Chapter 134

"Where's the evil door?" the little white deer glanced at Gong Yulan's soft side face and the more and more gentle movement on his hand. He was stunned. "Don't say, Grandpa Sanskrit, it's really evil."

He had never seen such a gong Yulan.

Gongyulan stopped in his heart, except cold or cold. He didn't see any other emotions on his face.

What impressed him most was that he had just awakened. He and the source of Linghu Lake were both repressed by his strong breath. The source of Linghu lake once frozen the water, but he was strong enough to wake up.

However, every time he woke up and saw him, he would have a burst of fear and palpitation, especially when he knew that he wanted the source of the Spirit Lake. With more and more days together, he didn't mention the source of Linghu again, so he was relieved.

However, the fear of his strength still exists.

In particular, I have seen his indifferent words in the palace and his blasting behavior that regards human life as grass mustard, so that he dare not provoke him all the time.

The gongyulanzhi in front of him is different from the gongyulanzhi he is afraid of. He doesn't know whether gongyulanzhi knows it or not. At the moment, he looks at Duanmu Ya with a soft look.

He was so soft that he was about to doubt whether Gong yulanzhi and he knew the same person.

Thinking so, the little white deer pulled the clothes of the Buddhist sutra and whispered, "Grandpa, your master is not evil?"

"Your master is evil!" the patron of the Buddhist Scripture was anxious and annoyed. "My master is so powerful that he can be evil at will?"

The little white deer was wronged. "My master is very normal. It's obviously that your master has been strange recently. He was angry with my master for no reason. He wanted to eat for no reason. He spent a few days giving..."

However, before he finished, a chill came from the front, making him cold all over!

He suddenly paused and whispered. He hung his small head and dared not say anything.

"Master." the Buddhist Scripture felt the hero Yulan's cold and fierce sight, and his heart trembled. He looked at the past and saw that Duanmu yawang's struggling action was smaller, which was obviously much more comfortable. He was busy and carefully shifted the topic: "Xiaoya Wang seems much better, and the aura can be weaker, so she will be more comfortable."

Gong Yulan glanced at him with his lips closed, and took back his sight to see Duanmu yawang's face in his arms. It was better, but he didn't rashly weaken the aura on the palm, "can it be more comfortable?"

"Huh?" Duanmu yawang was confused and didn't hear what Gong yulanzhi said at all.

Her legs were clamped by Gong yulanzhi, and her upper body was tightly held by Gong yulanzhi. She didn't feel much at first. After a period of time, she felt very uncomfortable, so she struggled in his arms and wanted to change her posture.

Gong yulanzhi thought her stomach was still painful, but when she saw that she didn't have the impulse to curl up, and her cheeks were ruddy again, she was sure that she didn't have stomach discomfort.

He thought for a moment, and the hands and feet that held her limbs loose, trying to see what she did.

Duanmu yawang was free and didn't come out of his arms. Instead, she drilled in his arms for a long time. How comfortable she was, she made a mess of her clothes and robes.

After a while, she chose the most comfortable position - sitting across Gong yulanzhi's waist and abdomen, her legs around his waist, her fiber arm around his neck, put her little head on Gong yulanzhi's wide shoulders, and smiled drunk: "it's so comfortable ~ ~"

As she spoke, her face rubbed against his shoulder socket.

Like a contented cat.

"Hiss!"

Looking at the whole person hanging on Gong yulanzhi and Duanmu yawang against Gong yulanzhi's chest, the Sanskrit Sutra and the little white deer took a breath!

Duanmu yawang's sudden behavior also stunned Gong Yulan.

Before he could respond, he narrowed his eyes and turned his eyes to the little white deer and the Brahma Sutra.

His eyes were sharp and cold.

At one glance, the little white deer was almost frightened to cry. The Buddhist Scripture also felt that his scalp was numb. He felt that he couldn't stay here at all. After thinking about it, he hurriedly said to Gong Yulan: "master, my subordinates want to discuss with the little white deer and go back to that room first."

Gongyulan stopped pursing her lips and kept her cold eyes unchanged.

The Sutra knows that if he and the little white deer don't go again, they won't be able to go.

Thinking so, I was busy dragging the little white deer and wanted to go.

The little white deer whispered to him and protested, "I have to go back to the source of Linghu lake. What can I say here? Why change places?"

"Don't think about the source of your spirit lake. You'd better stay less in the source of the Spirit Lake in the future. If you want to live, follow me." the Buddhist Scripture said, no longer giving the little white deer a chance to refute, and they disappeared into Duanmu yawang's room in an instant.

When the little white deer and the Buddhist scriptures left, there were only Duanmu yawang and Gong Yulan in the room.

Without two people, the smell of the room was better. Gong yulanzhi's face looked better. He thought of hanging in his arms and looked at Duanmu yawang with a simple face. He was at a loss.

After a while, he calmed down.

He remembered that Duanmu yawang's stomach burn was still not well and should still be uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand to hold her slender wrist and wanted to pull her off to continue to help her treat her stomach.

"Don't..."

Duanmu looked but didn't follow. He hugged his neck tightly, and his voice was soft. When he spoke, his lips crossed the skin beside his ears, and all his breath sprayed on his ears, making Gong Yulan's eyes sink instantly.

"Come down."

He didn't allow her to be so willful. "If you don't treat the burn well, you won't have to eat tomorrow." she had a little spiritual power and couldn't eat at all.

Duanmu yawang couldn't hear him say this. She hugged him tightly, yawned in his arms and muttered, "I'm so sleepy..."

"Don't sleep."

Gong Yulan's face was a little cold and felt that she was disobedient. He firmly stretched out his hand to pull off her arm to continue treatment for him. However, at this time, Duanmu yawang, who was extremely sleepy and hung on him, was impatient. He struggled and he was unstable, so they both fell down on the bed.

He pressed her up and down.

And his thin lips just pressed her delicate pink lips.

For a moment, the soft and sweet breath rolled up all his senses. His whole body was tight. He hurriedly removed his lips and stood up.

After living for thousands of years, this is the second time to offset the human lip flap.

The first time and the second time are still the same person.

But for the first time, he didn't feel disgusted or excluded, but this time it was a little different.

He couldn't tell the difference. He just felt his heart beating faster than ever.