He was clearly feeling very uncomfortable, but she still touched his forehead.

Her cold palms carried some of the chill from the rain, and the moist touch lowered the temperature on his forehead, making Mr. Long feel much more comfortable. However, the delicate skin slowly slid across his forehead, causing him to feel a shudder he had never experienced before.

Mr. Long clenched his fingers tightly under the quilt, and his knuckles turned white.

But soon, Mu Wanwan's slightly cold hands were warmed by his forehead, and the cooling effect was lost.

He must have a fever.

Mu Wanwan was very worried and took a look at Mr. Long.

Normally, his face was covered with black and red lines, but his complexion was still very pale. But today, in addition to the area covered by the lines, his face and ears were also red.

"Why is he feverish?" Mu Wanwan didn't care about anything else. She quickly got some water to soak a towel, squeezed it dry, and put it on Mr. Long's forehead to cool him down.

After doing these actions, she was still not at ease and lifted the quilt to take a look at Mr. Long's tail. It was not rotten.

It shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Mu Wanwan frowned, still a little worried. She originally wanted to heat some water for a bath, but now Mr. Long seemed to have a fever, so she had to sit quietly by the bed, thinking about the plan for the next few days, her eyes unconsciously looking at the door. Mr.

Long gradually calmed down because of the cold towel on his forehead, but his ears were still a little hot. He carefully extended a trace of consciousness, which slowly spread out from the bright red wedding quilt.

She should have changed her clothes by now, so it should be okay for him to extend his consciousness now?

Mr. Long couldn't explain the feeling in his heart. When his consciousness slowly stuck to Mu Wanwan's sleeve, he breathed a sigh of relief with a little loss.

Mu Wanwan sat for a while, then changed the handkerchief on Mr. Long's forehead. When he looked at him again, the redness on his face had mostly faded. He touched his forehead and it was not as hot as before.

What is this?

Alright?

So soon?

Mu Wanwan still did not dare to leave. After thinking for a while, he walked to the pots of green star grass placed by the window, picked a seedling that was growing well, guided the spiritual power in his body, and his fingertips emitted a moist green light, transferring the wood spiritual power into it without reservation. Soon, the green star grass gradually matured, and the two green buds grew rapidly, supporting the translucent fruit in the middle, which grew bigger little by little.

This time, Mu Wanwan did not withdraw her spiritual power immediately after seeing the fruit of the Green Star Grass ripen. Instead, she transferred half of her original force, and the fruit became more and more beautiful.

When she felt a little dizzy, she stopped her hand, carefully picked the fruit, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she didn't know why Mr. Long had a short fever, she guessed that it might be because he was too short of spiritual power, or his wound was hidden in a place she couldn't see.

This fruit of the Green Star Grass used 80% of her spiritual power, and the fruit was much larger than other Green Star Grass fruits. Mu Wanwan even felt that this fruit might have entered the second stage.

She washed the fruit and wiped off the water droplets on it before walking to the bedside and gently pinching his chin.

Mr. Long was a little surprised and had a vague guess in his heart. The next moment, he felt that the ginseng slices in his mouth were taken out by her and replaced by cool and slightly bitter juice.

It tasted different from the previous Baizhen Fruit. It was the fruit of the Green Star Grass that Mu Wanwan had just spent most of her spiritual power to cultivate.

It was wrapped in the translucent peel. As long as a small hole was poked, the flesh inside would flow out like water. Mr. Long was forced to swallow the juice, and he felt that this Green Star Grass fruit contained a lot of spiritual power and essence. There was even a trace of strange energy, which, once entering his body, rushed towards the huge curse, as if it wanted to perish together with the curse of the abyss monster, and broke a trace of the curse.

Mr. Long was surprised, his eyelashes trembled, and he had a new understanding of this lady who came for the surprise.

She didn't seem to be so low-born.

His consciousness could not help but move up slowly and stayed on Mu Wanwan's face.

