I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

In the end, Mu Wanwan decided to boil more water and help Mr. Long take a bath.

The room is large enough to fit a wooden barrel, but it may be a bit troublesome to remove it, but it should be more convenient than taking Mr. Long to the side hall?

Mu Wanwan thought about it, and glanced at Mr. Long's tail. She felt that she might not be able to carry it on her back. Even if she moved her back, Mr. Long's tail might be dragged on the ground. It would be better to get the water in.

Now his tail is about the same, and it has been a long time since he bleeds anymore, although there is less meat, the tip of the tail is gone. But the superficial layer of newborn translucent scales is soft and soft.

On the long tail of the dragon, there are some withered scales, the mermaid line can be clearly seen, and there are some light-colored golden scales on the waist, which has a very enchanting sense of temptation.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, but his eyes touched Mr. Long's white clothes, the indescribable object pulled by the spirit chicken, and the feeling of shyness disappeared in an instant.

Alas!

She looked at the cute but dirty little chicken with a little disgust, and went to the kitchen to boil hot water and prepare something for the bath.

It was the first time that she bathed the dragon. According to previous experience, Mr. Long’s scales would be harder in some places...

Mu Wanwan thought about it, and took the brush that he bought before he could use it!

She was actually a little nervous!

It's not just that she is nervous, but the dragon is even more nervous than her. He just thinks about what might happen next time, and he feels so stingy! Excited!

Even if he thought that Mengmeng was so cute, he actually took the little chicken to jump around him, and the dragon didn't feel angry at all!

I waited for a while with a red face, and released my spiritual knowledge. While watching the cute and struggling cuteness in the corner being smoked by the little chicken cubs, I admired the rare embarrassing time of a certain, while looking forward to waiting for the intimacy with his wife. Mr. Long was in a particularly good mood when he contacted him.

Although very shy, this should be something that must be done between husband and wife, right? She is already married to him, has slept with him in a bed, and has a token of love (dragon horn purse). If she bathes him again, she would agree to give birth to (?) little dragon cubs with him!

Mr. Long's heart beat fast, while spitting on his shameless act of pretending to be asleep, he secretly looked forward to it.

But soon, the divine sense detected a few people gradually approaching the yard, Mr. Long calmed down immediately, a sneer overflowed on his lips...

He was in a coma before and could not do anything to the people who came to find fault with his wife. Now, he is better. Although he still can't deal with Aoqin and the dragon guards, it is more than enough to deal with these women who want to bully his wife.

There are still some spirit stones at home now, which is enough to deal with them.

Mr. Long was darkly thinking about how to make the maids who bullied his wife a little while later. Mu Wanwan, who was boiling water in the kitchen, had a heart beating a bit fast. She carried the wooden barrel to the room and just put down the things for washing. The gate of the yard was knocked.

Mu Wanwan raised her heart suddenly, and several bad thoughts flashed through her mind. She even thought of whether Ao Qin came to trouble them, her voice was a little trembling, and she quickly took a big chunk. The veil covered the chicken cub and Mengmeng, "Mengmeng, don't make a noise."

The knock on the door outside was a bit quicker, mixed with the voice of Liu Liu, "Ma'am, it's me."

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, her mouth responded, and she quickly collected a few pots of Lingzhi from the yard into the Qiankun bag, even though her Qiankun bag was very low-level and could not be stored. Living creatures, but there shouldn't be any problems with Lingzhi for a few hours.

Mu Wanwan closed the door of the room, ran to the front of the courtyard, opened the door, and saw Fuliu and Hongye standing in front of the door.

"Madam, what are you doing, why haven't you opened the door for so long?"

Fu Liu frowned and his face was displeased. Hong Ye stood beside her, blinking friendly towards Mu Wanwan, it seemed that he was not here to find fault.

Mu Wanwan understands that the situation is better than people, and it is better to lower your head, "I was in the kitchen just now, sorry."

Fu Liu snorted and saw that she was wearing cheap cotton clothes. She had no ornaments on her black hair, and cloth shoes on her feet. She raised her eyebrows, "What is the madam doing delicious food? Is the meat of the Tier 4 demon cow, or is it stewing the soup of Tier 4 spirit pigeons?"

Her tone was sarcasm, and she was ridiculing Mu Wanwan's sourness everywhere.

It was also like a knife, stuck in Mr. Long's heart.

His divine consciousness spread, and he could see the fire-burning maid who had been trembling and would look so meek in front of him. She changed her body and wore clothes that were more than ten times better than his wife. She arrogantly laughed at his wife's diet.

Guilt is mixed with regret, like the pain of needle sticks.

He regrets that he only wanted to practice cultivation at first, and he never cared about these things.

He has made her mistakes, but now he wants her to pay for it.

Mu Wanwan was not in the room, and Mr. Long didn't conceal it anymore. He sat up halfway and lowered his eyes slightly. The dark eyelashes covered the pain in his eyes, his thin lips pressed, and the curse lines on his face were more hideous than usual.

"Tweet..." Mengmeng keenly felt the coercion in the room, and yelled uneasyly. The other three chicken cubs were even more frightened and squeezed into a ball, as if they were pinched by their necks, and could not make a sound .

Mr. Long picked up a middle-grade spirit stone beside the pillow with his long arms, his eyes were gentle for a moment...

