I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 144

Sixty-three Dragons (2)

His tainted blood stained the ground, and the scales on his face shimmered faintly. The light in his eyes clouded for a few seconds before quickly regaining clarity. Mister Long struggled to maintain clarity as he rushed into the courtyard, then raised his hand to seal the room’s door, causing a powerful gust of icy wind that blew little Mengmeng off the table and onto the wall.

The chubby chirp collided with the wall with a “thud” before falling to the ground, its little bottom hitting the cold floor, causing it to jump up in pain.

This bad dragon threw Mengmeng and even hit Mengmeng!

Mengmeng felt particularly aggrieved. It raised its wings in a human-like manner to wipe the corners of its eyes, then got up angrily, wanting to hold the dragon accountable. However, before it could take more than a few steps, a scale shrouded in black mist flew in through the window and struck its head.

Mengmeng was frightened and immediately became dizzy. It felt as though the black mist was absorbed into its body, causing intense pain. In a weak voice, it called out twice towards the partially open window——

The area was completely blocked by a gigantic creature, and Mengmeng could only see a lot of blood rolling down from its massive scales. The strong smell of blood made it feel as if it had returned to the days shortly after it had just hatched.

All the little chirpies that used to play with Mengmeng in the forest were killed.

Mengmeng…

Mengmeng was also in great pain.

“Chirp, chirp.”

Wanwan, if only Wanwan were here. Hardly able to breathe, Mengmeng thought it was going to die.

It wanted to nuzzle against her once more. Mengmeng opened its light-yellow beak weakly and turned its body with great effort, facing the little nest Mu Wanwan had made for it. Tears fell from its big eyes for the first time.

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In the courtyard, there were sounds of scales falling and hitting the ground, accompanied by the dragon’s anguished roars. If it weren’t for the formation that Mister Long had set up before, such a large commotion and unpleasant smell would have been noticed within three minutes.

However, due to the formation, anyone who hadn’t stepped within ten metres of the palace wouldn’t have noticed anything unusual.

The backlash of the curse caused by the connection of the fifth fragment of his original core lasted for nearly two hours, dyeing the entire courtyard red. Unfortunate seedlings that were drenched in tainted blood withered and died.

The enormous dragon depleted its strength and energy but managed to successfully connect the fifth fragment of his original core.

If it weren’t for the spiritual plants that Mu Wanwan had been feeding him during this time to alleviate the curse, his original core might have already been shattered and he’d have perished by now. That being said, he was far from being in good condition right now. Most of his meridians were shattered, and although he had temporarily restrained the curse, it would take some time for him to heal and mend.

Mister Long had not yet recovered from the intense pain when he sensed a familiar presence in a veiled hat gradually drawing closer.

She’s back.

His heart clenched abruptly, and an indescribable sense of panic engulfed him. The colossal dragon disregarded the scales slipping off his body and attempted to shrink his form little by little, but it was too late.

Too late.

Mu Wanwan put on her back basket, bade farewell to Hongye, and briskly made her way towards the courtyard.

She had it all planned out. Upon returning, she would first check on Mister Long and the little chirp, then head to the kitchen to stew the Rank 3 spirit bull bones she had just purchased. Afterwards, she would attend to some household chores, cultivate spiritual plants, and maybe even refine some pills if time allowed.

With the snow falling, drying clothes would become more difficult, and she still needed to wash the new robes before wearing them.

Mu Wanwan felt a bit troubled. Her footsteps left shallow imprints in the snowy ground. As a Rank 3 cultivator, her control over “power” had reached a certain level. Although her spiritual energy was of the wood element and not attack-oriented, with proper utilisation of her wood-based spiritual energy, she would be able to effortlessly lift heavy objects.

However, she was still not very proficient in the use of her spiritual energy, and only felt that her body had become noticeably lighter than before.

Mu Wanwan quickly entered the palace area and arrived at the front of the courtyard——

Whether it was her imagination or not, she couldn’t help but feel that something was different today. As soon as she approached the courtyard door, the strong smell of blood assaulted her nostrils, and even the sky seemed darker.

A sense of unease filled Mu Wanwan’s heart. She looked up and caught a fleeting glimpse of a blurry gigantic beast. The sky quickly returned to a pale gray, and snowflakes slowly drifted down as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

A loud thud echoed in her ears as something heavy hit the ground. Mu Wanwan snapped out of her thoughts and, trembling, unlocked the heavy door and pushed it open.

The overwhelming stench of blood filled the air, accompanied by the blood-stained snowflakes that were blown up, knocking off her hat and scattering her tied-up long hair. It became a chilling blood wind, leaving a cold and wet sensation on her cheeks and staining her plain dress with deep red spots.

Mu Wanwan felt as if the world before her had suddenly transformed from a snowy gray into a bloody red.

The swirling snowflakes blinded her, and she raised her hand to shield her stinging face from the strong gusts, desperately trying to make out the scene before her. However, all she see were blurry silhouettes and the relentless descent of withered yellow scales.

She reached out and grabbed one, only to be met with a sharp, stinging pain in the palm of her hand.

Her pupils constricted, and a surge of emotions roiled within Mu Wanwan. It was Mister Long’s scales.

Is all of this his blood?

Anxiously, she hurried into the courtyard, and the door closed behind her. A rush of air pinned her against the door, and her spine collided forcefully with the doorknob, causing a sharp pain that made it difficult to stand upright.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as Mu Wanwan, in a somewhat dishevelled state, gazed at the dissipating mist in the courtyard. Through the haze, she caught a glimpse of a blurry figure dressed in pale blue robes. Her vision came to focus and she saw the person sending amidst the wreckage with clarity——

Jet-black hair that cascaded down his back, menacing broken horns, furry ears that were stained red, terrifying black and crimson patterns covering the entire face.

Everything was familiar to her.

Except for those eyes.

Those deep, bottomless, obsidian pupils.