The night temperature in mid-October was a bit low, and the silence in the huge hall was terrifying.
The night amplifies all the sounds and pains. The tyrant's face is pale, and the scales on his body fluctuate. Along with looming black and red lines, the withered yellow falls off, mixed with pus and blood, and falls on the jade bed, making a slight and harsh sound.
The original nucleus was broken and his spiritual power was exhausted. It took almost all his energy to suppress the pain and the curse. He could only unravel a little bit of the curse every day. At this speed, it would take him three years to wake up.
Because the body was temporarily paralyzed by corrosion and could not move, the little bug that could have been pinched to death with just some spiritual power was now madly sucking his flesh and blood.
Cold sweat slid down his forehead all the way across his eyelids and fell into his jet-black hair.
Her consciousness gradually became blurred. When she was about to fall into the dark valley, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded. Her voice was a little panting, as if it was close to his ear.
A warm hand gently placed on his forehead. Before falling into a coma, he heard her say—
"My face is so bad, it hurts..."
——Mu Wanwan didn't know that Mr. Long woke up once in the middle. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and added some oil to the lights in the room, and the room suddenly became much brighter.
Looking at Mr. Long's rotten half tail and the dripping pus and blood, she really felt that her scalp was numb.
Mu Wanwan held a simple sterilized knife with boiling water in his hand, facing Mr. Long's long tail, and suddenly had the illusion that he was cooking dragon dishes. It seemed a little easier to think so, Mu Wanwan slowly brought the knife closer with a white face.
Mr. Long's tail started to rot from the tip of the tail a little bit upwards. Mu Wanwan gently scratched the yellow scales on the rotten surface that were attached to the pus and blood. I felt like I was about to suffocate.
But thinking of the almost pale face that the tyrant had just suffered from pain, Mu Wanwan still forcibly held back the discomfort, and with a little force, his subordinates cut the scales open, and bit by bit gouged out the festering carrion.
During this period, she inevitably encountered the little bug that she didn't want to touch. The black bug had a hard shell and would crawl around. The feeling that something seemed to be crawling on the back of her hands, arms and legs was real. bad.
After roughly finishing Mr. Long's tail, Mu Wanwan only felt that her whole body was stinky, and her coat was all stained with blood. She looked at the cushion under Mr. Long's body, lying on top of it. The corpses of many of the little bugs who were violently pinched to death by her gave Mu Wanwan a chill.
She quickly took off her coat, wrapped it around her hands, dragged Mr. Long's tail, and moved the person to a different place, and then threw out the mat and the basin of things that were taken from Mr. Long's tail, together with the coat.
After carefully washing his hands, Mu Wanwan took the ointment and gauze into the room.
I don't know if it was because of the simple treatment of the rotten tail that the smell in the room was not so heavy. Maybe it was her illusion. She felt that Mr. Long's face was not so ugly.
Carefully spread the ointment on the long tail, and then wrapped half of the tail with gauze. Mu Wanwan poured a few pots of water, and used the clothes that he had changed yesterday and had not had time to wash, making Mr. Long a little dirty. After wiping his tail again, after thinking about it, he blushed and washed his upper body briefly.
When wiping her tail, Mu Wanwan accidentally touched a scale near her waist. It was a little different from other places. There was a thick film on it, and it was a little hard on it, but she didn't think much about it. He only scrubbed the naked upper body of Mr. Long there, and then forced his tired body to wash himself.
After the cleaning work, Mu Wanwan took out a low-grade spirit stone from her pocket and put it beside Mr. Long's pillow. According to her memory, some powerful people can unconsciously absorb spirit stones even in their sleep. Although I don't know if Mr. Long can absorb the spiritual energy in Shinai, she should give it a try.
Mu Wanwan took another one hundred precious fruit from the box, cut a bit of the peel with a knife, and dripped the juice on Mr. Long's blue lips.
