CH 93

Forty-three Dragons (1)

After waking up from the dream, time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a week had already gone by.

Mister Long was still the same as before, but Mu Wanwan felt that he seemed to be capable of making little movements as compared to before. For example, sometimes when she was feeding him porridge, she could feel that he was trembling a little unnaturally all over. Also, he didn’t seem to be in as much pain as before either—

His always pale face would now occasionally have a touch of colour, and the hideous lines on his face also seem to have been suppressed and only move occasionally. As for his tail, although the tip has been lost, it seems to have gotten better and has not rotted again. His scales have also turned from the previous withered yellow to the current state of semi-yellow. All in all, he was in a much better state now than when she last went out.

At this rate, perhaps in another year? Or maybe, not even a year— perhaps, in a few months, Mister Long would be able to wake up.

Occasionally, at the thought that he might become the tyrant in the original body’s memories after waking up, Mu Wanwan would feel a little sad. After all, she had raised this dragon for so long. Even though he couldn’t move, he also wouldn’t hurt her, and he gave her endless motivation.

Besides, she had also kissed him, and even drank his blood…

Although she couldn’t tell if she was looking forward to Mister Long waking up, or hoping that he would keep on sleeping, she was genuinely happy about the changes in Mister Long.

Apart from Mister Long, the feathery chirp was also in a very good state. The wound on its little wing has gotten a lot better and had stopped bleeding long ago. The flesh at that area has also almost completely grown back— it’s just that there were still no feathers at the site of the injury. The bare spot only had a few tiny feathers, which didn’t look very nice.

But that was just superficial. Mengmeng was in very good shape— there was just a little more to go.

It seemed to be very interested in Mister Long’s furry ears. From time to time, it would jump onto the bed and hop across on Mister Long’s face to rub his ears. Once, upon returning to the room after cultivating spiritual plants, Mu Wanwan saw the feathery chirp rub itself on Mister Long’s ear, and even opened its tender yellow beak, looking as if it wanted to peck off some fur to take with it to play with.

It was a good thing she had moved quickly enough, or it would’ve been bad for Mister Long. Thinking about it, Mister Long could only be called cute solely because of these furry ears. If that furriness was gone, he would become a slippery and scaly dragon…

“Chirp!” Probably because the food has been good recently, Mengmeng woke up every day full of energy. Apart from Mister Long’s ears, one of its favourite places was the small basket Mu Wanwan used to hatch spirit eggs.

It would squat carefully in the only empty spot in the basket, then tuck its increasingly plump little body inside and stretch out its two little wings to cover two of the spirit eggs with difficulty, hugging one on each side.

Despite the fact that it was very small, and its little wings could only cover a small part of the egg.

Every time she saw this loving scene, Mu Wanwan couldn’t help but want to laugh.

It was also because of the feathery chirp’s existence that she felt that the days of non-stop work were not so difficult.

These days, Mu Wanwan has been working hard to cultivate seeds. Although she has advanced in rank, the success rates of cultivating these seeds were lower. The success rate of the Grade 2 Bixing grass seeds was only about seventy percent, while the success rate of Baizhen fruit was even lower, at about sixty percent or so.

Also, it took a lot of spiritual energy every day to nurture the seedlings that had been cultivated. So, although seven or eight days had passed, she had only cultivated eleven Grade 2 Bixing grass and nine Frade 2 Baizhen fruit.

Because Mengmeng hasn’t reached Rank 1, Mu Wanwan only fed it the fruit cultivated from the remaining grade 1 seeds. On the other hand, a certain dragon’s food had improved.

“Mister Long, it’s time to eat.”

After preparing dinner, Mu Wanwan plucked a Bixing grass fruit that she had grown painstakingly and fed it to the dragon. The Grade 2 Bixing grass fruit was also translucent. The juice inside was a little richer, and the fruit was a little larger. She usually only fed Mister Long one a day.

Of the spirit stones she brought back, Mister Long had absorbed some of them one after another in the past few days. There were still two mid-grade spirit stones and three low-grade spirit stones left.

Mu Wanwan also kept two low-grade spirit stones on herself and would occasionally take a sniff when she was exhausted from cultivating seeds as if to encourage herself.

After dinner, while it was still not yet night and not particularly cold, Mu Wanwan washed the dishes, boiled some water, and briefly cleaned up herself and Mister Long, then got ready to make some handicrafts before going to bed.

The weather was getting increasingly colder, and the probability of cloudy days increased. It wasn’t the type of dry cold either, but a damp cold. Washing things was a painful chore, and it was only in the room that it was slightly better. Due to the heating stones she bought, the temperature inside was a little higher than outside.