I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 109

Forty-nine Dragons (1)

“Ha, I never thought that one day I’d be able to walk here openly,” said a guard with a smile. He looked young, and his skin was dark green. When he spoke, a tongue that was longer than others would come out from time to time. “I wouldn’t have dared before. If anyone had dared to walk here, they’d probably be killed straight away by the dragon guards.”

It was a Rank 2 toad beastman.

“Yeah,” another guard also smiled. “Heh, look. It doesn’t even look like a sovereign’s chambers at all. Tsk, there are even weeds here. I bey no one has cleaned this place this month.”

His skin was wet and slippery, and one could faintly make out earth scales. He was a Rank 2 grass carp beastman.

“Cut the crap and get down to business.” The other guard was probably the leader of the three. He had vertical pupils and was a snake beastman. His expression was severe and cold, “I heard that the jade bed is worth a lot of money. It wasn’t easy for us to learn that Lord Ao Qin and many of the dragon guards are not in today, and there’s hardly anyone patrolling the entire dragon manor. On top of that, it’s the day that chongxi bride goes out. There’s only that disabled dragon in this hall, so don’t waste time. “

“Also, there’s the crippled dragon’s horns.” The last beastman was the tallest and strongest of them all. His ability was close to Rank 4, and he also had the biggest guts. “Although I heard they’re ruined, they should still be hard enough. If dug out completely, they can be sold for some money.”

“Heh, big bro is right.” The toad beastman spat and rubbed his hands excitedly. “After being in this dragon manor for so many years, I’m still only the lowliest of guards. I’ll be running away after this job— no way I’m going to continue selling my life here.”

The grass carp beastman also cursed fiercely, “Damn it, hurry up. I’d spent a ton of gold coins on drinks for my greedy boss.”

Their voices were not loud, but could not escape Mister Long’s spiritual consciousness——

There were four of them— taking care of them won’t be difficult.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. Right after he was seriously injured, most of the things in his bedchamber had been moved away; only his warm jade bed remained.

One reason was that the servants didn’t know the value of it, and the other was probably that they disdained it for being dirtied with his blood.

Now, his wife had finally managed to tidy up the courtyard and the room after so much effort. He didn’t know where these guards got the information, and it was still fine if they wanted to dig out his broken horns, but to think they actually wanted to steal their nuptial bed too.

Hah.

If it were a month or so ago, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist, but now…

Mister Long slowly picked up the cage with the spirit chicks, walked back to the room, and picked up the three medium-grade spirit stones that Mu Wanwan had especially left at home——

Well, wasn’t it nice that there were people who had come of their own accord to offer their spirit stones?

He’d wanted to wait for these people to come to the door before taking them down, but suddenly he heard the grass carp beastman say when he was almost at the courtyard door, “Big bro, can we hide in the courtyard later, and when Madam returns…”

The toad beastman exchanged a “you know” look with him and smiled lewdly. “We are going to leave anyway, so why not have a good time? During the sovereign’s wedding, I saw Madam from afar.

“Although she’s not as stunning as the maiden beside her, she’s also a rare beauty. Moreover, she’s a human, and her skin is so tender. When we do it, I wonder how it’ll …”

Before the word, “feel”, could be uttered, the toad beastman stopped abruptly. His eyes were wide and round, and his face was flushed red, as if he were under immense pressure. He stared at his body as it got swallowed up by bit by a black fog that had suddenly appeared, and didn’t even have the time to scream.

“Who’s there?!”

The two snake guards instantly became nervous. Before they could assume a defensive stance, they watched as the grass carp guard who didn’t manage to dodge got quickly enveloped by the black fog and turned into nothingness.

The courtyard door opened slowly; Mister Long’s face was marked with hideous black and red lines, and his pair of phoenix eyes flashed with fiery flames.

“Die.”

A cold and furious voice rang out.

The two snake guards only had time to hear the last spoken word of their lives before they were completely wrapped in the black fog that filled the sky. They struggled with difficulty but could only manage a wretched scream before turning into nothingness in the end.

The black fog gradually dissipated, and calm was restored in the alley in front of the courtyard. The ground was clean, with a few interdimensional pouches scattered here and there. There was not even a speck of ash left of the guards just now.

The curse lines on Mister Long’s face coursed across his face, as if there was fresh blood flowing in them. The backlash from using his ability had shattered his meridians, and blood seeped out from the corners of his lips.

The three medium-grade spirit stones in his hand shattered into powder; the golden light in Mister Long’s eyes did not disappear— he was furious and scared.

If— if it wasn’t for his wife’s special talent and care during this period, perhaps— perhaps…

To think they actually wanted to lay hands on her. How dare they.

Mister Long was so in so much pain that his entire body trembled. There was so much force exerted from the hand that was on the courtyard door that his knuckles turned white.

Even his demonic face was looking a little frightening.

Mengmeng, who had come out from the room as it had sensed the unfriendly aura and wanted to help was also scared. Trembling, it looked at Mister Long who was supporting himself on the door from afar, and didn’t even dare to flap its wings too wildly.

After a while, Mister Long felt a little better. He slowly stood up straight and stepped forward to pick up the loot.

There were four interdimensional pouches— three low-grade ones and one medium-grade one.

Holding the three low-grade interdimensional pouches, Mister Long’s hands turned into dragon claws. He wanted to crush them, but the image of Mu Wanwan working hard to earn spirit stones appeared in his mind.

Although these three interdimensional pouches were not worth much, he was no longer the sovereign he used to be.

Mister Long’s hands slowly returned to normal. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, opened one of the interdimensional pouches, and absorbed all the dozens of low-grade spirit stones that were inside.

A few moments later, his complexion looked a little better.

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