Duanmuya twitched the corners of her mouth twice, "Vatican Sutra, I didn't expect you to have such an interest. By the way, Sanskrit, do you have a wife and children?"

"I didn't choose it by myself!" When the Brahma Sutra heard that Xiao Bailu and Duanmu Yawang complained about him together, they jumped anxiously: "I went to the market that day and saw someone standing beside the market. Since I had few books, I planned to buy one or two, and take a look when I was free. As a result, the vendor stuffed me more than a dozen books, and asked me for money."

Duanmu Yawang was at a loss: "Is it just for you?"

"Yes." The Brahma Sutra snorted: "People's books are already stuffed into my arms. Such books are not worth much. Don't I want to be an old man, just throw them back to others?"

After he finished speaking, he muttered: "It seems that my Brahma Sutra is so demeaned and faceless!"

The muttering behind him was so small that Duanmu Yawang couldn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Nothing." The Brahma Sutra lifted his chin, "Anyway, I didn't pick these books to sell."

Huo Fei, who had been cultivating and not answering, suddenly opened his eyes and said quietly: "But Grandpa Brahma Sutra, you read it with gusto, and you always want to share it with me and Xiaobai."

noob……

Duanmu Yawang smiled haha ​​when hearing this name.

The Brahma Sutra means that Duanmu Ya looked at him, his old face was flushed, and he wanted to stare when he was dismissed, but when he remembered Huo Fei’s identity, he endured it without attack. He loved Xiao Bailu, and he couldn’t bully the children. Angrily turned to Duanmu Yawang and said: "Xiao Yawang, I am your elder, why are you embarrassed to ask about my wife and children?"

"Ahem, well, I shouldn't ask."

Duanmu Yawang said so, but asked: "So you, do you have a wife and children, or don't you?"

"In fact, of course there are still there! My grandchildren have 1 of the Brahma Sutra." The Brahma Sutra hummed twice, and then he didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes dimmed: "However, even if there is, it is gone now."

Duanmu Ya looked startled, but didn't expect to get such an answer.

However, after thinking about it, this answer is a matter of course.

After all, the gods are already extinct. Didn’t Xiao Bailu say that there was a catastrophe in the God Realm and that the gods were almost destroyed? Even Gong Yulanzhi’s father and brother could not be spared?

In this case, the family members of the Brahma Sutra naturally...

"Sorry." Duanmu Yawang did not expect to involve these: "I shouldn't mention these."

"Fine, these are trivial matters." The Brahma Sutra waved his hand and looked indifferent.

Duan Muya smiled and stopped talking.

For a while, the room suddenly became quiet.

Even the noisy little white deer bit his fingers and didn't dare to speak again.

"Why are you still here?"

At this time, Gong Yulan only appeared in the room, frowning and looking at Duan Muya: "Didn't you let you go back to another room and wait?"

"Are you coming back so soon?" Duanmu Yawang stood up hurriedly and looked at Gong Yulan. Then he saw her robes on his elbows. Those robes were faintly visible and a little bright red. .

That's... her belly!

Duanmu Yawang then remembered that the clothes she had just had in Baijiapu had been moved randomly from the Zhongyong Prince's Mansion and put them in the cabinet.

She has a lot of things, so naturally she doesn't have the thought of tidying up things. She just throws it in the closet. Usually, she finds a set of clothes to wear, and she has to look for it for a while.

Gong Yulanzhi gave it to her too?

From apron trousers, to lining, to robe and coveralls?

Thinking that Gong Yulanzhi might be standing in front of her cabinet, looking for her apron and trousers little by little, Duanmu Yawang realized that this was a very intimate thing.

Thinking of this, her face flushed.

"Xiao Yawang, what are you thinking, your face is so red?" The Brahma Sutra said strangely, and glanced at his master: "Couldn't you be embarrassed just because the master said you?"

Gong Yulan stopped twisting her eyebrows: "I didn't talk about her."

When he said, he walked towards her, took her hand and said, "Go, your robe is wet and you don't wear well. It is said that it is easy to get uncomfortable, and it is also easy to get sick."

Duanmu Yawang was obediently pulled by him, flashed, and went directly to another room, but the corners of her mouth twitched.

It is said?

Is the word sick even to be said?

Sure enough, God, it's different.

Not long after the two returned to the room, someone knocked on the door to bring water.

Duanmu Yawang didn't show up, but let Gong Yulan stop showing up.

When the water supplier saw Gong Yulanzhi, he was shocked by his appearance and strong aura. Gong Yulanzhi didn't care about them, glanced at the huge wooden barrel and water, pointed his fingertips, and blinked. He was sent to the bathroom, and with a snap, the door closed automatically.

The few people outside looked at the closed room and stayed there for a while. It took a while to wake up from a daze, scratching their heads puzzledly: "Just now, did we carry anyone in?"

"Yes." Another person said uncertainly: "If we don't carry such a large amount of water, who will carry it?"

"Oh, don't worry about it! Who would take a bath early in the morning? It's really nothing to trouble you!" The other person apparently hadn't been a long time since waking up, and had a more irritable temper: "Don't worry, let's go back and close our eyes first."

A few people went downstairs to rest.

They didn't realize one thing, that is, why did they have no impression of the person who opened the door?

After the water was sent in, Duanmu Yawang hugged her robe and slipped in for a bath.

Gong Yulan looked at the room, frowned, continued for only a while, sprinkled some fairy dew, and was satisfied.

Duanmu Yawang was tired all night and ran for a hot bath. The whole person was much more comfortable. When she returned to the bed while wiping her hair, she was already a little drowsy.

"Sleepy?"

Gong Yulan stopped asking her.

"Well, it's a bit tired." When Duanmu Yawang said, he yawned, eyes covered with red silk, "I was really tired last night."

"If you are tired, go to sleep."

When Gong Yulan spoke, he had taken care of her sitting down by the bed, reached out to take the towel from her hand, and wiped her hair.

Duanmu Yawang became even more drowsy when he said that. She shook her head and forced herself to wake up: "No, grandpa hasn't been completely out of danger. I have to watch it and wait until he wakes up."

Gong Yulan curled his eyebrows when he heard: "It's the same for us to watch."

"No, it's not the same." Gong Yulan Zhi's hand movements were very gentle, Duanmu Yawang felt very comfortable, and then he wanted to sleep even more: "You don't understand those medical machines, the danger is not dangerous, you don't know how to go. judge."

Gong Yulan stopped talking, and Duanmu Yawang yawned and put his arms around his waist, "You will accompany me to guard and drive the Brahma Sutras out."

After that, his face rubbed like a cat in his arms: "Well, it's so comfortable~"