CH 115

Fifty-one Dragons (2)

Meanwhile, even though the one who took the Condensed Snow Pill cannot recover any spiritual energy, he would be able to completely detoxify the venom from his body with the effect of the elixir. As long as he didn’t get bitten again, he would be able to survive.

In a nutshell, the Condensed Snow Pill was probably a more versatile antidote that also had the effects of replenishing health, thought Mu Wanwan.

She finished copying the elixir recipes and had a general sense of the ingredients needed. After rubbing her forehead, she finished cleaning up the entire family (herself, the feather ball, Mister Long), and got ready for bed——

She was very tired today, mostly from mental exhaustion. She still had a bunch of new things to do tomorrow, so she wanted to rest early.

Mu Wanwan made the bed and suddenly noticed that the tucked-in corner of Mister Long’s quilt had been moved.

As she was worried about Mister Long’s tail getting cold, she would always tuck in the quilt, but it seemed like someone had lifted the quilt today.

Mu Wanwan’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t noticed this detail when she came back. Could it be that someone had come to bully Mister Long when she wasn’t at home?

The thought made her a little anxious, and she lifted Mister Long’s quilt——

His upper body was clad in the clothes she had changed him into after giving him a bath the last time. There wasn’t any blood on it, and his tail was also in good condition. His scales have shed and most of the withered yellow scales have fallen off. Compared to little Mister Long’s tail, it didn’t have the furry tip and was bald and unsightly, much thicker and larger.

But it was much better than the miserable state it was in when she first saw him.

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and gently touched the cold scales. There was no wound, so it should be fine.

She looked at Mister Long’s evil handsome face, reached out and touched his furry ears, then tucked his quilt back in.

“Chirp~”

Mengmeng had been about to fall asleep, but when it saw Mu Wanwan return, it got up again. Flapping its little wings hard, it tried its best to jump on the bed. It couldn’t take it anymore— it wanted to complain about the bad dragon’s behaviour.

Mu Wanwan didn’t know what it was trying to do. She watched as it pointed to the things in its nest, then struggle to point at Mister Long who was lying on the bed, chirping hard all the while.

“Do you want to rub his ears?” Mu Wanwan thought the feather chirp wanted to rub Mister Long’s ears. After thinking about it, she decided to satisfy her little chirp and took it to the side of the bed, but the feather chirp just rubbed Mister Long’s ears in a very restrained manner before beginning to stomp hard on his face =.=!

Mu Wanwan sighed and patted Mengmeng’s head, “Stop messing around.”

Feeling aggrieved, Mengmeng didn’t want to speak anymore.

Mengmeng turned its butt at Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan, “......”

She was tired.

After putting out the lights, the room became dark all at once. Mu Wanwan lay down and said softly, “Mister Long, Mengmeng, good night.

She quickly fell asleep, and the room was quiet.

About two or three hours later, Mister Long woke up.

He blinked lightly. As he remembered how his brilliant golden eyes made his wife cry from their ugliness, the colour of his eyes was now normal.

It’s just that he had meticulously hidden the ugly black and red lines on his face and his broken horns. As for his tail, after thinking about it, he shyly turned them into legs.

Although he wasn’t wearing (??) clothes, she probably wouldn’t know through the quilt.

Mister Long, the shameless dragon, turned over gently and slowly.

He had very good night vision. When he turned over, he could see Mu Wanwan’s quiet sleeping posture. She was tightly wrapped in the quilt, and there were some dark circles under her eyes. She must have been too tired recently.

A trace of bitterness flooded into his heart. Mister Long thought about how his wife made money— he saw it all very clearly.

Since she married him, till now.

She had not had anything good to eat, nor did she ever get to wear beautiful clothes. She did boring chores all day long, but never once complained or despised him.

However, with the things he looted, she should be able to live a little better.

Mister Long thought that when he recovered after a while more, he would go outside and bring back all the treasures to her.

A dragon with “facial paralysis”, Mister Long’s expression was permanently unchanged. The night hid his gradually reddening cheeks.

Ah, right.

The jade bangle he had asked the feather chirp to give to her, he wanted to touch it—

Even though his wife didn’t know it was from him, in Mister Long’s mind, if Mu Wanwan wore it, that would mean that she accepted him, and would always be with him, forever in his clutches.

Quietly, a warm palm reached into Mu Wanwan’s covers and carefully went to touch the bangle on her hand.

Hm?

Why wasn’t it there?

Feeling that something was amiss, Mister Long sent out his spiritual consciousness and found the medium-grade interdimensional pouch in the sound-asleep Mengmeng’s nest.

Mister Long, “...”

He must calm down!

His raven-black eyelashes trembled, and then he thought of the reason—

He had forgotten that, unlike low-grade interdimensional pouches that only required spiritual energy, medium-grade ones required either spiritual consciousness or a drop of blood for the item to be bound to its owner. His wife probably didn’t know about that.

Mister Long calmly thought for a while, released his spiritual energy to turn the feather chirp over gently, then took the interdimensional pouch. Okay, the next step is to take the blood of his wife.

He gently lifted one of Mu Wanwan’s arms. Very carefully, he split out a trace of spiritual energy and poked through Mu Wanwan’s fingertip like a needle.

Bright red blood slowly came out. Mister Long frowned in pain, quickly took a drop of blood and put it on the interdimensional pouch. Without even waiting to see if the item had successfully acknowledged Mu Wanwan as its owner, he leaned over, took her fingertip in his mouth, and licked it gently.

Dragon saliva could accelerate the healing of wounds.

He swore he wasn’t thinking of anything when he did this.

But after licking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the entire dragon was about to burn up.

Mu Wanwan was not completely unconscious. She felt that someone was doing something with her arm, and her fingertip was hot, as if dipped in something warm. She moved her fingers reflexively...

The author has something to say:

Mister Long (blushing, with fireworks in his head), “Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?”

The talking version of big feathery Mengmeng (→_→): “You are a simp, you are on the bed, you are licking your wife. Heh, what a shameless dragon.”