I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 151

Sixty-six Dragons (1)

Mister Long’s fingertips lightly brushed against the soft fabric. This was a new inner garment she had bought for him, right?

His heart stirred, and the image of her came up in his mind. She was even more beautiful than when he had secretly peeked at her with his divine consciousness. Her image unfurled like spreading ink, accompanied by her equally tender voice.

Unfamiliar emotions welled up within him. Mister Long tugged at his sleeve, his face turning red.

His wife was probably the one who put on these clothes for him. But why had she only dressed his upper body? Below, he was still wearing his previous light blue clothing.

With her not in the room, Mister Long felt a bit more at ease. He quietly lifted the covers and caught a glimpse of the garment tightly tied around his waist, and was both amused and embarrassed.

Perhaps she hadn’t changed his lower attire because she was feeling awkward?

That made sense; he was no longer in his half-dragon form—if she were to lift it and find certain private things underneath, it wouldn’t be appropriate.

With burning ears, a certain dragon shifted his legs with difficulty, feeling pangs of stabbing pain.

Although he had successfully endured the curse’s backlash and managed to connect the piece of his original core, his spiritual energy was still in deficit, which made him fall unconscious that day. In the past few days, he had finally managed to link up most of his meridians.

Right now, he was still lacking in spiritual energy. The legs that were transformed from the cursed tail were unable to move for now. He would be able to regain fifty percent of his strength after resting for another three to five days.

At that time, those below Rank 6 wouldn’t be his match anymore. Coupled with his unique abilities, he would also have a certain degree of self-defense against Ao Tie who hadn’t yet obtained the treasures from the forbidden grounds. He couldn’t linger in warmth or bask in sunlight anymore; he needed to begin implementing his plan quickly.

Executing the plan meant leaving her.

The trace of sweetness that had just emerged in his heart vanished completely, replaced by an indescribable bitterness.

On the bedside table lay three medium-grade spirit stones that hadn’t been completely absorbed. His lips felt moist too. The crisscrossing bloodied scars had fallen off and been cleaned as well. He had been very well taken care of.

In the depths of his heart, a dark thought emerged. He really wanted to selfishly keep her confined to his side, making it so that she could never leave him.

He was ultimately unable to escape the avaricious nature inherent to dragons. The moment he gained a single shred, he would remain unsatisfied, desiring more, even becoming unwilling to consider the other’s opinion.

Mister Long chuckled softly. He was a bitter sight to behold.

This time, his venture very well mean he’d never return.

Before departing, he thought, I will rest a bit more, indulge a bit more, and look at her for a bit longer.

Mister Long leaned against the edge of the jade bed, his long phoenix eyes concealed a dense fog. He gazed out the open window——

The sunlight outside was splendid. The snow had ceased, and the smell of blood had faded considerably. She stood in the sunlight, sleeves rolled up, revealing her fair wrists. The jade bangle on her wrist reflected a bright light, leaving an imprint in his eyes.

Mister Long watched as she gently closed her eyes, and a corner of her lips lifted. After a moment, numerous scales began to float around her. They varied in size, ranging from large to small, with colors from dull yellow to gleaming gold. They hovered around her and then, one by one, as if in a queue, they automatically fell into a basket at the side.

Was she… tidying up the courtyard?

Feeling somewhat guilty, Mister Long pursed his lips. He had previously made a mess of the courtyard and even killed the young seedlings that his wife had worked so hard to grow. Was she angry?

His scales were somewhat heavy. Even though she had advanced to Rank 3, it would still be quite strenuous for her to use her spiritual energy to pick them up, right?

Mister Long redirected his gaze inward, assessing the meager amount of spiritual energy within himself. In the end, he couldn’t bear to let her work so hard. He picked up a spiritual stone from beside him and pressed his fingertips against it.

As a result, when Mu Wanwan was about to employ her spiritual energy to tidy up another area, she was greatly surprised to find that, somehow, those once-weighty scales seemed to have become much lighter. She required significantly less spiritual power than usual to finish cleaning up.

This abnormal phenomenon couldn’t be ignored. Mu Wanwan wasn’t that foolish either. She struggled to maintain a calm expression on her face while a notion formed in her mind——

Perhaps, Mister Long had woken up.

And he was secretly helping her tidy up the courtyard.

An unnamed emotion welled up in her heart. Mu Wanwan’s cheeks grew warm, and her movements became slightly more restrained, as if she was trying to maintain a favourable appearance.

After about an hour, she finished tidying up all the scales from the last three areas. Combined with the ones she had gathered earlier, she had five neatly arranged baskets of scales. Three of the baskets had already been cleaned, and while some were a bit withered, they still looked rather nice, glinting with a golden hue under the sunlight.

As per her usual routine, she should now be returning to her room to take a short rest, check on Mister Long’s condition, and then proceed to cleanse the scales with water. These scales were quite tough, and being dragon scales, they could potentially serve various purposes.

Yet, today, with the suspicion that a certain dragon was already awake, Mu Wanwan found herself somewhat disinclined to head back immediately.

She didn’t know how she should face her nominal “husband”.

Encountering him for the first time under ordinary circumstances, how should she even address him?

Surely, she couldn’t continue referring to him as Mister Long, right?

Mu Wanwan absentmindedly washed the scales, lost in her thoughts. Inside the room, Mister Long, whose complexion had turned somewhat pallid due to the depletion of spiritual energy, began to feel somewhat embarrassed——

Did she know that dragon scales couldn’t be taken casually?

However, if she really liked his scales, she was welcome to take them. Those shed scales were indeed extremely sturdy, some even carrying traces of toxins. They might make for decent self-defense weapons.

Provided she liked them, of course.

Mister Long mused silently, his eyes half-closed as he absorbed the spiritual stones beside him. Truth be told, he found the torn clothing around his waist a tad uncomfortable. But right now, he lacked the strength to move, and it didn’t seem appropriate to be completely undressed, so he decided to make do for the time being.

Would she take care when she came back in?

An uncontrollable sense of anticipation rose within him. Mister Long’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and he waited patiently, silently.

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