I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating: 46|Forty-six dragons

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Mu Wanwan took the spirit stone and closed the door to the yard. After thinking about it, he still didn’t put the spirit plant in the yard and moved it to the room.

She put away the unexpected monthly routine, packed up the coins, and placed the spiritual stone beside Mr. Long’s pillow——

He was lying on the bed properly, his expression the same as when she went out.

"Mr. Long, did you do this?" Mu Wanwan couldn't help but ask. Naturally, she didn't get any response. However, after she finished speaking, Mao Jiu, who was covered by the veil, let out a clear cry. .

"Chirp! Chirp!"

Mu Wanwan quickly put down the spirit stone, walked to Mao Tuan, and lifted the veil.

"Chirp..." The coercion disappeared and there was air. Mengmeng finally didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore. She didn't care about the smelly chicks around her. She lay on the ground as if she was relieved, showing her humanity. It turned into a chirping sound like a sigh.

In Mu Wanwan's eyes, it looked like he was paralyzed from exhaustion.

She felt distressed immediately, untied Mengmeng, reached out and touched his little head with her fingers, "Mengmeng, is it you?"

Mengmeng didn’t know anything. Mengmeng was innocent. Mengmeng blinked her black eyes and rubbed Mu’s curved palm enthusiastically.

Its performance is as if it is saying - "Mengmeng did it!"

My eyes were a little softer, and Mu Wanwan said softly, "Mengmeng is really great!"

A certain dragon who watched everything secretly with his spiritual consciousness said: "..."

It’s this chirp again! !

Mr. Long felt extremely wronged. He really wanted to open his eyes and say it was him who did it, but he was afraid that his wife would be scared if he woke up suddenly.

The most important thing is that the lady hasn’t bathed him yet.

Forget it, he tolerates it!

Mr. Long pursed his lips, no matter whether his heart had turned into lemon or not, his body remained still, listening to her words with sourness.

She was timid and helpless. Sadly, when her consciousness saw her saying "Thank you Maojiu, she is very happy", her aggrieved mood gradually dissipated.

He listened with his ears pricked up, listening to her worry that Fuliu would retaliate, but he was not worried in his heart——

How could he just let the maid slap him a few times and expose her offense and contempt towards the madam? It is even more impossible to give her a chance to cause trouble. Soon after she returns, she will probably be thrown out for committing suicide.

Soon after being thrown out, you may find that the spiritual energy in your Dantian is reduced by one point, and you will no longer be able to practice.

Mr. Long thought darkly, he is not the kind of merciless dragon, no matter if Mao Jiu takes the credit this time, what if Madam knows that he did it and thinks he is a cruel dragon?

Thinking about this, the last trace of depression in my heart was replaced by joy.

Hehe, this furry chirp seems to be very happy. In a few days, he will be punished by his bad wife.

If Mengmeng knew that she was taking the blame again, she would definitely cry. It’s really too miserable to take so many blames for the bad dragon when Jiu didn’t understand what he was doing. After all, it was just an innocent dragon. The cub is a few months old!

Mu Wanwan was a little worried, but as things were already like this, she could only accept it. Without wasting time, she comforted Mao Jiu and went to the kitchen to get hot water.

Back and forth several times, the sound of adding hot water was like the sound of a suona to welcome a bride. It was lively and filled with uncontrollable joy and expectation.

Mu Wanwan made preparations, put a few warm stones in the barrel, moved a small bench next to the barrel, and then prepared to pick up the plant dragon and throw it into the barrel.

Aware that she was getting closer and closer to him, Mr. Long’s nervous ears kept trembling.

Mu Wanwan was also a little embarrassed, but seeing the dirt on Mr. Long’s clothes, her embarrassment turned into a desire to clean. She reached out and untied Mr. Long’s clothes with disgust. With a little chicken's smelly belt, he reached out to support his shoulders, took off the obscene clothes that Long had put on before, and threw them on the ground.

When his skin came into contact with the slightly cold air, Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled. Although he was just taking off his clothes normally, he felt that his wife was touching him.

"Mr. Dragon, you're so dirty." Before Mu Wanwan had time to admire a certain dragon's tightly arranged abdominal muscles and veritable mermaid lines, he saw that the stench of the chicken baby was actually a little bit on him.

Hey!

Any mood to appreciate the beauty was gone. Mu Wanwan frowned slightly, hurriedly picked up the handkerchief put aside and wrapped his palms. Then like a strong man, he held Mr. Long’s tail in one hand and Mr. Long’s tail in the other. Putting it under his neck, he picked up the dragon princess with difficulty.

Mr. Long pretended to sleep innocently, like a large Barbie doll, letting his wife play with him.

"It's so heavy." This was the first time Mu Wanwan fully hugged Long. She felt that the dragon in her arms was as heavy as the pressure of life that was about to crush her.

When Mu Wanwan finally put the dragon into the barrel with difficulty, half of her clothes were wet.

The well-behaved Mr. Dragon sat in the wooden barrel with a red face and his tail folded. He could completely fit Mu's crooked wooden barrel, but he could only hold most of the dragon.

