He was already having such a hard time, yet she still touched his forehead.
Her cool palm carried some of the chill of the rainwater. The damp sensation lowered the temperature on his forehead and made Mr. Dragon feel much more comfortable. But as her delicate skin slowly slid past the corner of his forehead, it brought with it a shiver unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Mr. Dragon’s fingers, hidden beneath the quilt, clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.
But very soon, Mu Wanwan’s slightly cold hand was warmed by his hot forehead, losing its cooling effect.
He must have a fever.
Mu Wanwan was very worried. She glanced at Mr. Dragon—
Normally, his face carried black-red markings, but his complexion itself was still very pale. Today, however, apart from the areas covered by those markings, even his ears were red.
“How did you get a fever?” Mu Wanwan had no time to think about anything else. She hurriedly dampened a handkerchief with some water, wrung it dry, and placed it on Mr. Dragon’s forehead to cool him down.
After doing this, she was still not quite reassured, so she lifted the quilt and checked Mr. Dragon’s tail again. It had not rotted.
There should not be anything serious, right?
Mu Wanwan frowned, still a little worried. She had originally wanted to go boil some water and take a bath, but now Mr. Dragon seemed to have a fever, so she could only sit quietly beside the bed. As she thought about her plans for the next few days, her gaze unconsciously drifted toward the doorway.
Mr. Dragon, however, gradually calmed down because of the cold handkerchief on his forehead. Only the roots of his ears were still a little hot. He carefully extended a wisp of divine consciousness, slowly spreading outward from beneath the bright-red wedding quilt.
She should already have changed clothes by now. If he extended his divine consciousness now, it should be fine, right?
Mr. Dragon could not quite describe the feeling in his heart. Only when his divine consciousness slowly stuck to Mu Wanwan’s sleeve did he let out a somewhat disappointed sigh of relief.
After sitting for a while, Mu Wanwan went to change the handkerchief on Mr. Dragon’s forehead. Looking again, most of the flush on his face had faded. When she touched his forehead, it was not as hot as it had been earlier either.
This was…
He was better?
That quickly?
Mu Wanwan still did not dare leave. After thinking for a moment, she walked over to the few pots of Blue Star Grass placed by the window and picked a seedling that was growing quite well. She guided the spiritual energy inside her body, and a soft green glow spread from her fingertips as she poured her wood-type spiritual energy into it without reservation.
Very quickly, that stalk of Blue Star Grass gradually matured. Its two tender green shoots rapidly grew larger, holding up the translucent fruit in the middle as it grew bit by bit.
This time, Mu Wanwan did not immediately withdraw her spiritual energy after seeing the Blue Star Grass fruit mature. Instead, she sent in another half portion of her original energy. The fruit became even more lustrous and beautiful.
Only when she felt a little dizzy did she stop, carefully pluck the fruit, and slowly let out a breath.
Although she did not know why Mr. Dragon had briefly developed a fever, she guessed it was probably still because he was too lacking in spiritual energy. Either that, or his wounds were hidden somewhere she could not see.
This Blue Star Grass fruit had used up eighty percent of her spiritual energy. The fruit it produced was also much larger than the fruits of the other Blue Star Grass. Mu Wanwan even faintly felt that this fruit might have already entered the second rank.
She washed the fruit clean and carefully wiped away the water droplets on it before walking to the bedside and gently pinching his chin.
Mr. Dragon was a little surprised, and a faint guess arose in his heart. In the next moment, he felt the ginseng slice in his mouth being taken out, replaced by cool, slightly bitter fruit juice.
It was different from the taste of the Hundred Treasures Fruit from before. This was the fruit of the Blue Star Grass that Mu Wanwan had just spent most of her spiritual energy cultivating.
