753: 507.
Twin Kings_3 753: 507.
Twin Kings_3 Following that, the Fire System Array Pattern designed for heating was activated.
Soon, warmth began emanating, steam rolling in, turning the entire bathing pool misty.
Just like that, a hot spring was completed.
Dorothy stretched out a finger to test the water temperature, then nodded in satisfaction.
However, when she turned around and saw the two Lolis already tussling with each other, the smile on her face instantly froze.
Alas, Artie couldn’t hold back her temper, feeling ignored by Emora who took advantage of the mont Dorothy was filling the pool to mischievously poke at Little Fatty Dragon’s tail.
Although a dragon’s tail is a weapon in battle and doesn’t feel much when poked, that’s only in their dragon form.
When transford into human form, the tail is unexpectedly sensitive, more so than hands and feet.
For a dragon, external features such as tails, wings, and horns should not be casually touched by others when in human form; only those the dragon fully trusts are allowed to touch these parts.
But clearly, Artie was not that close in Emora’s heart yet, and even though Little Fatty Dragon was good-natured and a little timid, she was still angered by such a sneaky attack on her weak spot.
Not to ntion, she had just learned Martial Arts from Dorothy.
It is said that having a weapon gives rise to a willingness to use it, hence Little Fatty Dragon retaliated, and she was quite displeased…
Well, she rely gave Artie a gentle push.
Alright, after all, this is Emora, and that’s about as far as her anger goes.
And it really was a gentle push; she was very careful not to exert too much force, knowing full well that her Dragon Power was not sothing mortals could endure, so she kept it within human limits.
Yet even so, that level of force was too much for little Artie to handle, and the naughty little girl fell over with a smack.
Could this be tolerated?
Others might tolerate it, but Artie certainly could not—her fiery temper…
Thus, Artie was furious, Artie charged in, Artie lashed out, Artie began to cry out while covering her swollen hand.
Little Fatty Dragon struck back, sitting down on Artie, rendering the Artie player unable to stand up again, the Artie player started to cry…
The spectacle was as entertaining as a play fight.
And the Hobody Witch, who understood the whole sequence of events, was even more speechless.
Are these two really the past lives of the Witch King?
Tsk, I think the Witch World is in big trouble.
Dorothy was beginning to understand why Denisha had such a look of distaste when she talked about educating Artie.
If the young bodies of the Dragon King and the Devil King were similar back then, then Denisha truly had a hard ti.
However, Denisha only had to take care of one child at a ti, whereas the Hobody Witch was now looking after two children at once—more than doubling the difficulty.
Luckily, dealing with naughty children was her forte.
Dorothy wasn’t going to indulge the two little ones, she simply snapped her fingers to vanish their clothes, then grabbed each one and tossed them into the bath.
After two large splashes, the little ones surfaced, wobbling their short legs in the water, but Artie, having regained her freedom, truly didn’t learn her lesson—clumsy and playful as always, she was currently squirting water at Little Fatty Dragon with her mouth.
Seeing this, the Hobody Witch also covered her forehead with a hand, feeling quite helpless.
Artie, are you sure you want to have a war of words with a Great Dragon?
Seeing that Emora was about to even unleash Dragon Breath, Dorothy could only snap her fingers, shed her own clothes, and then stepped into the bath.
“You want to destroy this place?”
She gently punched the top of Little Fatty Dragon’s head, prompting her to close her mouth that was gathering Dragon Breath, and then the hobody witch scooped up the vigorously jumping Artie back into her embrace.
“Stop squirming, let help you wash your hair and see how dirty it’s gotten.”
She said this, looking at Little Lolita’s ssy hair with visible annoyance.
However, it seed that Artie was not too comfortable with this, as she tried to struggle.
“Don’t touch , I can wash myself.”
But unfortunately, the gap in strength was far too wide, and all of Little Lolita’s struggles were in vain.
In the end, after repeated failed attempts to break free, Artie resigned herself to her fate, lying flat like a salted fish in the arms of the tall, hobody witch, her head resting perfectly on a pair of natural cushions soft as clouds.
“You win, you bad woman.”
Her gaze was lifeless as she looked at the surface of the water.
Although Artie herself was not there willingly, the reflection on the water was exceptionally harmonious.
There were two figures, one large and one small, very similar to each other.
The adult holding the child, both with similar black hair and black eyes.
The only difference was probably that the exquisitely delicate Little Angel, looking like a porcelain doll, contrasted with the goddess-like figure embracing her seed a bit less in facial value.
Hmm, at first glance, it really did look like a mother and daughter.
“Hehe, you really do look like my daughter, just a bit uglier,” the hobody witch also saw the reflection in the water and teased.
Artie: “…..”
She wanted to curse back, but just looking at the blurred reflection on the water made her feel dizzy and light-headed, how could she dare to look directly at the bad woman behind her without her veil on.
Even she had to admit, this bad woman was indeed a tiny bit attractive.
“Tch, you’re not my mom.
I don’t have one of those, that despicable woman she….”
Artie tried to retort.
But Dorothy cut her off before she could finish.
“Alright, stay still.
Your hair really is beautiful, only slightly less so than mine.
That’s good, for a witch’s hair is often the best carrier of her strength.
The graduation Magic Wands of mature Great Witches are often made with their own strands as the Staff Core.
You need to take good care of your hair,” she spoke words that were completely foreign to Artie.
Artie, however, didn’t really care about that, feeling the gentle hands on her head, she slowly subrged the lower half of her face into the bath, idly blowing bubbles for amusent.
This was her first experience of being washed by soone else, but it wasn’t as unpleasant as she had imagined.
anwhile, next to them, Little Fatty Dragon had spread out her limbs into a character “木” shape and was happily drifting here and there in the pool, using her tail as the propeller.
…The witches’ bathing ti…
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