I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 148

Sixty-five Dragons (1)

Mu Wanwan tucked Mister Long’s blanket snugly around him, then took out the spirit stones from the wheelchair that have not been absorbed. Following Uncle Tie’s instructions, she pressed a concealed button on the side of the wheelchair, and the wheelchair quickly transformed into a silver rectangular foldable object.

She stowed away the wheelchair, placed the spirit stones by Mister Long’s pillow, took out a small bottle of ointment, and applied a layer to the cut on her ankle caused by Mister Long’s sharp scales.

“Chirp.” After finishing the elixir, Mengmeng leaned against a small cushion, tilting its head towards her, seeking attention.

The little chirp was truly frightened and absolutely unwilling to be left alone.

Mu Wanwan took the ointment, walked over to it, and gently applied some to the scraped area on its little wings. She rubbed Mengmeng’s feathery neck and said, “Mengmeng is really brave!”

“Chirp~”

“So, can Mengmeng help me to keep an eye on Mister Long inside?” Mu Wanwan’s lips curved into a smile—for some reason, she felt that Mengmeng might understand her.

“Chirp!” Mengmeng shook its feathers, suddenly becoming more alert. It turned its slightly plump body towards the direction of the ugly dragon, chirping a couple of times as if to assure that it could definitely complete the task successfully.

Mu Wanwan’s mood lightened a little because of Mengmeng’s adorable response. She had intended to pick one of the seedlings she had placed in the corridor outside the door and cultivate it into a fruit to put next to Mengmeng. However, when she stepped outside, she found the corridor stained with blood, and the remaining seedlings had all withered. Even the soil seemed to be no longer usable.

Mu Wanwan gazed sadly at the dragon lying unconscious on the bed, her heart aching——

So many seedlings, and now they were lost.

Not only were the seedlings lost, the main issue was that the soil had become unusable; she would have to dig up new soil.

Mu Wanwan surveyed the courtyard. Bloodstains and scales scattered across the ground, staining the walls and doors. As the snowflakes fell, the areas where the snow hadn’t had time to pile up had partially turned into blood water. At first glance, it was even more horrifying than a murder scene.

Fortunately, it was daytime, and her heart was much stronger than before. Otherwise, she might not have been able to keep calm at this moment.

Quickly, Mu Wanwan listed the tasks ahead in her mind: boil water, clean the dragon, and earn money.

Smelling the pungent scent of blood that filled the air and hearing Mengmeng’s soft coughing, she promptly decided to close all the windows and doors in the room. While it used to be good for ventilation to leave the windows open, it was now so cold outside, and the air was tainted with the smell of blood. In addition, a black mist occasionally would rise from the scales that had fallen from Mister Long, and it probably wasn’t anything good either.

With furrowed brows, Mu Wanwan held her breath, carefully avoiding the scales on the ground, and walked to the courtyard door. She picked up the back basket that had been torn apart by the dragon’s impact as well as the items that have scattered on the floor.

There wasn’t anything particularly valuable inside. It mainly held some relatively inexpensive items, like a hat she had bought for herself, and some fabric she had planned to use to make a small bed for Mengmeng. Everything was now tattered and stained with blood. It would be better to buy new ones than to try to mend them.

Mu Wanwan felt a bit disheartened. She had finally managed to earn some money and had seen a rather nice hat, only for it to be ruined like this.

The back basket was also a goner, but it wasn’t worth much. However, she would have to manage with a sack the next time she went out.

After collecting the items, Mu Wanwan felt like she was about to suffocate. The weather today wasn’t good, and the wind wasn’t strong, so the smell in the air lingered on, refusing to disperse.

She went to the kitchen and began boiling water. As she looked at the three trembling baby spirit chicks huddled together in their cage, she sighed in relief. Thankfully, they were unharmed.

While waiting for the water to boil, Mu Wanwan grabbed a shovel and the remaining flower pots from her interdimensional pouch, intending to go dig up some soil. When she reached the yard at the back of the hall, she noticed that there were scattered dragon scales on the ground there as well.

Mu Wanwan belatedly looked up at the roof, where glints of blood were shining.

Mu Wanwan: “…”

That dragon must have gone crazy flipping around in mid-air!

She quickly went to the spot where she had previously dug up soil. Seeing that it was untouched by Mister Long’s blood, Mu Wanwan let out a sigh of relief.

Many plants couldn’t be cultivated solely with spiritual energy. Or, to put it another way, her current rank wasn’t enough to turn all seeds into plants.

When Mu Wanwan was only at Rank 1, she could use spiritual energy directly to grow Burning Grass seeds, but she couldn’t do the same for Grade 1 Bixing Grass seeds. Now that she was at Rank 3, she could grow Grade 2 Bixing Grass seeds, but had no way to do the same for Condensed Snow seeds that were also at Grade 2.

Soil was essential, and having spiritual soil was even better.

Fortunately, her strength and stamina now were beyond what they used to be. Before long, she had dug up enough soil for more than ten small flower pots and also cleared the snow around the side hall.

She temporarily stored the potted soil in a small interdimensional pouch. Mu Wanwan decided that she would set up her work area in another side hall from now on. It was spacious there, and she could also clear the space in front of the study to place the seedlings.

When she returned to the room with the heated water, Mengmeng was already nodding off——

It was struggling to keep its eyes open, staring in the direction of Mister Long, as its little head bobbed slowly. When it heard the door being pushed open by Mu Wanwan, it startled awake and was so frightened that it nearly tumbled off the little cushion.

Mu Wanwan placed the water down, took a small cloth, dampened and wrung it, and approached Mengmeng first. She gently wiped away the bloodstains on its feathery head, then placed the exhausted feather ball somewhat forcefully into its small nest.

Mengmeng’s little belly was comfortably petted, and it closed its eyes and drifted into sleep, resembling a trembling ball of feathers.

Mu Wanwan calmly withdrew her hand, hung up the dedicated cloth used for Mengmeng, and took out the larger cloth used for Mister Long. She walked over to him, ready to start wiping him clean too.

She glanced at Mister Long, who lay quietly, his brows slightly furrowed as if in pain, his cheeks stained with blood.