This is what she gave him, and she earned it back for him.

...

At the gate of the courtyard, only Tier 2 strength Fuliu hadn't noticed at all, Mr. Long's divine consciousness had already diverged behind her, staring at her coldly, mixed with murderous intent.

She laughed happily, "Madam, you can't do this. How can you eat such expensive food? The Lord is still very crippled. You can't be so wasteful."

"It's just cooking some mortal food." Hearing her mentioning Mr. Long, the smile on Mu Wan's lips disappeared, but she said coldly.

"Ha ha." Fu Liu pursed her lips and chuckled, the disdain in her eyes was about to overflow, and she could only find a sense of presence here in Mu Wanwan.

Even though she seemed very powerful on Mu Wanwan's side, in fact, looking at the entire Dragon Mansion, she was nothing at all. When Mu Wanwan had just married in, Ao Qin would come and ask from time to time, she didn't dare to be too contemptuous to Mu Wanwan, after all, it would be no good if she filed a lawsuit with Master Ao Qin.

The same thing happened to Bai Shuiyao last time, but during this period of time, Master Ao Qin hardly asked about the yard. Her presence with Master Ao Qin became weaker, and her position in front of other maid chiefs in the mansion also increased. Come lower and lower.

Originally, everyone looked at strength, and she was not strong. But during this period of time, after being comradely, and suddenly returning to the past, Fu Liu felt very unhappy. She was unhappy, so she didn't want to make Mu Wanwan happy.

This time, according to the rules, it is here to send monthly bills.

Fu Liu's eyes flashed, "Don't be so cold, madam, I'm here to give you a monthly bill."

Hearing about the monthly case, Mu Wanwan was not so angry anymore. Counting days, it should indeed be the next monthly case. She smiled at Fu Liu, "Thank you."

Fu Liu was very happy, and took out a small cloth bag from her pocket, which looked very heavy, she reached out to hand it to Mu Wanwan, and Mu Wanwan reached out to take it.

But the next moment, when Fuliu's hand crooked, the small cloth bag rolled sideways to the ground. She didn't tie her pocket tightly, and all the silver and copper coins inside fell on Muwan's bent foot and fell to the ground.

Mu Wanwan suddenly raised her eyes to look at her, and Fu Liu had a pair of bright smiles, "Ah, madam, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Rao was Hongye who didn't want to help. Seeing this scene, she felt that the Liuliu was too much. She knew that the wife's monthly example was a middle-grade spirit stone and three low-grade spirit stones and some coins were added.

She originally thought that Fu Liu swallowed some low-grade spirit stones at most, but she didn't expect her to do it so absolutely.

"Madam, I'll help you pick it up." Although I felt that Fu Liu's approach was inappropriate, Hongye still didn't speak to Mu Wanwan, but bent down to help Mu Wanwan pick up copper coins.

Mu Wanwan clenched his fists and looked at the coins scattered all over the floor and Fu Liu's expression, really wanting to fight back.

But she still has dragons and hairy chirps, so she can't be impulsive.

"Thank you." She squeezed the thank you from her throat, "Now you can go."

She really wanted to beat up this pesky maid and then smash the money in her face.

Unfortunately she can't.

Mr. Long's spiritual consciousness gently surrounds his wife, and gently touched her cheek as if he were soothing.

Madam can't do anything to Fu Liu, he can.

"But madam, you haven't picked up the money..."

Halfway through Fuliu's words, I suddenly felt dizzy, like being pinched in the throat by something. The second half sentence "What if I didn't receive it?" He was stuck in his throat, and the whole person knelt on the ground uncontrollably. , Consciously picked up all the coins scattered on the ground in Mu Wanwan and Hongye’s somewhat surprised eyes, then took out two middle-grade spirit stones from his pockets and handed them to Mu Wanwan’s hand with a small cloth bag. in.

"Sister Fu Liu?" Hong Ye was so shocked, before he could react, he saw Fu Liu Chao Mu Wanwan bowing when he had just given the spirit stone.

"These are all Mrs.'s monthly rules." The voice floated out uncontrollably, and Fu Liu was vomiting to death. He watched his hands uncontrollably slapped him several times, "I will step back first."

Hongye hadn't reacted yet, the whole person was sluggish, looked at Mu Wanwan helplessly, only responded, and trot all the way to follow Fu Liu.

Mu Wanwan looked at Fu Liu's stiff limbs, and then at the Lingshi in his hand, feeling that he was a little stupid.

Why did Fu Liu suddenly change? Could it be an evil spirit?

No, how could you suddenly be wicked? Who is protecting her?

Is it Mr. Long?

No, it's wrong.

Mr. Long is still in a coma. According to the original plot, he can't do anything now.

Suddenly, the last time Moe Meng pecked out the plants on her neck suddenly flashed in my mind. Mu Wanwan suddenly realized that Mengmeng is not an ordinary tit, but a big hairy tweeting?

Can you control people's movements?

There was a bit of confusion in his mind, but Mu Wanwan couldn't help but laughed out loud, no matter who it was, there was no malice towards her, and...

It's really cool!

Fuliu slapped her own slap, and Mu Wanwan saw that there were slap marks on her face, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding, which was very refreshing.