Wrapped in a translucent fruit skin, as long as a small hole was pierced, the flesh inside would flow out like water. Mr. Dragon was forced to swallow the juice, and immediately felt that this Blue Star Grass fruit contained a great deal of spiritual energy and essence. There was even a trace of strange energy. As soon as it entered his body, it rushed toward the enormous curse, as if intending to perish together with the curse of the abyssal demon, crashing into it and dispersing a sliver of the curse.
Mr. Dragon was shocked. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his understanding of this wife who had married him for luck deepened once again.
It seemed she was not truly so lacking in talent after all.
His divine consciousness unconsciously moved upward and stopped on Mu Wanwan’s face.
His wife was not the kind of beauty whose appearance would stun people at first glance, but she had a pair of clear, beautiful black eyes. Her lips were somewhat pink, her cheeks rather thin, and the tip of her nose was rounded. Her half-damp hair hung beside her face. At this moment, she was lowering her head, earnestly feeding him the fruit. Her expression was focused, quiet like an ink-wash painting.
Mr. Dragon’s heart warmed. Feeling her fingertips wipe the fruit juice from his lips, enjoying her meticulous care, he felt a peace he had never experienced before. He withdrew his divine consciousness and began absorbing the energy with peace of mind, treating the injuries inside his body.
He had to recover quickly and take her away from this place full of hypocrisy and danger.
Ao Qin had not killed him yet for one reason: to preserve face. But the most important reason was because of the treasures in the Dragon Clan’s forbidden land.
The Dragon Clan had been passed down for tens of millions of years. The treasures in the manor’s forbidden land were only the tip of the iceberg. Over the past nearly million years, fewer and fewer people had ascended, making the treasures left behind by those seniors who had once ascended extremely precious.
But these treasures were scattered throughout various forbidden lands, with eighth-rank formations sealing the outer areas. The core treasures, meanwhile, were locked behind tenth-rank formations. Any dragon of third-rank strength or above could freely enter the outer areas of the forbidden land, but only each generation’s leader was qualified to open the core region.
Although Ao Qin had now taken over all the forces once under Mr. Dragon’s control, he did not have Mr. Dragon’s horns. A dragon who could not sever the horns of the previous leader had no qualification to become the new leader.
If Mr. Dragon died and no new leader was born, then according to previous agreements, the forbidden land would open all its barriers. At that time, the entire Dragon Clan would lose its greatest treasure.
So Mr. Dragon knew that he still had some time. He just did not know how long that time would be.
Although he had been severely injured in the last great battle, those people had not gained any advantage either. The demon clan leader had nearly been bitten in half by him and should now also be in seclusion.
Mr. Dragon hoped that man would recover more slowly. Slower still.
Because once Ao Qin reached an agreement with the demon clan, obtained his horns, and gained the forbidden land’s recognition, then he would lose his final support.
Madam would also be dragged down to death simply because she had married him, this cripple.
He absolutely would not allow such a thing.
He had made a mistake and suffered a miserable defeat. Even if he lost his life, he would not regret it.
But she still knew nothing.
She did not know he was awake. She did not know his dark and bloody past. She did not know the heavy shackles on his body. And she did not know just how dangerous it was to have married him.
Mr. Dragon suddenly clenched his fingers tightly, his joints turning white.
How unlucky must she be to have encountered him?
And how selfish must he be to feel that her marrying him was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to him in this life?
As for Mr. Dragon’s complicated feelings and guilt, Mu Wanwan knew nothing at all.
After steadily feeding the dragon, she touched his forehead again. Seeing that it was no longer as hot as before, she finally relaxed and shivered from the cold.
The temperature was not high today, and the wind was very strong. She had also been soaked by the rain, and because she had been worried about Mr. Dragon, she had not bathed in time. Only now did she feel that her whole body was so cold she was trembling slightly.
And she had not eaten lunch either. Right now, she was truly both cold and hungry.
Mu Wanwan rubbed her arms, took out the Spatial pouch, and stuffed it beneath the pillow. Then she took her clothes, held the umbrella, and went to the side hall.
