I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 40|Forty Dragons
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The room was dark, and it took Mu Wanwan a while to fully adapt to the dark environment. With a little light coming from outside, he watched Mr. Long staring at the two white spirit eggs seriously. He carefully put away his sharp claws, turned them into human-shaped palms, and gently touched the two eggs.
"Dabao." His voice was very childish and a little hoarse, and he softly called the name of one of the slightly larger spirit eggs. Mu Wanwan almost didn't recognize the spirit egg when he heard it.
She was a little embarrassed and couldn't help but quietly walked to Mr. Long and confirmed several times that he was indeed touching the spirit egg——
A white spirit egg, about half the size of a palm, placed on the table and carefully wrapped in cloth.
"Xiaobao." Mr. Long read out the name of another spirit egg and touched its round head as usual. Mu Wanwan looked a little silly.
After Mr. Xiaolong called their names, he was obviously in a much better mood. There was a smile in his obsidian eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. He carefully took his hand back and touched his wet and messy hair. He frowned in disgust, walked to the door, took off his dirty cloak, shook it and hung it on a wooden shelf next to the door.
Only then did Mu Wanwan notice that there were several wooden shelves behind the broken wooden door. Mr. Xiaolong hung up his cloak and combed it with a small comb made of something he didn’t know. Sparse long hair.
He didn't have a handkerchief or a towel, but he packed himself up like a decent little dragon.
It was probably a bit cold, and the soaked ears on his head kept shaking. He had to scratch them several times before they felt better.
Mu Wanwan’s eyes were a little sore. She took advantage of the fact that it was still dark and scanned the room——
It was dark and looked as shabby inside as it did outside.
But there is a door, a bed and a table.
The tattered wooden door and the bed are quite big. Just by looking at them, you can tell that they were picked up from the garbage dump. One corner is missing. They are padded with stones and covered with half a mattress and half a quilt. , it looks like someone tore it apart violently due to a quarrel.
But he took care of it very well, the corners were carefully sewn, and there was a clean small pillow next to the bed.
As for the table, I think it was made by myself. It was crooked but very strong. There were two neatly folded clothes and his two eggs on it, which surprisingly matched this 'home'.
Well, it’s home.
Mr. Xiaolong’s home.
Mu Wanwan watched him clean himself up slowly and meticulously, as if he didn't care about the wounds on his feet. He walked to the table and took out a piece of steamed bun hidden in his pocket.
The steamed buns looked to be in very bad condition. They were a little green on top and looked like they were moldy. However, they were large and had no teeth marks, so they probably had not been bitten by anyone.
Mu Wanwan watched him carefully tear off the green skin on it, swallowed with some difficulty, and then...
Break off more than half of it and put it next to the two eggs. "Daddy has brought you some food."
As he spoke, he originally wanted to eat, but after thinking about it, he put down the small half piece of steamed bun in his hand. He looked at the two eggs again, wondering if he should explain again, "I ate yesterday. Not hungry."
Nonsense, she could hear his stomach growling.
One after another, the screams were loud.
Mu Wanwan couldn't stand it anymore. Even if this was a dream, she wanted to wake up quickly.
This dream was so real that she could even feel the dampness and coldness of the weather, the sound of raindrops hitting the simple roof, and Mr. Long's hunger, although she couldn't tell from his paralyzed face. What.
But the sound of throwing a dragon was really a ghost. It kept ringing in her ears. She felt so sad when she heard it. She wanted to go forward and stuff the steamed bun into the mouth of this dragon who wanted to save face and suffer. Then Tie the person up and apply medicine to treat the wound.
The wounds on his face and hands are healed, but the soles of his feet and tail are still bleeding.
Even, she wanted to wake up quickly, but she pinched herself several times, but she couldn't wake up. There was nothing she could do and nothing to do.
I can only stand in front of the table and stare at the two eggs like Mr. Long who pretends not to be hungry.
Her eyes turned red.
It was getting dark outside, and Mu Wanwan could hardly see anything.
She was a little depressed and felt that she was really worrying about it. It was just a dream anyway. This dragon would not eat if it liked it. If it liked the soul egg, it would be raised as a son. Mu Wanwan was a little angry and sat on the edge of the bed in the dark, lay down a little angry, and even occupied his pillow.
The bed is a bit hard, but the pillows are soft. There is no peculiar smell, just a little bit of Mr. Dragon's smell, which is a bit like when he was in his plant dragon state. It's not unpleasant.
Is it dragon energy?
Mu Wanwan couldn't help but rub it twice, and her face turned red when she realized what she was doing.
She must be poisonous!
Her night vision is not good. After it gets completely dark, she can basically see nothing. The room has been quiet for a long time. I don’t know when it started, and Mr. Xiaolong’s stomach stopped growling.
