I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 172
On the 8th night, Mu Wanwan sat silently on the bed, hugging her knees while Mengmeng fell asleep. The room was eerily quiet as darkness enveloped both the exterior and the interior of the house. Only the crystal ball remained faintly shining.
She had gone from talking about Mister Long to Mengmeng non-stop throughout the past two days to practically not uttering a single word throughout the day.
Mu Wanwan raised her hand and felt the weight of the sapphire bracelet. After a moment, she took the crystal ball placed on the bedside into her hands.
Because it was placed by the bed, the crystal ball was very cold. When it came in contact with her palms, Mu Wanwan shivered a bit subconsciously. She lowered her head and looked at the pure and transparently beautiful crystal ball— all without a speck of colour.
If she broke this thing, would she really be able to see Mister Long?
There was some moisture on Mu Wangwan’s curved eyelashes. She missed him so much. It was truly such a bad move for that scumbag to leave just a note and keep her waiting for so many days.
She wanted to see him.
The crystal ball that was held in her palm started to be influenced by the temperature and gradually lit up with blue mist amidst the dark night.
Mu Wanwan did not hesitate any longer. With a touch of spiritual power emerging from her fingertips, she turned it into a bright green sharp knife and stabbed the crystal ball with all her strength.
Crack!
There was a crisp cracking sound, but not a single piece of its shattered pieces fell.
The fragile and beautiful crystal ball floated into countless broken stars as she watched with her slightly opened eyes. Mixed with the light blue hue of the warm wind, the sensation suddenly hit her.
There was a stabbing pain in her mind as Mu Wanwan felt something forcefully invade her sea of consciousness. The next moment, she closed her eyes and her consciousness seemed to leave her body.
When she opened her eyes again, the mottled warm sun shone above her.
“Ah Tie, you’re secretly playing with dad’s hammer behind his back again!” The silky tone of a girl’s voice sounded before Mu Wanwan could see her appearance clearly. She was a dwarven girl who looked to be about 3 or 4 years old.
The girl was donned with green skin, black eyes and two beautiful braids.
“Ah Mei, nothing will happen as long as you don’t say anything,” A young man’s voice came from beside Mu Wanwan. This time, it was a dwarven boy. The boy was dressed normally and didn’t have droopy eyes. He wasn’t even wearing his signature pair of pants made of beast skin. Except for the familiar hamer that he wielded in his hands, he did not even seem remotely similar to Uncle Tie.
The sun remained shining brightly as Mu Wanwan raised her hands to cover her eyes. She must have entered Uncle Tie’s memory now?
Would she be able to feel anything? Did it have the same effect as the hallucinogenic grass before?
She tried to reach out to touch the wooden frame beside Uncle Tie and sure enough, her hands passed through in a similar way, leaving only a rough feeling of wood on her hands.
Looking at Uncle Tie with a fresh look on his face and the spring sunshine outside that was completely different from reality, Mu Wanwan felt a little calmer from her constant worry of a certain dragon.