I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 8|Eight dragons

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The temperature was a bit low at night in mid-October, and the silence in the huge hall was eerie.

The dark night amplified all sounds and pains. The tyrant's face was pale, and the scales on his body were undulating and changing, accompanied by faint black and red lines. They withered and fell off, mixed with pus and blood, and fell on the jade bed, making a slight and harsh sound. .

The original core is broken and the spiritual power is exhausted. It takes almost all the effort to suppress the pain and curse. He can only undo a little bit of the curse every day. At this rate, it will take him three years just to wake up.

The body was temporarily paralyzed due to corrosion and could not move. The little bug that could easily be crushed to death with just some spiritual power was now frantically sucking his flesh and blood.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, across his eyelids, and fell into his dark hair.

Her consciousness gradually blurred, and when she was about to fall into the dark valley, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and her voice was a little breathy, as if it was right next to his ear.

A warm hand gently placed on his forehead. Before he completely fell into coma, he listened to her -

"My face looks so bad, does it hurt..."

——Mu Wanwan had no idea that Mr. Long woke up in the middle of the night. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and added some lamp oil to the lamp in the room. The room suddenly became much brighter.

Looking at the rotten half of Mr. Long’s tail and the dripping pus and blood, she really felt her scalp numb.

Mu Wanwan held a knife that had been simply sterilized with boiling water in her hand, facing Mr. Long's long tail, and suddenly had the illusion that she was cooking dragon food. Thinking like this, Mu Wanwan seemed to feel a little more relaxed, and with a pale face, Mu Wanwan slowly brought the knife closer.

Mr. Long’s tail started to rot from the tip of the tail upwards. Mu Wanwan gently scratched open the few withered yellow scales attached to the pus and blood on the rotten surface, and an indescribable putrid smell instantly appeared. Overflowing, she felt like she was about to suffocate.

But thinking of the tyrant's face that was almost pale from pain just now, Mu Wanwan still held back the discomfort. He used a little force with his hand to open the scales and gouge out the festering rotten flesh bit by bit.

During this period, she inevitably encountered the little bug she least wanted to encounter. The black bug had a hard shell and could crawl around. It seemed like something was constantly crawling around on the back of her hands, arms and legs. It feels real bad.

After roughly finishing Mr. Long’s tail, Mu Wanwan felt that her whole body stinked and her coat was all stained with blood. She glanced at the mat under Mr. Long’s body. Lying on it were the corpses of many small insects that she had crushed to death violently, and Mu Wanwan felt a chill.

She quickly took off her coat, wrapped it in her hands, dragged Mr. Long's tail, moved him to another place, and then threw away the mat and the pot of things taken from Mr. Long's tail together with the coat. Got out.

After carefully washing his hands, Mu Wanwan entered the room with ointment and gauze.

I don’t know if it was because of the simple treatment of the rotten tail that the smell in the room was not that strong. Maybe it was her misunderstanding. She felt that Mr. Long’s face was not that ugly.

Carefully apply ointment on the long tail, and then wrap half of the tail with gauze. Mu Wanwan fetched a few more basins of water, used the clothes he had changed from yesterday and had not had time to wash, and used the clothes he had changed from yesterday that had not had time to wash, to give Mr. Long a little He wiped the dirty tail, and after thinking about it, he blushed and briefly washed his upper body.

While wiping her tail, Mu Wanwan accidentally touched a scale near her waist. It was a little different from other places. There was a thick film on it and it was a little hard, but she didn't. After thinking too much, I simply scrubbed the place and Mr. Long's naked upper body, and then forced my tired body to wash myself.

After finishing the cleaning work, Mu Wanwan thought for a while and took out a low-grade spiritual stone from her pocket and placed it next to Mr. Long's pillow. According to her memory, some powerful people can be unconscious even in their sleep. She could absorb the spiritual energy in the spiritual stone. Although she didn't know if Mr. Long could absorb the spiritual energy now, she still gave it a try.

