Mu Wanwan thought that she would not sleep well lying on the chair, but she was so tired that she fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as she relaxed. Naturally, she did not notice that after she fell asleep, Mr. Long, who had closed his eyes completely and was motionless, trembled his eyelashes slightly.

Since the battle, the pronucleus in his body was broken, and Mr. Long has been immersed in endless pain. Ninety-nine percent of his consciousness is used to suppress the energy in his body, and the remaining little can allow him to recover consciousness for ten minutes every day.

When I woke up today, I felt different from usual.

The pain of having his tail cut off was still there, but it was obviously not as sticky as before because it was soaked in blood. A softer cushion was placed under him, which made him feel less uncomfortable.

Would anyone still take care of him today?

The tyrant sneered in his heart. From the day he was defeated, everyone around him had changed.

The friend who he thought was trustworthy took the token he left for him and impatiently took over almost all the power in his hands half a month after he was injured.

For the sake of face, he randomly found a person with low talent from the territory to be his bride...

He knew what he looked like now - his

beautiful and glistening dragon horns were cut off by the demon leader, his elegant and majestic tail was corroded by the witches, half of his body was rotten, and his once handsome face was full of curse marks from the abyss monsters. He was already a useless dragon.

So when he heard the terrified and desperate cry of his bride during the wedding ceremony that day, he was sober for a rare time, and he didn't feel any surprise.

Not even a damp and dark heart was moved. In the next few days, he would sometimes regain consciousness when that person was awake. Her crying and cursing filled his ears. He felt extremely annoyed and wanted to kill her with a claw.

But today, why did he feel a little different?

The tyrant couldn't explain what he felt in his heart. He endured the severe pain and pulled out a strand of consciousness. He scanned the room and finally found the target on the chair.

It turned out to be the person who came in unexpectedly. The emotion that had just risen in his heart was instantly shattered.

He withdrew his consciousness and sneered in his heart, she must have been forced, right? He hadn't forgotten her scolding over the past few days. Ao Qin was a man who cared about his reputation. It was ironic that he felt happy because someone was taking care of him.

The tyrant's face turned pale. From the time he was born until now, he had never met anyone who was truly kind to him. How come now that he was injured and lost everything, he fantasized that someone would not despise him and would be kind to him? Just

wait and see...

She was forced. Within three days at most, she would despise him and hate him because of his repeatedly festering and rotting tail...

What was he expecting?

Before he lost consciousness from the severe pain, Mr. Long thought sarcastically.

...

Mu Wanwan had no idea that someone had scanned her with a look last night.

The next morning, she was awakened by Bai Shuiyao in a somewhat rude manner.

"Wanwan, Wanwan." A timid voice came from her ears, Bai Shuiyao put his palm on her shoulder and shook her unceremoniously.

Mu Wanwan opened her eyes tiredly and met Bai Shuiyao's slightly red and swollen eyes, "Bai Shuiyao?"

"Tsk," Bai Shuiyao shrank and pulled the person out of the bedroom, her brows revealing disgust for the smell of the tyrant's rotting flesh, "You actually could fall asleep in that bedroom."

Mu Wanwan impatiently shook off her hand, "What's the matter?"

Bai Shuiyao said, "I asked Qingye to draw a map of the tyrant's mansion. In the evening, you come to this place to meet me. With Qingye's help, we will definitely be able to escape."

Mu Wanwan was still very sleepy, but she became energetic when she heard her words -

Qingye was the guard in charge of patrolling in the tyrant's mansion. When they got married, Ao Qin also gave them several guards and maids for the sake of face. The chief of the guards is Qingye, and the chief of the maids is Fuliu. Although the strength of Qingye and Fuliu is no more than the middle stage of the second level, they are more than capable of dealing with two girls who are just over the first level.

Ao Qin gave them the task of monitoring her and Bai Shuiyao, and reporting to Ao Qin regularly.

Strangely enough, Qingye is said to be indifferent to any beauty, but I don’t know if it’s because of the strong aura of the heroine, from the moment he saw Bai Shuiyao, he fell in love with Bai Shuiyao.

It is precisely because of his care that Bai Shuiyao can thrive in the tyrant’s mansion. As a dowry maid, she can completely ignore her original body, the young lady, and her nominal master, the tyrant, and be idle every day.

Now, she actually coaxed Qingye to help them escape at the risk of his life. Mu Wanwan was a little impressed by Bai Shuiyao.

Bai Shuiyao bit her red lips and took out the map. "Look, we are now at the deepest place. When the shift changes in the evening, you will meet me here..."

Mu Wanwan looked at the simple map and frowned.

She remembered the place where the female supporting role died. It was at the back door of the huge Tyrant's Mansion. There were also many places in the Tyrant's Mansion. Although the Tyrant was not good at arranging formations, he bought a lot from the outside world and hid them in various places in the Tyrant's Mansion.

But there is no mention of this in this map. Qingye, a small guard chief, must know something. It seems that he is not prepared to help Bai Shuiyao escape. This map is probably drawn to coax her and cannot be trusted.

Mu Wanwan sighed, "I won't run away."

When Bai Shuiyao heard her words, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart.

Since last night, Mu Wanwan has been refuting her opinions. When she was at home before, with her father around, this person always obeyed her. How long has it been since she married into the tyrant's mansion? Without her father to support her, Mu Wanwan, the lady in name, is shaking.

She doesn't want to run, so after listening to her say so much, is he laughing at her?

Bai Shuiyao's face flushed with anger, and she pursed her lips, looking like she was about to cry, "Wanwan, I'm doing this for your own good. If you stay here and keep serving that disabled tyrant, your life will be over."

She cried like a bitch.

Mu Wanwan sneered in her heart. She didn't have the energy to pretend with her last night, but she would not let her perform in front of her today. She didn't watch all those house fights for nothing!

Let's see who is more disgusting.

Mu Wanwan secretly pinched her thigh, but her face seemed to be infected by her, and her voice also had a hint of crying, "Yaoyao, don't say anything, I know."

She stepped forward and held Bai Shuiyao's hand, "I know you care about me the most and treat me well, but I can't leave now."

"I've thought about it. You and I were sent here to represent the Mu Mansion. You're a maid, so even if you run away, it won't be a big deal. It won't bring trouble to my father. But if I run away, they probably won't let you go."

"Anyway, you're just a maid. If you run away, it won't be a big deal. It can save your life and my father's face. I'm not running away for your own good."