only went to an ordinary university and found a very hard but rewarding job. A job that pays a lot of money to live on.
Her wish at that time was that she could be rich and no longer be alone.
Although I still...have no money...
But she has a dragon.
Mu Wanwan's eyes were a little sore, although she didn't know if her dragon would leave her after waking up.
She no longer thought about the problem of feeling sour in her heart when touching this kind of thing, and took the time to cook——
The meat she bought before already smelled a little sour. Although it was a pity, Mu Wanwan still threw the meat away. She could not get sick again no matter what.
For vegetables, just give them a boost, and eggs are still good too.
She lit a stick of burning grass and scrambled two eggs for herself. She made Mr. Long's two spiritual eggs into steamed eggs, which should be more convenient to eat.
The rice porridge is ready.
Mu Wanwan originally thought that eating and feeding the dragon would go as smoothly as before, and even thought about washing clothes and cultivating seeds to make money later. However, today Mr. Long couldn't eat anything.
For the seventh time, Mu Wanwan brought a spoonful of rice porridge with sugar to Mr. Long's mouth and pinched his chin, but this time Mr. Long kept his lips tightly pursed and could not swallow at all.
Mu Wanwan was a little anxious, so she tried a few more times, and even half-forced him to open his mouth and fed him a spoonful. But although the porridge was fed in, he soon spat it out along with the blood foam, staining the handkerchief Mu Wanwan put on his chest with dots of red.
Vomiting blood?
My head buzzed, and Mu Wanwan was a little confused. She was stunned for a few seconds before she put down the bowl in her hand and hurriedly touched the spiritual stone placed next to Mr. Long's ear.
She remembered that there is another middle-grade spiritual stone. Please, hurry up, come out quickly, it’s a middle-grade spiritual stone.
But she was destined to be disappointed. She did not find the middle-grade spiritual stones, and even the low-grade spiritual stones that were originally put together turned into powder.
Has it been absorbed by Mr. Long?
Mu Wanwan's fingertips were trembling a little, so she forced herself to calm down and took over the Baizhen fruit with only three pieces left and the ginseng that had been cut into half.
Wiped off the porridge and blood from his mouth, semi-forced him to drink Baizhenguo juice, then cut a piece of ginseng and stuffed it into his mouth.
After doing all this, her hands were shaking a little——
At first she thought she kissed him and bit Mr. Long's lip cruelly to drink the dragon's blood. But now it seems that this is not the case.
Before she fell ill, Mr. Long was doing well and even looked better.
But now, he has become this weak, and all the spiritual stones she left beside his pillow have been absorbed.
According to her previous experience in raising dragons, Mr. Long usually needs one low-grade spiritual stone a day, and the spiritual power of one medium-grade spiritual stone is more than the spiritual power of ten low-grade spiritual stones, but it is completely absorbed.
Does this mean that Mr. Long was actually injured again when she was sick?
Or is it that the internal injuries from the previous battle have recurred?
Also, he has never had these furry ears before. Is it because the injury is more serious?
Mu Wanwan’s head is in a mess. She regrets once again that she didn’t read that lousy logic novel. Now she only has a vague idea of why Mr. Long was injured and what he was injured in the first place——
The plot of the original book is messy, everything is just for the convenience of driving, and the world background and some relationships are also very messy. The author just wants to use the CP of a disabled tyrant x a low-status but innocent and cute little maid to attract readers who have special tastes and like to read some heavy-hitting stories.
As for Mu Wanwan, she felt that the role of Yuan Shen was originally designed just to allow the heroine Bai Shuiyao to get along with Ao Qin.
Such an article without any logic at all fails to explain the reason for Mr. Long’s injury.
Mu Wanwan didn’t think much about the logic and plot of the original book before, but now, after watching Mr. Long’s pain time and time again, and living in this world for a long time, she gradually realized——
This is not a cold text, this is also a complete world. People here also have feelings, and they can cry, laugh, and feel pain.
The same goes for Mr. Long.
She didn’t know what injuries he had suffered, what he had done, or why he was called a tyrant. She had never seen him do evil, but she had seen him betrayed, abandoned, and extremely embarrassed. Once More miserable than ever.
Mu Wanwan looked at the pale Mr. Long and reached out to smooth the wrinkles between his brows.
But he was in so much pain that his eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were blue.
Mu Wanwan felt very uncomfortable, but she could only force herself to calm down. If possible, she even wanted to transfer her spiritual power directly into Mr. Long’s body. However, she did not know Mr. Long’s attributes, and different attributes Direct transmission of spiritual power will not only fail to bring help, but will actually cause harm.
Mu Wanwan didn’t have the time to do the laundry anymore. She only paid attention to Mr. Long’s condition while searching for the spiritual power in her body to cultivate several Bixingcao seedlings until they matured. She held the fruits and Baizhen fruit and sat down. Be at the bedside and observe his appearance at all times.
As long as there is a slight sign of vomiting blood, she will feed him a Baizhen fruit or Bixingcao fruit.
After struggling like this until night, Mr. Long seemed to be getting better. He had not vomited blood for at least three hours, and Mu Wanwan felt a little relieved.
Fortunately, she has now reached the second level, and her spiritual power in her body is more than three times greater than before, so she can cultivate so many spiritual plants. However, she didn’t know how serious Mr. Long’s injuries were. They had a limited number of elixirs and fruits, so she had to make money quickly and earn spiritual stones to get back.