In the end, Mu Wanwan still couldn't swallow the porridge alone. She took the spoon, walked to the bed, filled a spoonful of clear porridge, and tentatively fed it into the tyrant's mouth.
Only his lips were pressed tightly because of the pain, Mu Wanwan tried several times, but he couldn't feed it.
She thought for a while, then said in a low voice, "Offended."
He grabbed a certain dragon's jaw with one hand, forcing him to open his mouth and feed the cold porridge.
I don't know if I was too hungry. Although he was seriously injured and disabled, the tyrant's body's thirst for food was still there. After the porridge was poured in, Mu Wanwan saw him instinctively swallow it.
There was a hint of joy in his brows, if he could swallow on his own, it would really save her too much trouble.
It's just, maybe because she accidentally fed her a little too fast, some soup snaked down the corners of his lips, and there was a shimmering light, just... It felt weird.
Mu Wanwan's face was a little red, and he reached out and wiped the water from the corner of his mouth as if covering his ears and stealing a bell. Just as he was about to finish feeding the remaining half bowl of porridge, he heard Fu Liu's bad voice from outside the door, "Madam, are you okay?"
Mu Wanwan thought for a while, and poured the porridge into the porcelain bowl on the table. Before going out, he couldn't help but glance at Mr. Long who was lying on the bed, and said softly, "I'll be back soon."
She closed the door and followed Fuliu out of the yard. The air was much fresher, but Mu Wanwan's heart was not at ease when she was by the tyrant's side.
Beside him, although the eyes and nose are a little uncomfortable, but once you get used to it, it will be fine.
Although the dragon with broken horns and tail is ugly, at least it won't hurt her, nor will it disgust her like Bai Shuiyao. With Mr. Long, there is no worry that he may be killed at any time.
"It's here." Fu Liu opened the door of the ancestral hall, "Madam, today is the last day."
Mu Wanwan nodded and knelt in front of a group of golden tablets under her indifferent gaze.
Her knees were a little swollen, and she knelt on the smooth and cold ground, with a needle-like sting, Mu Wanwan gasped in pain.
"Kneel well." Fuliu threw off these words, and walked away with the food box. Mu Wanwan quietly changed into a more comfortable posture, and looked up at the golden tablets that he had taken with him.
These tablets were different from what she saw on TV and in real life. The whole body was covered with golden light, and a hazy white light shrouded the outside, like a protective cover, which tightly protected these tablets.
The tablet is engraved with the words of this world. Because of the memory of the original body, Mu Wanwan can read the words on it—
"The first leader, the Golden Dragon Clan Long Ying..."
"The first leader, Qinglong Clan Ao Ming..."
From high to low, there are a total of eleven tablets, the golden dragon, the blue dragon, the red dragon, the black dragon, and the white dragon. Each clan has someone to become the leader. The eleventh leader is also the leader before the tyrant, which is Ao Bing of the Qinglong tribe.
Ao Bing, Ao Qin...
They are father and son, but now the leader of the tyrant is Mr. Long.
Mu Wanwan Xieyi noticed that something was not right, and suddenly flashed in his mind a paragraph describing the friendship between the tyrant and Ao Qin—
"When he was young, the five-clawed, black-and-white and gold-spotted deformed dragon has now become the first dragon of the dragon race to break through the seventh rank. According to the rules, as long as he can break the dragon's horns of the previous leader, he can become the new leader.
This leader, Ao Bing, is already very old. He was seriously injured in the battle with the leader of the Wu clan a few days ago. Once he loses his horn, he is bound to decay and die quickly. But even so, the tyrant still showed no mercy. When he squeezed the bloody broken corner with blood in his hands and smiled against the terrified faces of countless dragon races, it was Ao Qin who took a step forward and said congratulations first. "
Mu Wanwan didn't feel anything when he saw it at the time, but now, kneeling in the icy ancestral hall, looking at Ao Bing's tablet, and then connecting with Mr. Long's miserable appearance of being left in the bedroom after his defeat, he felt as if he touch some truth.
"Madam seems to be taking it seriously?" A somewhat icy voice suddenly came from behind, Mu Wanwan was taken aback, looked back in a conditioned reflex, and met Ao Qin's handsome smiling face.
"I… "
There was a strong pressure in the air at some point, Mu Wanwan's forehead slid down in cold sweat, and he was suppressed and speechless.
Ao Qin followed her previous gaze, glanced at Ao Bing's tablet indifferently, then turned his eyes away carelessly, stretched out his white and slender palm, and pressed it lightly on her shoulder, he smiled kindly. , but made Mu Wanwan feel cold all over her body, "What is Madam guessing?"
When did Mu Wanwan endure such pressure, he only felt stuffy in his chest, but when he regained his senses, his mouth was full of fishy sweetness.
"Madam is very sorry." Ao Qin lazily withdrew his coercion, "I just entered the sixth rank, and my grasp of spiritual power is not very accurate."
Mu Wanwan's throat was full of the smell of blood, and she was so nervous that she could barely speak—
For the first time, she clearly realized the danger of this world, and she was so weak.
"I overstepped," Ao Qin withdrew his hand and rolled his eyes, "Don't be nervous, Madam, I won't do anything to you."
"From tomorrow onwards, Madam won't have to kneel at the ancestral hall every day." Ao Qin said in a low voice, seeming to be respectful, "Please take good care of Your Majesty."
Mu Wanwan's face was pale, and when he saw Ao Qin finished speaking, he was about to leave. Thinking of a certain dragon's tragic wound, he gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Ao Qin."
Ao Qin stopped and looked suspiciously at this Chongxi prop that was no different from an ant in his eyes.
"Can you..." Mu Wanwan gritted his teeth, "give me some medicine, your majesty's injury..."
"Is there no elixir yet, Your Majesty?" Ao Qin narrowed his eyes and seemed to be very annoyed and surprised by this matter. "Madam, please rest assured, I will definitely not watch those servants treat Junshang like this."
"The elixir will be delivered to you soon." Ao Qin smiled, "How can I say that, Your Majesty is also my friend, and I won't let these servants bully him."
Mu Wanwan thought that if I believed in you, there was a ghost, but there was still a happy smile on his face, and he thanked him several times in his mocking eyes.