Finally, Mu Wanwan decided to boil more water and give Mr. Long a bath.

The room was big enough to hold the wooden barrel, but it might be a bit troublesome to take it away. But it should be more convenient than carrying Mr. Long to the side hall.

Mu Wanwan thought about it and looked at Mr. Long's tail. She felt that she might not be able to carry him. Even if she could, Mr. Long's tail might drag on the ground. It would be better to get the water in.

His tail is almost grown now and has not bled for a long time. Although there is less meat and the tip of the tail is gone. But there is a layer of new translucent scales on it, which are soft.

On the long dragon tail, there are some withered yellow scales, and the mermaid line can be clearly seen. There are some light golden scales on the waist, which has a very seductive and tempting feeling.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed, but her eyes touched the indescribable object pulled by the spirit chicken on Mr. Long's white underwear, and the shy feeling disappeared instantly.

Ugh!

She looked at the cute but slightly dirty little chicken with a little disdain, and quickly went to the kitchen to heat water and prepare things for bathing.

It was her first time to bathe a dragon. According to previous experience, some parts of Mr. Long's scales would be harder...

Mu Wanwan thought about it and took the brush she had bought before but had not had time to use →_→

She was actually a little nervous!

Not only was she nervous, a certain dragon was even more nervous than her. He felt so excited just thinking about what might happen next. He

also thought that Mengmeng, this furry chick, was so cute. She actually brought her little chicks to jump around on him, and Long didn't feel angry at all!

After waiting for a while with a red face, he was conscious, watching Mengmeng struggling in the corner because she was a little uncomfortable with the chicks, enjoying the rare wolf time, and looking forward to the intimate contact with his wife later. Mr. Long was in a particularly good mood.

Although he was very shy, this should be something that a couple must do, right? She has married him, slept in the same bed with him, and has a token of love (dragon horn purse). If she bathes him again, it means that she agrees to have a dragon cub with him (?)!

Mr. Long's heart beat very fast. He spit on his shameless behavior of pretending to sleep, and secretly looked forward to it.

But soon, his consciousness detected that several people were gradually approaching the yard. Mr. Long calmed down immediately, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

He was unconscious before, and he could do nothing about the servants who came to pick a fight with his wife. Now, he is better. Although he still can't deal with Ao Qin and the dragon guards, he is more than enough to deal with these women who want to bully his wife.

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

Mr. Long was darkly thinking about how to make the maids who bullied his wife suffer. Mu Wanwan, who was boiling water in the kitchen, had a heartbeat a little faster. She carried the wooden barrel to the room, and just when she put down the toiletries, someone knocked on the gate of the yard.

Mu Wanwan's heart suddenly lifted up, and several bad thoughts flashed through her mind. She even thought about whether Ao Qin came to trouble them. Her voice was a little trembling. She quickly took a large handkerchief to cover the spirit chicken and Mengmeng, "Mengmeng, don't make a sound."

The knocking on the door outside became more urgent, mixed with Fu Liu's voice, "Madam, it's me."

Mu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, responded with her mouth, and quickly put several pots of spirit plants that she had not yet collected from the yard into her Qiankun bag. Although her Qiankun bag was very low-level and could not store living things, it should be no problem to keep the spirit plants for a few hours.

Mu Wanwan closed the door of the room, ran to the gate of the yard, opened the door, and saw Fu Liu 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, looking unhappy. Hong Ye stood beside her and winked at Mu Wanwan in a friendly way. It seemed that she was not looking for trouble.

Mu Wanwan knew that the situation was stronger than the person, so it was best to bow her head. "I was in the kitchen just now, sorry."

Fu Liu snorted. Seeing that she was wearing cheap cotton clothes, with no decorations on her black hair, and cloth shoes on her feet, she raised her eyebrows. "Madam, what delicious food are you making? Are you eating the meat of the third-level demon bull, or stewing the soup of the fourth-level spirit pigeon?"

Her tone was sarcastic, mocking Mu Wanwan's poverty everywhere.

It was also like a knife stabbing into Mr. Long's heart.

His consciousness expanded, and he could clearly see the fire-making maid who used to be trembling with fear, extremely docile and obedient in front of him, now she had changed, wearing clothes that were ten times better than his wife's, and arrogantly mocking his wife's diet.

Guilt mixed with regret was like the pain of needles.

He regretted it so much. He only wanted to cultivate himself and never cared about these things.

He made a mistake, but now she had to pay for it.

Mu Wanwan was not in the room, so Mr. Long did not hide it anymore. He half sat up, lowered his eyes slightly, his black eyelashes concealed the pain in his eyes, his thin lips were pursed, and the curse marks on his face were more sinister than usual.

"Chiu..." Mengmeng was sensitive to the pressure in the room and cried in a low voice. The other three chicks were even more scared and huddled together, as if their necks were being strangled, unable to make any sound.

Mr. Long raised his arm and picked up a medium-grade spirit stone placed beside his pillow. His eyes softened for a moment -

this was given to him by her, and she won it back for him.

...