Mu Wanwan took another Baizhen fruit from the box, scratched a little of the peel with a knife, and dripped the juice on Mr. Long's purple lips.

After pinching nearly half of the fruit, Mu Wanwan stopped. She searched for the memory of the original body, searched out a little weak wood spiritual power from her Dantian, and poured it into the half of the somewhat shriveled fruit. , watching the peel that she carefully scratched had grown back, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Now they are very poor. Even the Baizhen Fruit, which only requires five low-grade spiritual stones to buy one, and even the tyrants disdain to see, is now out of their reach.

The fruit exuded a strong fragrance. Mu Wanwan swallowed, but still did not eat the half of the somewhat deflated fruit. After all, Mr. Long needed it more than she did now.

Although the original life at home before leaving the palace was not as noble as that of Bai Shuiyao, Mufu was still quite good in the tyrant's territory. Although Mufu was only a fourth-level warrior, his combat power was close to that of a fifth-level warrior. , Huahua would also give her more than a dozen gold coins every month, but every time these gold coins would be taken away by Bai Shuiyao in various ways.

Mu Wanwan rubbed his head in pain. This time, she was married into the Mu family when the family was in trouble. She was almost an abandoned child. Apart from some clothes and bedding, she had no pretense. Therefore, she is now considered a legend. The quilt party in.

Mu Wanwan gave a bitter smile, then resignedly walked to the cabinet in the corner of the room and dug out two quilts, a bright red quilt and mattress embroidered with mandarin ducks.

Before, the original person had neither the thought nor the courage to sleep with the tyrant, nor did he even think about tidying up the bed.

Actually, Mu Wanwan wouldn’t want to sleep with Mr. Long if he could, but Mr. Long had a very bad temper before. If any servant dared to appear in his bedroom, there would be only one word: death.

So there is only one bed in the side hall and the main hall, and there is not even a quilt for keeping warm in winter.

Only a little food survived in the small kitchen.

However, this jade bed is very large, measuring three by three meters by visual inspection. Even if two people sleep on it, as long as they pay a little attention to the distance, it should be okay, right?

Mu Wanwan looked at the mattress in the cabinet and was a little lucky that there were two mattresses and two quilts, so she didn't have to share the same bed with the tyrant.

Although she is now Mr. Long’s nominal wife, Mr. Long is not very ugly. After looking at him for a long time, you will even think that he has a coquettish and fragile beauty, but——

First of all, Mr. Long is not a human being. I heard that there are two dragons, but I don’t know if it is true...

Well, let’s not mention this question for the time being.

The most important thing is that in the original book, Ao Qin liked to have **** with Bai Shuiyao in front of Mr. Long. After Mr. Long woke up, he seemed to fall in love with her at first sight under the halo of Bai Shuiyao as the heroine.

Mu Wanwan thought of this and couldn't help but glance at a certain dragon with a pale and sinister face and curled eyelashes, feeling very complicated.

No matter how much Mr. Long behaves to endear her to her, it cannot change the fact that he may fall in love with Bai Shuiyao in the original text. She should stop thinking about it so much. Anyway, Mr. Long doesn’t feel anything at all now. Even if she and Bai Shuiyao He sleeps in the same bed and he won't know it when he wakes up.

Mu Wanwan was thinking as she made the bed, but when she finished making the entire bed, she looked at the red quilts on the two beds next to each other, and how they were posed by her, with only a somewhat handsome face exposed. When I saw Mr. Long, I still couldn’t help but blush.

——In modern times, she was an orphan. She had problems with food and clothing since she was a child. She finally went to college with some welfare policies, worked part-time and studied hard. After graduation, she worked hard to make money to repay the loan. , her usual pleasure is to read novels. Although no one has chased her since she was so old, she has never been in love.

Unexpectedly, the first time in my life I slept with a plant dragon...

Mu Wanwan's mood was complicated, but compared with her body that was exhausted for several days, this little tangle was nothing. According to the original plot, she should be dead, but she is still alive and has a bed to sleep on, which is not bad.