When Duan Muya looked back to the room, Gong Yulan was not in the room.

In the room, only Lan Linger was curled up on a cushioned stool. The whole bird was awkward. Seeing her come back, he immediately jumped up and said happily, "Master, master, you can come back." !"

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang locked the door, glanced around the room, then walked over and rubbed her head, "Ling'er, has Gong Yulan ever come back after he went out to practice?"

"No."

Lan Ling'er shook his head and said crisply: "The pesky guy Ziyuan never came back. He always goes to work quietly like this. They are so annoying!"

"puff!"

Duanmu Ya looked at her with a smile, and clicked on her beautiful mouth, "Are you bored? Let Ziyuan take you next time."

"He won't take me."

Lan Ling'er snorted, with an uncommon look, "Master, you don't know how annoying he is. It's better when you are here, but I'm a cow and a horse when I'm away."

After he finished speaking, he sighed again, "Oh, I think Lan Ling'er has lived so long, and I have never been so powerfully called by someone before. It is just the same as me, so why is it just someone doing something!"

"Yes, yes, he was too much."

Duanmu Yawang listened to it complaining that it was amused, and did not take it to heart. He extinguished the lantern in his hand and comforted him: "Next time I will let Gong Yulan give him a little color to watch."

"Yeah!"

Lan Ling'er's pretty blue body jumped up, flying around Duanmu Yawang excitedly, her mouth kept saying: "Master is so good, Master, you are the best..."

After reading for a while, she didn't know what she thought of, and she said with a wrinkled face: "Master, no, if you teach him, let Ziyuan know that I'm suing, he will fix me!"

Duanmu Yawang was about to say to find a good reason so that Ziyuan could not detect it. At this time, a voice came from the window, "You are suing?"

It's Shigaki!

When Lan Ling'er heard this sound, the bird's eyes widened, and then hurriedly flew to Duanmu Yawang's shoulders, her small body curled up into a ball, she didn't even dare to lift her head, and carefully followed Duanmu Ya and said, "Master, you want to save me." ."

"Good job, save you."

Duanmu Yawang touched her head, looked around the room, but didn't see Gong Yulan, frowned, and walked over to open the window.

As soon as the window door opened, he saw Ziyuan hovering outside. He thanked Duan Muya and flew in.

After entering, he shook his feathers before raising his eyes and staring at Lan Ling'er in a chilly manner, "Don't think I can't see you if I shrink my head, come here!"

"do not want!"

Lan Ling'er shook his head very stubbornly, hiding from the side just refused to go.

Humph, she is not afraid of him if the master is there!

Ziyuan's eyes were half-squinted, and he was about to speak. Duanmu Yawang frowned and looked at him: "Why do you stare so much that your feathers are all wet? It's not raining outside, right?"

Also, Ziyuan is a sacred bird. Normal rain can't touch him. However, his beautiful feathers are so wet this time, it looks like a chicken.

When he was shaking his feathers, the water on the feathers continued to splash out, and the table top was wet.

Hearing Duanmu Yawang's words, Ziyuan's trembling motion paused, and he said vaguely: "Well, I fell into a lake by accident and got wet."

"Oh?"

Duanmu Ya looked up and raised her eyebrows. In fact, she didn't believe Ziyuan's words even more.

Who is Ziyuan, how could he fall into the lake casually?

Ziyuan glanced at her, and said seriously, "Really, I ran into some trouble."

Having trouble?

Duanmuya looked tight, and blurted out, "Where is Gong Yulan? Is he injured?"

"Master is okay."

After that, he probably felt that he was not sure enough to say this sentence, and added: "The master's ability, it is impossible for someone to make him trouble, but he has to deal with some last things, so I will come back first when I get wet. NS."

When Duanmu Yawang heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay."

After speaking, seeing that the feathers on his body were still very wet, and the water was dripping, Ziyuan's body was a little trembling, and he didn't know if he felt cold or how.

Ziyuan and Lan Ling'er are sacred birds, with rich and slender feathers, and all of them are beautiful, even if they are wet, they don't look embarrassed.

However, the result of the abundant feathers is that it is very difficult to dry when wet. Duan Muya thought about it, went to the cabinet and took a dry towel and walked over, wrapped his small body with the towel, and rubbed a few for him.

After the towel was removed, the feather finally stopped dripping.

After rubbing it, she was about to dry the towel, but when the towel was unfolded, she saw a thin layer of blood on it.

Her face changed slightly: "Ziyuan, are you injured?"

"what?"

Lan Ling'er, who had been shrinking his head and loading the ostrich refused to come out, was startled, and spread his wings, hovering from Duanmu Yawang's shoulder, and flew to Ziyuan's side, staring at him.

Ziyuan glanced at her and said nothing.

"Injured?" Duanmu Yawang asked him again.

Zi Yuan hummed, "One accidentally hurt, but it's a small injury, it doesn't get in the way."

"Let me see."

Duanmuya walked over, bowed her head, and carefully watched Ziyuan's situation, and then saw that Ziyuan's beautiful left wing had a wound about four to five centimeters in length!

No wonder he will come back first, it turns out he is injured!

A wound of four or five centimeters is not a small injury to a person, let alone a bird!

Seeing its wound, Duanmu Yawang realized that Ziyuan's left wing was a little unnatural when it was hanging down. She frowned and said, "You are injured and your body is wet. You are already prone to infection. How could it be possible? Is it a minor injury?"

Moreover, she saw this injury, it should have been marked out by a hidden weapon.

It is estimated that Ziyuan was injured by a hidden weapon when he was hovering, because he injured his wings, so he accidentally fell into the lake.

Of course, because he dodged fast enough, the wound was not deep, only a few bones were injured, not particularly serious.

"Yes, why is it a trivial matter?" Lan Ling'er followed Ziyuan's words. After speaking, she snorted, "If your wings are broken, you will be disabled and you can't go out with that master."

Although Ziyuan was injured, he was as strong as ever, "Even if my wings are broken, I will be more useful than you."

"you……"

"Okay, Ziyuan, you don't want to run Ling'er anymore, she also cares about you." Duanmu Yawang felt a little funny when listening to the conversation between the two, and found medicine and bandages from the medical system while talking.

"Master, I am not worried about him!"