Gong Yulan stopped talking, and turned his cold eyes to Duanmu Yawang, "You did it?"

Duanmu Yawang, who was eating chicken legs, was a little surprised, and gave him a thumbs up, "Awesome, let's not say, you can even guess this, or you have clairvoyance and can see me cooking."

Gong Yulan pursed her lips, obviously not interested in her praise at all, and sat down on a stool beside the table with a cold face.

Uh!

The Brahma Sutra was stunned, but it was the first time that he saw his master so close to the table, "Master, you, would you like to eat?"

Duanmu Yawang also found it strange that he was not even close to the dinner table last time. This time he was willing to sit at the dinner table and his behavior was too abnormal. She swallowed the chicken thighs and asked, "Why don't you give you that pair of bowls? Come on chopsticks?"

Gong Yulan's eyes were cold and silent.

Duanmu Yawang has become accustomed to his cold and cold appearance, but somehow today, seeing his appearance makes him feel particularly unpleasant, rolls his eyes and said: "Don't just don't chant, what do you think of my face?"

After that, he turned around and ate his own food, not too lazy to look at him.

But Gong Yulan's eyes kept staring at the back of Duanmu Yawang's head, her lips tightening.

The Brahma Sutra blinked, and somehow, he saw the word grievance from his master.

However, as soon as the idea came out, he shook his head and waved it away. A joke, who is his master? Even if the world is wronged, he will not feel wronged!

Even so, he could not help suggesting: "Master, Xiao Yawang's cooking method is quite fresh, but it tastes very good, especially the wooden barrel chicken, which is tender and juicy, and the soup is delicious. You should try it. ..."

Before he could finish his words, Gong Yulanzhi glanced at him coldly. The Brahma Sutra stiffened and his voice stopped abruptly.

Gong Yulan glanced at the almost two dishes on the table, without saying anything, stood up quickly and left the table, went to Duanmu Yawang's bookshelf, took a book, and flipped it through.

The books in this room are all Duanmu Yawang wants to read. Maybe they will stay because of her favorite. According to his flipping book, the pages of the book may be torn by him at any time.

Duanmu Yawang thought of this, her heart was a little hot, but when she remembered the soul building fruit, she forcibly pressed down the sulky breath in her chest, and bowed her head to eat what she cooked seriously.

However, someone's turning of the book seemed to be getting harder and harder, and he made a loud noise, and there was really a page of the book torn.

Shit!

Duanmu Yawang reads the most books. Although she has the ability to remember the book, she loves books very much. She usually reads books, even if she reads them occasionally, even if she reads half of the book, she also uses special Bookmark the pages of the book and never fold the pages to mark them.

However, the book she loved so much was just casually broken!

Duanmu Yawang clenched her fists, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. It took a while before she forcibly suppressed the outburst of anger, and ate something to vent her anger.

The Brahma Sutra has never seen a naive master who turned the book to vent his anger. He was so angry that he didn't know why he was angry. He didn't dare to look at his master at all. He felt that the atmosphere was getting more and more weird. I don’t have to eat it later.

A large table of dishes, two chickens, two fishes, two cups of soup, two elbows, and a few dishes of small stir-fry. The amount is large, but Duanmu Yawang and Fanjing are like the wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and it takes less than a quarter of an hour. They will all be wiped out.

The speed is amazing.

The two of them who had finished eating had their stomachs squeezed, but they were also relieved.

Gong Yulan's destructive journey of turning over the book has not yet ended. Wow, after turning over one book after another, Duanmu Yawang can hear the sound of the page tearing and tearing every few seconds.

She kept holding it until she finished her meal and sipped a cup of tea. When Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a pile of tattered books thrown on the ground in front of her bookshelf, she finally couldn't bear it. No! Does my book have an enemy against you?"

As she said, she stood up against the case and walked towards him abruptly, trying to pull the book back from his hand.

Gong Yulan's ability to stop is super strong. She did it, and his body flashed and disappeared. When she turned her head to find someone, she found that he was still sitting on the spot.

Duan Muya looked so angry that she couldn't even speak, and while squatting down to pick up the book, she said angrily: "Where did I offend you? Are you going to toss my book like this?"

Gong Yulan pressed her beautiful thin lips without answering, her purple eyes stared at her as if she had done something heinous.

Duanmu Yawang couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw his appearance, and kicked him unbearably: "I said you have any dissatisfaction, just tell it. Why are you just staring at me?"

He thought she was the roundworm in his stomach, and she would know what he was thinking when he stared at her?

If it were normal, the Brahma Sutra would have jumped up to protect the lord when seeing Duanmu Yawang's hands on his master. However, looking at the distance between the two, he did not do so.

Because, he knew, no one could get close to him within three feet.

Unless he himself is willing to let people approach.

As for Duanmu Yawang's kick of his master, if his master is angry, I am afraid that Duanmu Yawang's whole person will become a pool of meat sauce.

However, she was fine. After kicking, she continued to curse while tweeting and finishing the books at the same time. But his master looked at her with no anger on his face, but he was even more aggrieved.

The Brahma Sutra sighed and suddenly felt that he had never known his master.

Although, he has long forgotten how many years he has been with him.

Duanmu Yawang angrily cursed Gong Yulan for several sentences. The books that were thrown on the ground were all sorted out. She squinted at the one in his hand and stretched out her hand: "Give me back."

Gong Yulan handed the book back to her blankly.

Duanmu Yawang snorted, flipped through the book, sorted out the thin pages in the book, flattened them, and put the book back in the shelf again.

After doing this, she stood up and looked at Gongyu Lanzhi and the Brahma Sutra with her arms folded, "I will continue to sleep after a short break, but I don’t have time to talk to you here. Now let me go back to your room. !"

The Brahma Sutra burped and looked at his master, "Master?" His meaning was obvious. He left, and he left.

Gong Yulan stopped speaking, stood up blankly, then walked over to Duanmu Yawang's bed, and lay down on the bed.

The Brahma Sutra sighed, his eyes were all clear, and there was no surprise at all.

Duanmu Yawang was completely speechless with anger.