His wife was not the kind of beauty that would strike you as stunning at first glance, but she had a pair of clear, beautiful dark eyes, a slightly pink mouth, thin cheeks, a round nose, and half-wet hair hanging down on the side of her face. She was now lowering her head, feeding him fruit seriously, with a focused expression, as quiet as an ink painting.

Mr. Long's heart was burning, feeling her fingertips wiping the juice off his lips, enjoying her meticulous care, and feeling unprecedented peace. He withdrew his consciousness and began to absorb energy and heal the injuries in his body with peace of mind.

He wanted to get well soon and take her away from this place full of hypocrisy and danger.

Now Ao Qin didn't kill him, one reason was for face, and the most important reason was because of the treasures in the dragon clan's forbidden land.

The dragon clan has been passed down for tens of millions of years, and the treasures in the palace's forbidden land are just the tip of the iceberg. In the past million years, fewer and fewer people have ascended, and the treasures left by those predecessors who have ascended are very precious.

But all these treasures are scattered in various forbidden areas, and the outer perimeter is blocked by an eight-level magic formation, and the core treasures are locked with a ten-level magic formation. As long as the dragon clan reaches the third level of strength, they can freely enter the outer perimeter of the forbidden area, but only each leader is qualified to open the core area.

Although Ao Qin has taken over all the power in his hands now, without his horn, the dragon that cannot cut off the horn of the previous leader is not qualified to become the new leader.

If he dies and no new leader is born, according to the previous agreement, the forbidden land will open all the barriers, and then the entire dragon clan will lose its greatest treasure.

So Mr. Long knows that he still has some time, but he doesn't know how long it will be.

Although he was seriously injured in the last battle, those people didn't get the upper hand, and the leader of the demon clan was almost bitten in half by him, and he should be in seclusion now.

Mr. Long hopes that his recovery time will be slower and slower.

Because once Ao Qin reaches an agreement with the demon clan, gets his horn, and obtains the recognition of the forbidden land, then he will lose his last support.

His wife would also be dragged to death by marrying a cripple like him.

He would never allow such a thing.

He made a mistake, suffered a terrible defeat, and would not regret it even if he lost his life.

However, she still knew nothing. She

didn't know that he was awake, didn't know his dark and bloody past, didn't know the heavy shackles on him, and didn't know how dangerous it was for her to marry him.

Mr. Long suddenly clenched his fingers, and his knuckles turned white.

How unlucky she was to have met herself.

How cruel he was to think that her marrying him was the luckiest thing in his life.

——Mu Wanwan knew nothing about the complexity and guilt in Mr. Long's heart.

She fed Long calmly and touched his forehead. She found that it was not as hot as before, so she felt relieved and shivered with cold.

The temperature was not high today, but the wind was very strong. She was also caught in the rain. Because she was worried about Mr. Long and did not take a shower in time, she now felt a little cold all over.

Moreover, she did not have lunch at noon, so she was starving and cold now.

Mu Wanwan rubbed her arms, took out the Qiankun bag and stuffed it under the pillow, then she took her clothes and held an umbrella to the side hall.

She had to quickly boil some hot water for a bath, or she might catch a cold.

The kitchen and the bathroom were separate. Mu Wanwan began to feel a little regretful that she had not bought a new umbrella because of the door jam. Although her broken umbrella could block light and medium rain, it could not block heavy rain like today.

When she boiled some water and took a bath, and returned to the room, her new clothes were half wet.

Mu Wanwan changed into another set of clothes, and felt a little depressed when she looked at the dirty clothes in the basin. The rain was so heavy, and she didn't know when it would stop. She probably wouldn't be able to dry the clothes after washing them. If she hadn't bought a lot of clothes this time, she might not have enough clothes to change.

Mu Wanwan thought about the things she bought and became more energetic. She took out the Qiankun bag placed under the pillow and started taking things out one by one. The

Qiankun bag that her uncle gave her was actually not very big. The length, width and height of the internal space were only about two meters. But for Mu Wanwan, it was the most valuable thing she had on her. You know, even a storage bag with a small storage space and no heat preservation function would cost a lot of low-grade spirit stones in the market, and it could only be exchanged with spirit stones.

