CH 90

Forty-two Dragons (1)

Mu Wanwan called him “stupid dragon” a couple of times, as if to relieve her vexation. Her tears slowly stopped, but she was still unable to get over little Mister Long’s expression, which made her heart feel suffocated.

Although this person was no longer little Mister Long, the one who foolishly took two spirit chicken eggs to be dragon eggs because he had never seen dragon eggs nor eaten spirit chicken eggs…

She was still reluctant to let go of Mister Long

But she was still reluctant to put little Mister Long behind her, and even harboured a horrible thought—

If that incredibly realistic dream she had just experienced was not a dream but Mister Long’s actual past, then Mister Long was really too pitiful.

Even more pitiful than little Mister Long.

He already had such a miserable childhood, and in his adulthood, he had become a comatose dragon.

The nice horns and cute, broken little tail that he had as a child were all gone, and he might even have been cursed. Being ganged up against seven others in a fight was truly both pitiful and laughable.

Mu Wanwan closed her eyes lightly. As she felt the warmth that was spreading from his body, the image of little Mister Long became clearer and clearer in her mind, and she calmed down bit by bit.

She didn’t leave, so Mister Long’s temperature began rising to terrifying heights. A layer of pink spread across his handsome and menacing face, and his spiritual consciousness also made several circles in a place Mu Wanwan couldn’t see, before shamelessly drawing close to her—

As the dirty quilt was still not dry, they had slept together last night.

Also, he had only just regained consciousness— who knows, she might’ve already been leaning against him from a long time ago last night!!

Mister Long thought his heartbeat was getting a little too fast. He had just connected the fourth piece of his original core and regained the strength of about a Rank 3 cultivator, so he could wake up every day for two hours. Even though he still couldn’t move freely, he could already open his eyes and move his upper body.

But at this moment, he could only pretend that he was still unconscious.

In fact, Mister Long’s muscles were all a little tensed up—

After all, if he made any sudden movements, what would he do if his wife got frightened?

All this while, he had always been in an unconscious state to her. If he awoke right when she was h-hugging him, wouldn’t that make him seem like an impure dragon?

Actually, Mister Long didn’t even know what he was thinking anymore. To him, the only things left in this entire world were her breathing and her warmth, and the sound of his own heartbeat that was thundering in his ears.

Pound, pound, pound— it was really noisy.

Slowly and shyly, his spiritual consciousness slid down from Mu Wanwan’s long black hair. When it touched the corner of her eye that was still wet with unwiped tears, it froze abruptly.

All the strange and enchanting feelings seemed to have been dispersed by a breeze. An unpleasant speculation slowly formed in Mister Long’s mind, and his spiritual consciousness rushed down a little anxiously. Only when it touched her neck that had been bitten by the skinny chirp did he suddenly breathe a sigh of relief.

The mark of the hallucinogenic grass was gone. It seemed that she wasn’t crying because she dreamt of his original form and was frightened by it.

That made sense; if she had been frightened to tears, she wouldn’t be so close to him.

Mister Long had just breathed a sigh of relief when another thought came to him; his ears trembled again—

Why was there a wound on her neck?

For the first time, his spiritual consciousness lingered on her wound carefully without any impure thoughts.

It was a tiny wound that wasn’t deep. It was away from the main arteries and the bleeding had already stopped. A little ointment had been applied to it and it had scabbed over, looking like a suggestive lip imprint.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his wife, Mister Long was jealous again. That wound couldn’t have been caused by cabinets and the like, and based on his wife’s nature, it also couldn’t have been a person— so, it could only have been caused by an animal.

He hadn’t even touched her neck before!

Mister Long felt sour, despite the fact that his wife was under the same covers as him right now.

Mister Long secretly touched Mu Wanwan’s other arm that wasn’t hugging him; his palm was all sweaty.

Even though he was very hot from being hugged by her, Mister Long still wished that time could pass more slowly, and then slow down some more.

After steadying his heartbeat, the room also seemed to quieten down all at once. The long-absent sun was shining outside, and light crept little by little into the room, shining on the smooth floor and reflecting bits of scattered light, as if reminding the people in the room to hurry and wake up, for the sun had already risen for a long time.

“Chirp!”