CH 76

I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Chapter 76

Thirty-seven Dragons (1)

Since Uncle Zong put it that way, Mu Wanwan stopped refusing. She was also in great need of spirit stones now.

There was no more ginseng to save Mister Long's life with at home, and she was really worried.

Moreover, she still didn’t know what kinds of injuries Mister Long suffered from to date. Learning from Uncle Zong saying that Aunt Yun'er had been cursed, she combined that information with how Mister Long single-handedly took on the leaders of the seven races in the original book, and the evil black and red lines on his face, and thought that he might also have been cursed.

Mu Wanwan frowned, Aunt Yun'er was only struck with a Rank 4—at the most Rank 5— curse, and was already in such a miserable state. The pain that Mister Long was suffering might be greater than she thought.

Moreover, winter was approaching, and she needed money to buy heating stones and cotton-padded clothes. She was still making money too slowly now, and didn’t have the ability to resist pressure.

What worried her the most was not poverty. It wasn’t loneliness either. After all, she was used to being alone. Now that she had a dragon and a little chirp, she was only worried that someone would come to pick a fight.

In the original book, after Ao Qin and Bai Shuiyao hooked up, he would come to humiliate Mister Long from time to time. Now that he hadn’t come, it might be simply because he had no time after having just taken over Mister Long’s authority. When things settled down and he had the time, she and Mister Long and might no longer have any good days.

Before that happened, she must prepare some items in case of emergency.

Mu Wanwan was preoccupied with a little too many thoughts, and after a moment of silence, Uncle Zong spoke first, "Lassie, I'm afraid I’ll only be here a couple of days after this time next month. How about coming a bit later next time?”

Mu Wanwan was a little surprised, " Where are you going, Uncle Zong?"

Uncle Zong's expression was complicated, and hope flashed in his eyes, "There will be an auction at the dragons’ market on the third of next month. I heard that there might be Jinjiang grass, so I want to go try my luck."

"Jinjiang Grass?" asked Mu Wanwan, wondering if she had misheard.

"Yes," Uncle Zong nodded. "It's a kind of spiritual grass that can dispel demonic aura and curses. It's very rare and very expensive. If I'm lucky enough to buy one, perhaps Yun'er will be saved.

"Even if there is no Jinjiang grass, I heard that there will be a batch of medicinal herbs for sale. If I’m lucky I might be able to get a Condensed Snow Pill. It’s something that’s good for both beastmen and daemons.” Uncle Zong sighed, "I just don't know what the grade and price would be. I hope it won't be too expensive."

As soon as he said the Condensed Snow Pill was good for both beastmen and daemons, Mu Wanwan’s heart jolted—

Although the dragon race was very powerful and occupied the largest territory in the continent, strictly speaking, they could also be said to be daemons too.

A Snow Condensation Pill that was good for daemons might be useful for Mister Long as well. If she could get the Snow Condensation Pill, would that mean that he would suffer less? At the very least, if he vomited blood again, she could use it to save his life.

At this thought, even though she felt embarrassed, Mu Wanwan still opened her mouth, "Uncle Zong, I have an presumptuous request."

Uncle Zong raised his eyebrows, "Go on.”

Mu Wanwan deliberated over her words, "Uncle Zong, if you manage to buy extra Jinjiang grass or Snow Condensation Pills, can you keep some aside for me? Although I don't have the money now, I will definitely pay you back.”

When she finished, her face was a little red. It wouldn’t be wrong to call her out for going too far. Uncle Zong was already so good to her, and didn’t owe her anything. He also had an invalid to take care of, and things were not easy for him as well, so why should he help her?

Uncle Zong was momentarily stunned, then pondered for a moment and said without rejecting her straightaway, "It depends on whether the auction is for the seeds of Jinjiang grass or already matured plants. If it’s the former, I’m afraid I will have to ask you to help cultivate them.”

Mu Wanwan was taken aback, "Do Jinjiang grass have no grade?"

Uncle Zong said, "No, but they are very difficult to cultivate, and the prices for the seeds and that of the mature plants are also worlds apart.”

Mu Wanwan nodded. "I can give it a try."

Her spiritual power should be relatively special, so she might be able to cultivate them successfully.

Uncle Zong nodded, then talked to her some more about the auction. The two agreed on when they would meet next time, and Mu Wanwan exchanged a few low-grade spirit stones for gold and silver coins as before.

After reassuring Uncle Zong that she would come with enough spirit fruits next time, she left with the spirit stones and seeds.

As she walked away, Mu Wanwan looked back at Uncle Zong, who was sitting silently in front of the shop—

The beastman was no longer young. The corners of his eyes were wrinkled, his broad palms were rough, and his nails were a little cracked. He was resting  his chin in one hand, and his beast patterns faded in and out. There was something hidden in his brown eyes, but when he met her gaze, he immediately retracted his sorrow and grinned. Mu Wanwan even saw a trace of ingratiation.

Mu Wanwan suddenly felt a little ache in her heart. She turned her head and stopped looking at Uncle Zong's expression, squeezing the coins in her hand tightly.

To go through weal and woe, and stick together through sickness and sorrow— how many people could actually manage to do that?

Mu Wanwan admitted that she was a little envious. Thinking of the comatose dragon at home, her feelings became even more complicated. At first, she only thought about taking care of him, and would leave when he woke up, but now, things seem to have changed somehow.