Chapter 109

Gongyulan stopped talking, and his cold eyes turned to Duanmu yawang, "what did you do?"

Duanmu yawang, who was gnawing at the chicken leg, was surprised and gave him a thumbs up, "awesome, we don't say, you can even guess this, or you have a thousand miles' eye and can see me cooking."

Gong Yulan just pursed her lips. Obviously, he was not interested in her praise at all. He sat down on a stool beside the table with a cold face.

Uh!

The Buddhist Scripture was stunned. It was the first time to see his master so close to the table, "master, you, do you want to eat?"

Duanmu yawang also felt strange. Last time he didn't come near the table. This time he was willing to sit at the table. Her behavior was too abnormal. She swallowed the chicken leg and asked, "why don't you give you that pair of dishes and chopsticks?"

Gong Yulan's eyes were cold and silent.

Duanmu yawang was used to his cold appearance, but somehow today, he felt very uncomfortable when he saw his appearance. He turned his eyes and said, "don't do it, don't do it. What do you think of my face?"

Then he turned around, ate his own food and didn't bother to look at him.

While Gong Yulan kept staring at the back of Duanmu yawang's head, and his lips closed more tightly.

The Sutra blinked. Somehow, he saw the word grievance from his master.

However, as soon as the idea came out, he shook his head and waved it away. Joke, who is his master? Even if people all over the world are wronged, he won't feel wronged!

Nevertheless, he couldn't help but suggest: "master, Xiaoya Wang's cooking method is very fresh, but it tastes very good, especially the wooden bucket chicken, which is tender and juicy, and the soup is delicious. You can have a taste..."

Before he finished, Gong Yulan glanced coldly at the past. The Buddhist Scripture was stiff and his voice stopped suddenly.

Gong Yulan glanced at almost two dishes on the table. Without saying anything, he quickly stood up and left the table. In front of Duanmu yawang's bookshelf, he took a book and turned it up.

The books in this room are all for Duanmu yawang to read. Maybe he likes them very much and will stay. According to his way of turning the book, the pages may be broken by him at any time.

Duanmu yawang was a little angry when she thought of this, but when she thought of the fruit, she forcibly pressed down the sultry air in her chest and bowed her head to eat what she cooked.

However, someone's action of turning the book seemed to be getting harder and harder. With a hiss, some pages were really broken.

Shit！

Duanmu yawang reads most books. Although she has the ability to never forget, she cherishes books very much. Usually she reads books and even folds them. Even if she sees half of her books, she writes down the pages with special bookmarks and never folds the pages for marking.

However, her cherished book was easily broken!

Duanmu yawang clenched his fist, closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He endured for a long time before he forced his anger down, and took a big bite to vent his anger.

The Brahman Sutra has never seen a naive master who had to turn over the book to vent his anger. He doesn't know why he is angry. He doesn't dare to look at his master at all. He feels that the atmosphere is getting more and more strange. He can't help accelerating his eating action. He is deeply afraid that he won't have to eat later.

A large table of dishes, two chickens, two fish, two cups of soup, two elbows, and a few dishes of stir fry. However, Duanmu yawang and the Buddhist Scripture were like the wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. They all disappeared in less than a quarter of an hour.

The speed is amazing.

After eating, the two had a strong stomach, but they were also relieved.

Gong Yulan's destructive journey to stop turning books is not over. Wow, Lala, after turning one book after another, Duanmu yawang can hear the sound of tearing and cracking the pages every few seconds.

She kept holding back until she finished eating and sipping a cup of tea. When Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a pile of ragged books thrown on the ground in front of her bookshelf, she finally couldn't bear it and suddenly slapped the table: "Ya, have you had enough! Does my book have a grudge against you?"

As she spoke, she stood up and suddenly walked towards him to pull the book back from his hand.

Gong Yulan's ability to stop is super strong. When she starts, he flashes and disappears. When she turns to look for someone, she finds that he is still sitting in place.

Duanmu yawang was so angry that he couldn't even say a word. He squatted down and bent down to pick up the book. He said angrily, "where did I offend you? Do you want to toss my book like this?"

Gong Yulan just pursed her beautiful thin lips and didn't answer. Her purple eyes stared at her, as if she had done something heinous.

Duanmu Ya looked at him and couldn't help feeling a headache. She couldn't bear to kick him: "I said you have any dissatisfaction. Just say it. What are you doing just staring at me?"

He thought she was a worm in his stomach. When he stared at her, she could know what he thought in his heart?

If it was normal, the Vatican Scripture would jump up to protect the master when it saw Duanmu yawang's hands on his master. However, looking at the distance between the two, he didn't do so.

For he knew that no one could come within three feet of him.

Unless he's willing to get close.

For Duan Muya Wang's kick to his master, if his master is angry, he is afraid that Duan Muya Wang will become a pool of meat sauce.

However, she was still good. After kicking, she continued to scold and tidy up the books. But his master looked at her with no anger on his face, but he was even more wronged.

The Sutra sighed and suddenly felt as if he had never known his master.

Although, he had already forgotten how many years he had been with him.

Duanmu yawang angrily scolded Gong Yulan for several words. The books thrown on the ground were sorted out. She glanced at the one in his hand and stretched out her hand: "give it back to me."

Gong Yulan handed the book back to her without expression.

Duanmu yawang snorted, turned the book, sorted out and flattened the thin pages in the book, and then put the book back on the shelf again.

After doing all this, she stood up and looked at Gong yulanzhi and the Buddhist sutra with her arms around her. "I'll go back to sleep after a break, but I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here. Now go back to your room!"

The Sutra belched and looked at its master. "Master?" his meaning was obvious. He left, he left.

Gong Yulan didn't answer, stood up expressionless, then walked to Duanmu yawang's bed and lay on the bed.

The Sanskrit Sutra sighed, and the fundus of his eyes was clear. There was no accident at all.

Duanmu yawang was so angry that he couldn't speak at all.