I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 133
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Fifty-nine Dragons (2)
“Mengmeng!” She wanted to catch the little chirp to give it a beating, but before she could do anything, Mengmeng fell from mid-air as if it were drunk. Seeing that it was about to fall into the elixir furnace, Mu Wanwan anxiously reached out to grab it.
“Chirp~”
Delicious.
The Spirit Returning Pill had ample spiritual energy, surging through the little chirp and making its body warm all over. Right away, it didn’t feel like flying anymore—the two-legged beast would take care of it anyway.
If Mu Wanwan knew what it was thinking, she would probably throw the fat chirp away immediately.
However, right now, she was a little worried. She quickly kept the two elixirs in a jade bottle and brought Mengmeng back to the room. Then, she put it in its nest and automatically began rubbing Mengmeng’s little belly with one hand, hoping that nothing would happen to it.
Then, Mengmeng… Mengmeng was so comfortable that it gave two satisfied burps and fell asleep.
This sent Mu Wanwan into a panic. She thought the elixir she made was poisonous and that she had poisoned the feathery chirp to death.
She hurriedly took out one of the pills, placed it in her hand, then tried her best to calm down to sense the components of the elixir. There were only warm spiritual energy and spiritual plant essence, and nothing poisonous to be detected. Besides, she had made it according to the elixir recipe, there shouldn’t be anything wrong.
Mu Wanwan took two deep breaths, calmed down, and didn’t touch the feathery chirp’s body again. After observing it for a while, she noticed the slight ups and downs of its feathery little belly.
Mu Wanwan, “…”
She rubbed her forehead resignedly and put the jade bottle with the pills on the table, planning to go back to refine more Spirit Returning Pills. This time, she wanted to try adding some leaves that contained impurities. Who knows—her pills might be different from those others made because of the lack of impurities.
Mu Wanwan went out the door, the feathery chirp was sleeping contentedly, and the dragon woke up secretly.
Because of his wife’s special spiritual plants, the curse in his body had alleviated a little. Although it still caused him much pain, after using a large part of his spiritual consciousness to suppress it, he was feeling a lot better. He also wanted to get a little closer to his wife while she didn’t yet hate him and before she had cultivated her own spiritual consciousness.
Take it as…
His last indulgence to himself.
Mister Long, who didn’t know that he had been betrayed by the feathery chirp long ago, and was always too nervous and shy to realise that his wife was only pretending to sleep at night, opened his eyes coldly.
He first carefully used his spiritual consciousness to confirm that his wife had gone away, then sat up gracefully. His raven-black eyelashes trembled, and a pair of obsidian-like pupils looked straight at the table.
The spiritual plants he tore apart last night had been cleaned up, and there was only a bottle of elixir pills and a fat chirp on it.
The paper and brush used for taking notes were not there. His wife must have taken them to make notes as she worked.
Mister Long cast a cool glance at the feather chirp. A thought came to his mind, and he sat upright on the bed. His long eyelashes cast slightly downward, covering up the bad thought that flashed in his eyes.
The jade bottle on the table was lifted up slowly; the two Spirit Returning Pills inside were poured out, then flew straight toward a certain dragon. He squeezed them in his hands, while the jade bottle crashed down gently on the feather chirp’s fat tummy.
Mister Long’s black hair hung down from his temples. Squeezing the pills in his hand, a smile appeared on the corners of his lips——
Sure enough, she had guessed what he was trying to say right away.
The tip of his heart felt burning hot. Mister Long looked at the elixirs in his palm as if he was looking at his wife with whom he shared heart and mind.
Even if she thought it was the chirp who did it, their hearts and minds were still connected.
Besides…
Although these two Spirit Returning Pills were not high-quality, there were almost no impurities in them—they were all pure energy. Their shapes were ugly, but when he thought about how she was the one who made them, Mister Long felt that these two pills were particularly cute.
Picking up an irregular orange pill with his slender fingers. Mister Long was expressionless, and even looked a little severe. His lips parted slightly, revealing his somewhat sharp teeth. A pinkish tongue wrapped gently around the elixir, and the furry ears on his head twitched back and forth.
The fragrance of the elixir spread out between his lips and teeth, turning into warm spiritual energy, nourishing the meridians that were repeatedly torn apart, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort. Even the scales on his entire body felt so comfortable that he felt a little like spreading them out.
However, it wasn’t enough.
There’s too little of it.
Mister-greedy-Long ate another of the pills that his wife had worked so hard to refine and wanted to sell for money. Feeling satisfied, he couldn’t even resist acting like a child eating candy for the first time, brushing his fingertips against the corner of his lips, then licking his fingers that were stained with the dregs of the elixir.
He froze for a moment after he was done. He had never done such a shameful thing since he was a little dragon.
Mister Long’s eyelashes fluttered; pretending as if nothing had happened, he put his hands down coldly and shut his eyes——
It’s alright, the chirp was the one who ate all the pills, and this dragon had nothing to do with it. It was all the chirp’s doing. After all, it had a previous record; his wife wouldn’t suspect that it was him.
There was an unseeable smile buried deep in Mister Long’s eyes. Slowly, he sent out a wisp of spiritual consciousness. He wanted to see his wife hard at work.
That wisp of spiritual consciousness drifted to Mu Wanwan’s side, like a wind skimming across the ocean.
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