Mu Wanwan's words were sincere, and every word seemed reasonable. Bai Shuiyao was a little stunned by what she said. Her tearful eyes widened slightly, as if she was trying to speak.
Mu Wanwan didn't give her a chance to continue to oppose her, "Yaoyao, no matter what you want to do, I will support you, miss, don't worry, with me supporting you in the tyrant's mansion, you will be fine. "
Bai Shuiyao's beautiful cheeks flushed, and her black peach blossom eyes stared at Mu Wanwan, but she couldn't say a word—
She is the foolish older sister who did not know what to do in the past, but now she is even more miserable than she is.
Mu Wanwan struck while the iron was hot, and showed her his hands that were scratched by scales last night, "Yaoyao, I have to take care of that disabled tyrant, you see, my hands are all his blood, and small bug… "
One of the characteristics of Bai Shuiyao in the original book is that she loves cleanliness, and she can't see bugs. Before, she was anxious to convince Mu Wanwan to escape with her, but she didn't notice Mu Wanwan's dirty hands. . She couldn't find a place to vent her anger again, she just glared at Mu Wanwan angrily and left.
There are still tears in Mu Wanwan's eyes, but his heart is very refreshing.
She hates this kind of white lotus with the banner of "for your own good" on the surface, and she doesn't know how to calculate your white lotus. It is estimated that Bai Shuiyao has never been blocked by her usual trick.
After being disturbed by her like this, she couldn't sleep even after a good night's sleep. Mu Wanwan looked at the gradually brightening sky, sighed, washed with water, and changed into the clothes she brought over. After thinking about it, she still held her hand. The last piece of clean handkerchief in the room was changed into a basin of clean water and entered the room.
The curtain was completely opened by her, and as soon as she entered the door, she could see the tyrant lying on the jade bed.
He still maintained the position she gave him last night, with his arms on his side and his docked tail drooping to one side, without moving too much.
Mu Wanwan walked to his side, looked at his dirty black hair pulled together, there was blood under the broken corner, and felt pity in his heart—
The villain who once covered the sky with only one hand is covered in dirt. Judging from his appearance, it is estimated that he has not taken a bath for a long time. Even if his tail is rotten, his body is also very dirty.
Mu Wanwan gently lifted the long broken hair that covered his eyes, carefully avoided his broken corner, and wiped away the dirt on his face with a moist handkerchief, Mr. Long's face It also became clearer.
Mu Wanwan didn't dare to look at his face last night, but after wiping off most of the blood and dirt, he realized that he wasn't as ugly as she imagined—
The thick black eyebrows are slanted into the temples, and the lower eye sockets are slightly deep, and the crow's black eyelashes are long and curled, like two small fans. His face was pale, the bridge of his nose was straight, and the thin lips were pressed tightly, which were dry and cracked, showing the cyan and blood scars that did not match his face.
If it weren't for the black and red lines that almost spread across his face, he should be a handsome dragon.
Just as Mu Wanwan was thinking about it, he saw the lines on Mr. Long's cheeks move suddenly, his hands trembled in fright, and the whole handkerchief slammed into his face all at once.
Mu Wanwan: "..."
She hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and said several times of sorry, and after waiting for a while, she noticed that the tyrant had not woken up, but the lines on his cheeks seemed to be alive, and they would move twice from time to time. , like the withered scales on his body.
With a sigh of relief, Mu Wanwan was relieved that it was a little funny, knowing that he couldn't hear him, but still said softly, "I will wash your face every day in the future... If there is a chance, I will wipe your tail again."
Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long who showed his true face, and felt more sympathetic to him. It turned out that he also had an expression—
His brows were wrinkled, his lips were blue and purple, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his eyelashes were trembling uncomfortably, looking very uncomfortable. Coupled with that rotting tail, he must be in pain, right
Mu Wanwan felt uncomfortable, thinking in her heart to get him some medicine as soon as possible, when she heard a harsh female voice from outside the door, "Ma'am, it's time for breakfast."
Mu Wanwan knew that Fuliu was coming, so he put down the handkerchief in his hand, walked to the door, and met Fuliu's unkind gaze, "You only have a quarter of an hour."
She was carrying a food box in her hand, and when she saw Mu Wan bent out, she handed the food box to her, and it seemed that she was not ready to enter the room.
Mu Wanwan didn't care. She hadn't eaten anything since she walked in. She was very hungry and nodded numbly.
In the morning, there were only steamed buns and a bowl of white porridge, along with a few pickles. This is the standard configuration of the original body in the tyrant's mansion. It is not surprising that Mu Wan bends down, only when she is going to swallow the bowl of very clear porridge. At that time, the tyrant's dry, split lips suddenly appeared in her mind so clearly.
It is written in the book that the tyrant is extremely powerful. He usually eats and wears the best money. He drinks wine made from spirit fruits and eats the flesh of spirit beasts. But now, he has become like this, his clothes There is simply no more, and no one is doing hygiene, let alone eating and drinking.
According to the memory in the original body, the powerhouses above the third-order will not starve to death if they do not eat for a week, and the tyrant, as one of the seventh-order powerhouses who once stood at the top of the continent, even if he was seriously injured, he became a plant dragon. , you won't starve to death if you don't eat.
However, the discomfort should not be less.
It has been six or seven days since the original body married into the tyrant's mansion. In my impression, the tyrant has never eaten anything. Ao Qin took over the power of his subordinates, and he did not send anyone to send some medicines and elixirs. , So, Mr. Long should have been hungry for a long time.
The porridge in front of him was still fragrant, but Mu Wanwan lost his original appetite. She wanted to be heartbroken and finish the porridge by herself, leaving the tyrant to starve.
Although she is now his Chongxi wife in name, but they are just strangers anyway, what he does has nothing to do with her, and the tyrant is now a plant dragon, even if she doesn't take care of her so well, he won't know...
However, if Mu Wanwan really wanted to leave him alone, this bowl of porridge that was supposed to be sweet turned out to be so hard to swallow and tasteless.