Mu Wanwan's words were sincere and every word seemed to make sense. Bai Shuiyao was a little confused by what she said. Her eyes, which were originally filled with tears, widened slightly, as if she was trying hard to find words.

Mu Wanwan did not give her the opportunity to continue to annoy her, "Yaoyao, no matter what you want to do, I will support you. Don't worry, I will support you in the Tyrant's Mansion, and you will be fine."

Bai Shuiyao's beautiful cheeks flushed, and her round peach eyes stared at Mu Wanwan, but she couldn't say a word -

she didn't know why the silly sister in the past was even better at pretending to be pitiful than her.

Mu Wanwan struck while the iron was hot and showed her her hands that were scratched by the scales last night, "Yaoyao, I still have to take care of that crippled tyrant. Look at my hands, they are all covered with his dirty blood and bugs..."

In the original book, Baishui Yao's characteristic is that she loves cleanliness and can't stand bugs. Before, she was anxious to persuade Mu Wanwan to run away with her, and didn't notice Mu Wanwan's dirty hands. Now she couldn't stand it. She was so angry that she couldn't find a place to vent, so she just glared at Mu Wanwan angrily and left.

Mu Wanwan still had tears in her eyes, but she felt very happy in her heart.

She hated Bai Lianhua the most, who pretended to be doing it for your own good, but secretly plotted against you. Bai Shuiyao had probably never been stopped by anyone with her usual trick.

After being disturbed by her, she couldn't even sleep well. Mu Wanwan looked at the sky that was gradually getting brighter, sighed, fetched some water to wash up, and changed into the clothes she brought with her. After thinking for a while, he took the last clean handkerchief in his hand, changed the basin of clean water, and entered the room.

She had completely opened the curtains, and as soon as she entered the room, she could see the tyrant paralyzed on the jade bed.

He still maintained the posture she had put him in last night, with his arms on his side and his tail hanging down, without moving at all.

Mu Wanwan walked up to him, looking at his dirty black hair, with some blood stains under the broken corners, and felt pity in her heart -

the villain who once covered the sky with one hand was now covered with dirt. Judging from his appearance, he probably hadn't taken a shower for a long time. It was not enough that his tail was rotten, but his body was also very dirty.

Mu Wanwan gently lifted the long hair covering his eyes, carefully avoided his broken corners, and used a wet handkerchief to wipe off the dirt on his face bit by bit, and Mr. Long's face gradually became clear.

Mu Wanwan didn't dare to look at his face last night. Now, after wiping off most of the blood and dirt, she found that he was not as ugly as she imagined -

dark eyebrows slanted into the temples, and below were slightly deep eye sockets, and black eyelashes were long and curled like two small fans. His face was pale, his nose was straight, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. They were dry and cracked, showing purple and blood scars that did not match his face.

If it weren't for the black and red lines that almost spread across his entire face, he would be a handsome dragon.

Mu Wanwan was thinking about it when she saw the lines on Mr. Long's cheeks suddenly move. She was so scared that her hands shook and the whole handkerchief fell on his face.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

She hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and said sorry several times. After that, she waited for a while before noticing that the tyrant did not wake up. The lines on his cheeks seemed to be alive, moving from time to time, just like the dry and yellow scales on his body. Relieved

, Mu Wanwan felt relieved with a bit of amusement. Knowing that he couldn't hear, she still said softly, "I will wash your face every day in the future... If there is a chance, I will wipe your tail for you."

Mu Wanwan looked at Mr. Long who revealed his true face, and felt even more sympathetic to him in her heart. It turned out that he also had expressions -

his eyebrows were wrinkled, his lips were purple, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyelashes were trembling uneasily. He looked very uncomfortable. Add to that the rotting tail, he must be in a lot of pain, right?

Mu Wanwan felt upset, thinking about getting him some medicine as soon as possible, then she heard a harsh female voice coming from outside the door, "Madam, it's time for breakfast."

Mu Wanwan knew that Fu Liu had come, so she put down the handkerchief in her hand, walked to the door, and met Fu Liu's unfriendly eyes, "You only have a quarter of an hour."

She was holding a lunch box in her hand, and when she saw Mu Wanwan coming out, she handed the lunch box to her, and it seemed that she was not going to enter the room.

Mu Wanwan didn't care. She hadn't eaten anything since she came in, and she was very hungry. She nodded numbly, took the lunch box and went into the room, opened the lid, pinched a steamed bun and ate it.

In the morning, there was only steamed bread and a bowl of white porridge with a few pickled vegetables. This was the standard for the original body in the Tyrant's Mansion. Mu Wanwan was not surprised. When she was about to swallow the bowl of clear porridge, the tyrant's dry and cracked lips suddenly appeared so clearly in her mind.

It was written in the book that the tyrant was extremely powerful and had the best food, clothing and daily necessities. He drank wine brewed from spirit fruits and ate meat from spirit beasts. But now, he has become like this, his clothes are dry and gone, and no one takes care of his hygiene, let alone food and drink.

According to the memories of the original body, a warrior above level three will not die of hunger even if he does not eat for a week. As for the Tyrant, as one of the level seven warriors who once stood at the top of the continent, even if he was seriously injured and turned into a plant dragon, he would not die of hunger without eating.

However, he must have felt uncomfortable.

It has been six or seven days since the original body married into the Tyrant's mansion. In her memory, the Tyrant has never eaten anything. Ao Qin took over the power of his subordinates and did not send anyone to deliver some medicines and elixirs. So, Mr. Long should have been hungry for a long time.

The porridge in front of her still exuded a fragrant aroma, but Mu Wanwan lost her original good appetite. She wanted to make up her mind and finish the porridge herself, leaving the Tyrant hungry.

Although she was now his surprise wife in name, they were just strangers anyway. What happened to him was actually none of her business. Besides, the Tyrant was now a plant dragon. Even if she didn't take good care of him, he wouldn't know...

However, if Mu Wanwan really had to ignore him, this bowl of porridge that should have been sweet would seem so hard to swallow and bland.