She had to quickly boil some hot water and take a bath. Otherwise, she feared she would catch a cold.
The kitchen and the bathing room were separate. Mu Wanwan began to slightly regret not buying a new umbrella because she had been too stingy. Although her broken umbrella could block light to moderate rain, it truly could not withstand heavy rain like today’s.
By the time she finished boiling water, bathing, and returning to the room, the clothes she had just changed into were already half wet.
Mu Wanwan changed into another set. Looking at the dirty clothes in the basin, her heart felt somewhat stifled. The rain was falling so heavily; who knew when it would stop? Even if she washed the clothes, they probably would not dry. If she had not bought quite a few clothes this time, she might not even have enough to change into.
When Mu Wanwan thought of the things she had bought, she regained a little energy. She took out the Spatial pouch from under the pillow and began taking things out one by one.
The Spatial pouch Uncle Zong gave her was actually not large. The internal space was only about two metres long, wide, and high. But to Mu Wanwan, it was currently the most valuable thing she owned. One had to know that even this kind of storage pouch, with very little space and no ability to preserve warmth or freshness, cost quite a lot of low-grade spirit stones on the market. Moreover, it could only be exchanged for with spirit stones.
Even back when the Mu family had still been flourishing, Father Mu had never bought Bai Shuiyao such a Spatial pouch.
Yet Uncle Zong had directly and generously given it to her. He probably truly wanted to continue cooperating with her.
Mu Wanwan was not stupid. After this trip to the market, combined with Uncle Zong’s reaction and her own extremely high success rate when cultivating seeds, she could more or less guess a thing or two. The original body had also cultivated some plants before, but the results had mostly not been as good as what Mu Wanwan cultivated now. So perhaps after she transmigrated into this book, the change in her soul had also caused some changes in the spiritual energy inside her body.
And they were good changes.
A smile appeared in Mu Wanwan’s eyes. So she did have a golden finger after all! Otherwise, starting the game with one disabled dragon and then having no cheat ability afterward—she might as well pack up and take Mr. Dragon to jump into a river together…
However, if it was a dragon, jumping into a river probably would not kill him anyway.
Mu Wanwan did not know how her thoughts had drifted in that direction. She shook her head, wanting to quickly organise the things, make something to eat, and take a nap.
The method of using the Spatial pouch was also very simple. Back at Uncle Zong’s place, following his instructions, she had imprinted a trace of her spiritual energy onto it. Taking things in and out only required a small amount of spiritual energy.
First were the bulkiest items: the padded mattress and clothes. Mu Wanwan took them out and put them into the wardrobe. Then came the rice and flour for herself, the bones and meat she had spent quite a few silver coins on, along with the eggs and white sugar, which she placed in the basket.
She had also bought two pairs of shoes. Her shoes were completely soaked, and shoes were not expensive either. Two pairs had only cost three silver coins, equivalent to fifteen yuan per pair. It was practically a clearance sale. But the quality was also very average. They were not good shoes, and the surface was completely plain, without even the slightest pattern.
Aside from these things, Mu Wanwan had also bought some lamp oil and lamp wicks. Although her spiritual energy was already strained every day just from cultivating seeds, she still decided to do some needlework at night. No matter what, it could help supplement the household a little. Besides, she also wanted to use some spirit stones herself. Only if her own spiritual energy improved could she have more wood-type spiritual energy to cultivate seeds.
Before, she had not known that her spiritual energy was special, and that was one thing. But now that she knew, improving herself was also a necessary part of raising a dragon. If she could not earn money, then Mr. Dragon’s spirit stones would be even more hopeless.
Mu Wanwan took out the smallest, most important, and most valuable pouch. Inside was the entire fortune of their two-person household: one mid-grade spirit stone, four low-grade spirit stones, three silver coins, and five copper coins.
The silver coins and copper coins were being saved for the next entry fee. She decided to leave one low-grade spirit stone for herself, while the mid-grade spirit stone and the remaining three low-grade spirit stones would all be kept for Mr. Dragon.
