CH 117

Fifty-two Dragons (2) - unedited

Given that she had performed the terrible act of forcibly kissing Mister Long and drinking the dragon’s blood last time, Mu Wanwan felt that she had probably let herself go again.

She felt her face burning and was a little embarrassed to look at Mister Long’s face.

Both human and dragon thought they had done something bad. Clearly, one of them was still in a coma, but the room was filled with an awkward air…

Mister Long did not dare to send his spiritual consciousness out. With his eyes closed, it was only after a long while before the strange feeling in his throat eased, and the unnatural heat of his body gradually calmed down.

He was very abashed. Mu Wanwan didn’t sleep, so he didn’t dare to wake up. This stalemate lasted for a while before Mister Long lost the battle and really passed out to repair his consciousness.

Mu Wanwan also regained her senses. Her uneasy heart thumped for a long time before she fell asleep again.

As for Mengmeng, Mengmeng was too sleepy, so it only woke up for a while before falling right back to sleep… After all, it was still just a baby chirp!

But early next morning, Mu Wanwan was awakened by Mengmeng stomping on her.

She half-opened her eyes and looked at the strings of the cloth bag that was in the feather chirp’s beak. The cloth bag looked very much like an interdimensional pouch. Mengmeng rubbed Mu Wanwan’s face desperately with its little head.

Mu Wanwan, “......”

She rub Mengmeng’s head, then wanted to get out of bed and wash up.

However, Mengmeng kept struggling to express something. Mu Wanwan was a little at a loss, “Mengmeng. Are you trying to give this to me?”

She didn’t know if Mengmeng understood her, but it actually nodded its head in a very human-like manner and chirped loudly.

Mu Wanwan was silent for a moment, then decided to satisfy her little feather chiro and took the cloth bag from its beak. Originally, she just wanted to appease Mengmeng, and intended to give it back to it after touching it for a while. However, the feeling of the cloth bag in her hand was actually completely different from yesterday.

She looked at Mengmeng’s expectant gaze, then tentatively input a trace of spiritual energy into it. This time, it went smoothly.

This was actually really an interdimensional pouch!

It was a bigger and more advanced interdimensional pouch than the one Uncle Zong had given her, and there were even some things in it.

Mu Wanwan took out the contents of the interdimensional pouch——

There were actually three small interdimensional pouches nested inside =_=

In addition, there were also some spirit stones, elixirs, and miscellaneous items. Among them, the most eye-catching item was a jade bangle.

She picked up that bangle, lifted it up, and held it against the light—

The faint light from outside bounced off the bangle that had very little impurities, reflecting spots of light on her cheeks.

It was pretty.

“Chirp...”

Mengmeng was also a little dazed. It watched Mu Wanwan as her lips curved into an involuntary smile, then saw her try on the bangle rather happily.

The size was just right, and it made her skin seem even fairer and prettier.

“Why are there so many things?” After the initial joy, Mu Wanwan calmed down. She looked at Mengmeng’s silly face and felt that something was amiss.

It hasn’t been long since she rescued Mengmeng, and the feather chirp had always appeared to be very weak. Mu Wanwan could still understand if the first part of what happened with Fuliu was because of its doing, and what happened after that was a coincidence.

But this time, there were so many interdimensional pouches. Even if Mengmeng had very good luck, it was impossible for it to have found three of them at once to give to her.

Besides, when she had tried to open the interdimensional pouch yesterday, it didn’t acknowledge her as its owner. So, why could she open it smoothly today? Mengmeng clearly didn’t do anything last night. Was it because of Mister Long’s saliva? Was dragon saliva so useful?

Or was there someone else who has been secretly helping them?

Mu Wanwan frowned, thinking that these guesses were not very sound.

So, she asked the feathery chirp probingly, “Mengmeng, where did you get all these from?”

In order to express herself clearly, she also used body language.

When Mu Wanwan finished speaking, she felt that she must be crazy to try to get an answer from Mengmeng. She should get up to wash her face and calm down.

But from Mengmeng’s perspective, the ‘good friend’ who has always been very good to it, giving it delicious fruits and bathing it so it smelled fresh and clean, was finally aware of the danger that was lurking by her side, and was looking at the cute (?) Mengmeng and asking for help!

This journey really hadn’t been easy; the feathery chirp was very moved.

Humph, the big bad dragon was always bullying Mengmeng with his aura when its backing wasn’t around. He even pinched the feathers that have just grown out on its wings! He must be jealous of its fluffiness, and even frightened and threatened this feather chirp. Mengmeng didn’t feel burdened to be selling him out at all ^▽^!

So, the feathery chirp happily rubbed Mu Wanwan’s palm and gave a couple of chirps.

“Sure enough, you can’t understand me. “ Mu Wanwan wasn’t disappointed either. She rubbed the feathery chirp’s head to express her encouragement and that she wasn’t upset.

Who knew, in the next second, Mengmeng began its performance——

It waved its little wings, then tapped on the bangle on her wrist, chirped twice, and then chirped in the direction of a certain dragon that she always thought was comatose, before finally stepping on his face.

Mu Wanwan, “...?”

“Chirp~ Chirp chirp!”

Mengmeng jumped from the interdimensional pouch to Mister Long’s face several times,  and Mu Wanwan finally understood.

Mu Wanwan, “......???”

Mu Wanwan, “!!!”

She felt that she really needed to go wash her face to calm down. Otherwise, how could she think that Mengmeng was saying——

‘Mister Long woke up, and these things are all from Mister Long!’

The author has something to say:

Mister Long (pretending_to_be_sleeping_peacefully.jpg), “It’s fine, I’m still in a coma, my wife won’t know. When it’s nighttime, I can do this and that…”