I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 156

Sixty-eight Dragons (2)

The more Mu Wanwan thought about it, the more she felt wronged. Who was this dragon to act like this? What gave him the right to treat her like this?

Mu Wanwan’s instinctively clutched the edge of her dress, her eyes feeling hot, and her tear ducts stinging. She wanted to smile, she wanted to say, “Mister Long, let’s have a meal together.”

But in the end, all she could do was blink her eyelashes that have been dampened by the traitorous tears. Her voice turned hoarse, quivering somewhat embarrassingly, “Your Grace, the soup is on the table. I-I’m going to refine some elixirs.”

From the moment he saw the shock and sadness in her eyes, Mister Long had become flustered. He saw her gripping her dress tightly, and her red eyes. His mind went blank; he had made her feel aggrieved, he had been harsh with her.

Hearing that she was going to refine elixirs, he watched her somewhat helplessly as she turned her head away, clearly wanting to be away from him.

Mustering his determination, he reached out and tugged at the hem of her clothing before he had time to think about what he was doing.

Mu Wanwan was still bubbling with anger, feeling very aggrieved. She felt a light tug on her dress and impatiently turned her head, only to see that hateful dragon. He was looking at her with an expression even more aggrieved than hers, then he quickly withdrew his hand, lowered his head, and avoided her gaze. After a moment of silence, he mumbled, “Let’s eat together.”

Mu Wanwan, “…”

She looked at the furry ears that were drooping so low they were almost touching the top of his head, and her emotions shifted from profound grievance to a strange complexity. Staring at the ears on his head, she said tentatively, “Your Grace, I’m not hungry.”

Once again, silence filled the room. Mu Wanwan watched as his ears drooped even lower than before, reaching a point that was even more unsettling.

Feeling somewhat better, Mu Wanwan suddenly laughed. She felt like she had grasped something and blinked her still-teary eyes. “I still want to eat a little, though,” she said.

After saying that, she watched as Mister Long’s ears gradually regained some of their normal position. Feeling a mixture of helplessness and a desire to laugh, she didn’t really know how to express her current emotions. She walked over to push his wheelchair to the table, then ladled some soup into a bowl for him.

Had she forgiven him?

Mister Long didn’t know what Mu Wanwan was thinking. The lingering jealousy hadn’t entirely faded, and the thought of someone unknown to him giving her gifts made him feel bad. It was only when he drank the delicious spirit ox bone soup made by his wife that he began to feel a little better.

Mu Wanwan was seeing Mister Long eat on his own for the first time. He sat upright, displaying an elegant and graceful posture as he ate. Just like Little Mister Long, he ate slowly.

Watching his ears perk up a bit with every sip of soup, even twitching occasionally, she could tell he really enjoyed it. Feeling an itch in her heart, she couldn’t resist asking, “Your Grace, is it tasty?”

Mister Long twitched visibly, his words not matching his true feelings, “Mhm.”

He cast her a faint glance and added, “It’s not bad.”

Mu Wanwan was on the brink of exasperated laughter. She finally figured it out. This dragon had a peculiar and obstinate temperament, always being aloof and reticent about what he was thinking. The things he said were likely to infuriate anyone, so it was no wonder he had remained a single, unwanted old dragon for over a hundred years.

Who could endure such a temperament? If she hadn’t taken care of him for so long and a little part of her couldn’t bear to leave him, she wouldn’t want to deal with him at all.

Feeling defiant, Mu Wanwan quietly vied with Mister Long for the soup. However, he noticed her apparent fondness for the soup and decided to only drink from his own bowl, then sat quietly on the side. His ears twitched occasionally as he snuck glances at her as she drank.

Silly dragon, silly dragon, silly dragon.

He was such a colossal dragon; how could a small bowl of soup be enough for him?

Mu Wanwan was just testing the waters in the first place and wasn’t actually particularly hungry. This time, without consulting Mister Long, she reached over his hand and ladled another bowl of soup for him. “Your Grace, I can’t drink anymore.”

Mister Long looked at her full and rosy lips and the pendant hanging around her neck, and felt jealous and antsy. He was somewhat concerned that she might not have eaten enough. However, her eyes were bright, and it seemed like she was looking forward to him continuing to drink. So, he had to indulge her wishes.

—— Meanwhile, as the human and dragon carefully guessed at each other’s thoughts and were mutually testing the waters…

The first human cultivator who bought the elixirs Mu Wanwan refined had returned from a trial organised by their sect. He went to the shop to thank Uncle Chen and Uncle Zong for the pills, saying that if it weren’t for the pills they sold, he might not have made it.

Uncle Zong didn’t notice anything unusual, but Uncle Chen, who maintained a constant smile, seemed to be contemplating something.

Their shop lacked popularity, and business had always been dismal. They also had two family members in poor health, and Xiao Qian (Mu Wanwan) seemed to be in need of money. It would be great if they could find a way to increase the price of the elixirs.

Over the last few days, Uncle Chen had been pondering over how to achieve this. The cultivator who came today provided a new perspective. Uncle Chen sent the cultivator away with a smile. A day later, news spread among cultivators that “Hua Yun Medicine Shop’s Grade 1 Spirit Returning Pills can match the effects of the Grade 2 Spirit Returning Pills from other shops and even has a certain effect in alleviating curses”.

What? Spirit Returning Pills that have the effect of alleviating curses? Was this some kind of joke?

Li Ran, a Rank 2 cultivator, thought the same when he first heard the news. Spirit Returning Pills that also have the ability to alleviate curses? Then why bother with Poison-Expelling Pills and Condensed Snow Pills? This sounded more like unfounded boasting.

However, as he looked inwardly at the curse that had been entangled within his dantian for months, he couldn’t help but feel tempted.

With a “what if it works” mentality, he secretly went to buy some Spirit Returning Pills from Hua Yun Medicine Shop when there were no prying eyes. The result? The curse inside his body had indeed lessened significantly. Could it be that their Spirit Returning Pills really possessed the ability to alleviate curses?