Even when the Mu family was still prosperous, Mu's father did not buy such a Qiankun bag for Bai Shuiyao.

But her uncle gave it to her directly and generously. I guess he really wanted to continue cooperating with her.

Mu Wanwan is not stupid. After the market, she was able to guess something based on her uncle's reaction and her previous high success rate in seed cultivation. Her original body had cultivated some plants before, but the results were not as good as hers. So it may be that after she traveled through the book, the changes in her soul caused some changes in the spiritual power in her body.

And they are good changes.

Mu Wanwan smiled, so she still has the golden finger! Otherwise, if she started with a disabled dragon and didn't have the golden finger later, she might as well pack up and jump into the river with Mr. Long...

But if it was a dragon, it wouldn't die if it jumped into the river.

Mu Wanwan didn't know how her thoughts turned to this. She shook her head and wanted to quickly organize her things, get some food, and take a nap.

The method of using the Qiankun bag was also very simple. At that time, she followed the instructions of the clan uncle and imprinted a trace of her spiritual power on it. It only took a little spiritual power to use it.

First, Mu Wanwan took out the largest quilt and clothes and put them in the cabinet. Then she put the rice and flour she ate and the bones and meat she bought with a lot of silver coins in the backpack together with the chicken egg white candy.

She also bought two pairs of shoes. Her shoes were soaked, and the shoes were not expensive. She only spent three silver coins on two pairs, which was equivalent to fifteen yuan per pair. It was really a big sale. However, the quality was also average. They were not good shoes. They were also bare and had no patterns at all.

In addition to these things, Mu Wanwan also bought some lamp oil and wicks. Although her daily spiritual power was enough to cultivate seeds, she still decided to do some needlework at night, which could at least help supplement the family expenses. She also wanted to use some spiritual stones. Only when her spiritual power was improved could she have more wood spiritual power to cultivate seeds. It

was fine that she didn't know that her spiritual power was special before, but now that she knew, improving herself was also a necessary part of raising dragons. If she couldn't make money, then Mr. Long's spiritual stones would be even more impossible to count on.

Mu Wanwan took out the most important and valuable small bag, which contained all their property, one medium-grade spirit stone, four low-grade spirit stones, three silver coins and five copper plates.

The silver coins and copper plates were prepared as the entrance fee, and she decided to keep one low-grade spirit stone for herself, and the medium-grade spirit stone and the remaining three for Mr. Long. Having

made up her mind, Mu Wanwan took out all the spirit stones.

There is a big difference between the middle-grade and low-grade spirit stones. Not only are they bigger, but they are also more transparent. Mu Wanwan held the middle-grade spirit stone filled with spiritual power and looked at the light coming in from the window. He felt that this spirit stone was reflecting brilliant light from beginning to end.

In the memory of the original body, the highest-grade spirit stone he had ever seen was the top-grade spirit stone, which was a spirit stone that looked better in both appearance and color. Mu Wanwan secretly guessed that the top-grade spirit stone was probably better looking, bigger, and more valuable than diamonds.

Mu Wanwan took a deep breath and felt that because of the existence of the middle-grade spirit stone, it seemed that the air was filled with rich spiritual energy.

She placed a few spirit stones next to Mr. Long's ears and whispered, "Mr. Long, am I amazing? I earned a lot of spirit stones this time."

Mu Wanwan laughed after she finished speaking. She actually wanted to take credit from an unconscious dragon.

After cleaning up some debris, she put two bags of seeds and the spirit soil given by her uncle on the table, and hung up the embroidery needles and cloth that had been soaked before, preparing to cultivate spirit plants after waking up.

She didn't know if she was too hungry, but now she didn't feel like eating. Mu Wanwan just felt dizzy and cold. She felt a little hungry at first, but now she didn't want to eat anything.

She was a little worried that she had caught a cold because of the rain, but she also felt that her body was much better now and she shouldn't be so weak. However, she still supported her dizzy head and used up all her spiritual power to give birth to a green star grass fruit.

