There were some messy footsteps in the yard, Mr. Long endured the pain of gouging out his bones and maintained his sanity.
He wanted to see how Mu Wanwan despised him, so that he would have reason to attribute all the goodness she had treated to him a few days ago to her ulterior motives. In this way, he would be able to treat this Mrs. Chongxi these days. The faint shadow engraved on his heart was completely removed without pain.
Instead of being ridiculous, in the days when she disliked her, she thought about the kindness she had been to herself day after day, like a deep boudoir resenting a dragon, secretly releasing her divine sense to pray every day.
Mr. Long laboriously pulled out a touch of his consciousness, leaned out of the room, and clinging to the corner of Mu Wanwan's clothes. He was weak, and he didn't want to see the disgusting eyes she would show later.
Mu Wanwan couldn't detect the existence of divine consciousness. She saw that the door of the room was well closed, and there were no messy footprints on the ground in the yard. The unpleasant smell became more and more obvious.
She was worried about Mr. Long in her heart, and opened the door with a "clatter". In an instant, a strong rancid smell rushed to her face, and she couldn't help but take two steps back—
How is this going? Why does the house smell so bad? She remembered that when she left in the morning, it was still fine.
But she only took two steps back, and Mr. Long's fragile heart could hardly bear it.
Yes, he doesn't actually have any qualifications to ask how affectionate this lady of Chong Xilai is to him. After all, they are only in name only, not to mention that he can't give her anything, but he has troubled others to take care of him for a long time.
Even if she hates him now, he has no reason to hate her.
Mr. Long pursed his lips tightly and slowly withdrew his consciousness.
He suddenly didn't want to look at it, didn't want to see the way she hated him. After all, she didn't know he was awake at all, all this was just his wishful thinking.
Mu Wanwan didn't know that she just couldn't help being smoked and took two steps back, so Mr. Long's progress bar jumped forward a lot. The child saw clearly the room that became much brighter, and at a glance, he saw Mr. Long who was lying on the bed.
The quilt on his body didn't move, and no one should come over.
Fortunately, Mr. Long was not bullied.
Mu Wanwan thought, endured the unpleasant smell in the air, and walked quickly to the bed—
On the jade bed, her quilt was neatly folded aside, while the bed belonging to Mr. Long seemed to be soaked by something, showing a dark color that did not match the bright red.
The smell of carrion on the tip of her nose became stronger and stronger. She looked at Mr. Long's pale and sinister cheeks and tightly pursed lips, and a thought gradually emerged in her heart. Without any hesitation, Mu Wanwan reached out and lifted the lid on Mr. Long's body. Big red happy quilt.
Her movements were actually very light, but it made a certain dragon feel cold all over, as if he was on the edge of a cliff—
very soon.
When she lifts the quilt and sees his rotten tail, the heavenly days he has enjoyed since he was born will come to an end.
But he couldn't help but look forward to it, if she didn't dislike it, if she didn't...
No, no, no one will really treat him. Didn't he come here alone for more than a hundred years? The only one who paid some sincere "good brothers" and stabbed him fiercely...
Don't open it!
don't look...
Please…
Mr. Long's fingertips couldn't stop shaking, and the moment his skin touched the air, blood flowed back.
And Mu Wanwan saw the tragic state of Mr. Long at the moment when the quilt was lifted—
The long tail of the dragon started to crack from the place where she applied the medicine last time, and some of the scales turned from withered yellow to an almost thick black color and fell off. .
Mu Wanwan looked at his unhappy ending when she first saw him with her, only felt dizzy for a while, and his mood was very complicated for a moment, not because he was blaming him for soiling the quilt and bed, but just for Mr. Long I have a deeper understanding of the injury, and at the same time I feel extremely sad.
Why did she just go out for less than half a day, and this person became like this.
Obviously when she changed her dressing yesterday, Mr. Long's tail was much better...
Looking at the blood-stained mattress and quilt, Mu Wanwan suddenly felt very powerless. She stood at the head of Mr. Long's bed, and for the first time, her eyes were red with embarrassment—
Before crossing, she was just an ordinary office worker. She had neither medical knowledge nor amazing beauty. Even in that huge and lonely world, she was always alone and alone.
But after wearing the book, although life is very difficult and there are many crises, but because of Mr. Long's existence, she feels that she is also being relied on, and she feels that she can also become extremely tough and strong for others.
Although it was only a few days, her thoughts towards Mr. Long from the beginning were simply wanting to save his life after he wakes up, and now she has a touch of sympathy for relying on each other.
But now, she didn't take good care of him.
Mu Wanwan felt a little breathless, and the world in front of her was a little blurry. She humiliatedly reached out and wiped away the tears that she didn't know when, and stood there almost helplessly—
You have to think of a solution quickly, you need to think of a solution quickly.
Are you still applying the medicine like last time? Or is it really wrong that she did that last time? Countless ideas were crowded into Mu Wanwan's head, making her unable to react at all.
The room gradually quieted down, and Mr. Long's heart beat faster and faster, but he neither heard her hateful scolding, nor her collapsed cry, or even the sound of her running away.
How did she react? Was it frightened by him
Mr. Long still couldn't hold back, and quietly poked out a trace of divine sense, but that divine sense seemed to get lost the moment he saw Mu Wanwan's expression clearly, and stayed in place dumbfounded.
she cried.
She actually cried, how could she cry.
Will you cry for him
She was neither bored nor disgusted.
Mr. Long couldn't explain his feelings for a while. It was different from what he expected, and it was different from what he had simulated.
The base of his ears was blushing shamelessly, and Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled. He actually felt that his tail, which had rotted again because of the curse, didn't hurt so much.
After the plot in Mr. Long's mind advanced for nearly a hundred chapters, Wanwan finally calmed down. She now regrets not carefully remembering every word of the book.
If she looked carefully, she might be able to find a way to treat Mr. Long's tail. The book said that Mr. Long was seriously injured because he fought with other clan leaders. She didn't know the reason at all, and she couldn't take Mr. Long. Going out to see the doctor, all she can do is get him some food and occasionally feed him some spiritual stones...
Wait, Lingshi.
A thought flashed through his mind like lightning and flint, Mu Wanwan hurriedly put all the spiritual stones in his pocket in Mr. Long's ear, and at the same time blamed himself even more—
How could she forget that Mr. Long is a dragon of cultivation. His injuries cannot be cured simply by applying ointment. Eighty percent of them require a lot of spiritual energy.
Moreover, looking at Mr. Long's long-term coma, the plant dragon's state, 80% of the meridians are also seriously damaged, and there is definitely no way to directly absorb the thin aura between the heaven and the earth. Using spiritual power to repair the meridians, I am afraid that it will be difficult to live.
Mu Wanwan raised his sleeves and wiped away his tears. He didn't dislike the unpleasant smell in the room. He sat beside the bed and stared at the spirit stone placed in Mr. Long's ear, hoping this method would work.
I don't know if prayer is useful or not, but the few spiritual stones seem to be really in Mu Wanwan's sight, fade a little bit, turn into a dense spiritual energy, and enter Mr. Long's body.
The author has something to say: Hahaha today I suddenly thought of a funny idiom explanation, welcome the little angels to add-
Deep boudoir and resentment of dragon: refers to Mr. Long who lives alone in the cold palace after being abandoned by Wanwan. Refers to a miserable way of life of the dragon race.
Shameless Dragon: When Mr. Zhilong found out that Wanwan was crying for himself, his first reaction turned out to be a shameless expression of joy and shyness. A derogatory term, which is often used in the dragon tribe to criticize a dragon for being shameless.