After making up her mind, Mu Wanwan took out all the spirit stones.
There was still a great difference between a mid-grade spirit stone and a low-grade spirit stone. Not only was it larger, it was also more transparent. Mu Wanwan held the mid-grade spirit stone filled with spiritual energy up to the light shining in from the window and looked at it. She felt that this spirit stone refracted a brilliant lustre from beginning to end.
In the original body’s memories, the highest-grade spirit stone she had ever seen was a high-grade spirit stone. It was a type of spirit stone that was even more beautiful in both appearance and colour. Mu Wanwan secretly guessed that top-grade spirit stones were probably even prettier—large, and more valuable than diamonds.
Mu Wanwan took a deep breath. She felt that because of the existence of the mid-grade spirit stone, even the air seemed to be filled with dense spiritual energy.
She placed the spirit stones by Mr. Dragon’s ear and said softly, “Mr. Dragon, aren’t I amazing? I earned a lot of spirit stones this time.”
After Mu Wanwan finished speaking, she laughed herself. She was actually asking for credit from an unconscious dragon.
After clearing away some miscellaneous items, she placed the two packets of seeds and the spirit soil Uncle Zong had given her on the table. Then she hung up the embroidery needles, thread, and cloth scraps that had been soaked by the rain earlier, planning to cultivate spiritual plants after waking up.
Perhaps because she had already gone past the point of hunger, she did not really want to eat anything now. Mu Wanwan only felt dizzy, and her body was very cold. Earlier, she had still felt a little hungry, but now she did not want to eat at all.
She was a little worried that she had caught a cold from being rained on, but she also felt that her current body was much better than before and should not be so delicate. Still, propping up her somewhat dizzy head, she exhausted her spiritual energy to grow a Blue Star Grass fruit.
After piercing the fruit skin, Mu Wanwan ate the small fruit as though drinking fruit juice.
So it was actually a little bitter.
Mu Wanwan thought this, feeling that her stomach had become a little more comfortable, though her head was still somewhat dizzy.
Would she feel better after sleeping? She made the bed, closed the door, and took her first afternoon nap since transmigrating into the book.
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Mu Wanwan sank into a dark, heavy sleep, while Mr. Dragon also worked hard to recover. Compared with their peaceful quiet, Ao Qin’s side, which occupied almost the entire manor and forbidden area, was anything but calm.
“Useless!” In the quiet great hall, only Ao Qin’s furious cursing of dragons could be heard. His powerful sixth-rank pressure spread through the hall. The other dragons, who were being scolded by him until they were drenched in abuse, had no choice but to lower their proud heads because of the gap in strength.
“My lord, the demon clan leader is seriously injured, and the witch clan leader’s asking price is too high. Right now, we really aren’t suited to…” An older black dragon had not even finished speaking before Ao Qin slapped him into the wall. He clutched his chest and knelt on the ground, the skin on his old face twitching. Silently wiping away the blood at the corner of his mouth, he stopped speaking.
Ao Qin irritably paced around the hall twice. On his handsome face, the calmness and arrogance Mu Wanwan had seen when she first met him in the ancestral hall were gone. Instead, there was a hint of crazed jealousy and hatred. Even the dragon horns on his forehead were faintly appearing and disappearing, unable to be suppressed.
The reason for his irritation was very simple. He had schemed painstakingly for so long, spending so much time and effort to slowly win over other members of the dragon clan. He had finally waited until His Lordship courted death himself and became gravely injured, nearly dead.
But after Ao Qin accepted all of the tyrant’s forces and prepared to enter the forbidden land to plunder the treasures, he discovered that he did not have the qualifications.
Moreover, he had just received news that the useless old thing from the demon clan had been ambushed by the witch clan leader after the battle ended. One of that damned dragon’s horns had fallen into the hands of the witch clan leader.
