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I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Chapter 56
Who would have thought that with the turning of the tides of fate, when they were still stuck in Rank 4, that worthless dragon had already broken through to Rank 7, and even became the leader? Initially, they were very worried that the worthless dragon would wreak vengeance on them, and in fact, he did—a large piece of their tails was missing from being bitten by the worthless dragon and hadn’t completely recovered after so many years.
The two did not usually get along very well but had a great rapport when it came to deriding and laughing at Mister Long.
“And then what, are you planning to make that woman unable to carry on living?” Bai Huan’s mood was somewhat improved, and he took a sip of wine.
Jin Yan waved his hand, “Am I the sort of dragon that bullies women?”
Hearing his words, Bai Huan laughed, “Are you not?”
Jin Yan gave a ruffian smile, “There’s no need to go so far as to drive her to her end.”
Bai Huan squinted, thought of something, and said, “I have an idea, do you want to hear it?”
Jin Yan perked up with interest, “What is it?”
“I saw that mixed-blood’s soul lamp plaque in the forbidden grounds. Although dim, it still lights up occasionally, which means that he regains divine consciousness now and then. However, Rank 1 cultivators are actually just a little stronger than mortals and do not have divine consciousness, so there’s no way she can detect it.
“Didn’t you say she bought clothes for that worthless thing?” Bai Huan’s lips curled. “That means that she is actually pretty good to that trash, and that mixed-blood is probably also aware of it. Say, if we arrange for someone from the Dream Demon Clan to give that woman a hint, and let her enter that mixed-blood’s dreamscape to see how he used to kill others, wouldn’t that be interesting?”
Jin Yan said, “You might as well just hypnotize her and make her abuse that worthless dragon.”
Bai Huan shook his head. “That would be boring. It must happen in circumstances that he’s aware of, only then would he suffer.”
Jin Yan frowned, then nodded after some time. “It seems like you’re right.”
“He probably has less than 10% of his previous strength now, using Dream Demons would be a waste.” Jin Yan smiled, “Just using some of the elves’ Grade 3 hallucinogenic grass would do.”
“That’s right.” Bai Huan also smiled. The handsome youth’s smile made him look somewhat evil. “Besides, we have to know that mixed-blood’s name to use Dream Demons—do you know his name?”
Jin Yan was stumped; he rubbed his chin and said, “Now that you mention it, I really don’t know what it is.”
When they were young, they called him ‘mixed-blood’. Later, when he became the leader, they addressed him as their sovereign, but secretly called him ‘tyrant’. Now that he was wasted, they called him the ‘worthless dragon’. As to what his name was, it truly was a difficult question.
“Stop thinking about that, did you really look for me just to prank that worthless thing?” Bai Huan changed the topic. The down and out tyrant was now merely something for their entertainment. Besides, they couldn’t actually do anything to him— after all, they still needed him to be alive for now.
Jin Yan also didn’t continue dwelling on it and got down to business with Bai Huan.
Half an hour later, Bishui Inn’s VIP room was emptied of the two overlord-level distinguished guests; no one knew what they’d spoken about today.
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Mu Wanwan didn’t know that two bad dragons who previously bullied Mister Long were planning to bully him again. She only felt that she had an extremely deep sleep, and by the time she woke up, it was already dark outside. The rain hadn’t stopped, but it was a little lighter.
Mu Wanwan was uncomfortable all over. Not only did her throat hurt, but her forehead was also covered with cold sweat, making it feel chilly, and her hands and feet were numb. She thought she probably caught a cold, but when she thought of the heaps of things that were still undone, and how Mister Long had gone hungry for the entire day along with her, she stopped lying in bed and got up in the cold to make dinner.
She stir-fried some vegetables for herself and made a bowl of sweet congee for Mister Long. After dinner, she didn’t feel any better from having had dinner. On the contrary, her head was getting hotter and hotter.
While washing the dishes, Mu Wanwan prayed she would not get a fever. If she fell ill with a fever, the consequences would not be as simple as her suffering—perhaps Mister Long’s tail would also rot again because of the loss of spirit stones.
In the past, when she cut her finger, there was only a little blood and it had already hurt so much. How painful must it be for him with the repeated rotting of his tail?
Mu Wanwan bore the discomfort and cultivated two Bixing grass seeds. Only when she really couldn’t bear it any longer did she return to the bed to lie down.
She thought it might be because she had worn herself out recently and gotten drenched in the rain today that she was suddenly unwell. She initially thought she would be fine after a night’s rest, but when she woke up the next day, she found her condition had gotten even worse.
How could she have known that this was not just a simple cold or fever, but rather, a manifestation of her body reaching its limits.