I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Part 47

In the end, Mu Wanwan rubbed with Mao Chuo and the dragon. I don't know what kind of titmouse Mao Chu was. He seemed to like water very much. While tweeting, he flapped his wings and paddled the water in a wooden bucket. Happy.

To take care of it, Mu Wanwan didn't brush the scales for Mr. Long. After completing a simple cleaning, he let the dragon soak in the bucket. First, he dried Mao Tweed with a kerchief and stuffed it into its exclusive. Small bed.

In order to prevent Mengmeng from running around, Mu Wanwan tied its claws this time.

"Tweet!" Mengmeng yelled half-excitedly, lying on the small cushion very comfortably, and it turned into a fragrant little tweet again, which is gratifying.

Mu Wanwan rubbed his sore shoulder, sighed, and walked to the side of the wooden barrel, ready to get the dragon up too.

She took a large piece of kerchief and wiped Mr. Long's hair first, and wiped it until it was half dry. The water in the wooden bucket was also a bit cold. Mu Wanwan put away the cushion on the bed and prepared a piece of it before laying it on. Nice big towel.

It is more difficult to get the plant dragon out than to get it in. With the help of the "comatose" Mr. Long, Mu Wanwan still carried the person out smoothly.

She hugged his waist and moved to the bed with difficulty. Because of her height, his tail was inevitably dragged to the ground.

But Mr. Long didn't think there was anything. He felt that he was only leaning on his wife's back and the waist being held by her.

It's still that kind of crisp, so flirty feeling.

"It's so heavy..." Mu Wanwan hugged the dragon, only feeling that her waist was about to break. She moved towards the bed in small steps, and the dragon on her body was all water.

Mr. Long heard her breathe slightly in his ear, and the whole dragon couldn't bear it.

But he seems to be really too heavy, and his wife looks very hard.

Mr. Long was a little reluctant, so he quietly imposed a law on himself.

Where did Mu Wanwan think that the dragon in her arms suddenly became lighter, and she still maintained her previous strength, plus there was a lot of water on the ground, she didn't control it all at once, and she fell on the bed with the dragon.

Mr. Long hit the jade bed with his back and made a "bang" sound.

But he didn't feel any pain because of the thick skin and thick flesh. He only felt that her body temperature passed through the semi-wet clothes, soft and soft, and suddenly pressed on him.

Mu Wanwan was lying on Mr. Long's chest, and his cheeks directly touched his skin. Because he was holding his waist before, the whole person was attached to him.

Mr. Long felt what should be felt and should not be felt.

Mr. Long's face turned red all at once.

He didn't dare to move the whole dragon at all, for fear that he would do something bad.

Mr. Long is getting familiar, and Mu Wanwan's feeling is not very good either.

Her hand hurt a bit, her thigh was against his tail, and his scales were very hard. The sudden slip just now made her feel that her leg was worn out and lost consciousness.

She hurriedly got up from Mr. Long, supporting his abdominal muscles with her hands, and she didn't care about the lonely widow and widow who couldn't bear it. She crawled to the side and breathed in pain.

Listening to her painful gasp, Mr. Long recovered from the indescribable touch. He let out his consciousness, watching her hang her head, shaking her red hand, and touched the torn clothes. Feel guilty.

Although he didn't mean it, he did make her hurt.

Mr. Long's eyelashes trembled, and he blamed himself...

He should be careful.

Mu Wanwan didn't think so much. After a while, she felt better. She rubbed the dragon dry and began to clean up. She had been busy for a long time before finishing everything.

...

The weather in the next two days was not bad, although the temperature dropped, but fortunately it didn't snow, Mu Wanwan counted the days, took the Lingzhi and embroidery that had survived the past ten days, and went out.

She went out very early, the sky was gray, and there was no one guarding her outside the palace.

Mu Wanwan found Hongye all the way to the side hall where the servant lived.

She was a little different from when she was behind Fu Liu last time. There was a little more black under her eyes, and she was more energetic.

Seeing Mu Wanwan approaching, Hongye stopped talking, blinked at her, and trotted all the way to bring the ox cart.

Mu Wanwan guessed that she had something to say, and waited until the ox cart left the barrier of the mansion and reached a place with few people on the road, Hong Ye said mysteriously.

"Madam, did you move your hand?"

Mu Wanwan was stunned, and her heart moved, guessing that what she was going to say later must be related to the frustration of Fuliu last time, but it still didn't show up on the surface, and she just said, "What?"

Hongye said, "Last time we didn't send you a monthly bill. After we came back, it was not normal to brush the willow."

"She actually ran to the edge of the forbidden area. When Master Ao Xue came back from practicing, she threatened that Master Ao Xue was the little white face of the Qinglong clan and had no strength. It was because she had a relationship with Master Ao Qin that she was granted a place to practice in the forbidden area."

"Master Ao Xue had a bad temper and turned into a dragon on the spot and swallowed people."

Hongye shuddered as he said, "It's too cruel, just yesterday."

Mu Wanwan also felt a little trembling when she heard it. She wondered why the weather was pretty good yesterday, but it suddenly went dark for a while in the evening. It turned out that it was not a shower, but someone turned a dragon.

Many thoughts flashed in her mind, and Mu Wanwan cooperated and said with fear, "Swallow it directly? It's too cruel. Did Fuliu offend someone? He was poisoned."

Hongye listened to her tone, but believed that it was not made by Mu Wanwan. After all, she could feel that this lady is a real waste. If she really has the ability to drive people, she would not have been bullied by Bai Shuiyao before. Nor would he be bullied by Fu Liu for so long.

I am afraid...

Fu Liu was really murdered.

"Maybe." Hongye and Mu Wanwan talked about what happened to Fuliu. The two of them talked all the way, and soon arrived at the market.

After bidding farewell to the red leaves that had been feeding the cows as usual, Mu Wanwan paid the entrance fee and went to the shop of Uncle Zong.

The shop door was half open, and Uncle Zong was waiting in the shop, even Yun'er, wearing thick clothes, took a nap behind the counter.

"Girl, here comes." Uncle Zong put a smile around his eyes, and pushed his partner beside him, "Yun'er, here comes the girl."

Hearing his voice, Aunt Yun opened her eyes and greeted Mu Wanwan with a smile, while Uncle Zong stood up from behind the counter and closed the store door.

"Uncle Zong, Aunt Yun." Mu Wanwan estimated that they were waiting for themselves, put down the back basket, there was no ink, and took out the prepared second-order green star grass and Baizhen fruit.

"Good, good!"

Uncle Zong looked a little excited, and even said a few good things, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Mu Wanwan touched the curtain hat, "Uncle Zong, look..."

Uncle Zong laughed haha, "Naturally, I won't lose you."

"But girl, uncle has something to tell you." Uncle Zong's face became solemn, "Didn't I tell you before, I want to go to the auction?"