I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Chapter 79

Thirty-seven Dragons (4)

Mister Long pursed his lips. With these spirit stones and his wifes fruits, he should be able to connect the fourth fragment of his original core. When that happens, he should be able to move. At the very least, he would be able to wake up for more than half an hour every day.

It's just that he hadnt decided if he wanted to wake up in front of his wife.

She would put down her guard in front of the unconscious him, and wasnt afraid of him, but when he woke up, perhaps his wife would no longer have such an intimate attitude towards him.

"Mister Long..." Mu Wanwan called out. Just when Mister Long thought his wife was going to say something else, a clear chirping sound came to his ears

"Chirp~

"Chirp chirp~!

Mengmeng finished eating its fruit and was lying obediently on the table and looking at Mu Wanwan with eyes like black beans.

"Ah, right, its time to change Mengmeng's dressing. Mu Wanwan patted her head. "I almost forgot."

The wisp of divine consciousness that Mister Long had just released to look at Mu Wanwan froze in mid-air awkwardly when he heard her.

It was that tit again!

He was a dragon who held grudges, and still remembered how this feathery tit caused his wife to not even spare him a glance all night yesterday!

Mister Long felt aggrieved she didnt look at him yesterday, and now that he was awake today and even revealed his furry ears, why was she still touching the tit instead of him?

Sure enough, it was because he was too ugly now.

Mister Long's heart darkened for a moment and in that moment, he even wanted to just swallow this chirp, but soon, he suppressed the thought

He was simply too selfish. If he swallowed the feathery chirp that she could interact with, then what?

He was in a coma and recovering from his injuries, and was used to being alone. Was he also going to make her live a tasteless life with a useless dragon and spiritual plants that couldnt speak?

She had already done enough for him.

As Mister Long tried hard to convince himself, his divine consciousness revolved around Mu Wanwan. Watching her change the tits dressing with a smile, his mood also gradually calmed. As he looked at her slightly curled eyelashes and bright eyes, there was an itchy feeling in his heart. With a red face, he shamelessly slid his divine consciousness from her ears down to her neck.

Her collarbones were well-defined, hidden under her clothes.

Mister Long's head began to feel dizzy, and her shoulder, which he accidentally caught a glimpse of, suddenly appeared in his mind, making the dragon stop breathing.

However, the sweet suffocation did not last long before he found a small, inconspicuous pattern on Mu Wanwans neck.

His fingertips trembled violently, and all of Mister Longs beautiful thoughts dissipated.

Hallucinogenic weed.

Who had put that hallucinogenic weed on her? Was it those enemies of his that wanted to see him suffer?

Name after name flashed through his mind, and Mister Long felt a chill in his heart

Why? He was already like this now, so why did those dragons still refuse to let him off?

Why must they employ such a method to make him suffer?

Hallucinogenic weed would not cause any harm to the body. Its only effect was to induce one to dream, and it was often used to carry out interrogations. Those under the influence of the hallucinogenic weed would emit an invisible and odorless aura. If the people around her couldnt resist the effect, they would expose things that might have been repressed by their subconscious to her in a dream.

Looking at the mark on Mu Wanwan's neck, she should be under the influence of a Grade 3 hallucinogenic weed.

Only a dragon who could see his soul flame could ascertain his current strength. The dragon who targeted his wife might be aware that his life wasnt that miserable, so they wanted to make his wife hate him in order to make him suffer.

This was probably just a prank to them, just like during his childhood.

Mister Long's eyelashes trembled. Even so, he had to admit that he was scared.

If his wife saw his dark past in a dream, would she be afraid of him? Would she hate him?

He didn't know what his subconscious was keeping repressed, but he knew that his hands had never been clean. Those who wanted to kill him, those who betrayed him, those who had insulted him

They were mostly dead.

If the things his subconscious did not want to recall were bloodthirsty scenes...

If she really came to hate him, what should he do?

He knew that her feelings towards him were only that of pity. If she knew that he used to be a vicious dragon, would she hate him? If she saw his original form, would she find him disgusting?

Mister Long knew that those dragons had achieved their purpose. They just couldn't stand to see anyone being kind to him. They wanted to see him suffer, see him embarrassed, and see him anxious.

"Mister Long, are you in a lot of pain?" Her voice came to his ears. Mister Long was momentarily dazed, and by the time he came back to his senses, his fingers were already gripping the sheets tightly, and his forehead was covered in a cold sweat.

Mu Wanwan was a little worried. She had just finished applying medicine for the feather ball, and when she turned around, Mister Long had a pained expression on his face. His ears were trembling anxiously, and the black and red lines on his face had also begun to move restlessly.

She sliced the last little piece of ginseng, fed it into his mouth, then sat on the bedside worriedly and whispered, "Please, don't vomit blood this time, please."

She was panic-stricken at the sight of the constantly moving black and red lines on his pale face. If the dragon vomited blood again, there was nothing she could do once the spirit stones were all consumed.

On top of that, her next trip out was going to be later than usual.

Her unintentional words ignited Mister Long's hope.

Right, if he got injured and vomited blood, would she then forgo sleeping and stay up to take care of him? The effects of a Grade 3 hallucinogenic weed was not strong; as long as they could make it past three days, she would not discover anything.

The author has something to say:

Mister Long: "If my wife finds out that I was a weak, helpless, and pitiful dragon in the past, and sees my ugly original form, she will definitely dislike me and hate me and feel that I am disgusting and abandon me and leave me, turning me into a resentful abandoned dragon."

Mu Wanwan: "???"

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