After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

08

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

The night amplifies all the sounds and pains. The tyrant's face is pale, and the scales on his body fluctuate. Along with looming black and red lines, the withered yellow falls off, mixed with pus and blood, and falls on the jade bed, making a slight and harsh sound.

The original nucleus was broken and his spiritual power was exhausted. It took almost all his energy to suppress the pain and the curse. He could only unravel a little bit of the curse every day. At this speed, it would take him three years to wake up.

Because the body was temporarily paralyzed by corrosion and could not move, the little bug that could have been pinched to death with just some spiritual power was now madly sucking his flesh and blood.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead all the way across his eyelids and fell into his jet-black hair.

Her consciousness gradually became blurred. When she was about to fall into the dark valley, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded. Her voice was a little panting, as if it was close to his ear.

A warm hand gently placed on his forehead. Before falling into a coma, he heard her say—

"My face is so bad, it hurts..."

——Mu Wanwan didn't know that Mr. Long woke up once in the middle. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and added some oil to the lights in the room, and the room suddenly became much brighter.

Looking at Mr. Long's rotten half tail and the dripping pus and blood, she really felt that her scalp was numb.

Mu Wanwan held a simple sterilized knife with boiling water in his hand, facing Mr. Long's long tail, and suddenly had the illusion that he was cooking dragon dishes. It seemed a little easier to think so, Mu Wanwan slowly brought the knife closer with a white face.

Mr. Long's tail started to rot from the tip of the tail a little bit upwards. Mu Wanwan gently scratched the yellow scales on the rotten surface that were attached to the pus and blood. I felt like I was about to suffocate.

But thinking of the almost pale face that the tyrant had just suffered from pain, Mu Wanwan still forcibly held back the discomfort, and with a little force, his subordinates cut the scales open, and bit by bit gouged out the festering carrion.

During this period, she inevitably encountered the little bug that she didn't want to touch. The black bug had a hard shell and would crawl around. The feeling that something seemed to be crawling on the back of her hands, arms and legs was real. bad.

After roughly finishing Mr. Long's tail, Mu Wanwan only felt that her whole body was stinky, and her coat was all stained with blood. She looked at the cushion under Mr. Long's body, lying on top of it. The corpses of many of the little bugs who were violently pinched to death by her gave Mu Wanwan a chill.

She quickly took off her coat, wrapped it around her hands, dragged Mr. Long's tail, and moved the person to a different place, and then threw out the mat and the basin of things that were taken from Mr. Long's tail, together with the coat.

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

I don't know if it was because of the simple treatment of the rotten tail that the smell in the room was not so heavy. Maybe it was her illusion. She felt that Mr. Long's face was not so ugly.

Carefully spread the ointment on the long tail, and then wrapped half of the tail with gauze. Mu Wanwan poured a few pots of water, and used the clothes that he had changed yesterday and had not had time to wash, making Mr. Long a little dirty. After wiping his tail again, after thinking about it, he blushed and washed his upper body briefly.