I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 170

Seventy-five Dragons (1)

The longing was evident. Perhaps not wanting to miss any second when Mister Long might return, Mu Wanwan lay on the bed, still unable to sleep.

It was a good thing she was now a Rank 3 cultivator, and her body had improved significantly since she first arrived. Otherwise, she might not have been able to endure all of this.

However, Mister Long didn’t return despite her increasingly anxious and painful waiting. On the morning of the seventh day without Mister Long, Mu Wanwan watched the sky outside becoming increasingly gloomy, feeling a pervasive sense of despair and loneliness.

She couldn’t help but repeatedly read the note he left behind, her hand pressed to her chest, as if this could make her feel the drop of his heartblood that he had given her.

“Mengmeng, why do you think he hasn’t come back yet?”

Mu Wanwan sat on a stool with a few slightly messy bags of seeds nearby, grumbling to Mengmeng, who was now as big as both of her palms.

“Chirp!”

“Chirp chirp!” In just a few days, Mengmeng has grown from a small, skinny chirp into a large, fluffy white one. Its little scarf is no longer purely black, but those stubborn black tufts were still there.

Mu Wanwan felt that Mengmeng was much more agile than before, and she could now hear some meaning from its tone.

For example, right now, while it nuzzled her hand with its head of newly grown tufts of feathers, it was badmouthing Mister Long as well. The general meaning was something like—

The bad dragon is very stupid, maybe he lost his way.

The feathery chirp’s body was soft and warm, like a big hand warmer.

After being nuzzled against by it a few times, Mu Wanwan’s mood improved somewhat, but the underlying panic and anxiety still couldn’t be alleviated. She then refined elixirs with Mengmeng for a while, biding her time, praying that her dragon wasn’t in trouble.

By the eighth night, Mu Wanwan sat silently on the bed, hugging her knees. Mengmeng was asleep, and the room was eerily quiet. Outside the window and inside the room, it was pitch dark, with only the crystal ball faintly radiating light.

She had gone from the constant conversations with Mengmeng about Mister Long in the past few days to almost a day of silence now.

Mu Wanwan raised her hand, feeling the weight of the green jade bangle. After a moment, she reached for the crystal ball placed by the bedside.

As it had been left outside, the crystal ball was cold, and when it came into contact with her palm, Mu Wanwan instinctively flinched. She lowered her head to look at this beautiful crystal ball, which was a clear, pure colour without any shifting hues.

Could breaking this thing truly allow her to see Mister Long?

Her eyelashes were moist. She missed him so much. That rotten dragon left a note and made her wait for so many days. He was truly a bad dragon.

She wanted to see him.

The crystal ball gradually grew warm in her palm. In the dark night, it began to emit a blue mist.

Mu Wanwan didn’t hesitate any longer. Her fingertips sent a surge of spiritual energy that transformed into a shining green dagger, and she thrust it forcefully into the perfectly clear crystal ball.

Crack.

A crisp cracking sound rang out, but there were no sharp shards on the bed.

The fragile and beautiful crystal ball shattered into countless sparkling stars before her half-opened eyes, mingled with a warm light blue breeze that suddenly rushed toward her.

A sharp pain shot through her mind, and Mu Wanwan felt something force its way into her sea of consciousness. In the next moment, she closed her eyes, and her awareness seemed to detach from her body.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself under warm, mottled sun.

“Tie, you’re secretly playing with Dad’s hammer again!” A little girl’s voice rang out. Mu Wanwan focused on her. She was a dwarf girl, about three or four years old, with green skin, black eyes, and two lovely pigtails.

“Sis, just don’t tell him.” The voice of a youth came from beside her. It was a dwarf teenager who didn’t have drooping eyelids, and was dressed quite normally without thick beast hide pants. Besides the hammer he held, which seemed familiar, he didn’t resemble Uncle Tie at all.

The sunlight was brilliant, and Mu Wanwan raised her hand to shield her eyes. She must have entered Uncle Tie’s memories now, right?

Was it similar to the effects of the hallucinogenic herb? Would she be able to feel things here?

She reached out to touch the wooden frame next to Uncle Tie, and indeed, she passed right through it, only leaving a sensation of rough wood on her hand.

Watching Uncle Tie’s lively presence and the springtime sunlight that was so different from reality, Mu Wanwan’s heart, which was anxious about a certain dragon, settled a bit.

If this experience was similar to the previous dream encounter, she might need to spend a few days here. By the time she returned to reality, the dragon might already have returned to her side.

She comforted herself with these thoughts. Bathed in sunlight right from the beginning, Uncle Tie’s memories seems warm. She was starting to feel eager to see Mister Long again.

Following behind the young Uncle Tie like a spirit, Mu Wanwan quickly learned about Ironclad’s situation.

He and his family lived on the outskirts of the dragon territory, in a somewhat remote dwarf village with no major towns nearby. However, there was a trading post in the village, and their family lived peacefully in this tranquil village.

Uncle Tie had a little sister named Ling, and their father was a renowned dwarf craftsman in the village, while their mother was even more skilled than their father.

Uncle Tie seemed like a very happy teenager.

Today, he had agreed to go on an adventure to the mountain behind the village with his sister.

Mu Wanwan followed them and walked for about an hour before they reached the base of the mountain.

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