The temperature was a bit low in the middle of October, and the huge palace was terrifyingly silent.

The night magnified all sounds and pains. The tyrant's face was pale, and the scales on his body were undulating and changing, accompanied by faint black and red lines. They withered and fell off, mixed with pus and blood, and fell on the jade bed, making a slight and harsh sound.

The nucleus was broken, and the spiritual power was exhausted. Just suppressing the pain and the curse required almost all of his mental energy. He could only undo a little bit of the curse every day. At this rate, it would take him three years just to wake up.

Because his body was temporarily paralyzed by corrosion and could not move, the small insects that could be easily crushed to death with just a little spiritual power were now madly sucking his flesh and blood.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, across his eyelids, and fell into his dark hair.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and when he was about to fall into the dark valley, the sound of hurried footsteps on the ground suddenly rang out. Her voice was a little breathless, as if it was right next to his ear.

A warm hand gently covered his forehead, and before he completely fell into a coma, he heard her say -

"You look so bad, does it hurt..."

- Mu Wanwan had no idea that Mr. Long had woken up once in the middle of the night. She wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and added some lamp oil to the lamp in the room, and the room suddenly became much brighter.

She looked at Mr. Long's rotten half tail and the pus that kept dripping, and she felt her scalp tingling.

Mu Wanwan held the knife that had been sterilized by boiling water in her hand, and pointed it at Mr. Long's long tail. Suddenly, she had the illusion that she was cooking dragon food. Thinking of this, she seemed to be relieved. Mu Wanwan's face turned pale as she slowly moved the knife towards him.

Mr. Long's tail started to rot from a little above the tip of the tail. Mu Wanwan gently scraped off a few yellow scales attached to the pus on the rotten surface. An indescribable stench instantly overflowed, and she felt that she was about to suffocate.

But thinking of the tyrant's almost pale face in pain, Mu Wanwan still endured the discomfort, and used a little force to split the scales and cut off the festering rotten flesh bit by bit.

During this time, she inevitably encountered the little bugs she least wanted to encounter. The black little bugs had hard shells and would crawl around. It felt like something was constantly crawling on the back of her hands, arms, and legs. It was really terrible.

After roughly treating Mr. Long's tail, Mu Wanwan felt that she was smelly and her coat was stained with blood. She looked at the mat under Mr. Long, which was covered with the bodies of many small insects that she had violently crushed to death. Mu Wanwan felt a chill.

She quickly took off her coat, wrapped it around her hands, dragged Mr. Long's tail, moved him to another place, and then threw the mat, the basin of things that had been taken from Mr. Long's tail, and her coat out.

After washing her hands carefully, Mu Wanwan took the ointment and gauze into the room.

She didn't know if it was because she had simply dealt with the rotten tail, the smell in the room was not so strong anymore. Maybe it was her illusion, she felt that Mr. Long's face didn't look so bad anymore. She

carefully applied ointment on the long tail, and then wrapped half of the tail with gauze. Mu Wanwan fetched a few basins of water and used the clothes she had changed yesterday but hadn't washed yet to wipe Mr. Long's slightly dirty tail. After thinking about it, she blushed and simply washed his upper body.

When wiping the tail, Mu Wanwan accidentally touched a scale near the waist. It was a little different from other places. There was a thick membrane, and it was a little hard. But she didn't think much about it. She just wiped it and Mr. Long's naked upper body briefly, and then she forced herself to wash up with her tired body.

After the cleaning work was done, Mu Wanwan thought about it and took out a low-grade spirit stone from her pocket and placed it next to Mr. Long's pillow. According to her memory, some powerful people can unconsciously absorb the spiritual energy in the spirit stone even in their sleep. Although she didn't know whether Mr. Long could absorb spiritual power now, she still wanted to give it a try.

Mu Wanwan took another Baizhen fruit from the box, cut a little on the peel with a knife, and dripped the juice on Mr. Long's purple lips.

