Chapter 495

Duanmuya looked at the corner of her mouth and twitched twice. "Brahma Sutra, I didn't expect you to have such interest. In other words, Brahma Sutra, do you have a wife and children?"

"This is not my own choice!" the Sanskrit saw two people at the white deer and Duan Ya Wang, and he tucked up his feet. He jumped up with haste. "I went to the market to make complaints about the market, and saw that there were many books on the market, so I planned to buy one or two books. I would have a look at it when I had nothing to do." the result was that the dealer sold more than 10 copies to me and asked me for money.

Duanmu Ya looked blankly: "what did they give you directly?"

"That's right." the Buddhist Scripture snorted, "other people's books have been stuffed into my arms, and such books are not worth much. Don't I, an old man, throw them back to others?"

Then he muttered, "it seems that my Brahma Sutra is so impolite and shameless!"

The murmur behind him was so low that Duanmu yawang couldn't hear it clearly: "what are you talking about?"

"Nothing." the Sutra raised his chin. "Anyway, I didn't pick these books to sell."

Huofei, who had been practicing without answering, suddenly opened her eyes and said quietly, "but grandpa Sanskrit, you see it with interest and always want to share it with me and Xiaobai."

Xiaobai

Duanmu yawang laughed when she heard the name.

The Sanskrit Sutra means Duanmu yawang laughs at him. His old face is red. He wants to stare at him when he is exposed, but he tolerates it when he thinks of huofei's identity. He loves little white deer and doesn't bully children. He just angrily changes the topic to Duanmu yawang and says, "Xiaoya Wang, I'm your elder. How can you ask my wife and children?"

"Cough, 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! My grandchildren have the Sutra." the Sutra hummed twice, and then I don't know what I thought, and my eyes dimmed: "but even if there is, it's gone now."

Duanmuya looked stunned and didn't expect to get such an answer.

However, on second thought, the answer is taken for granted.

After all, the God has been extinct. Didn't the little white deer say that there was a catastrophe in the divine world, and almost all the gods were destroyed. Can't even Gong yulanzhi's father and brother be spared?

In that case, the Sanskrit family naturally

"Sorry." Duanmu yawang didn't expect to involve this: "I shouldn't mention this."

"Well, these are small things." the Buddhist Scripture waved and didn't care.

Duanmu yawang smiled and stopped talking.

For a moment, the room became quiet.

Even the noisy little white deer bit their fingers and dared not speak again.

"Why are you still here?"

At this time, Gong Yulan appeared in the room, frowning at Duanmu Ya and said, "didn't you go back to another room to wait?"

"Are you back so soon?" Duanmu yawang hurriedly stood up and looked at Gong Yulan. He saw her clothes on his elbow. Those clothes vaguely saw a little bright red.

That's... Her belly pocket!

Duanmu yawang remembered that she had just moved the clothes of Baijiabao from Zhongyong palace and put them in the cabinet.

She has a lot of things, so naturally she doesn't have the mind to pack things. She just throws them into the wardrobe. Usually she needs to find a suit of clothes to wear, and she also needs to find it for a while.

So did Gong yulanzhi give it to her?

From the belly pocket to the pants, to the inner coat, to the outer robe?

Thinking that Gong yulanzhi might be standing in front of her cabinet, looking for her belly pocket and obscene pants little by little, Duanmu yawang found that this was a very intimate thing.

She blushed at the thought.

"Xiaoyawang, what are you thinking? Your face is so red?" the Buddhist Scripture said strangely and glanced at your master: "you won't be embarrassed because the master said you?"

Gong Yulan just frowned: "I didn't say she."

When he said that, he walked towards her, took her hand and said, "go, your clothes are wet and you haven't been wearing well. It's said that it's easy to feel uncomfortable and get sick."

Duanmuya looked obediently pulled by him. She flashed and went directly to another room, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

It's said?

The word "sick" needs to be said?

Sure enough, God is different.

Not long after they returned to the room, someone knocked at the door to bring water.

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

When the water delivery man saw Gong yulanzhi, he was shocked by his appearance and strong aura. Gong yulanzhi didn't care about them. He took a look at the huge bucket and water. With a little fingertip, he was sent to the bathroom in the blink of an eye, and the door closed automatically.

Several people outside looked at the closed room and stayed for a long time. They woke up from their stupidity and scratched their heads: "just now, did we carry anyone in?"

"Yes." another man said uncertainly, "if we don't carry so much water, who will?"

"Oh, forget it! Who can take a bath early in the morning? It's really nothing to find trouble!" another man obviously just woke up and had a bad temper: "forget it, let's go back and close our eyes first."

Several people went downstairs to have a 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 took his robe and slipped into the shower.

Gong Yulan just 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 a hot bath. The whole person was much more comfortable. When he wiped his hair and returned to the bed, he was already a little sleepy.

"Sleepy?"

Gong Yulan asked her.

"Well, I'm a little tired." Duanmu yawned and his eyes were full of red silk. "I was really tired last night."

"If you're tired, go to sleep."

When Gong Yulan said this, he straightened her and sat down by the bed. He reached for the towel in her hand and wiped her hair.

Duanmu yawang was more sleepy when he said so. She shook her head and forced herself to wake up: "no, grandpa is not completely out of danger. I have to watch until he wakes up."

Gong Yulan just frowned: "it's the same for us to look at."

"No, it's different." Gong Yulan's hand movement is very soft, Duanmu yawang feels very comfortable, and then more sleepy: "those medical machines, you don't know how to read, are they dangerous, and you don't know how to judge."

Gong Yulan still wanted to speak. Duanmu yawang yawned and hugged his waist. "Later, you will accompany me to guard and drive them out of the Sanskrit Sutra."

Then his face rubbed in his arms like a cat: "well, it's so comfortable ~"