I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 51

Twenty-eight Dragons (1)

He was already feeling very uncomfortable, and she still touched his forehead.

Her cold palm carried some chill from the rain, and her damp touch lowered the temperature of his forehead, making Mister Long feel a lot more comfortable. But when the delicate skin slid slowly across his forehead, it brought about a shuddering sensation he had never experienced before.

Under the quilt, Mister Long’s fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.

But soon, Mu Wanwan’s slightly cold hand grew warm from the heat of his forehead, losing the cooling effect it had.

He must be having a fever.

Mu Wanwan was very worried. She glanced at Mister Long——

Usually, in his normal state, even though his face was covered with black and red lines, it was still very pale. But today, except for the area covered by the lines, his face was all red; even his ears were also red.

“Why do you have a fever?” Mu Wanwan couldn’t spare a thought for anything else anymore. She hurriedly got some water, dampened a handkerchief, wrung it out, and placed it on Mister Long’s forehead to bring down his temperature.

After doing all this, she was still feeling anxious, and lifted the blanket again to look at Mister Long’s tail; it wasn’t rotting.

It shouldn’t be a serious issue, right?

Mu Wanwan frowned and was still a little worried. She had wanted to boil some water to take a bath, but now, Mister Long seemed to be having a fever, so she could only sit quietly by the bed. While thinking about her plans for the next few days, she gazed towards the door unwittingly.

On the other hand, Mister Long had gradually calmed down because of the cold handkerchief on his forehead; only the tips of his ears were still a little hot. He cautiously sent out a wisp divine consciousness, slowly spreading outward from the red nuptial bed.

She should have already finished changing by now, so it shouldn’t matter if he sent out his divine consciousness now, right?

Mister Long couldn’t quite describe what the feeling in his heart was. Only when his divine consciousness landed slowly on Mu Wanwan’s sleeve did he breathe a sigh of relief with a little disappointment.

Mu Wanwan sat for a while, then changed the handkerchief on Mister Long’s forehead. When she looked again, most of the redness on his face had receded. She touched his forehead again and found that it wasn’t as hot as it was just now.

This was?

He recovered?

So quickly?

Mu Wanwan still did not dare to leave. After some thought, she went to the few pots of Bixing grass placed by the window and picked a seedling that looked like it was growing well. She guided the spiritual energy in her body, emitting a luminous green light from her fingertips, and channelled her wood spiritual energy in without reservation. Soon, the Bixing grass gradually matured, and two bright green shoots grew rapidly, holding a translucent fruit in the middle that was growing bigger bit by bit.

This time, Mu Wanwan did not immediately withdraw her spiritual power after seeing the fruit of the Bixing grass mature, but instead, channelled in half of her spiritual energy, and the fruit became even more lustrous and beautiful.

She only stopped when she started to feel a little dizzy, then carefully plucked the fruit, letting out a slow sigh of relief.

Although she didn’t know what had caused Mister Long’s brief fever, she guessed that it might still be because he was too deficient in spiritual energy, or that he had wounds hidden in places she couldn’t see.

This Bixing grass fruit used up eighty percent of her spiritual energy, and it was much larger than the other Bixing grass fruits. Mu Wanwan even had the vague feeling that this fruit might have already entered Grade 2.

She washed the fruit and wiped the water droplets off it before walking over to the bed and gently pinched his chin.

Mister Long was a little surprised and had a faint idea of what was going to happen. In the next instant, he felt the ginseng slices in his mouth being taken out by her and replaced by a cold and somewhat bitter juice.

The taste was different from that of the Baizhen fruit; it was the fruit of the Bixing grass Mu Wanwan had just cultivated with most of her spiritual energy.

As long as a small hole was made in the fruit’s translucent skin, the pulp inside would flow out like water. Forced to swallow the juice, Mister Long only felt that this Bixing grass fruit contained lots and lots of spiritual energy and essence within it. There was even a strange wisp of energy that pounced towards that immense curse as soon as it entered his body as if wanting to perish together with the curse of the abyssal devils, and broke off a bit of the curse.

Mister Long was astonished. His lashes trembled, and he had a new understanding of this chongxi bride.

It seemed like her talent wasn’t low after all.

His divine consciousness couldn’t keep from moving upwards slowly, resting on Mu Wanwan’s face.

His wife was not the type of beauty with peerless looks at first glance, but she possessed a pair of clear and beautiful inky-black eyes. Her lips were a little pink, thin cheeks, and a round nose. Her half-wet hair hung by the sides of her face, and her head was currently bowed as she fed him the fruit seriously with utmost concentration, as quiet as an ink painting.

Translator’s Notes: Phew, that was a loooong chapter. Just a quick note on the TL of Mister Long’s name. It is written as 龙 in Chinese, which is the Chinese word for ‘dragon’ and pronounced ‘long’. Earlier on, Mu Wanwan decided to call him this as she didn’t know his name, and we find out here that no one does either. So, in a sense, she’s actually calling him Mister Dragon (in intent), but I’ve decided to stick to the phonetic sense (‘Mister Long’) by using a transliteration as this will be used as a literal surname in time to come and ‘Dragon’ wouldn’t work as well. Just a little note to let you know that ‘long’ doesn’t mean long in English but is the phonetic pronunciation of ‘dragon’ in Chinese!

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