After squeezing nearly half of the fruit, Mu Wanwan stopped. She searched for the memory of her original body, scavenged a little bit of weak wood spiritual power from her dantian, and poured it into the half of the fruit that was a little dry. She was relieved when she saw the peel that she carefully cut healed.

Now they are very poor. Even the Baizhen fruit, which can be bought with only five low-grade spirit stones and is a fruit that even tyrants disdain to look at, is now out of their reach.

The fruit exuded a strong fragrance. Mu Wanwan swallowed her saliva, but still did not eat the half of the fruit, which was a bit shriveled. After all, Mr. Long needed it more than her.

Although the original body lived at home before leaving the palace was not as noble as Bai Shuiyao, the Mu Mansion was still quite good in the Tyrant Territory. Although Mu's father was only a fourth-level warrior, his combat power was close to that of a fifth-level warrior. He would give her more than ten gold coins every month, but every time these gold coins would be taken away by Bai Shuiyao in various ways.

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head with a headache. This time, her original body married into the Mu family when they were in trouble. She was almost like an abandoned child. Apart from some clothes and bedding, she had nothing to disguise herself. Therefore, she was now considered the legendary quilt party.

Mu Wanwan smiled bitterly and resigned herself to walking to the cabinet in the corner of the room. She took out two quilts, which were bright red wedding quilts and mattresses embroidered with birches.

Before, her original body had no intention and dared not sleep with the tyrant, and had never thought about making the bed.

In fact, if possible, Mu Wanwan didn't really want to sleep with Mr. Long, but Mr. Long had a very bad temper before. If any servant dared to appear in his bedroom, the end would be only one word: death.

So not only is there only one bed in the side hall and the main hall, there are not even any quilts for keeping warm in winter.

Only in the small kitchen is there a little bit of food left.

But this jade bed is very large, estimated to be three by three meters. Even if two people sleep on it, as long as they pay a little attention to the distance, it should be okay, right?

Mu Wanwan looked at the mattresses in the cabinet and was glad that there were two mattresses and two quilts, so that she would not have to share a quilt with the tyrant.

Although she is now Mr. Long's wife in name, Mr. Long is not ugly. If you look at him for a long time, you will even feel that he has a kind of seductive and fragile beauty, but -

first of all, Mr. Long is not a human. I heard that Long has two women, but I don't know if it is true...

Well, this question is a bit ahead of time, so let's not talk about it for now.

Most importantly, in the original book, although Mr. Long was cuckolded by Bai Shuiyao and Ao Qin many times when he was unconscious, he himself was not aware of it. After waking up, he didn’t know if he was blind, but he fell in love at first sight with Bai Shuiyao who suddenly appeared in his bedroom, and uttered that very classic line:

"Woman, you are mine!"

When Mu Wanwan thought of this, he couldn't help but glance at a certain Long, who had a pale and evil face and curly eyelashes. His heart skipped a beat, but was forcefully suppressed by her.

No matter how much she pity Mr. Long now, it can't change the fact that he will change his mind quickly after waking up. She should not think too much. Anyway, Mr. Long doesn't feel anything now. Even if she sleeps in the same bed with him, he won't know after waking up.

Mu Wanwan thought while making the bed, but when she made the whole bed, she couldn't help blushing when she saw the two tightly placed red wedding quilts and Mr. Long who was posed by her with only a handsome face exposed.

——In modern times, she is an orphan. She has had problems with food and clothing since she was a child. She finally went to college with the help of some welfare policies. She worked hard to study part-time. After graduation, she worked hard to make money to pay off the loan. Her daily hobby is to watch. Although she has been pursued by many people, she has never been in love.

Unexpectedly, the first time she slept on a wedding quilt in her life was with a plant dragon...

Mu Wanwan had a complicated mood, but compared with her extremely tired body for several days, this little entanglement was nothing. According to the original plot, she should have died, but now she is still alive and has a bed to sleep in, which is not bad.

Author's words: Mr. Long: "Yes, I am a cold-blooded man who possesses two--(silenced) in half-dragon form."