Although Mr. Long's tail lacks the tip, it is still quite large when coiled up. Half of his chest is exposed, and his long black hair is hanging down and soaked in the water.

The mist was steaming, making the whole dragon turn pink.

Mu Wanwan felt that her waist could no longer bear it, and she gasped for air. It was too much trouble to give Mr. Long a bath, okay?

She sighed and rolled up her sleeves, revealing two white arms.

Her skin is really good=w=

Mu Wanwan couldn't help but touch her slippery arms. Ever since she secretly kissed Mr. Long last time and drank the dragon's blood to advance her strength, she felt that her skin was getting better and better.

A fair arm pressed Mr. Long's shoulders and helped a certain dragon adjust his posture. Mu Wanwan was about to take a water ladle to give the dragon a bath.

This time I simply washed my hair together. Mu Wanwan touched Mr. Long’s long hair, scooped up a ladle of water, and slid it along his long hair, down his collarbone, and into the water. Mu Wanwan stretched out his hand. She pushed back a strand of his hair and put it right on his shoulder, which had turned red at some point.

Her face turned red immediately.

In fact, this is not the first time she has done this kind of cleaning, and a certain dragon has not done it now (whew——), so her feeling is probably that from the beginning of embarrassment to the subsequent breaking of the jar, it was not for the dragon Take a shower? It's still a plant dragon, and she doesn't want to do anything to him, so she doesn't have to feel any psychological burden at all! !

Mu Wanwan convinced herself hard and tried her best to just wash herself without looking at it. She took an ordinary plant that she had bought for cleaning before, squeezed out the juice from the full leaves, rubbed it in the palm of her hand, and prepared When the paste reached Mr. Long's furry ears, I caught a glimpse of his water-stained eyelashes and red lips, and then looked at the terrible white juice in my hand...

Mu Wanwan: "..."

See no evil, see no evil.

She is very simple. She has no other ideas. It’s strange that she never thought there was anything wrong with this plant’s super cleansing juice before. qwq

With his cheeks feeling hot, Mu Wanwan quickly dipped his hands in water to rub out the foam, and quickly gave Long a bath.

She felt a little uncomfortable and ambiguous, and Mr. Long was no longer able to do it.

My patience is about to reach its limit.

He knew that Madam was very soft, but he didn't expect her to be so soft.

He knew that Madam was very gentle, but he didn't expect her to be so gentle.

Although it was just simple cleaning without any other thoughts, he couldn't help himself.

The warm fingertips, with slightly scalding hot water, followed his ears, which are sensitive to temperature and humidity, all the way down...

The curse has not completely subsided, and his meridians are a little dull, but Mr. Long can already feel his blood flowing back and his whole body is boiling.

......

"Well..."

While Mu Wanwan was rubbing Long’s ears, she suddenly heard a low and patient voice. She stiffened immediately and looked at Mr. Long’s face in disbelief——

Although his cheeks were very red, his brows were still furrowed and his lips were pursed. His face was in pain, and he didn't look like he was awake.

Did she hear wrongly?

Mu Wanwan rubbed Long's ears a few more times, tentatively and repeatedly. She did not hear any other sounds, so she gradually felt relieved.

That's right. She has only been here for a short time. Mr. Long couldn't have woken up so quickly, right?

Mr. Long endured it hard, feeling that every second was torturous, and he wanted time to pass slower and slower.

He made no sound. Mu Wanwan successfully cleaned his ears and hair. After rinsing, Mr. Long turned into a decent dragon again.

"Would you like to brush your scales?" Mu Wanwan's low voice followed Mr. Long's eardrums and exploded with crackling electric sparks~

Wash, wash scales?

Wouldn’t that be...

Will you encounter some places that you shouldn't encounter?

Is it too fast?

Mr. Long thought that he was not prepared to do it so quickly.

But if Madam, if Madam wants.

He, he can do it too.

Mr. Long's mind is gradually slipping to the edge of danger. Mu Wanwan has no idea about the bad thoughts of a bad dragon. She is really considering rubbing her scales from a hygiene perspective.

After all, I haven’t washed it in more than a month, and Long probably likes to be clean, right?

She held the brush, but before she started, she heard the crisp sound of fur chirping in her ears——

"Chirp!!"

Mengmeng, who had been left out in the corner, smelled the fragrance of plants washed away by water in the air, and had no intention of comforting the three chickens who were frightened by Mr. Long's pressure. , raised his little wings and smelled the smelly hair on his body, ah, the clean-loving little Jiu couldn't stand it!

After Mu Wanwan untied the rope before, Mengmeng was not **** again, so Mengmeng could move freely.

"Chirp!" Mengmeng also wants to take a shower!

So, a certain dragon, who was still immersed in the lady's gentle touch, and a scrubber, Mu Wanwan, who was extremely tired with a brush, were splashed with water on their faces by Maojiu, who was getting fatter and fatter in the next second.

Mr. Long, who was forced to wake up from his charming thoughts: "......"