"Brother Qingchen." Nangong Duo'er looked at Mu Qingchen and begged: "Sister Yu'er is injured. Can you help save her?"

Mu Qingchen didn't know if he didn't hear it or what it was. He didn't even look at her. He raised his eyes and stopped looking at Gong Yulan, then turned and left.

Nangong Duo'er was heartbroken, "Brother Qingchen!"

She has called her so many times, can't he give her a response?

"go back."

Gong Yulan Zhi retracted his gaze from Mu Qingchen, and looked at Duan Muya.

Duanmuya saw Zhu Jinyu start to sweat, her lips turned purple, and she felt that she was retribution, too lazy to fix her, so she nodded, "Okay."

Knowing that Duanmu Ya wanted them to leave, Zhu Jinyu became nervous and hurriedly begged the Brahma Sutra, "Little old man, I know it's wrong, can you please..."

"No!" The Brahma Sutra refused without waiting for her to finish.

Zhu Jinyu still had to speak, and in the blink of an eye, Duanmu Yawang and the other three were no longer visible.

"They are too much!"

Nangong Duoer looked at him, almost fainted. She saw that the place where Zhu Jinyu was being burned seemed to be getting darker and darker. She hurriedly said: "Sister Yu'er, let's think of something else, your wound seems It's getting worse."

If this continues, I'm afraid it will really be disfigured!

"First, take me back to the palace first."

Zhu Jinyu said with a weak breath, "I have one of the best scald medicine in the palace..." Although that scald medicine may not heal the wounds burned by real fire, but now it can only be a dead horse. .

She must not disfigure!

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On the other side, Duanmu Yawang and Gong Yulanzhi returned directly to her room.

"Owner!"

Little Bailu was sitting at the table, and when he saw Duanmuya, he looked at them and shook his arms, shouting in surprise.

"What is your thing?"

Duanmuya saw that he was holding a handful of grass-like things in his hand. This grass had a special fragrance. She sniffed it and liked it, forgetting that her hand was still being held by Gong Yulan. "That What is it?"

As he said, he had to walk over and look.

After just two steps, she was dragged back by Gong Yulan and slammed into his generous chest.

"hiss!"

Her nose was sore, she touched her nose and stared at him, "What are you doing!"

Gong Yulan stayed silent, stretched out her hand to hold her waist tightly, put her in his arms, bowed her head, and kissed her on the forehead.

Duanmu Yawang was stunned.

The brain crashed instantly.

She wondered, is it because of her stupidity, why she always can't keep up with Gong Yulan's thinking?

He first held her hand inexplicably, and now he hugged her and kissed her forehead...

Isn't this something for couples to do?

Neither she nor his friends are counted. Is his brain convulsed, or is he deliberately trying to take advantage of her?

She suddenly came back to her senses, gritted her teeth and struggled: "You let me go! You dare to take advantage of me, believe it or not I beat you all over the floor?"

"Don't move." He easily subdued her struggle, holding her tightly, "I want to hug you."

Duanmu Ya looked startled.

The two chests were close to each other, and she could almost hear the sound of his heartbeat, and the freshness of his grass and woods in the tip of her nose smelled very good, and her heartbeat missed a beat involuntarily.

She calmed down, Gong Yulan's lips curled slightly.

Seeing the two people embracing each other, both the Brahma Sutra and Xiao Bailu opened their mouths wide, and they hadn't closed them for a long time.

"Gurulu~"

When the room was quiet, Duanmu Yawang's stomach suddenly screamed.

The sound was quite loud, and everyone present heard it.

"Ahem!"

Duanmu Yawang coughed awkwardly and pushed Gong Yulan to stop, "Let go of me, I want to eat."

It was already past lunch time, and she wasted her brain power in class today. She was already hungry.

Gong Yulanzhi: "You do it?"

Duanmuya looked a little red, and suddenly turned away and was afraid to look at him, "Just let the butler send it over."

Gong Yulan stopped frowning.

The Sanskrit Sutra is simply Gong Yulan's stomach worms, and he coughed slightly, "Master, do you want to eat too? Would Xiao Yawang make it for you?"

Gong Yulan didn't answer, his eyes drooping, her extremely beautiful purple eyes staring at Duanmu Yawang, looking expectantly.

A pair of eyes closed, Duanmu Ya Wangmo was startled, and nodded.

Shit!

Duanmu Yawang was still regretting that she was doing well until a few vegetables were fried, why did she agree to stop cooking for Gong Yulan?

The weather is so hot now that cooking in the kitchen is nothing short of torture.

She only fried a few dishes, her cheeks were flushed, and she sweated a lot on her forehead.

She gritted her teeth and stared at the Brahma Sutra as she wiped her sweat, "Couldn't your host skip eating? What kind of wind has he caught recently and wants to eat?"

From entering the kitchen until now, Duanmu Yawang has been staring at him, and the Brahma Sutra is also full of grievances, and whispered: "You are not to blame."

You know, his master is only the food she cooks.

In the past, he was very repulsive of human food. Those low-level creatures were originally mixed with aura, and then they were processed by humans, and then they had a human aura, which became even more mixed.

Therefore, his master no longer wants to eat.

However, he had different expectations of Duanmu Ya.

He doesn't reject her breath at all, she has handled things, and his master seems to like it all.

Even the human food he hated was treated with Xianlu and she made it, so he could eat it.

Even though, he still can't bear the turbidity of human food, and will wash off the odor with fairy dew after eating.

The dishes were sizzling, and the sound of the Sanskrit scriptures was so low that Duanmu Yawang couldn't hear him, "What did you say?"

"No." The Brahma Sutra did not dare to tell her that sentence, and said hurriedly: "It's just that you cook so delicious."

"fart!"

Duanmuya rolled her eyes and didn't believe him at all.

Although she is not bad at cooking, she is a bit worse than the cook in the mansion.

For a meal, it took Duanmu Yawang almost an hour. She was so hungry that her **** stuck to her back, and she served the table at the vegetable side. Duanmu Yawang didn't care about anything, and gobbled it up, "I'm starving to death!"

As he said, he glared at Gong Yulanzhi fiercely.

Blame him, otherwise she could have eaten well!

Gong Yulan glanced at her, silently, carefully twisted his chopsticks, and ate gracefully.

Duanmuya looked at a chicken leg and glanced at him: "The chopsticks make it good."

The chopsticks were very stiff the last time I used them. This time I used them with ease and looked extraordinarily elegant.

She thought, although he didn't know who Gong Yulan was, he must be of very good origin.

Gong Yulan just glanced at her, reached out and put a wooden bucket of chicken into her bowl, then lowered his head to continue eating.

Uh!

Seeing his master's movements, the Brahma Sutra was so shocked that he almost swallowed his chopsticks.

Does his master know how to be considerate?