Now the demon clan felt they had suffered heavy losses, and the witch clan also wanted benefits. Each one of them was watching him, even wanting to obtain half of the treasures in the forbidden land. They were simply shameless.
Those treasures should have belonged to him, Ao Qin, alone.
Ao Qin took a deep breath. He had suffered losses with both the demon clan and witch clan, and anger burned in his heart. But he still forced himself to calm down and asked, “Uncle Li, how are the younger generation who entered the forbidden land this time for nurturing?”
“My lord, among the ten dragons under fifty years old who entered the forbidden land this time, three broke through to the fourth rank. All of them are from the Azure Dragon clan,” the Azure Dragon called Uncle Li said proudly. “Although the remaining seven did not break through, the spiritual energy in their bodies became much purer.”
“Mm.” Ao Qin nodded. After hearing this news, he was fairly satisfied. This talent among the clan’s younger generation could be considered acceptable. Back then, when he had been fifty, he had only been at the peak of the fourth rank. It was only in the following decades that he had difficulty breaking through to the sixth rank.
Uncle Li had a smile on his face, but the expressions of the other dragons were not very good.
Ever since Ao Qin took over the territory, he had held the right to use the forbidden land in the manor in his own hands. Originally, according to the rules, the immortal pool, which allowed ten people to enter for nurturing and transformation, could only be opened once every ten years. Not only had Ao Qin opened it two years early, he had also given the Azure Dragon clan five slots, using the excuse that the Azure Dragon clan had many descendants.
To hell with having many descendants. The Azure Dragon clan did have a few more members than their Purple Dragon, Black Dragon, White Dragon, and Gold Dragon clans, but even now they only had a few thousand clansmen. On what basis should they monopolise five slots?
But they only dared to think these things in their hearts. The Dragon Clan was no longer the Dragon Clan that had once dominated the entire continent and the abyss. Although they still possessed the largest territory on the continent, their descendants were few, and for some unknown reason, perhaps because of some curse, among dragons above the seventh rank, there had only been Ao Bing, who had died of decline, and the current unconscious Lord.
And His Lordship had once been an orphan dragon. Added to the fact that many dragons had bullied him before he took power, basically no dragons stood on His Lordship’s side. This time, he was seriously injured. Although he had been cursed by an abyssal demon and had lost his tail and dragon horns, if they exhausted all their treasures, perhaps they could still let him recover. Unfortunately, he had always been decisive and ruthless, never giving any dragon benefits, so no dragons supported him.
The moment he was injured, Ao Qin immediately relied on his status as the strongest among the younger generation, with five Azure Dragon elders above the sixth rank supporting him from behind, to directly stuff him with a bride for luck and call it done. All spiritual medicines and fruits were cut off completely, and he joined hands with the highly ambitious Azure Dragon clan to cover the sky with one hand.
As for the other dragons, regarding his actions, they merely felt that their own clans’ interests were threatened. As for what happened to His Lordship, they did not actually care.
Oh, in truth, they did still care a little—as long as he did not die before they obtained his dragon horn.
But their strength was inferior. They could not win in a fight, nor could they out scheme the other side. They also did not want to pay a price to rescue a Lord who might remain disabled for life. In addition, the remaining clans combined did not even have as many people as the Azure Dragon clan alone, so naturally, they could only choose submission.
Ao Qin was not unaware of their little thoughts. As long as his own clan obtained benefits, he did not care what the other clans thought. “Have there been any other matters in the territory recently?”
The close minister of the White Dragon clan was a dragon with the appearance of a youth. Hearing this, he said respectfully, “My lord, the territory has been very peaceful recently. The dwarf clan and the beastmen have been well-behaved and have not caused trouble. As for the human clan, because…”
He paused, then continued, “Because His Lordship was seriously injured earlier, many county officials originally appointed by His Lordship were assassinated. The human clan has fallen into a certain degree of unrest.”
