I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 149

Sixty-five Dragons (2)

Mu Wanwan whispered, “Mister Long, I’m going to help you clean up. I won’t take advantage of you.”

As she spoke, she felt a bit awkward. After all, cleaning someone up involved inevitable physical contact. It was one thing before when Mister Long was still unconscious, for he wasn’t aware of anything then.

But now, he had already regained consciousness.

Mu Wanwan’s cheeks flushed, but she proceeded to slowly wipe his face clean.

His long hair wasn’t stained much; it had been recently washed and was very silky.

Frowning, Mu Wanwan looked at his tattered light blue brocade robe. She took a deep breath and, after a moment’s contemplation, slowly removed his clothes.

Instantly, she saw the wounds on his body, and her heart seized——

Countless wounds resembling cracks snaked across his chest, extending downward. Scabs had already formed over them, forming a network of scar tissue. She didn’t even know how she could possibly clean them. It felt like any slight movement from her could cause his wounds to reopen.

Trembling, Mu Wanwan felt at a loss for what to do. She hesitated for a moment, then saw a scar on his chest visibly healing at a remarkable speed. The scabs fell away, revealing fresh skin beneath. In the process, a medium-grade spirit stone nearby also turned to ashes.

Mu Wanwan, “…”

She suddenly felt like she had been worrying needlessly. Mister Long had a strong self-healing ability. As long as there was abundant spiritual energy and some elixirs, his wounds could heal in no time.

Feeling better about the situation, Mu Wanwan carefully avoided the deeper wounds on his body and wiped the dragon clean.

As she was about to remove the clothing around his waist, she awkwardly considered skipping this part.

Mister Long was no longer in his half-dragon form, and now had two long, straight legs. She didn’t want to accidentally see something she wasn’t supposed to. Her cheeks turned red as she quickly pulled the blanket over his waist, ensuring everything was properly covered. She shifted her gaze to his legs.

The wounds on his legs were similar to those on his upper body. However, Mu Wanwan noticed something peculiar—apart from the wounds, the area from his feet to his knees was covered with a faint pattern, similar to the markings on his face but much lighter and barely visible.

Could this be the curse that Mister Long was suffering from?

Did his previous tail rot because of this curse?

When a dragon becomes human and their tail transforms into legs, are these legs the same as those of a human?

Mu Wanwan cautiously extended her fingers, gently touching his pale skin. She could feel a faint warmth beneath her fingertips. The skin was smooth to the touch, similar to her own skin, just much larger.

Would his toes possibly have a thin layer of webbing, like the little Mister Long?

After cleaning Mister Long, Mu Wanwan looked at his feet and was a little disappointed to find nothing there. The webbing had probably disappeared as he grew older. She was going to cover him with the blanket, but accidentally tugged on the clothes around his waist, her hand inadvertently brushing against something.

“!”

Mu Wanwan caught a glimpse of the inside of Mister Long’s thigh and almost saw something she shouldn’t have. Her body temperature shot up instantly, making her ears and cheeks turn boiling hot. Her hand, which was slightly cold before, seemed to suddenly heat up, and it felt as if they turned into hooves.

With movements that could not be described as gentle, she covered Mister Long with the blanket. Perhaps because she used a little too much force, Mister Long was pressed down slightly, and his face momentarily paled as a faint muffled groan escaped his throat.

Mu Wanwan gave her cheeks a few hard smacks.

Stop thinking nonsense, stop thinking nonsense. Mister Long must be the same as when he was in his half-dragon form, there’s definitely no (bleep—) there.

He didn’t have it in his half-dragon form, so how could he suddenly have it when he became human? That’s just unscientific, so he definitely doesn’t have it.

Mu Wanwan brainwashed herself, trying to numb her thoughts. She didn’t touch anything just now, absolutely not.

Even though she tried to convince herself this way, she still felt a bit strange, and only felt somewhat better after washing her hands several times.

With a complicated expression, Mu Wanwan looked at Mister Long. He seemed to have truly passed out, his undereye areas marked with shades of blue and black due to exhaustion and pain. His eyelashes were even longer than the little Mister Long she dreamt of. If it weren’t for those cursed marks, he would indeed be a very handsome dragon.

Asleep or awake, that was still the case.

Her thoughts wandered off elsewhere again. Mu Wanwan shook her head, determined not to indulge in random thoughts.

She still had the heavy responsibility of supporting the household. She initially thought that Mister Long would continue pretending to be asleep, and didn’t expect to find that he had woken up when she was gone, and some changes had occurred. She wasn’t sure if these changes were good or bad.

Mu Wanwan sighed and sat at the edge of the bed. Gazing at the soundly sleeping Mengmeng, she retrieved her interdimensional pouch.

Her current tasks included cleaning the palace, taking care of the dragon and the little chirp, and earning money.

During her trip to the human and dwarf market this time, she had reached an agreement with Uncle Zong to split the profits in a 70-30 ratio. The cost for raw materials like elixir cauldron and seeds would be settled separately later on.

Uncle Zong kept saying that they were getting the better deal, but Mu Wanwan didn’t think so. Without him, not only would she not have been able to lure Jiu Qing to the Leisure Pavilion with the news of elixirs to deal with Bai Shuiyao, but she might still be just a Rank 1 cultivator.

This time, she received a total of fifteen pieces of medium-grade spirit stones from Uncle Zong. Two of them were exchanged for low-grade spirit stones and coins. With this money, she bought a lot of things.

Considering that the weather was getting colder, she bought more heating stones. She had also bought an extra blanket, so she wouldn’t have to worry about the awkward situation of having to share one with Mister Long.

She was almost done buying the things needed for the house, and she even indulged in purchasing some sugar, Grade 3 spiritual rice, and half a pound of Grade 3 spirit beef bones. She had initially planned to cook tonight, but it seemed she would have to postpone that plan.

Fortunately, the temperature wasn’t too high now. She learned from Uncle Zong that her interdimensional pouch was of medium grade, and items wrapped in spiritual energy and stored within it should last for a couple of days.

Next, there were the various kinds of seeds——

After discussing with Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong, now that Mu Wanwan had reached Rank 3, she would still focus mainly on refining Grade 1 Spirit Returning Pills, and try refining Grade 2 Sprit Returning Pills on the side. As for the Condensed Snow Pills, the higher the level, the better.