After piercing the peel, Mu Wanwan ate the small fruit as if she was sucking juice.

It turned out to be a little bitter.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and felt a little better in her stomach, but she was still a little dizzy.

Will it be okay to take a nap? She made the bed, closed the door, and took her first nap since she transmigrated into the book.

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Mu Wanwan fell into a dark dream, and Mr. Long was also trying to recover. Compared with their peaceful and quiet life, Ao Qin, who occupied almost the entire mansion and the forbidden area, was very restless.

"Waste!" The only sound in the quiet hall was Ao Qin's angry scolding of dragons. His powerful sixth-level pressure spread, and the other dragons in the hall who were scolded by him and were about to die had to lower their proud heads because of the difference in strength.

"Sir, the leader of the demon tribe is seriously injured, and the leader of the witch tribe is asking for too much. We are really not suitable now..." Before an older black dragon could finish his words, Ao Qin slapped him against the wall. He knelt on the ground, holding his chest. His old face twitched, and he silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stopped talking.

Ao Qin walked around the hall twice in a irritable manner. His handsome face no longer had the indifference and arrogance that Mu Wanwan had when they first met in the ancestral hall. Instead, there was a trace of crazy jealousy, and even the dragon horns on his forehead could not help but appear.

The reason for his irritability was very simple. He had spent so much time and effort to gradually entangle the dragon tribe that he had left, and finally waited until the king was seriously injured and dying.

As a result, when he accepted all the power of the tyrant and prepared to enter the forbidden area to plunder treasures, he found that he was not qualified.

Moreover, he just got the news that the useless old thing of the demon clan was ambushed by the leader of the witch clan after the battle, and one of the horns of the damn dragon fell into the hands of the witch clan leader.

Now the demon clan feels that they have suffered heavy losses, and the witch clan also wants to gain benefits. They are all eyeing him, and even want to get half of the treasures in the forbidden area. It is simply shameless.

Those treasures should have belonged to him, Ao Qin, alone.

Ao Qin took a deep breath. He was furious after suffering a loss at the hands of the demon and witch tribes, but he forced himself to calm down and asked, "Uncle Li, how are the younger generations who entered the forbidden area for recuperation?"

"Sir, among the ten dragons under the age of fifty who entered the forbidden area this time, three have broken through to the fourth level. They are all from the Azure Dragon tribe." The Azure Dragon, who was called Uncle Li, said proudly, "Although the remaining seven did not break through, the spiritual power in their bodies has become much more refined."

"Yeah." Ao Qin nodded. He was quite satisfied after hearing the news. The talent of the younger generation in the tribe was acceptable. When he was fifty years old, he was only at the peak of the fourth level. It took him several decades to break through to the sixth level with great difficulty.

Uncle Li had a smile on his face, but the other dragons didn't look so good.

Ever since Ao Qin took over the territory, he has held the right to use the forbidden land in the mansion. According to the rules, the fairy pool for nurturing transformation can only be opened once every ten years. Ao Qin not only opened it two years in advance, but also gave five places to the Qinglong clan because the Qinglong clan has many descendants.

But forget about the number of descendants. The Qinglong clan has more people than the Purple Dragon Clan, Black Dragon Clan, White Dragon Clan and Golden Dragon Clan, but there are only a few thousand people so far. Why do they occupy five places?

However, they only dared to say these thoughts in their hearts. The dragon clan is no longer the one that dominated the entire continent and the abyss. Although they now have the largest territory in the entire continent, their offspring are rare, and it is not known whether they have received a curse. Among the dragons above the seventh level, there are only two people: Ao Bing, who died of weakness

, and Jun Shang, who is now in a coma. Jun Shang was an orphan dragon before, and many dragons bullied him before he came to power, so basically no dragon stood on Jun Shang's side. This time he was seriously injured. Although he was cursed by the monster of the abyss and lost his tail and dragon horns, giving away all the treasures might help him recover. But unfortunately, he usually killed decisively and didn't give any dragons any sweet benefits, so no dragons supported him.

