I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Thirty Dragons (1)

The late autumn night was very cold; far removed from any light, the dark room was very quiet.

The sound of his heartbeat could be heard very clearly. Mister Long could intimately feel her breath against his chest; however, his heart gradually calmed down.

Because his wife had fed him Bixing grass fruit that had special spiritual power, along with intermittently supplying him with spiritual energy, Mister Long had already successfully connected three pieces of his broken original core, and the circulation of his internal arts had held off part of the curse.

Back then, if the abyssal devils hadnt suddenly launched a sneak attack when his original core was ruptured, he might not have fallen to such a miserable situation today.

However, perhaps this defeat was a lucky thing.

His divine consciousness swept over the spirit stone placed by his ear, then gently brushed over Mu Wanwans cheek and dissipated in the air.

Mister Long withdrew his divine consciousness and began to look internally at the curse in his body.

The most vicious curse spread all the way from his rotten tail to all his limbs and bones, binding his meridians. In his entire dragon form from his bones to the outer surface of his skin, apart from a small area around his fractured original core that was still relatively clean, only the blood in his heart was still pure.

For dragons, their inverse scales were the bottom line, their horns represented dignity, their tail was their combat weapon, their original core was where energy was stored, the place to store energy, and the blood of their hearts was the place where talent and life condensed.

The blood from a dragons heart could be refined into a valuable elixir to prolong life and also be used as a medicinal activator to cultivate the most powerful puppet warriors of the witch tribe. Dragons meat was also very nourishing. While the blood from other parts was not as useful as the blood from the heart, it was also a good material for refining medicine.

As an orphan dragon who did not have anyones protection and wasnt able to transform perfectly since young, Mister Long had met too many people who wanted to kill him for his blood in the first few decades of his lifeso many that he couldnt even remember.

But of those people, no one had ever succeeded.

Yet now, he was willing to suffer heart-rending pain.

It was just that right now, he needed a little power that could suppress the curse temporarily.

The spirit stone his wife brought back this time could allow him to temporarily suppress the curse for a few minutes at the cost of being in a coma for a week.

Without any hesitation, Mister Long calmly came to a decision, and in the next instant, the middle-grade spirit stone that Mu Wanwan had placed beside his pillow shrivelled away at a speed visible to the naked eye. The two lower-grade spirit stones next to it also turned into dense spiritual energy and penetrated his body.

A moment later, Mister Longs eyelashes trembled slightly, and the black and red lines on his face seemed as if they were coming to life, flashing with a hideous red glow, making Mister Longs expression seem somewhat frightening.

He wanted her to see him at his best. He wanted her to see him in his human form.

His scales began to show signs of disintegration and his tail began to quake unnaturally. Mister Longs entire body began to emit a faint golden glow. The light was extra blinding in the night, so much so that it made Mu Wanwan, who was in a lethargic sleep, very uncomfortable.

She squirmed uncomfortably, trying to make her pillow behave, but before she could finish protesting, she felt her knees and shoulders sink, and she was pressed into the bed by something.

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes disgruntledly, but was met with the sight of a pair of pupils that were as brilliant as liquid gold. They were like two beams of light in the dark night, embedded into long and narrow eye sockets, staring straight at her.

Mister Long stared at her with his honey-like phoenix eyes. He didnt expect that she would suddenly open her eyes, and his long and curved eyelashes trembled shyly.

His long, ink-coloured hair was draped behind him, with two strands hanging by his ears. He had a high nose bridge, and his lips were pursed with some embarrassment, while the tips of his ears were a little red.

He finally got to see her with his own eyes, albeit only for a few minutes.

Mister Long looked at her seriously, from her forehead that was damp with cold sweat, then greedily across her eyelids, the tip of her nose, then rested on her somewhat dry and chapped lips.

He even had the irresistible impulse to kiss her, just like how he had fantasized previously.

But before Mister Long, who had good night vision, could act on it, he saw that as soon as she saw him, her face took on a pained expression, and even her eyes squinted as if they had been stung, with tears flashing vaguely in the corners of her eyes.

Could it be?

Did his ugliness make her cry?

Mister Long instantly went blank; with an aggrieved heart, the pair of brilliant gold pupils slowly changed back to its normal black colour, and he stopped his childish display.

But even though he changed back, Mu Wanwans tears did not stop.

However, she wasnt crying from his ugliness she hadnt even seen him clearly.

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