I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Thirty-two Dragons (3)

Mu Wanwans head buzzed and she froze for a few seconds before she put down the bowl in her hand and hurriedly went to touch the spirit stones placed next to Mister Longs ear.

She remembered that there was a medium-grade spirit stone please, come on, come out quickly, medium-grade spirit stone.

But she was destined to be disappointed; she didnt find the medium-grade spirit stone, and even those low-grade spirit stones that were placed there together had all turned into powder.

Had they all been absorbed by Mister Long?

Mu Wanwans fingertips trembled a little; she forced herself to calm down and fetched the Baizhen fruit that only had three pieces left and the ginseng that was already cut to less than half its original size.

She wiped the porridge and blood from his mouth, and forcibly fed him the juice of the Baizhen fruit, then cut a piece of ginseng and stuffed it into his mouth.

After doing all this, her hands were a little shaky

She had thought at first that she had kissed him, and even ferociously bitten his lips through, which was why she got to drink dragons blood, but now, it seemed like that wasnt the case.

Before she fell ill, Mister Long had been fine, and even seemed to be looking a little better.

But now, he had turned so weak, and all the spirit stones she left by his pillow had all been absorbed.

According to her previous experience as a dragon caregiver, Mister Long usually needed one low-grade spirit stone a day. The spiritual energy within a medium-grade spirit stone was more than that of ten low-grade spirit stones, but it had been completely absorbed.

Did this mean that actually, Mister Long had been injured again when she was sick?

Or was it that the internal injuries from the previous battle had relapsed?

Also, he never had this pair of furry ears before, was it because his injuries have worsened?

Mu Wanwans head was in a mess. She regretted once again that she hadnt read that damned novel properly back then. Now, she only had a vague understanding of why Mister Long was injured and what injuries he had

The plot of the original novel was all over the place. Everything was written for the convenience of the smut scenes; the world-building and some of the relationships were also very messy. The author just wanted to use the pairing of the disabled tyrant and the lowly but simple-minded and cute maidservant to attract those with special preferences and who liked to read smut.

As for Mu Wanwan, she felt that her original role was simply created just so that the heroine, Bai Shuiyao, could hook up with Ao Qin.

A smut novel like that with no logic to speak of did not explain the reason for Mister Longs injury at all.

Previously, Mu Wanwan had not given much thought about the logic and plot of the original novel, but now, seeing Mister Long suffer again and again, and having lived in this world for some time herself, she gradually realised that

This place here was not cold, unfeeling words, it was a complete world, and the people here had feelingsthey could cry, could laugh, and could feel pain.

Mister Long was so as well.

She didnt know what kind of injuries he had, what he had done, and why he was called a tyrant. She had never seen him do evil, but saw him get betrayed and be abandoned, and his wretched and miserable state that got worse each time.

Mu Wanwan looked at the pale Mister Long and reached out to smooth out the folds between his brows.

But he was in too much pain such that his sharp brows remained tightly furrowed, and his lips bruised.

Mu Wanwan was very upset, but she could only force herself to keep calm. If possible, she even wanted to channel her spiritual energy directly into Mister Longs body. However, she didnt know Mister Longs elemental attribute, and channelling spiritual energy with opposing attributes would not only not help but would also worsen things.

Mu Wanwan wasnt in the mood to do the laundry anymore. She just sat by the bed, and while paying attention to his condition, scoured the spiritual energy within her to nurture several Bixing grass seedlings to maturity, holding the fruits in her hand and observing his appearance at all times.

As long as there is the slightest sign of him vomiting blood, she would feed him a Baizhen fruit or a Bixing grass fruit.

She toiled like this all the way till night-time. It was only then that Mister Long seemed to be a little better at least, he hadnt vomited blood for about three hours, and Mu Wanwan relaxed a little.

It was also fortunate that she was now at Rank 2. The spiritual energy within her was now more than three-fold, and it was only because of that that she could cultivate so many spiritual plants. Its just that she didnt know how severe Mister Longs injuries were, and as they now had a limited amount of elixirs and spiritual fruits, she had to quickly earn money and spirit stones.

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