When he was injured, Ao Qin immediately relied on his strength among the younger generation and the support of five Qinglong clan elders above level 6, and directly gave him a Chongxi Madam to settle the matter. All the spiritual medicines and spiritual fruits were cut off, and he also joined forces with the ambitious Qinglong clan to cover the sky with one hand.

The other dragons only felt that his actions threatened the interests of their own clans, and they didn't really care about the monarch.

Oh, actually they still cared, as long as he didn't die before getting his dragon horn.

But they were not as strong as the others, and could not win the fight. They were not as scheming as the others, and they did not want to pay the price to rescue their king who might be disabled for life. In addition, the total population of the remaining tribes was not as large as that of the Qinglong tribe, so naturally they had no choice but to surrender.

Ao Qin was not unaware of their little thoughts. As long as his own tribe gained benefits, he did not care what other tribes thought. "Is there anything else happening in the territory recently?" The

White Dragon Tribe's close minister was a young dragon. Hearing this, he said respectfully, "Sir, the territory has been very peaceful recently. The dwarves and beastmen are very well behaved and have not caused any trouble. But the human race, because..."

He paused and continued, "Because the monarch was seriously injured before, many county officials who were originally appointed by the monarch were assassinated, and the human race fell into a certain degree of unrest."

Ao Qin nodded and sneered, "There is no need to talk about the human race, Uncle Li, when the time comes, you can take a few younger generations from the tribe to a few counties to take a look and suppress them. Just don't make a big fuss."

"They are just ants. If many of them die, they will reproduce. It is not worth worrying about them." Ao Qin ordered.

"Okay, you all leave now." Ao Qin waved his hand. Several close ministers looked at each other and left in response to his order.

After leaving the hall, Uncle Li showed a professional fake smile to the other four close ministers, with disdain in his heart, "Everyone, the master ordered me to do something, I will leave first."

The others smiled back and waved friendly as Uncle Li left.

After Uncle Li left, the four of them looked at each other tacitly, stood up, called their own spiritual clouds, and quickly flew away from the Tyrant's Mansion.

A moment later, in a VIP room of the Bishui Tower about thirty or forty kilometers away from the Tyrant's Mansion, the two close ministers of the White Dragon Clan and the Golden Dragon Clan gathered together again.

Bishuilou is one of the most famous restaurants under Jinjiang Auction House, and it is also the restaurant that best protects the privacy of its guests. The two dragons are both above level 5, and after the barrier is opened, no one can hear their conversation unless there is a level 7 strongman spying.

"Bai Huan, what do you think of Ao Qin?" Jin Yan propped up his chin and looked up at the young man in front of him.

Bai Huan looked at him helplessly, "When you left, you sent me a message just to discuss the right and wrong of Lord Ao Qin with me?"

Jin Yan smiled, "Don't you feel unhappy to see him?"

Bai Huan took a bite of the food, "I think it's okay."

Jin Yan was choked by him, knowing that their White Dragon Clan only had a hundred people and didn't care about these quotas. One quota was enough for them. He didn't continue to talk about this topic, and only said, "Let's talk about something fun before talking about business. Do you still remember the wife of the waste dragon now?"

Bai Huan raised his eyebrows in disapproval, "You mean the Chongxi prop? She is just a first-level cultivator. Her father is Mushan, right?"

Jin Yan nodded, with a smile on his face, "It's her."

"My subordinates told me that she went to the elf market under my name twice recently, and this time she bought a lot of men's clothes." Jin Yan said, "That woman is really interesting. Is she really prepared to take care of that waste?"

Bai Huan also smiled faintly, because the number of the Golden Dragon Clan and the White Dragon Clan was not large, and he grew up with Jin Yan when he was a child. When they were still very weak, the arrogance of being a dragon made them look down on the orphan hybrid dragon, and they used to bully that waste a lot.