Ao Qin nodded and sneered. “There’s no need to mention the human clan’s matters. Uncle Li, when the time comes, take a few juniors from the clan and go to a few counties to take a look. Suppress things a little. Just don’t let it become serious.”
“They’re nothing but ants anyway. If many die, many more will reproduce. They’re not worth caring about,” Ao Qin instructed.
“Enough. All of you withdraw.” Ao Qin waved his hand. The close ministers exchanged glances, accepted his order, and left.
After leaving the hall, Uncle Li gave the other four close ministers a professional fake smile, his heart filled with disdain. “Everyone, His Lordship has instructed me to handle matters, so I’ll leave first.”
The others returned smiles one after another and waved amicably as they watched Uncle Li leave.
After Uncle Li left, the four of them looked at each other with tacit understanding, then each summoned their spiritual clouds and quickly flew away from the tyrant’s manor.
A short while later, in a private room at Bishui Tower, some thirty to forty kilometres from the tyrant’s manor, the two trusted ministers of the White Dragon and Golden Dragon clans gathered once again.
Bishui Tower was one of the most famous restaurants under Jinjiang Auction House, and it was also one of the restaurants with the best protection of guest privacy. The two dragons were both above fifth rank in strength. After opening a barrier, unless a seventh-rank expert spied on them, no one could hear their conversation.
“Bai Huan, what do you think of Ao Qin as a person?” Jin Yan rested his chin on his hand and raised his eyes to look at the youth in front of him.
Bai Huan looked at him helplessly. “You sent me a voice transmission when you left just so you could discuss Lord Ao Qin’s rights and wrongs with me?”
Jin Yan smiled. “Don’t you find him very unpleasant to look at?”
Bai Huan took a bite of food. “I think he’s alright.”
Jin Yan was choked by his reply. He knew that the White Dragon Clan only had about a hundred members and did not care much about those slots; one slot was already enough for them. So he stopped continuing that topic and only said, “Before we talk business, let’s talk about something amusing. Do you remember that crippled dragon’s bride for warding off bad luck?”
Bai Huan raised his brows noncommittally. “You mean that luck-bringing tool? She’s only a first-rank cultivator. Her father is Mu Shan, right?”
Jin Yan nodded, a smile appearing on his face. “That’s her.”
“My subordinate told me that she recently went twice to the elf market under my name. This time, she even bought quite a few men’s clothes,” Jin Yan said. “That woman is quite interesting. Has she really settled down and decided to take care of that cripple?”
Bai Huan also revealed a faint smile. Because the Gold Dragon Clan and White Dragon Clan did not have many members, he and Jin Yan had grown up together. Back when they had still been weak, the pride they had as dragons made them look down on that orphaned mixed-blood dragon. In the past, they had bullied that cripple quite a lot.
Who would have thought that fortunes would turn? While they were still stuck at the fourth rank, that crippled dragon had already broken through to the seventh rank and even become the leader. At first, they had anxiously thought that the crippled dragon would retaliate against them. In fact, he indeed had retaliated—their tails had been bitten by that crippled dragon, leaving a huge missing chunk. Even after so many years, they still had not fully healed.
The two of them usually did not have very compatible personalities, but when it came to attacking and mocking Mr. Dragon, they were rather in sync.
“And then? Are you planning to make that woman unable to survive?” Bai Huan’s mood also improved a little, and he took a sip of wine.
Jin Yan waved his hand. “Do I look like the kind of dragon who bullies women?”
Hearing this, Bai Huan laughed. “You’re not?”
Jin Yan revealed a roguish smile. “Killing her is not necessary.”
Bai Huan narrowed his eyes. Thinking of something, he said, “I have an idea. Do you want to hear it?”
Jin Yan became interested. “What is it?”
“When I looked at that mixed-blood dragon’s soul lamp tablet in the forbidden land, although it was dim, it would occasionally light up. That means he still occasionally regains consciousness. But a first-rank cultivator is basically only a little stronger than an ordinary mortal, and she has no divine consciousness. She definitely wouldn’t notice.”
