Chapter 165

"Hmm," Duanmu yawang couldn't keep up with his train of thought, "so?"

"So..." he pursed his thin lips, stared at her and said, "we can't get married yet."

“……！”

Duanmu yawang stared. What are they talking about? When did they get to the point of talking about marriage?

"Bar haw"

He leaned over, kissed her on the lips, raised his lips and said seriously, "however, that's temporary. When the heavy task is completed in the future, we will get married in front of all the people."

Duanmu yawang was as numb as a chicken.

I feel terrible!

When did she say she was going to marry him!

"However, from now on, you are my... Lady." he looked at her staring round and beautiful as if her eyes were full of stars, and her cold purple eyes were full of joy. "You can call me husband."

Wipe!

Duanmu yawang said she couldn't stand it. She stared at Gong Yulan fiercely, "are you sick in your brain? When did I say I was going to marry you?"

Then he angrily pointed to the door, "get out of my room and don't appear in my room in the future!"

She had not told him that he touched her face and corners of her mouth in full view of the public. He even pushed an inch and wanted to call her a lady and make a private life with her!

She really split his brain to see what he was thinking!

Why is the brain so different from people!

With a wave of Gong Yulan's sleeve, the shoes on their feet were separated from their feet. He hugged her, sat on his legs, kissed her on the tip of her nose, and covered her little face with his hands. "Are you shy?"

"You are shy!"

Duanmu yawang reached out and patted him to push him away, but it didn't work at all.

"You're just shy." the tip of your ears and face are all red.

Red, the more you see, the better it looks.

His eyes became deeper and deeper. He held her face and pressed himself. His lips were printed with hers. He licked and gnawed at her, drove straight in and kissed warmly.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

Duanmu yawang was out of breath by his kiss and hit him with anger.

However, she was like a monkey in his arms. She jumped into Wuzhishan and could no longer escape his control.

Duanmu yawang has always been self-centered. She doesn't like this feeling very much. She is upset and dry, but she doesn't hate his kiss. When he kisses her, her heart beats faster and her body softens.

Contradictory feelings are more appropriate to make her manic.

Gongyulan stopped kissing and let her go.

As soon as he let go of her, Duanmu yawang shouted at him irritably, "you, what do you want to do? You're enough. If you do this again, I really..."

"Don't be angry."

His voice touched her head, like a cat's hair, his action was soft, and his purple eyes stared at her gently, "it's my fault. I'll finish the heavy task as soon as possible, so I can..."

Ah ah!

Duanmu yawang is going to rage.

How did she feel that she couldn't communicate with him?

She gritted her teeth and glared at him fiercely: "Gong Yulan, it's good for you to give me. I don't want to marry you!"

As soon as these words came out, Gong Yulan stopped his eyes, and his face was cold without temperature.

Duanmu yawang was so hairy by him.

Remembering that she was still sitting on his leg, she swallowed foam and turned to leave his leg.

However, as soon as she moved, she was firmly gripped by him. His voice was cold: "where are you going?"

Wipe!

Where she goes is her freedom, okay?

Duanmu yawang closed his eyes and endured his angry impulse. He smiled and said, "it's a little stuffy here. I just want to go out..."

"No nonsense."

Gong Yulan stopped frowning and stretched out her hand to tidy up her messy hair. He kissed her in the ear and said, "it's getting late. Don't run around, sleep well, and practice with me tomorrow."

After that, he didn't know what he thought. When the palm turned and spread out again, there was a pink fruit about the size of a peach.

She looked at the fruit and smelled the aroma. She was stunned, "build spiritual fruit?"

The color of this Zhuling fruit is much better than that of the previous one. It is also much larger and richer.

A sniff makes people relaxed and happy.

"Yes."

His cold face was a little flushed. He answered faintly and handed the fruit to her, "put it away."

Duanmu yawang now knows how hard it is to find and pick the fruit. Looking at the fruit in his hand, her heart seems to be blocked by something, full, swollen and uncomfortable.

The heartbeat is also accelerating.

"You..."

"Don't be greedy." Gong Yulan stretched out his hand to scrape the tip of her nose and said coldly: "the last time was the primary spirit building fruit, this time it was intermediate. Your body can't stand the primary, let alone the intermediate."

Duanmu yawang remembered the matter of building spiritual fruit at the primary level, and remembered that he still owed him a favor.

Today, she also owes him a favor. If it were not for her, she could not have obtained such a promise from the queen.

In addition, he gave her Lingxian Jue. When she went to practice, he taught her heart Jue personally, and the palace helped her out

She always remembered his inexplicable brain circuit and his aggressive behavior towards her, but she forgot that he seemed to be paying for her all the time.

When they got along, Duanmu yawang could count ten fingers. However, if you think about it carefully, he helped her almost every time.

Without him, she couldn't be so good now.

Thinking of these, she looked at the fruit of his beautiful palm.

"What's the matter?" he held her closer and saw her staring at Zhu lingguo. He thought she still wanted to eat. He frowned and lowered his voice. "You're obedient. You can't let you fool around this time. You put it first and eat it after you grow up and improve your ability?"

His voice was low and soft, with a little stiff flattery. When he heard Duanmu yawang's ears, he always felt that he was being teased by others.

Her heart was stirred.

Ups and downs, but also disordered the rhythm.

This feeling is strange, but Duanmu yawang doesn't hate it.

I don't know what I thought. Duanmu looked at her face and sighed secretly. It seemed that she was helpless. A moment later, she said, "you went out this time to find zhulingguo?"

"By the way."

Duanmu yawang turned his eyes. If he could find an intermediate spiritual fruit on the way, the spiritual fruit would not be so precious.

"Put it away," he said coldly.

Duanmuya looked at his beautiful suffocating face and was stunned.

No matter how many times she looked at such a face, her heart beat faster.

She doesn't understand why a perfect person like him... Takes a fancy to her with black hair and black eyes?

Shouldn't he like characters like Zhu Jinyu?