I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 171

Mu Wanwan thought she was used to living alone. When she was a child, she read and wrote things alone; when she grew up, she was busy with life every day. Only occasionally would she look at the fun stuff on her phone during her spare time, laughing at the contents as if she was not the slightest bit lonely.

However, despite only meeting him for a few short months, she could no longer be alone.

“Chirp!” Mengmeng shook its fluffy fur and jumped twice, as if it was a little uncomfortable with how its own handsome, incomparable and cute little body had become so heavy.

It had finally escaped the grasps of sleep and really missed Wanwan, but it actually also missed the hateful bad dragon a little bit.

“Chirp!” Mengmeng’s round eyes caught Wanwan, who looked like she was about to cry, and suddenly felt distressed. It jumped up, rubbed itself onto her palm with its much larger furry head and chirped.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, Mengmeng is fine, Mengmeng is awake!

Mu Wanwan’s palms were itching a bit because of it, but she still smiled and cuddled its newly grown fluffy fur, which was mostly white, making Mengmeng look even cuter.

“Mengmeng, as expected, you’re the better one,” Mu Wanwan thought of her dragon and felt even more sad. She couldn’t help but want to rub her cheek against the feathery chip.

Mengmeng’s fur was rubbed to the side and it shivered several times due to the cold air that had not completely dissipated from her body, “Chirp~~”

Mu Wanwan fed Mengmeng some fruit and reluctantly ate some herself before hugging the little thing, waiting together for the dragon to return.

She looked at the crystal ball on the bedside and her urge to break it became more and more tempting.

Stupid dragon, bad dragon, ugly dragon. If he didn’t come back tomorrow, she was really going to let him have it without leaving a smidge of his reputation for him.

After all, she missed him so much.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and slowly curled up. There were warm stones under the quilt, but she still felt cold all over.

Mister Long, please make sure nothing happens to you and come back safely.

The tension was obvious. Perhaps due to the fact that she didn’t want to risk missing out on the moment Mister Long would return, Mu Wanwan laid on the bed but was unable to sleep.

Fortunately, she was now a Grade 3 cultivator and the condition of her body was a lot better compared to when she just arrived. Otherwise, she probably wouldn’t have been able to handle it.

But Mister Long had yet to return despite her increasingly anxious and agonising wait. On the morning of the 7th day of his supposed return, Mu Wanwan looked at the progressively gloomy sky outside the window, feeling both despair and loneliness.

She couldn’t help but read the note he left over and over again. She also placed her palm on her heart, as if she could feel the drop of heartblood he gave her.

“Mengmeng, tell me, why hasn’t he come back yet?”

Mu Wanwan sat on a stool with a few slightly messy bags of seeds by her hand as she murmured to the little chip, which had become as big as her two palms.

“Chirp!”

“Chirp!” In just a few days, Mengmeng had grown from a thin little chip to a big fat white fluffy chip. The little thing was no longer pure, but the black feathers on it still remained stubborn.

But Mu Wanwan felt that Mengmeng was much more agile than before since she could already hear a little something from its tone.

For example, right now, rubbing its hand with its re-grown hairy head while tweeting bad things about Mister Long, it roughly meant—

The dragon was very clumsy and might be lost.

The feathery chip’s body was soft and warm, like a large hand warmer.

Mu Wanwan felt better after being snuggled against by the little fluff ball, but the panic and anxiety in her heart still couldn’t be alleviated. She held Mengmeng and cultivated some pills for a while in order to stay up, praying that nothing would happen to her dragon.