CH 85

I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Chapter 85

Forty Dragons (2)

She did not have good night vision. After the sky got completely dark, she basically couldn’t see anything. The room was quiet for a long time. At some point in time, Little Mister Long’s stomach had stopped growling.

Mu Wanwan felt herself becoming a little sleepy— she actually felt like sleeping in a dream world. With half-opened eyes, she listened to the rustling sounds of the night. When she felt Little Mister Long gradually walk in her direction, she was a little nervous.

But before she could be nervous for too long, she felt something smash her face.

Mu Wanwan watched the quilt pass through her face. Only when she didn’t feel any pain did she feel that she was indeed in a dream.

Mister Long piled the mattress and quilt on the half of the bed where Mu Wanwan was and lay on the bed just like that.

Mu Wanwan came out of the quilt and looked at his figure in the dark night that was curled up into a ball.

Was he… going to sleep?

Mu Wanwan had an inkling that it was probably because Mister Long felt he was too dirty and didn’t want to dirty the bed, so he chose to not cover himself with the quilt.

When she thought of this, Mu Wanwan felt like there was something scraping her heart, causing a dull pain.

She wanted to say something, but was unable to; she wanted to reach out and touch his horn, but could only touch the cold air.

“Big Treasure, Little Treasure.” Just as Mu Wanwan was feeling sad, Mister Long suddenly spoke again.

He called the names of the two eggs, then said in a voice so light that it was close to a murmur, “Hurry up...”

“Hurry up and be born...”

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The next day, Mu Wanwan woke up to the din of rain. She thought she was awake for real, but when she opened her eyes, what she saw was still Little Mister Long’s tattered roof.

She was stunned for a few seconds before sitting up. Little Mister Long was not in the house, and the cloak on the wooden rack was also gone. Mu Wanwan glanced at the steamed bun on the table that was missing a little piece, then at the two spirit eggs, and walked out through the door.

It was still raining outside; there was the pitter-patter of rain, and the sky was overcast, but she could tell that it was morning.

Mu Wanwan was a little abashed. How could she have fallen asleep in the dream world? On top of that, she could actually walk through walls— if she had known, she wouldn’t have twisted and turned through the dozen-odd alleys yesterday.

But— why had she still not woken up from this dream?

Mu Wanwan was a little helpless and went outside through the wall. She looked around but didn’t see Mister Long anywhere, so she could only go back to the small house and stared at the two spirit eggs in a daze. After a long time passed and it was getting dark, Mu Wanwan came out a little worriedly.

Before she had taken more than a couple of steps, she heard a cat meow suddenly come from behind her.

“Meow~”

She lifted her head and immediately caught sight of a cat standing on the wall.

To be precise, it was a two-tailed cat.

It had two tails and a pretty fur coat. It did not like a stray cat, but like a domesticated one.

The cat jumped down from the wall lightly, wagged its tail as it walked around Mister Long’s house twice, then rolled a few times on the ground, getting its nice fur dirty.

Mu Wanwan, “…??”

She couldn’t understand what the cat was doing, but the cat didn’t do anything else after getting itself dirty and just guarded the doorway of Mister Long’s house quietly, wagging its tail and crouched by the wall.

Mu Wanwan waited with it.

About an hour later, the human and the cat saw Mister Long return. There were more wounds on his body than yesterday, and there was some blood oozing from the wounds on his hands and face that had been getting better.

As he came towards his ‘home’, his alert golden pupils gradually turned to black. When he raised his eyes and looked in their direction, he showed an expression that could be described as joy—

His brows relaxed, and his slightly pink curved slightly upwards. His eyes were soft, and there were still water droplets hanging on his eyelashes— it was a very gentle expression.

For a moment, Mu Wanwan felt embarrassed, but soon, she realised with a bit of sourness that Mister Long wasn’t smiling at her at all.

“Meoow ~” The two-tailed cat walked up to him. Mister Long bent down and took out a steamed bun that was much like yesterday’s from his pocket. He peeled off the somewhat mouldy skin, tore off a piece, and put down it on a relatively dry spot.

The two-tailed cat purred at him again, then lowered its head to eat.

Mister Long pulled the hood of his cloak with one hand in an attempt to cover his ears and held half a steamed bun in the other. Half-crouched, the blood on his feet and tail snaked down to the ground, staining the fur of the two-tailed cat.

Mu Wanwan talked up to him and watched as he fed most of the steamed bun to the cat little by little, making her feel somewhat heartsick—

This was probably all of his harvest for the day. So, did Mister Long used to be such a gentle dragon?? One that would raise eggs, feed cats, build houses, and work hard to earn food to support himself.

He was still such a small little dragon.

“Meow~” The two-tailed cat was probably done eating. It purred at him and jumped up the wall. Mu Wanwan saw it turn to look back at Mister Long.

For some reason, she felt a little uneasy. She watched Mister Long stand up slowly and walked to the house, his eyes bright, “Daddy’s back.”