Mu Wanwan felt a little sleepy, actually wanting to sleep in the dream world. She half-opened her eyes, listening to the rustling sounds in the dark night, and felt that Mr. Xiaolong was gradually walking towards her, and it was a bit... nervous.
But she hadn't been nervous for long before she felt her face was hit by something.
Mu Wanwan looked at the quilt passing over his face. He didn't feel any pain, so he felt that he was really dreaming.
Mr. Long piled the mattresses and quilts on the half of the bed where Mu Wanwan was, as did the pillows. And he himself was lying on the bed like this.
Mu Wanwan got out of the quilt, looked at his shadow in the dark night, and curled up into a ball.
This is it, are you going to sleep?
Mu Wanwan probably guessed something. Mr. Long probably felt that he was too dirty today to make the bed dirty, so he chose not to cover himself with a quilt.
Thinking of this, Mu Wanwan felt like something was scratching her heart, a dull pain.
She wanted to say something, but nothing came out. She wanted to reach out and touch his horns, but she could only touch the cold air.
"Dabao, Xiaobao." Just when Mu Wanwan was feeling sad, Mr. Long suddenly spoke again.
He called the names of the two eggs, and then said in a voice so soft that it was almost a whisper, "Hurry up..."
"Hurry up and be born..."
......
......
The next day, Mu Wanwan woke up to the sound of noisy rain. She thought she should have woken up, but when she opened her eyes, what she saw was Mr. Xiaolong's tattered roof.
She was stunned for a few seconds before sitting up. Mr. Xiaolong was not in the house, and the cloak on the wooden stand was gone. Mu Wanwan glanced at the missing buns on the table, then at the two spiritual eggs, and walked out through the door.
It is still raining outside, dripping, and the sky is gloomy, but you can tell that it is morning.
Mu Wanwan is a little ashamed. Why did she fall asleep in the dream world, and she can actually walk through walls? If she had known why she walked around the dozen alleys yesterday, of.
But, why don’t you wake up from this dream?
Mu Wanwan was a little helpless and walked through the wall to the outside. After searching around, he couldn't see Mr. Long's shadow, so he had to go back to the small house and stared at the two spiritual eggs in a daze. After a long time, the sky outside was all over the place. It was almost dark, and Mu Wanwan walked out a little worried.
Having not taken two steps, I heard a cat meow suddenly from behind.
"Meow~"
She raised her head and saw a cat standing on the wall.
To be precise, it is a two-tailed cat.
It has two tails, and the fur all over its body is very beautiful. It doesn’t look like a stray cat, but more like a domestic cat.
The cat jumped down from the wall lightly, walked around Mr. Long's house twice in a humane manner, wagging its tail, and then rolled a few times on the ground, making its beautiful fur dirty. Pretty.
Mu Wanwan: "......??"
She couldn't understand what the cat was doing, but the cat did nothing else after making itself dirty. It just stood quietly at the door of Mr. Long's house, wagging its tail and squatting By the wall.
Mu Wanwan waited with it.
About an hour later, one person and one cat arrived at Mr. Long. He had more wounds than yesterday. The wounds on his hands and face were healed but were bleeding a little.
He walked towards his 'home', his pair of alert golden pupils gradually turned black. When he looked up, he showed an expression that could be called joy -
The brows are stretched, the pink lips are slightly raised, the eyes are soft, and there are water drops hanging on the eyelashes, which is a very gentle expression.
Mu Wanwan felt embarrassed for a moment, but soon, she realized with a sour feeling that Mr. Long was not smiling at her at all.
"Meow~" The two-tailed cat walked up to him. Mr. Long bent down and took out a steamed bun from his pocket. It was similar to yesterday's. He tore off the slightly moldy skin on the outside, broke off a piece and put it together. A relatively dry place.
The two-tailed cat barked at him again, then lowered his head to eat.
Mr. Long was holding the hood of his cloak with one hand in an attempt to cover his ears. He was holding half a steamed bun in one hand and squatting on the ground. The blood on his paws and tail snaked on the ground, soaking the two-tailed cat's fur.
Mu Wanwan walked to him and watched him feed most of the steamed buns to the cat little by little, feeling a little bitter in his heart——
This is 80% of what he gained this day. Did Mr. Long used to be such a gentle dragon? He can raise eggs, feed cats, build a house and work hard to earn food to support himself.
He is so small, such a small dragon.
"Ouch~" The two-tailed cat probably had almost eaten, so it barked at him and jumped onto the wall. Mu Wanwan saw it looking back at Mr. Long.
She didn't know what was going on, but she felt a little uneasy. She watched the little Mr. Long slowly stand up and walk to the side of the room. His eyes were bright and he said, "Daddy is back."