I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Part 8

The night temperature in mid-October was a bit low, and the silence in the huge hall was terrible.

The night amplifies all the sounds and pains, the tyrant pales, and the scales on his body are undulating, accompanied by looming black-red lines, withered and falling off, mixed with pus and blood, falling on the jade bed, making a slight and harsh sound.

The pronucleus was shattered and his spiritual power was exhausted. It would take almost all of his energy to suppress the pain and curse. Only a little curse could be unlocked every day. At this rate, it would take him three years to wake up.

Because the body that was temporarily paralyzed by corrosion was unable to move, the little bug that could be squeezed to death with only a few spiritual powers, but at this moment was crazy to **** his flesh and blood.

The cold sweat slid all the way through the eyelids along the forehead, and fell into the dark hair.

The consciousness gradually blurred, and when she was about to sink into the gloomy bottom, the rapid footsteps on the ground suddenly sounded, and her voice was a little panting, as if it was close to his ears.

A warm hand gently covered his forehead. Before he fell into a coma, he heard her say...

"My complexion is so bad, does it hurt..."

...Mu Wanwan didn't know that Mr. Long woke up halfway through, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and put some oil on the lamp in the room. The room suddenly became brighter.

She looked at Mr. Long's rotten half of his tail and the dripping pus and blood, and she really felt her scalp numb.

Mu Wanwan held a knife that was simply sterilized by boiling water in his hand, facing Mr. Long's long tail, suddenly there was an illusion that he was cooking dragon dishes. Thinking like this seemed to be a little more relaxed, Mu Wanwan slowly moved the knife towards him with a pale face.

Mr. Long's tail started to rot from a little bit upwards from the tip of the tail. Mu Wanwan gently scratched the withered yellow scales attached to the pus and blood on the rotten surface, and an indescribable rancid smell instantly overflowed. I feel that I am about to suffocate.

But thinking of the almost pale face that the tyrant had just hurt, Mu Wanwan abruptly resisted the discomfort, and with a little bit of force, he cut away the scales, and bit by bit the rotten flesh that had been suppurated.

During the period, it was inevitable that she ran into the little bug that she didn't want to encounter the least. The black bug had a hard shell and would crawl around. The feeling that something was constantly crawling around on the back of her hand, arms and legs was true. That's terrible.

After roughly processing Mr. Long's tail, Mu Wanwan felt that her whole body was stinky, and her coat was all stained with blood. She looked at the cushion under Mr. Long, lying on her stomach. The corpses of many small insects who were violently pinched to death caused Mu Wanwan's chills.

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

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

I don't know if it was because of the simple handling of the rotten tail, the smell in the room was not so strong, maybe it was her illusion, she felt that Mr. Long's face didn't seem so ugly.

Carefully apply ointment to the long tail, and then wrap half of the tail with gauze. Mu Wanwan dipped a few basins of water and used the clothes that he changed yesterday and had not had time to wash, making Mr. Long a little dirty. Wiped his tail again, and after thinking about it, he blushed and cleaned his upper body briefly.