CH 77

I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Chapter 77

Thirty-seven Dragons (2)

Mu Wanwan stopped thinking about this problem and started to procure things according to the needs of the household. She thought that she should spend more affection on the skinny chirp, so that if Mister Long really got rid of her in the future, she could also have Mengmeng’s company to depend on.

This time, she mainly needed to replenish the spiritual rice and buy heating stones. By the time Mu Wanwan finished shopping, it was still very early.

Looking at the time, she decided to try selling the purses she had made in the past couple of days to see if she could make some money. She went back to the shop where she had bought the scrap fabric and thread the other time, and sold the two purses for 20 copper coins.

Although it wasn’t much, she was still quite pleased. She bought more fabric and thread with the copper coins and placed them in her pack basket as a front, then headed off to buy some chicks to raise in the yard.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and walked towards the place where she had bought eggs last time. But when she passed a dark alley, the sound of children laughing came to her ears—

"Here to sell vegetables again? Don't think that just because you’re an elf and don't have to pay an entrance fee, you can come here every day."

"No one will buy your vegetables! Papa said that your entire family are bad elves who have been cursed.”

Mu Wanwan frowned and raised her eyes to see a familiar little figure— it was Lan'er .

Presently, she was surrounded by a group of beautiful elven children and beastmen cubs, clinging to her large pack basket tightly. The colour of the birthmark on her face had not lightened, and her blue eyes were terrifyingly bright.

Mu Wanwan had also seen the little elf that was leading the gang before. It was the beautiful girl from the rouge shop. However, her lovely face was full of disgust, "Don't set up your stall at the back of our shop next time. The customers have all run away! If it wasn’t because your Mama saved my Mama before, we wouldn’t even rent the house to you!”

With every word she said, Lan'er's eyes dimmed a little. Mu Wanwan’s heart suddenly ignited with flames, "What are you doing?"

She walked into the alley, and the children exchanged looks. The little girl who was leading the pack pouted and muttered in a low voice, "Busybody."

Mu Wanwan raised her eyebrows. She was already prepared for a three-hundred round battle with the naughty kids, but the little girl made a face at her in a very ladylike manner and ran away.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

When the other children saw her run away, they all dispersed as well. Soon, only Mu Wanwan and Lan'er were left in the alley.

"Senior?" Lan'er asked a little uncertainly while hugging her pack basket.

Mu Wanwan nodded and wanted to pull her up from the ground, but when she stepped forward, she found that Lan’er’s ankles were covered with wounds and bloodied scabs, as if they had been cut by something sharp.

"Why didn’t you fight back when they bullied you?" At the sight of the wounds, Mu Wanwan couldn't hold back her anger.

Lan'er bit her lip, shook her head, and said nothing.

Mu Wanwan froze for a moment, sighed, then reached out to rub Lan’er’s head. "Where's your brother?"

Inwardly, she blamed Feng a little. If he were here, those arrogant children wouldn't have gone so far.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Lan'er burst into tears. "Brother is sick."

Mu Wanwan glanced at the tattered vegetables in her pack basket and sighed. "Get up first, and tell me about it.”

Lan'er hung her head and stood up. "Thank you, senior."

After thinking for a moment, Mu Wanwan asked, "Have you run out of money?"

A look of struggle flashed in Lan’er’s eyes. "We paid the rent with the spirit stone you gave us last time. My brother and I can live on what we get by selling vegetables, but Brother suddenly fell ill...”

Mu Wanwan hesitated, then fished out a few silver coins from her pocket. "I’m buying your vegetables. You’ll have to depend on yourselves after that.”

Last time, she had given them a spirit stone in exchange for their kindness in showing her around, but this time, it was out of sympathy. Although a few silver coins were not much, it could last for a while if used sparingly. This was as much as she could help.

Lan'er cried very hard as she received the coins. Mu Wanwan saw that her arms were also covered with wounds that were similar to those on her ankles.

"Thank you, Senior, thank you." Lan'er was a little incoherent, and said pleadingly with tear-filled blue eyes, "Can I give you a hug?"

Without thinking much about it, Mu Wanwan bent over and picked up the pitiful, unblessed little girl.

Contrary to her small and skinny frame, carrying her made her feel surprisingly a little dizzy.

But the dizzy feeling only lasted for a moment, and Mu Wanwan thought it was her own illusion. Feeling the tight grip of the child in her arms, her voice softened, "There there, everything’s fine now.”

Lan’er slowly loosened her grip on her clothes, her heart filled with guilt and struggle.

"It's alright now." Mu Wanwan put the person down and rubbed her head, "Well, I’ll be taking the vegetables, then. Do you need me to take you home?"

Lan'er wiped away her tears, bit her lip, and shook her head.

Mu Wanwan smiled lightly, and tipped the somewhat limp vegetables into her pack basket. "Then, I’m off.”

Lan'er nodded, hugged her basket, and watched her leave.

Only when Mu Wanwan was far away did she slowly stand up; blood oozed from the wounds on her ankles because of her movements.

But Lan'er seemed to feel no pain. Putting on the pack basket, she clutched the silver coins with a deathly grip, and limped away.