I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

ter Long was conscious or not.
Along with the strange occurrences in the previous two nights, if he was able to wake up, she guessed that it would probably happen at night.

There was a dull pain in her heart.
She didn’t know if it was because he didn’t tell her when he woke up, or because of the fact that she was not important to Mister Long.

Mu Wanwan was a little angry, and even wanted to pour a bucket of cold water on the dragon to wake him up.

However, she didn’t do it in the end.
She went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and boiled hot water while she was at it, then went back to the room to help Mister Long wash up.

He looked the same as the comatose dragon in her memory, except that his lips were not as dry and cracked as the first time she saw him, and his bruises have subsided a little.
His broken horns were still hideous, and his handsome face was still deathly pale.

Mengmeng was worn out from jumping and was lying beside Mister Long’s furry ear.
When it saw Mu Wanwan come in, it chirped in welcome.

Mu Wanwan proceeded to wipe Mister Long’s face with a damp handkerchief as usual.
When her fingers touched his soft cheek through the handkerchief, the jade bangle on her wrist gleamed dazzlingly, and she suddenly stopped.

Removing the handkerchief, Mu Wanwan looked at Mister Long’s devilish face, and for the first time, clearly realised——

The dragon lying on the bed was her husband in name.

And the bangle on her wrist was a gift from her husband.

There was suddenly a strange feeling in her heart that she didn’t know how to describe.
Mu Wanwan wanted to say something, but it got stuck in her throat.
She was disappointed, sad, expectant, and fearful, and she simply couldn’t stay in the room for a second more.

Mengmeng sensed her strange mood and pecked Mister Long’s furry ear for her as if helping her to vent her frustrations.
It only caused a few strands of fur to fall out after biting down ruthlessly a few times.

“Alright, Mengmeng.” Mu Wanwan didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry at the sight.
It was only when she spoke did she realise that her voice was a little hoarse.

Feeling a little pathetic, she carried the feathery chirp and took the spiritual seeds.
Glancing at the intermittent sunshine outside, she decided that even if it was cold today, she would still work outside.

……

Holding the elixir recipe in her hands, Mu Wanwan spaced out for a while before pushing Mister Long out of her head.

After some thought, she decided to try refining Condensed Snow Pills first.
After all, price-wise, Condensed Snow Pills would fetch a bit more than Spirit Returning Pills.

She wanted to give it a try, and if she could refine it, she would spend her time refining Condensed Snow Pills first.
If she failed, then she would try to refine Spirit Returning Pills.

Chimebell grass and Qingyu flowers were a must, as well as the Grade 2 spiritual plant, Condensed Snow.

Chimebell grass was a light purple plant that looked like a bell.
It wasn’t a large plant, but it wasn’t an easy one to cultivate—it would take about the same amount of spiritual energy used to bring a Grade 1 Bixing grass to full maturity.
However, she would need at least three stalks of Chimebell grass to refine just one Condensed Snow pill.

The difficulty of cultivating Qingyu flowers was about the same as that of Chimebell grass.
Although there was some level of difficulty, Mu Wanwan managed to finish cultivating the three stalks of Chimebell grass and five Qingyu flowers that were needed for one Condensed Snow Pill in about two hours.