“Didn’t you say she bought clothes for that cripple?” Bai Huan curved his lips. “That means she actually treats that cripple rather well. That mixed-blood dragon probably knows it too. Tell me, if we arrange for someone from the Nightmare Demon Clan to give that woman a suggestion and let her enter the mixed-blood dragon’s dream, letting her see how he used to kill people, wouldn’t that be very interesting?”
Jin Yan said, “You might as well directly hypnotise her and make her abuse that crippled dragon.”
Bai Huan shook his head. “That would be boring. It has to happen while he knows about it. Only then will it make him suffer.”
Jin Yan frowned. After a while, he nodded. “That does seem to be the case.”
“His current strength is probably less than one-tenth of what it used to be. Using a Nightmare Demon would be a waste.” Jin Yan smiled. “Just use some third-rank hallucination grass from the elf clan.”
“Exactly.” Bai Huan also smiled. The handsome youth’s smile carried a faintly sinister flavour. “And besides, using a Nightmare Demon would require knowing the mixed-blood dragon’s name. Do you know his name?”
Jin Yan was stumped. He rubbed his chin. “Now that you mention it, I really don’t seem to know his name.”
When they were young, they had called him mixed-blood dragon. Later, when he became the leader, they called him His Lordship, and secretly called him the tyrant. Now that he was crippled, they called him crippled dragon. As for the question of what His Lordship’s actual name was, that really was difficult.
“Stop thinking about it. Did you ask me here just to make trouble for that crippled dragon and play a prank?” Bai Huan changed the topic. The fallen tyrant was now merely amusement for them. Besides, they could not truly do anything to him anyway, since they still needed him alive.
Jin Yan also stopped dwelling on the question and began discussing proper business with Bai Huan.
Half an hour later, the VIP room of Bishui Tower had lost two noble guests of overlord-level status. No one knew what they had talked about today.
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Mu Wanwan did not know that two bad dragons who had bullied Mr. Dragon in the past were plotting to bully him again. She only felt that she had slept very, very deeply. When she woke again, the sky outside was completely dark. The rain still had not stopped, but it had become lighter.
Mu Wanwan felt uncomfortable all over. Not only did her throat hurt badly, but cold sweat covered her forehead, icy and damp. Her hands and feet were numb. She felt that she had probably caught a bit of a cold. Thinking that there were still many things at home left undone and that Mr. Dragon had also gone hungry with her for a whole day, she did not continue lying in bed. Enduring the cold, she got up and made dinner.
That night, she stir-fried some greens for herself and cooked a bowl of sweet porridge for Mr. Dragon. After dinner, however, she did not feel much better from eating. Instead, her head grew hotter and hotter.
As Mu Wanwan washed the dishes, she prayed that she absolutely must not develop a fever. If she fell ill with a fever, the consequences would not be as simple as her suffering alone. Perhaps Mr. Dragon would also lose his spirit stones and his tail would rot again.
In the past, even just cutting her finger and seeing a little blood had hurt that much. His tail had rotted again and again—how much must that hurt?
Mu Wanwan endured her discomfort and cultivated two Blue Star Grass seeds. Only when she truly felt too unwell to continue did she lie back down on the bed.
She thought she had probably been too tired recently and then got rained on, which was why her body suddenly felt unwell. She had originally thought that after resting for a night, she should be fine. But when she woke the next day, her illness had become even worse.
How could she have known that this time, it was not merely a simple cold and fever, but a sign that her body had reached its limit?
Before she transmigrated here, the original owner had already been pushed to her limit by a series of blows. Most of her soul had scattered, and death had only been a matter of time. After Mu Wanwan transmigrated, although the soul stabilised, the exhaustion of the body had not been eased much. Added to the fact that she was constantly worrying about survival, the injuries she had suffered from Ao Qin before had not fully healed, yet she had already begun overdrawing her spiritual energy every day to cultivate plants and earn money. Her body had long been on the verge of collapse.
