I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 81

Thirty-eight Dragons (2) – unedited

This type of tit was said to have spirituality. Mu Wanwan looked at its cute little “scarf” and adorable light-yellow beak, and became narcissistic.

She felt that Mengmeng must be very fond of her, and it being so lively must be because it wanted to give her a loving kiss.

His gaze softened all at once. Mu Wanwan carefully drew her head close, getting ready to rub against her little chirp.

But in the next instant, there was a stabbing pain in her neck. Mu Wanwan couldn’t hold back a cry as she resisted the urge to fling the featherball from her hands, her toes curling up in pain.

She was dizzy for a moment. She placed the chirp on the table with trembling hands, then reached out to touch the neck that Mengmeng had bitten viciously—

Oh god— she had a handful of blood.

She was wrong. How could she have thought that the chirp wanted to give her a loving kiss?

Mu Wanwan felt like crying. She looked down at Mengmeng and wanted to scold it, but after seeing its pitiful expression and still blood-stained wings, she couldn’t bear to in the end and just sighed resignedly. “You guys, you guys……”

She was so gloomy that she almost didn’t recover her breath.

What kind of sin had she committed to be saddled with such a dragon and such a tit?

“Chirp!”

But the featherball kept chirping as if to gain her favour, and she couldn’t bear to ignore it after hearing its cute chirps.

“Alright, alright, I’m not mad at you anymore.” Mu Wanwan sighed and frowned at it, only to catch a glimpse of it spitting a big mouthful of saliva on the table as if claiming credit for something.

Ah!

There was even a little of her blood in it.

Mu Wanwan couldn’t bring herself to look at it, but in the next moment, she noticed that there was an inconspicuous tiny purple leaf in the small pool of saliva.

What is this?

Mu Wanwan touched her neck with one hand and couldn’t bring herself to be upset anymore. Intuition told her that it wasn’t anything good.

“Chirp chirp!” The featherball was still chirping nonstop, circling the tiny leaf a few times as if asking for credit.

Even if she were a fool, she now realised that the featherball probably hadn’t bitten her on purpose just now.

Mu Wanwan looked at the unfamiliar tiny leaf and a chill suddenly went down her spine, feeling a little frightened at what could’ve happened.

Frowning, she even felt that her neck didn’t hurt so much anymore. Thinking about it carefully, both the dragon and the featherball were fine before, and they were very quiet when she went out in the morning.

So, why was it that the moment she came back in the afternoon, the dragon’s complexion turned ugly, and even the featherball started to act abnormally? Also, there was this purple leaf.

She couldn’t tell what it was, which indicated that it must be a plant of a higher rank than her.

She didn’t know what this plant did, but it shouldn’t be anything good for it to have been planted in her this way. Besides, based on the reactions of the dragon and the featherball, she must’ve been a target of someone’s schemes when she went out today.

Many scenes flashed through her mind, finally stopping at Lan’er’s flashing eyes.

There was a little stab in her chest. Mu Wanwan couldn’t sit still any longer; she touched the featherball’s head and said hoarsely, “Thank you, Mengmeng.”

She walked to the box in a daze and took some ointment. After giving herself a simple treatment, she sat next to Mister Long and was silent for a long time.

The sky gradually darkened. Mengmeng was probably hungry, and kept chirping and chirping before Mu Wanwan moved.

She looked at Mister Long and squeezed her fists tightly. A, “I’m sorry”, seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t say it no matter what.

The night of late autumn was very cold. Mu Wanwan silently took out the things she bought in the day and sorted them into categories, then took a small bag and kept the tiny purple leaf featherball spat out before going on with the housework.

She took out a heating stone she finally bought after earning some money and placed it next to the chirp’s little blanket. Then, she took out the five eggs that could hatch spirit chicks that she had spent a long time haggling to the lowest price. She wrapped the eggs that were much larger than ordinary eggs well and placed them in a basket. After thinking about it, she put two heating stones in it too.

After that, Mu Wanwan cooked, fed the dragon, cultivated seeds, did housework, washed up, and began to embroider purses.

Perhaps because her heart was not in it, the dragon horns she embroidered today were very ugly. They were even uglier than the last time, crooked and twisted. Yet, they were much more similar to his appearance now.

Mu Wanwan looked at what she had embroidered and suddenly smiled, her eyes stinging a little.

Life was hard— she knew that.

This was the case in both worlds she lived in. She wasn’t complaining, but was just feeling a little disheartened.

She felt a little helpless.

She probably guessed some things, but didn’t want to think about it.

She’d take that plant for Uncle Zong to have a look next time. Mu Wanwan squeezed the corner of her quilt tightly, her head in a mess. She didn’t know how long it was before she finally fell asleep in a daze.

The room quieted down, but a faint purple mist rose slowly from her body and drilled into Mister Long.

Mengmeng woke up sharply, chirped a couple of times and flapped its little wings, but Mu Wanwan was too tired and was deep asleep.

She only felt that her consciousness was being pulled by something.

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