Looking at the direction they were leaving, Duanmu Yawang's face didn't look good.

"Xiao Yawang, are you okay?"

Seeing Duanmu Yawang clutching her chest, the Brahma Sutra couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"fine."

Duanmu Yawang shook his head, using long sleeves as a cover, took out a bottle of medicine from the medical system, took two pills with his head up, and stood up straight and walked back to the Zhongyong Palace from a corner of the street.

"Xiao Yawang, who are those people, why do they shoot you as soon as they meet?"

Duanmu Yawang was very angry, "You won't know who it is, what else to ask?"

The old Brahma Sutra had a serious face, "Xiao Yawang, are you going to cause trouble?"

"You are making trouble!" Duanmu Yawang tried not to mention Gong Yulan as much as possible today. The appearance of the Brahma Sutra made her think of him all the time and became arbitrarily violent.

Today, the most important reason why she agreed to Bai Xi's resignation from the White House so happily was actually because of Gong Yulan.

"Go go, go aside, don't follow me."

"I don't want to follow you either." The Brahma Sutra voice was very aggrieved, "But the little old man here only knows you and the master, and at most he adds the little white deer. The little white deer is lying in your room without any energy at all. ."

"Where is your master?"

Duanmu Yawang stretched out her hand to rub her forehead, and asked with a headache.

"I don't know." The Brahma Sutra drooped his eyelids and said in a daze: "After coming out of your room, no one was seen. I came back halfway, said a word to me, and ran away."

"Run back halfway and say a word?"

"Yeah." The Brahma Sutra nodded, "That's what I just said to you to warn me."

Duanmuya looked at her side and meditated. Why did Gong Yulan stop her nerves, why would he suddenly come back and say such a word to the Brahma Sutra?

Duanmu Yawang didn't bother to think too much, and went straight back to the room.

After returning to the room, she wanted to take a nap, but her mind was confused and turned over and over on the bed, and she couldn't sleep at all.

Rolling around on the bed for a while, she sat up anxiously holding the quilt, and then read the book from the shelf.

After watching for a while, she finally calmed down.

Then, she remembered that she hadn't cultivated well for many days, and then she hadn't improved in her spiritual power and stayed at the previous stage of cultivation. The people from Zang Yuege came today and put another pressure on her.

She had just faced Zang Yuege and a few people, and if it was purely about spiritual power, she would have almost no power to fight back.

Therefore, the most important thing for her now, in addition to curing King Zhongyong, she must also make herself stronger as soon as possible.

"Vatican Sutra, did your master go to practice?" Duanmu Yawang went into concentration cultivation in the room. After cultivating for about an hour, there was no progress, so he stopped and asked the Buddhist scriptures: "Should we continue to that place tomorrow? Practice?"

"The master shouldn't be practicing."

"how do you know?"

: "The master is powerful. After he finishes his cultivation, he usually has a strong spiritual aura lingering. When he came back and said that to me at noon, there was no such breath in his body."

All right.

Looking through the book, Duan Muya suddenly felt that she was a little idle, and she said boredly: "The Buddhist scriptures, you said, your master doesn't know many people. If he didn't practice, where would he go?"

The Brahma Sutra shook his head, "I don't know."

He thought for a long time without understanding.

Ugh!

Duanmu Yawang sighed.

"Xiao Yawang, why are you sighing, you..."

However, before the words of the Brahma Sutra were finished, he suddenly felt a strong breath, his heart trembled, he said nothing, and ran away in a hurry.

When he ran, he still had a conscience. He remembered the little white deer who slept comfortably, holding his antlers, and running with him.

Duanmu Yawang watched Xiao Bailu disappear into the room, blinked his eyes twice, and was stunned.

Then, her mind flashed, thinking of something, and just about to react, she saw a tall figure in the mortal world.

Upon seeing this figure, Duanmuya looked at her face for a while, her hands tightly leaning on the quilt, and staring at him with big eyes: "What are you doing here? Didn't you let you in this morning?"

Gong Yulan stayed silent, looking at her with beautiful eyes.

Duanmuya hopes his heart is beating like thunder.

For some reason, I was suddenly very nervous.

Gong Yulan looked at her quietly for a while, her beautiful lips suddenly hooked, her ears were a little red, and she walked towards her step by step.

Duanmuya blinked her eyes, only feeling that this scene was a bit weird. She hugged the quilt and subconsciously hid in the corner of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

Gong Yulan twitched his eyebrows slightly.

"You, stop." Duanmu Yawang didn't like to let go of her evasive appearance, and said: "If you have anything, stand aside and say, I said, you can't get close to my bed in the future."

Gong Yulan stopped listening, and stopped for a moment.

Duanmu Yawang looked at him thinking that he had listened, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, a powerful force flashed by. She was panicked, and before she could react, she was hugged by Gong Yulan. Stop in your arms.

He sat steadily on the wide chair where the little white deer was lying.

And she was hugged and sat on his lap.

Duanmu Yawang was stunned.

"You have been out for a long time today." Gong Yulanzhi's beautiful nose rubbed her cheek lightly, her movements were gentle and nostalgic, and her voice was a little bit more complaining.

His scorching breath sprayed to her ears, Duan Muya looked at her ears and her ears trembled, her heart trembled somehow, and she immediately struggled, "Hey, what are you holding me to do, let go."

"Don't let go."

Gong Yulan steadily held her legs with her legs, put her arms around her waist, curled her lips and kissed her, and said, "Let's look at something."

"Um?"

see something?

"What are you looking at?"

Gong Yulan pulled out two books from his arms and handed them to Duanmu Yawang: "This."

The things on Gong Yulanzhi's body are all good things. Duanmu Ya looked around and thought it was a secret book, so he hurriedly took it. After taking a look, he found that they were two medicinal diet books.

She flipped it twice at random, and then threw it aside, "What a ghost, what's so good about this."

"You have to watch."

Gong Yulan Zhi's cold face was a little serious, "I have marked all the dishes inside. There are seven or eight in all. You take turns to cook them for me."

Duan Muya smiled when he heard it, with a cold smile: "Why do I want to eat for you?"

Damn, he treats her as an aunt in the kitchen, and orders her to cook for him like this?

Gong Yulan didn't seem to hear the coldness in Duanmu Yawang's voice, and the tips of his ears were a little red. He coughed lightly and said, "Well, my body is a little weak and needs tonic."

Is he weak?

Duanmu Ya looked at him from head to toe, and treated his words as a joke.