At the gate of the courtyard, Fu Liu, who was only at the second level, did not notice that Mr. Long's consciousness had already spread behind her, staring at her coldly, mixed with murderous intent.

She laughed happily, "Madam, you can't do that. How can you eat such expensive food? The king is still very powerful. You can't waste it like that."

"I'm just cooking some food for mortals." When she mentioned Mr. Long, the smile on Mu Wanwan's lips disappeared, and she just said coldly.

"Hehe." Fu Liu pursed her lips and chuckled, and the disdain in her eyes was about to overflow. She could only find a sense of existence here in Mu Wanwan.

Don't think that she seems to have a lot of power here in Mu Wanwan. In fact, looking at the entire Long Mansion, she is nothing at all. When Mu Wanwan had just married into the family, Ao Qin would come over from time to time to ask about her affairs, so she didn’t dare to be too disrespectful to Mu Wanwan. After all, it would be bad if she complained to Lord Ao Qin.

The last time with Bai Shuiyao was the same, but during this period of time, Lord Ao Qin hardly asked about the affairs of this courtyard. Her presence in Lord Ao Qin’s eyes became weaker, and her status in front of other maids in the mansion became lower and lower.

Originally, everyone looked at strength, and she was not strong. But during this period of time, she had been treated with courtesy all the time, and suddenly she was back to the past. Fu Liu felt very unhappy. When she was unhappy, she didn’t want to make Mu Wanwan happy.

This time, according to the rules, I came to deliver the monthly allowance.

Fu Liu's eyes flashed, "Madam, don't be so cold, I'm here to deliver the monthly allowance to you."

Hearing about the monthly allowance, Mu Wanwan was not so angry. Counting the days, it was indeed time for the next monthly allowance. She smiled at Fu Liu and said, "Thank you."

Fu Liu felt very happy. She took out a small cloth bag from her pocket. It looked very heavy. She stretched out her hand to hand it to Mu Wanwan, and Mu Wanwan also stretched out his hand to take it.

But the next moment, Fu Liu's hand tilted, and the small cloth bag rolled sideways to the ground. She didn't tie the bag tightly, and the silver and copper coins in it all fell on Mu Wanwan's feet and rolled all over the ground.

Mu Wanwan suddenly raised her eyes to look at her, and Fu Liu's eyes were full of smiles, "Ah, Madam, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Even Hongye, who didn't want to help at first, felt that Fu Liu was going too far after seeing this scene. She knew that Madam's monthly allowance was one medium-grade spirit stone, three low-grade spirit stones and some coins.

She originally thought that Fu Liu would at most swallow some low-grade spirit stones, but she didn't expect her to be so extreme.

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

Mu Wanwan clenched her fists, looking at the coins scattered on the ground and Fu Liu's expression, she really wanted to fight back.

But she still had Long and Mao Jiu, so she couldn't act impulsively.

"Thank you." She forced the thank you out of her throat, "You can go now."

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

Unfortunately, she couldn't.

Mr. Long's consciousness gently surrounded his wife, and gently touched her cheek as if to comfort her.

His wife couldn't do anything to Fu Liu, but he could.

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

Fu Liu was halfway through her words when she suddenly felt dizzy, as if something was strangling her throat. The second half of the sentence "What if they say they didn't receive it?" was stuck in her throat. She knelt on the ground uncontrollably. She was conscious and picked up all the coins scattered on the ground under the surprised eyes of Mu Wanwan and Hongye. Then she took out two medium-grade spirit stones from her pocket and handed them to Mu Wanwan in a small cloth bag.

"Sister Fu Liu?" Hongye was extremely shocked. Before she could react, she saw Fu Liu, who had just given the spirit stones, bowed to Mu Wanwan.

"These are all Madam's monthly allowances." The voice floated out uncontrollably. Fu Liu felt sick to her stomach. She watched helplessly as her hands slapped herself several times uncontrollably. "I'll leave first."

Hongye hadn't reacted yet. She was dazed. She looked at Mu Wanwan helplessly, responded with just one word, and followed Fu Liu at a trot.

Mu Wanwan looked at Fu Liu's stiff body leaving, then looked at the spirit stone in his hand. He felt a little stupid.

Why did Fu Liu change suddenly? Was she possessed by evil spirits?

No, how could she be possessed by evil spirits all of a sudden? Is there someone protecting her?

Could it be Mr. Long?

No, that's not right.

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

Suddenly, the last time Meng Meng fiercely pecked out the plant on her neck flashed in her mind, and Mu Wanwan suddenly realized, could it be that Meng Meng is not an ordinary tit, but a big Maojiu?

Can it control people's movements?

Her mind was a little confused, but Mu Wanwan couldn't help laughing out loud. No matter who it was, they didn't have any ill will towards her, and...

it was really cool!

Fu Liu slapped herself in the face, and there were slapping sounds. Mu Wanwan saw that her face was covered with slap marks and the corners of her mouth were bleeding. She felt very good.

The author has something to say: Mu Wanwan: "Meng Meng, thank you, it must be you who slapped me in the face." Mao

Tuan: "Jiujiu!"

Mr. Long: "???"