Eight Dragons (1)

The temperature of a mid-Octobers night was rather low, and the silence in the huge hall was terrible.

The darkness amplified all sound and pain. The tyrants face was deathly pale; accompanied by black and red lines that faded in and out, all the scales on his body were shifting and undulating, withering and falling off. Mixed with pus and blood, they fell onto the jade bed, emitting light but piercing sounds.

His original core was broken, and his spiritual power was exhausted. It took almost all his mental strength to suppress the pain and curse. He could only lift a little of the curse every day, and at this rate, it would take him three years just to wake up.

Because of the corrosion, his temporarily paralysed body was unable to move. The little bugs that could normally be crushed with just a little spiritual power were now feeding on his flesh and blood like crazy.

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Cold sweat slid all the way from his forehead, across his eyelids, and into his inky black hair.

His divine consciousness gradually blurred. Just as he was about to sink to the bottom of the gloomy abyss, the sound of hasty footsteps suddenly rang out. Her voice was a little breathless, and seemed to be right next to his ears.

A warm hand covered his forehead gently. Before completely losing consciousness, he heard her say

Your complexion is terrible, it must hurt very badly

Mu Wanwan was entirely unaware that Mister Long had woken up in the middle of this. She wiped the cold sweat on his forehead away, then added some lamp oil to the lamps in the roomthe room became much brighter in an instant.

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She looked at Mister Longs rotten half-tail and the pus and blood that kept dripping down, and acutely felt her scalp grow numb.

In Mu Wanwans hand was a knife that had been sterilised simply with boiling water. Faced with Mister Longs long tail, she suddenly simply sterilized it by using boiling water, facing Mister Longs long tail, she was suddenly under the impression that she was preparing a dragon dish. The thought seemed to make her feel a little more relaxed. With a pale face, Mu Wanwan slowly moved the knife towards him.

The rotting of Mister Longs tail began from a point slightly below the tip of his tail. Mu Wanwan gently scraped open the withered yellow scales that were attached to the pus and blood on the rotten surface. An indescribably rancid smell rushed out instantly, and she felt like she was about to suffocate.

But when she thought about the tyrants face, which had turned dreadfully pale from the pain, Mu Wanwan steeled herself and swallowed her discomfort. With a little bit of force, she cut away the scales, and bit by bit, carved out the rotten flesh that had already begun to fester.

As she worked, she inevitably encountered the little bugs that least wanted to meet. The black insects shells were very hard, and theyd crawl all over the placethe feeling of something seeming to be crawling around on the back of her arms and legs constantly was truly awful.

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After roughly dealing with Mister Longs tail, Mu Wanwan felt like her entire body stunk. Her outer robe was also all stained with dirty blood. She glanced at the cushion under Mister Long; on it, lay the corpses of the many small bugs that she had crushed violently to death. Mu Wanwan broke out in chills.

She quickly took off her outer robe, wrapped it around her hand and dragged Mister Long by his tail to shift him to a different position. She then took the cushion and the basin of things that had come off Mister Longs tail and threw them all out along with her outer robe.

Mu Wanwan washed her hands carefully, then entered the room with the ointment and gauze.

She didnt know if it was because of her simple treatment of the rotten tail, the smell in the room was not as overwhelming as before. Perhaps it was only her illusion, but she felt that Mister Longs complexion seemed to be less awful too.

She carefully applied ointment to the long tail, and wrapped half of the tail with gauze. Then, Mu Wanwan fetched another few basins of water. Using the change of clothes from yesterday that she hadnt had the time to wash, she wiped Mister Longs somewhat dirty tail once over. After thinking about it, she also cleaned his upper body simply, blushing as she did so.

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While wiping the tail, Mu Wanwan accidentally touched some scales near his waist. They were a little different from those in other areasthere was a thick film on them, and was also somewhat hard. She didnt think too much about it though, and only wiped that area and Mister Longs bare torso simply. it and on it, but she didnt think much. Only after that did she force her exhausted body to also wash herself off.

After finishing the cleanup, Mu Wanwan thought about taking out a low-grade spirit stone from her pocket and placing it next to Mister Longs pillow. According to her memory, some powerful people could unconsciously absorb spiritual energy from spirit stones even in their sleep. Although she didnt know if the current Mister Long was able to absorb spiritual energy, she felt that she should give it a try anyway.