Who knew that things would change, when they were still at level 4, the waste dragon had already broken through to level 7 and became the leader. They were worried that the waste dragon would take revenge on them, and in fact, he did. A large piece of their tails was bitten off by the waste dragon, and it has not healed after so many years.

The two of them usually have different personalities, but they are very tacit in beating and mocking Mr. Long.

"Then, are you going to make that woman die?" Bai Huan felt better and took a sip of wine.

Jin Yan waved his hands, "Am I the kind of dragon that bullies women?"

Hearing this, Bai Huan laughed, "You are not?"

Jin Yan showed a rogue smile, "It's not necessary to kill her."

Bai Huan narrowed his eyes, thought of something, and said, "I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"

Jin Yan got angry, "What?"

"I saw the soul lamp tablet of the hybrid dragon in the forbidden area. Although it is dim, it will occasionally light up, which means that it will occasionally regain consciousness. But a first-level cultivator is actually slightly better than a mortal, and has no consciousness, so he will definitely not notice it."

"Didn't you say that she bought clothes for that rubbish?" Bai Huan curled his lips, "That means she is actually quite nice to that rubbish, and that hybrid dragon probably knows it. What do you think? If we arrange a member of the Dream Demon Clan to give that woman a hint and let her enter the hybrid dragon's dream to see how he killed people in the past, wouldn't it be interesting?"

Jin Yan said, "You might as well just hypnotize someone and let her abuse that rubbish dragon."

Bai Huan shook his head, "That would be boring. He must know about it to make him feel uncomfortable."

Jin Yan frowned and nodded half-heartedly, "It seems so."

"It is estimated that his current strength is less than 10% of what it used to be. It's a waste to use a nightmare." Jin Yan smiled, "Just use some of the elves' third-level hallucinogenic grass." "

Yes." Bai Huan also laughed, but the handsome boy's laugh had a bit of an evil taste. "And to use a nightmare you need to know the hybrid dragon's name. Do you know his name?"

Jin Yan was stunned by the question and touched his chin. "Now that you mention it, it seems that I really don't know his name."

When they were young, they called him a hybrid dragon. Later, when he became the leader, they called him the Lord. In secret, they called him the Tyrant. Now that he is useless, they call him a waste dragon. The question of what the Lord's name is is really a difficult problem.

"Forget about it. You came to me just to cause trouble for the waste dragon and play a prank?" Bai Huan changed the subject. The now destitute tyrant was just their entertainment. Besides, they couldn't really do anything to him. After all, they still needed him alive.

Jin Yan didn't continue to dwell on this issue and started to talk to Bai Huan about business.

Half an hour later, two distinguished guests of the Overlord level disappeared from the VIP room of the Bishui Building. No one knew what they talked about today.

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Mu Wanwan didn’t know that two bad dragons who had bullied Mr. Long before were planning to bully him again. She only felt that she slept very deeply. When she woke up again, it was already dark outside. The rain had not stopped, but it was a little lighter.

Mu Wanwan felt uncomfortable all over. Not only did her throat hurt, but her forehead was also covered with cold sweat, and her hands and feet were numb. She thought she might have a cold. Thinking of the many things she hadn’t done at home and that Mr. Long had been hungry all day, she didn’t continue to lie in bed. She got up despite the cold and made dinner.

In the evening, she fried some vegetables for herself and cooked a bowl of sweet porridge for Mr. Long. After dinner, she did not feel much better after dinner. Instead, her head became more and more hot.

Mu Wanwan washed the dishes while praying that she would not have a fever. If she got sick and had a fever, the consequences would not be as simple as her suffering alone. Maybe Mr. Long's tail would rot again because of losing the spirit stone.

She had only cut her finger before, and it was so painful when she saw a little blood. How painful would it be for his tail to rot again and again?

Mu Wanwan cultivated two seeds of green star grass despite the pain. She was in so much pain that she lay back on the bed.

She thought that she might have been too tired recently and got caught in the rain, which was why she felt uncomfortable all of a sudden. She thought that she would be fine after a night's rest, but when she woke up the next day, she was even sicker.