After pinching nearly half of the fruit, Mu Wanwan stopped. She searched for the memory of her original body, scavenged a little wood-type spiritual energy from her dantian, poured it into the half of the shriveled fruit, and watched She breathed a sigh of relief after the peel that she had carefully cut had grown back.
Now they are very poor, even if it is a fruit like Baizhenguo, which can be bought with only five low-grade spirit stones, and which tyrants disdain to look at, now they cannot afford to climb high.
The fruit exudes a strong fragrance, Mu Wanwan swallowed, but he still didn't eat the half of the shriveled fruit. After all, Mr. Long needs it more than she does now.
Although the original body was not as honorable as Bai Shuiyao at home before leaving the pavilion, the Mu Mansion was still quite good in the tyrant's territory. Although Mu's father was only a fourth-order strength, his combat power was close to that of a fifth-order warrior. Yue will also give her a dozen gold coins Huahua, but every time these gold coins are taken away by Bai Shuiyao in various ways.
Mu Wanwan rubbed her head with a headache. This time, the original body was married when the Mu family was in distress. She was about an abandoned child. Except for some clothes and bedding, she didn't pretend. Therefore, she is now a legendary quilt party. .
Mu Wanwan gave a wry smile, went to the cabinet in the corner of the room, and pulled out two quilts, the red quilt and mattress embroidered with mandarin ducks.
Before, the original body had no intention and dared not to sleep with the tyrant at all, and never thought about tidying up the bed.
In fact, if possible, Mu Wanwan doesn't really want to sleep with Mr. Long, but Mr. Long had a very bad temper before. If a servant dared to appear in his bedroom, the only thing he would do would be death: death.
So the side hall and the main hall only have such a bed, not even a quilt for heating in winter.
Only a little food survived in the small kitchen.
However, this jade bed is very large, and it is three by three meters in size. Even if two people sleep on it, as long as you pay attention to the distance, it should be fine, right?
Mu Wanwan looked at the mattress in the cabinet, and was a little fortunate that there were two mattresses and two quilts, so that she just didn't have to share the quilt with the tyrant.
Although she is said to be Mr. Long's nominal wife now, Mr. Long is not too ugly. After looking at him for a long time, he may even feel that he has a coquettish and fragile beauty, but——
First of all, Mr. Long is not a person. I heard that there are two dragons, so I don't know if it is true...
Cough, let's not mention this question a bit ahead of time.
The most important thing, in the original book, although Mr. Long was wearing a green hat by Bai Shuiyao and Ao Qin many times when he was in a coma, he didn't know it, and he didn't know if he was blind when he woke up. Bai Shuiyao, who appeared in his bedroom, fell in love at first sight and said that classic line:
"Woman, you are mine!"
Mu Wanwan thought of this, and couldn't help but glanced at a certain dragon with a pale and evil face and curly eyelashes. Her heart beat a beat in disappointment, and she was pressed down again.
No matter how much Mr. Long behaves to make her love him, it can't change the fact that he will change his mind quickly after waking up. She should stop thinking about it. Mr. Long doesn't feel anything now, even if she sleeps with him. Bed, he won't know when he wakes up.
Mu Wanwan thought while making the bed, but when she made the whole bed, she looked at the bright red quilt that was next to each other, and Mr. Long who was posed by her and only showed a rather handsome face outside. At that time, he still couldn't help blushing.
——In modern times, she was an orphan. From childhood to adulthood, food and clothing were a problem. Finally, she went to college with some welfare policies. She studied hard part-time and worked hard. After graduation, she worked hard to make money and pay off her loans. The fun is to read novels. Although she is so old, no one has chased her, but she has never been in love.
Unexpectedly, the first time I slept with a quilt in my life, it turned out to be with a plant dragon......
Mu Wanwan was in a complicated mood, but compared to her body, which had been exhausted for several days in a row, this little entanglement was nothing. According to the original plot, she should have died, and now she is still living and sleeping in a bed, which is not bad.