This time, being caught in the rain and frozen for half a day had caused it all to erupt at once.
If she had not eaten that Blue Star Grass fruit, perhaps she would not even have the faint consciousness she had now.
Mu Wanwan’s whole body was burning hot, yet she felt very cold. She forced her eyes open and raised her weak arm to touch her forehead. It was very hot.
But she felt so cold. Mist gathered in her eyes, and subconsciously, she moved toward Mr. Dragon’s side. Only when she was nearly close to his quilt did she feel slightly more at ease.
“Mr. Dragon, I’m so cold.”
It was said that sick people were more fragile than usual, and Mu Wanwan was the same. This illness was not only a headache; it was more like the exhaustion of a body pushed to its limit.
“Mr. Dragon, I want water.”
Mu Wanwan clearly knew that calling him was useless, but for some unknown reason, she still called him softly a few times, until fatigue swept over her and she fell unconscious again.
So when Mr. Dragon suppressed the curse inside his body, finished reconnecting the meridians in his right arm, and regained consciousness the next evening, then extended his divine consciousness, Mu Wanwan was still lying on the bed, completely motionless.
His divine consciousness did not touch the lively, energetic Mu Wanwan from before. Mr. Dragon felt a little surprised, but very quickly, his surprise was replaced by worry.
She was different from usual. Her face was pale, cold sweat covered her forehead, and she was curled up on one side, as if she was very cold.
Mr. Dragon’s heart instantly clenched. She was ill.
“Cold.” Mu Wanwan felt both hot and cold, her whole body extremely uncomfortable. Her head hurt so much it felt as if it would explode. She could only grit her teeth hard. Her consciousness was muddled, and she did not even know where she was or what she was saying.
Cold?
Was she very cold?
Mr. Dragon’s heart ached. His divine consciousness brushed pityingly over her face. Her lips were already pale, her brows tightly furrowed. Perhaps because of the pain, her eyelashes trembled constantly, one flutter after another, like invisible but sharp knives slowly stabbing into him.
If not for taking care of him, she would not have worked so hard.
He had to do something.
Mr. Dragon’s heart was filled with guilt. He stretched out his right arm, which had only just become able to move, and with the help of his divine consciousness, his long arm struggled out from under his own quilt and slipped into hers.
It was icy cold.
Slowly, Mr. Dragon held her hand. Unlike the warm softness from before, her palm was covered in sweat, damp and cold. Compared with her hand, his own body temperature was so high.
Moreover—
He had heard that dragon blood was very nourishing. Perhaps she could drink a little of his blood?
Although he was a cursed dragon, the blood from his heart was still pure.
Some thoughts gradually formed in his heart, but Mr. Dragon hesitated for a moment.
He could control the concentration of his heart’s blood and only let her drink a little, so she would not notice. But as for keeping warm, would she be willing?
Although she had married him and was his wife, that did not necessarily mean she had been willing.
If he really pulled her into his quilt to warm her, perhaps when she woke, she would cry.
After all, he was very ugly now, and disabled too.
In truth, Mr. Dragon had always felt very inferior. He knew that Mu Wanwan’s kindness to him might only be a kind of pity. But even so, he had no way to stop her from entering his heart bit by bit.
He was like a lowly monster in a dark alley. Having seen just one thread of light, he was already impatient to claim her as his own and mark her with his imprint.
But he was also afraid she would cry. Afraid that once she recovered, she would be unwilling to accept it.
Although they had previously slept under the same quilt, at that time, it had been her own decision. And he had not been thinking of using his body temperature to warm her.
But now it was different…
Mr. Dragon felt that as he held her hand, he was as dark as a fallen dragon. As long as he gently pulled her over, their skin would touch.
Deep down, he really, really wanted to do it. He even shamefully felt his blood boil because of it.
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