How could she know that this time she was not just suffering from a simple cold and fever, but a manifestation of her body reaching its limit.

Before she came here, the original owner had already reached her limit due to a series of blows, and most of her soul had dissipated, and she died early. After she came here, although her soul was stable, her physical fatigue was not much relieved. In addition, she was always worried about her life. The injury she suffered from Ao Qin had not yet healed completely, but she began to overdraw her spiritual power to cultivate plants every day in order to make money. Her body was already on the verge of collapse.

This time it was just because she got caught in the rain and was frozen for a long time that she broke out all of a sudden.

If she hadn't eaten the fruit of the Green Star Grass, perhaps she wouldn't have been able to have even a faint consciousness now.

Mu Wanwan's whole body was hot, but she felt very cold. She forced herself to open her eyes, raised her weak arm and touched her forehead. It was very hot.

But she felt very cold, and mist formed in her eyes. She subconsciously moved towards Mr. Long's side, until she was almost close to his quilt, and then she felt a little more at ease.

"Mr. Long, I'm so cold."

It is said that sick people are more fragile than ordinary people, and Mu Wanwan is the same. In fact, her illness this time is not just a headache, but more like her body is extremely tired.

"Mr. Long, I want to drink water."

Mu Wanwan knew that it was useless to call him, but for some reason, she called him softly a few times until fatigue took over her and she fell asleep again.

So when Mr. Long suppressed the curse in his body and connected the meridians in his right arm to regain consciousness in the evening of the next day, Mu Wanwan was still lying on the bed, motionless. Mr. Long was

a little surprised that his consciousness did not touch Mu Wanwan who was as lively and energetic as before, but soon, his surprise was replaced by worry.

She was different from usual, her face was pale, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she curled up to one side, as if she was very cold.

Mr. Long's heart was suddenly tightened, she was sick.

"Cold." Mu Wanwan felt hot and cold at the same time. She felt very uncomfortable. Her head hurt so much that it was about to explode. She gritted her teeth and was in a daze. She didn't know where she was or what she was saying.

Cold?

Was she very cold?

Mr. Long felt bad. His consciousness touched her cheek with pity. Her lips were already pale and her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled. Perhaps because of the pain, her eyelashes kept trembling, like an invisible and sharp knife, stabbing him bit by bit.

If it wasn't for taking care of him, she wouldn't have suffered so much.

He had to do something.

Mr. Long felt guilty and stretched out his right arm that had just been able to move. With the help of his consciousness, he pulled out his quilt with his long arm and got into her quilt.

It was cold.

Mr. Long slowly grabbed her hand. Unlike the soft feeling before, her palm was full of sweat, damp and cold. Compared with her hand, his body temperature was so high.

Moreover, I heard that dragon blood is very nutritious. Maybe he could drink some of his blood?

Although he is a cursed dragon, the blood in his heart is still pure.

Some ideas gradually came into his mind, but Mr. Long hesitated.

He could control the concentration of the blood in his heart and only give her a little so that she wouldn't notice. But if it was for warmth, would she be willing?

Although she married him and was his wife, she might not be willing.

If he really pulled her into his quilt to keep her warm, maybe she would cry when she woke up.

After all, he was very ugly and disabled now.

In fact, Mr. Long has always been very self-abased. He knows that Mu Wanwan's kindness to him may just be sympathy, but even so, he can't stop her from entering his heart little by little.

He is like a humble monster in a dark alley. As soon as he sees a glimmer of light, he can't wait to take her for himself and leave his mark on her.

However, he is afraid that she will cry, and afraid that she will not be willing to accept it after she recovers from her illness.

Although they have slept in the same bed together before, she made her own decision at that time, and he would not think of using his body temperature to keep her warm.

But now it is different...

Mr. Long feels that he is holding her hand, as dark as a fallen dragon. As long as he gently pulls her over, they will have skin-to-skin intimacy.

In his heart, he really wanted to do this, and his blood even boiled for this shameless desire.