The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 482: Eat lotus seeds

When Mu Qiuniang rushed over, Jiang Nuo’s entire body was flushed red, looking like a boiled little lobster. Seeing this, she got both angry and frustrated: "Haven’t I told you so many times to be careful?"

"Honey..." As soon as Jiang Nuo heard her voice, he opened his slightly reddened eyes from holding it all in and feebly called out. Thank goodness his wife was already a Divine Separation Stage cultivator who could perform the "Thousand-Mile Trace"; otherwise, he truly would’ve been in trouble this time!

No one knew what kind of drug Lian Zhi used—its effects were so potent that even a cold bath proved entirely useless.

Mu Qiuniang pulled him out of the icy water without hesitation and, unconcerned about his naked state, hugged him as she strode out of the bathroom.

"Honey..." As soon as Jiang Nuo felt the touch of her hand, a cooling sensation rushed over him, bringing tremendous relief. Without a word, he leaned against his wife, rubbing against her.

Mu Qiuniang didn’t mind his wet body. A spell quickly removed all the water droplets from both of them, and she tossed him onto the bed.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nuo refused to let go, holding her tightly. Instead of being tossed away, she fell with him onto the large, soft white hotel bed.

"Honey, this feels so good..." Jiang Nuo clung to her, continuing to rub against her.

Feeling something uncomfortable between them, he instinctively used force to tug it away.

"Rip..."

Mu Qiuniang’s pink robe was torn to shreds by him.

Mu Qiuniang: "..." Did he really have to be so rough?

The roughness didn’t stop there. Jiang Nuo, his mind already somewhat muddled, only vaguely remembered one thing: no other woman was allowed to touch him—only his wife was permitted.

"Honey, you’re my wife, right?" After pressing Mu Qiuniang beneath him, he still managed to ask.

Mu Qiuniang felt both amused and exasperated: "Yes, I’m your wife!"

...

A fiery night unfolded, waves rolling until the dawn light peeked through the eastern skies.

Mu Wanlian and Mu Wanyu kept vigil all night.

Of course, to prevent Mu Wanyu from overhearing anything inappropriate and running off to echo it to others, Mu Wanlian cast a spell to block its hearing.

"Why did you seal my ears? I can’t hear you talking now," Mu Wanyu protested, feeling aggrieved.

Mu Wanlian, ever straightforward, conjured a lotus seedpod and handed it over to appease it.

As soon as Mu Wanyu saw the lotus seedpod, its disappointment instantly vanished. Happily accepting it, it peeled it open and began eating. After all, these lotus seeds were grown by Wanlian himself, and usually, it didn’t even get a chance to have them.

Now that Wanlian was willing to share, it wasn’t about to concern itself with why its ears were sealed.

Mu Wanlian sealed off his senses of the activity within the room, spreading his consciousness outward, closing his eyes, and meditating.

After finishing the lotus seeds, Mu Wanyu let out a satisfied belch. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

As expected, the seeds grown by Wanlian tasted better—packed with spiritual energy, nearly stretching its stomach from fullness.

Seeing Mu Wanlian meditating and cultivating, it joined him in meditation.

Mu Wanlian was the first to wake up and roused Mu Wanyu, who was also meditating, saying he’d take it out to buy food.

"Do we not need to wait for Dad and Mom? They’re still not awake yet," Mu Wanyu asked, puzzled after the seal blocking its hearing was lifted.

"No need. They were too tired last night; they need extra sleep!" Battling all night—how could they not be tired?

Besides, with Mom’s Space Ring, couldn’t they eat something light from it?

Better to let them worry less.

"Too tired? Didn’t Dad and Mom just go to sleep last night? Why would they be tired? Don’t tell me, they didn’t sleep and fought all night?"

"Yes, fought all night." Except, it was the fight of demons! Mu Wanlian replied with meaning beyond mere words.

Mu Wanyu didn’t understand.

It felt downcast. It seemed like it often didn’t understand Wanlian’s words. What could it do? If it kept being this dumb, would Wanlian stop liking it in the future? And besides, Wanlian had another beloved demon called Little Dragonfly!

Was Little Dragonfly much smarter than it?

This sense of dejection didn’t go away, even after Mu Wanlian ordered breakfast for it.

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"Mmm..." Mu Qiuniang rolled over, feeling a twinge of pain in her waist.

"What’s wrong, honey?" Jiang Nuo asked sleepily.

"My waist hurts!" Because they went overboard last night, Mu Qiuniang’s voice was slightly hoarse.

"Let me massage it for you!" Jiang Nuo yawned sleepily yet extended his hand to rub her waist, "Is the pressure enough? Want me to go harder?"

"Mmm~ No need, it’s just right," Mu Qiuniang murmured, her voice lightly tinged with pleasure.

Hearing her delightful tone, Jiang Nuo’s body began to awaken—or perhaps, a certain part of him was already wide awake, standing tall and saluting his wife.

Mu Qiuniang’s soft moan momentarily paused: "Your drug hasn’t worn off yet?" It had been half a night (the first half spent heroically "saving" her)—surely it should’ve dissipated by now?

"Honey, this drug isn’t so easy to get rid of..." Jiang Nuo’s throat bobbed.

Actually, he had wanted to say it was neutralized, but recalling his wife’s captivating submissive charm from last night, he altered his mind.

One hand continued massaging Mu Qiuniang’s waist; the other stealthily slid toward an unspeakable place, his voice turning deep and magnetic, "Honey, how about we go one more round?"

"My waist hurts!" Mu Qiuniang grabbed his wandering hand under the covers.

"But I really want to, honey, I really do..." He didn’t reclaim control of his hand, but his body moved closer, rubbing against her again. "Come on, honey, let’s go one more round. We can even dual cultivate while we’re at it. Early morning dual cultivation lets us absorb the first strand of Purple Energy from heaven and earth—great for cultivation, you know..."

The mention of the first strand of Purple Energy swayed Mu Qiuniang.

Strangely enough—even with her exceptional cultivation talent, she found it challenging to absorb the first strand of Purple Energy at sunrise each day. Yet for some inexplicable reason, when it came to Jiang Nuo, once he mastered the technique, taking in Purple Energy became as natural for him as breathing.

Whether through dual cultivation or simple meditation, as long as he practiced during this time, the Purple Energy would actively float to him, letting itself be absorbed.

Mu Qiuniang couldn’t help but feel envious: Was this what her senior brother had once described as envy-inducing people? This Heavenly Dao Child identity seemed far more useful than talent for cultivation, didn’t it?

And by dual cultivating with him at this time, thanks to him, she could also absorb more Purple Energy.

Thus, when Mu Wanlian returned with packed breakfast, timing his arrival perfectly, he immediately detected that the two inside had awoken and were engaged in something unsuitable for outsiders.

His first instinct was to seal Mu Wanyu’s ears.

"Wanlian Brother, why did you double-seal my hearing?" Mu Wanyu asked, perplexed.

Mu Wanlian handed it another lotus seedpod that he had grown himself.

Mu Wanyu holding the lotus seedpod: "..." Could this be Wanlian Brother’s new game? That only when my hearing’s sealed am I allowed to eat his lotus seeds?

Mu Wanyu decided it was a good child and should cooperate with Wanlian Brother.

Obediently clutching the lotus seedpod, it sat down by the hotel room door and began munching—playing the role of the seated Gate God.

Mu Wanlian carried the breakfast and stood beside it, playing the role of the standing Gate God.