"what?"

His topic turned too fast, Duanmu Yawang didn't react for a while, "Teach me to practice? Now?"

"Um."

Gong Yulanzhi lifted her from her lap and asked her to take out the two ancient books. He turned over and asked, "Did you get stuck somewhere before, where is it?"

Duanmu Ya looked forward and turned a few times, "Here."

Gong Yulan nodded, let her enter the concentration, and began to explain to her.

After explaining for almost two hours, the sky outside has already appeared a little bright, Gong Yulan stopped, "Okay, let's stop here, and the rest, we will talk about it next time."

Duanmu Yawang restrained her breath and raised her breath, before opening her eyes a moment later.

Gong Yulan handed the ancient book back to her, Duanmu Yawang took it, and couldn't help asking, "Are you doing anything?"

She sweated a lot after her practice, Gong Yulan just wiped the sweat on her cheeks with a handkerchief, "Why do you ask?"

"What you said is not something I can practice now." Duanmu Yawang put the two ancient books back to the source of Linghu, saying: "Also, at least a few times as high as the Spirit Sovereign Spirit Sage can be cultivated. Why are you? Tell me now."

Gong Yulan stayed silent, stretched out her hand, squeezed her cheek a few times, smiled at the corners of her lips, and said softly, "Really smart."

Duanmu Yawang was not happy to be praised, frowning: "In other words, I guessed it right, are you really okay?"

"Yeah." His voice was low and nice, his purple eyes stared at her deeply, his eyes burning fiercely: "I have something to do, and I need to leave the imperial city for a while."

Duanmuya's heart burst.

Reluctant to be like a sea tide, she instantly rushed to the bottom of her heart. She paused for a while before she said: "What's the matter with you, after a while, can't we go?"

As long as Duanmu Liguang's legs are recovered and treated, she can go out and look around.

"Well, this matter is a bit urgent." How willing to leave Gong Yulanzhi, originally planned, they went out together in the past two months to see, who expected a sudden change now.

He didn't know what he thought of, his purple eyes became dull and cold, but he quickly grabbed it, stretched out his hand to hug her petite body into his arms, and tightened his arms: "Sorry, missed the appointment."

Duanmu Yawang was stunned, and only after a moment did she remember what he was referring to. She hugged him back and said, "It's okay."

"That place is too far and too dangerous for you to go."

"Yes, I know."

Gong Yulan was so powerful, since he said it was dangerous, the degree of danger was definitely beyond her imagination.

"You are alone, be careful."

"good."

Duanmu Yawang listened to his instructions, knowing that he could not let her down. Her heart was sour, warm and funny. Just about to speak, the voice of the Brahma scripture sounded outside the door: "Master?"

The room was quiet, but Gong Yulan didn't respond.

The Brahma Sutra also paused outside the door, before speaking for a moment: "Master, the sky is about to dawn, we have to leave, otherwise..."

"Yeah." Gong Yulan only then answered the Brahma Sutra, gently stroked Duanmu Yawang's long hair, kissed a few times on top of her head, and said in a dumb voice: "Next time, when the place returns to calm, I will take you there, okay?"

Duanmu Yawang nodded: "Okay."

Duanmu Yawang has never been a weak person. She always knows how to analyze things when dealing with things. In the relationship between the two, Gong Yulanzhi has always been more active.

Therefore, she understood that if Gong Yulan Zhi was not forced to do anything, he would never leave alone.

She is not strong enough now, Gong Yulan will not take her with her, she understands: "You also pay attention."

He is too powerful, and never cares about eating, drinking and dressing. Duanmu Yawang didn't know what to ask him. Although he was worried about him, he could only say these few words.

Gong Yulan nodded, let go of her gently, and got up from the chair.

Duanmu Yawang looked at him for an instant.

Gong Yulanzhi also looked down at her.

"Woo~"

Just as the two looked at each other warmly, Duanmu Yawang's leg was hugged.

Duanmu Yawang looked down and found that the Brahma Sutra was holding her calf in tears, "Xiao Yawang, you must not forget my master, we will be back soon..."

Looking at the heartbroken face of the Brahma Sutra, Duan Muya's mouth twitched a few times, and the feeling of reluctance in her heart was also diminished for a long time before kicking him away.

"Xiao Yawang, you must also remember my Sanskrit Sutra, old man, I like you very much, and the dishes you cook are also delicious. Although I think the master is weird with you, but..."

"you wanna die?"

Gong Yulan's eyes chilled, and with a wave of his sleeves, the body of the Brahma Sutra moved away from Duanmu Yawang's legs and rolled on the ground several times.

The Brahma Sutra lay on the ground, rubbing the painful place, aggrieved: "Master, the old slave hasn't finished speaking, so you can't bear to look down on you, can you not let the old slave?"

Gong Yulan stopped his eyes and stared at him.

The Brahma Sutra trembled, and he dared not squeak any more when he lay on the ground.

"Then I will go first."

Gong Yulan caught a glimpse of the sky outside, turned his head to look at Duanmu Yawang for a moment, lowered his head, and his beautiful thin lips lightly touched her forehead, and before she could react, his figure had disappeared in the room.

"Xiao Yawang, we will miss you very much, the master likes you very much!" The figure of the Brahma Sutra also disappeared in the room, and only a shallow echo was left in the room, "Master, you are only gentle with Xiao Yawang, the old minister, anyway. When I’m doing this with you, when will I be more pleasing to my eye?"

Listening to this faint voice, Duanmu Yawang was in a daze.

After a while, she recovered and turned around to look at the room. There really was no figure of Gong Yulanzhi in the room, only the faint fragrance of vegetation that belonged to him remained.

It's really not a dream just now.

She thought this way, the sky was already bright outside the room, the candles still lit in the room had already burned to the bottom, and the leftovers of her leftovers were burning on the table.

Seeing this cold leftover, Duanmu Yawang suddenly remembered that Gong Yulanzhi, who had always hated the muddy breath, actually taught herself to practice for more than two hours beside this cold leftover...

This is enough.

Duanmu Yawang smiled softly, and she waited for him to come back.

Thinking of this, she waved her sleeves, a gust of wind passed, all the candles in the room went out, she walked back to the bed, took off her shoes, and got ready to sleep.

When she was almost asleep, the last sentence of the Brahma Sutra suddenly rang in her mind, and then she suddenly opened her eyes.

She seemed to hear the Brahma Sutra claiming to Gong Yulan... an old minister?

minister?

Why did the Brahma Sutra call Gong Yulan Zhiren so self-proclaimed?

She must have heard it wrong.

The Brahma Sutra had never known Gong Yulan as an old slave, and she must have heard it wrong.

Duanmu Yawang thought so, his sleepiness hit, and it didn't take long before he fell asleep deeply.