After Hall Master Bamboo left, Duan Mu Ya looked back to Bai Xici's room, took another blood sample, explained a few words to Guan Shi, and returned to the house.

After returning, she began to develop a catalytic system around the clock.

Of course, no matter how busy she is, she still takes time to see Duanmu Liguang every day.

He was a master in the Flowing Fire Empire. Although his lower body was paralyzed, his physical condition was still very good and he recovered very quickly.

In this way, two days passed.

After developing and updating the catalytic system several times around the clock, she finally exploded the poisonous insects in the blood sample in advance.

She was filled with joy, extracted the venom, and was about to develop an antidote based on the venom, when a cold and stern thing was pressed against the back of her neck.

sword.

This word came to Duanmu Yawang's mind immediately.

"A good man." The breath behind her was strong and oppressive, and her ability was far above her. She put down the instrument in her hand and raised her hand in a surrender gesture: "We have something to say, don't rush to do it!"

Even if you want to fight, should you leave this room and fight?

In her room, there are now all medical instruments taken out of the medical system. Of course, these are not important. The most important thing is the venom she just got.

Bai Xici still depends on it to save his life!

"Now tell me, can you save Xiaoci?"

The voice behind him was low and cold.

Duanmu Ya looked at it and knew who it was. He breathed a sigh of relief and said helplessly: "Lord Baibao, if you have anything to praise, just say it well, as soon as you show up, do it to me, is it suitable?"

Although it took a little longer, she was really helping Bai Xici anyway?

Bai Ting's intention is clear: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Yes!" Not only did the sword on her neck not move away, but the more he pressed it, the tighter she felt. The pain and blood on her neck told her that the sword's edge must have entered the flesh, and she couldn't bear it: "Can you take the sword away and kill first If it hurts or hurts me, Xiao Xici is really hopeless!"

When her words fell, Bai Tingzhi had no time to react, a powerful breath pressed over, his chest was choked, and a bloodshot spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the sword in his hand turned into powder at the same time, falling silently...

At the same time, Duanmu Yawang was hugged tightly into a familiar but trembling chest.

Duanmu Yawang was taken aback, then raised her head: "Gong Yulan Zhi? Why are you back?"

Gong Yulan remained silent, his cold lips pressed slightly, and he hugged her tightly.

He was shaking.

Duanmu Yawang noticed it, her heart was warm and sour, so she hugged him back, patted him and was soothed softly: "It's okay, I'm okay, don't worry."

Gong Yulan stopped speaking, trembling slightly, and it took a while to gradually calm down.

He touched the top of her hair, his purple eyes stared at the slender blood stain on the back of her neck. For a moment, it seemed to be an eyesore. The slender fingertips lightly touched it, the blood stain disappeared instantly, and the skin became white and crystal clear.

Gong Yulan calmed down, bowed his head, and kissed lightly on it.

"Eh!" Duanmuya blushed and pushed him: "Don't you!"

Now it’s not just the two of them in the room, the Little Bailu Fanjing has also returned, plus Bai Tingzhi, but there are three viewers!

"You, who are you?"

He was speaking because of an injury, and Bai Tingzhi was kneeling on one knee with his chest.

Since Gong Yulanzhi appeared, his eyes had not moved away from Gong Yulanzhi's body. When Gong Yulanzhi stroked the wound on Duan Mu Yawang, his pupils shrank.

I don't know what I thought of, but I can't believe it!

Gong Yulan put his arms around Duanmu Yawang, without looking at the past.

On the contrary, it was the Brahma Sutra, leaning on a cane to Bai Tingzhi, and said in a strange way: "You have a sword made of thousand-year-old profound iron. The iron is cut like mud, and it is extremely hard. It is also considered the best in the world. Under the strong pressure of the master. Next, it's all shattered, but you only really hurt your veins, you kind of have two brushes."

When he said, he gave up twice, and his toes looked hard at Bai Tingzhi, who was kneeling on one knee, and finally found that there was a big gap before giving up.

Duanmu Yawang couldn't help laughing.

Gong Yulan held Duanmu Yawang tightly in his arms, and said coldly: "Vatican Sutra, I want him to disappear."

"Yes."

The Brahma Sutra responded and nodded immediately.

Duanmu Ya looked for a moment, thinking of something, and hurriedly said: "Don't don't don't, everyone is misunderstanding!"

Gong Yulan was oppressed by the surrounding atmosphere, her purple eyes darkened, "He hurt you."

Damn her if you hurt her!

"He definitely didn't mean it!" Duan Mu Yawang looked up from Gong Yulan's arms and looked at him seriously, "He is my friend, everyone is joking, don't take it seriously."

"He hurt you." Gong Yulan said that with a cold face.

After speaking, Zimu looked at the Brahma Sutra.

The Brahma Sutra's heart trembled, and he realized it instantly, and looked at Bai Tingzhi with apologetic eyes.

"Vatican Sutra, you don't want to do it." Duan Muya saw Gong Yulan refusing to listen to persuasion, and was anxious, hurriedly grabbed his hand, dragged him behind the screen, and touched his face and said: "I really It's okay, I'm fine."

After she finished speaking, she stood on her toes and put her arms around his neck, his beautiful lips kept kissing.

Gong Yulan's eyes changed, and then he wrapped her big palm on the back of her head, pressing her against him, and deepening the kiss.

A screen can only cut off their silhouettes at most, but not the sound.

The sound of the two kissing makes the other three people in the room look different.

The little white deer shrank in a corner and looked up at the sky forty-five degrees sadly, "Could no one remember that I was a child? Isn't it suitable for children?"

The Brahma scriptures are always red.

Bai Tingzhi looked down, there were differences and calmness in his eyes, which made people wonder how he thought.

After the kiss, Duanmu Yawang was short of breath, her cheeks flushed.

Gong Yulan's expression eased a lot.

"Do you listen to me well?" Duanmu Yawang held his hand and said warmly: "Although I am not familiar with him, I can guarantee that he doesn't really want to hurt me."

"He is already hurt."

When he talked about this, Gong Yulan's expression became cold again.

Duanmu Yawang was helpless, unable to convince him softly, so she had to come hard, and stared at him with her hands on her hips: "Then do you want to listen to me?"

"...Listen." Gong Yulan pursed his lips, pondered, and said, "But this is an exception."

"But, this person really can't be killed." Duanmu Yawang actually couldn't be tough on him, especially when he was for her good, "You just listen to me once."

Gong Yulan looked down at her delicate face, as well as the black and white eyes, which were as bright as a starry sky. He only felt so soft-hearted, no matter what she said, he would agree.

At the age of long, he listened to a person for the first time. He put his arm around her and whispered, "No next time."

They humans... are too fragile.

In an accident, his life may fall.

"Okay." Duanmu Yawang has never been so touched before, with her face buried on his chest, hugging him tightly, taking his breath, and her voice choked a little: "I promise."