Chapter 712

A sentence was too long. The young man was a little short of breath. He paused for a moment and took a breath before he continued: "otherwise, you alone can become a fairy? You pretty deer, you don't know how to be grateful. You're still talking nonsense to people here and damaging my reputation?"

"I'm not a fairy!"

The little white deer stamped his feet, "God! It's God! I've been ranked as God!"

"God?" the young man sneered. "As your master, I know nothing about it?"

"That's because you're closed!" the little white deer hummed. "Then every time you come out, you just focus on women and don't know anything about me!"

"Just make it up here!"

The young man snorted, "I command you to take back your slander, otherwise you will only become a barbecue today!"

"Unless you take back the word that I am not God, I will never!"

"You!"

The boy was very angry. "Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me! I've wanted venison for a long time!"

The quarrel between the two people has become white hot, and their voices are louder and louder. Duanmu yawang has been hurt by the quarrel. He is trying to tell the two people not to quarrel again. It is dark in the medical system!

She can't even see the existence of the medical system anymore!

Even LAN Chengche and mu Qingchen Mufeng are gone!

See, even huofei can't see it!

Even, she could not feel the existence of the medical system at all, as if the source of Linghu had disappeared in her mind!

Her heart trembled: "Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

“……”

No one answered her.

Duanmu Ya looked at several people and suddenly disappeared. Even the medical system disappeared. I was afraid they would never come back again. Her heart trembled and roared, "you all come out!"

After half a ring.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise inside. Duanmu yawang finally felt that the medical system appeared in her mind again. Her tight heart finally relaxed.

Before she could speak, she heard the little white deer scream, "master, help me!"

As soon as his voice fell, Duanmu yawang felt heavy in his arms, and then saw the whole little white deer on her.

"Hoo! What a close call!"

The little white deer patted his chest and then stuck out his tongue: "hum, if you have the ability, come out and catch me!"

"..." it was quiet inside.

"Why, don't you dare?" the little white deer guessed that his master couldn't do so. He became more and more proud and laughed: "come on, come on, why don't you come? The person who doesn't dare to catch me is the dog!"

"Little white deer, don't be too proud!" the young man's voice finally came out, gnashing his teeth. "I tell you that you still have many things to ask me. Don't cry too ugly at that time!"

Then he snorted, and Duanmu looked at him and felt his breath gradually thinning.

"Wait!"

Duanmu yawang knew he was leaving and stopped him: "what's going on just now? Why did the source of Linghu suddenly disappear?"

"Just now you didn't help me, but also slandered me, and you still want me to answer you?" the young man sneered and returned to the depths of the sea. No matter what Duanmu yawang called him, he didn't respond.

Duanmu Ya looked at her forehead and silently reached out and patted the little white deer's little ass: "don't tell me what's going on?"

"What's the use of asking me? I don't know!" the little white deer gasped and said, "it's too much to bully me like this!"

“……”

Duanmu yawang was speechless. She stretched out her hand and threw him into the next chair. "You are so naive. You have quarreled for so long for such a small matter! It affects my development progress!"

The little white deer sat in the chair and didn't answer, but in the direction Duanmu Ya couldn't see, his big eyes flashed a puzzling worry

——

After staying in the inn for a few days, Duanmu yawang still couldn't stay. That night, she quietly went to the West Street.

However, the street still didn't appear again.

Duanmu looked around and had to go back.

On the way back, the little white deer asked, "master, it's not fifteen yet. What are we here for? Do you think that Wen Shen is actually lying to you?"

"It's not impossible."

Duanmu yawang said faintly, "the people in the wind blade alliance are very slippery to listen to shopkeeper Ye. They can't believe all their words."

The little white deer nodded and thought it made sense.

When Duanmu yawang returned to the room, it was very late. The little white deer had fallen asleep. She was thirsty. After pouring a cup of tea, she was about to pour another cup for herself. She suddenly stopped, and the corner of her mouth wrote evil and raised an arc: "which expert? Now that you're here, sit down and have a drink with me."

With that, she reached out calmly, took out a new cup from the table, filled it with hot tea, pushed it opposite her, and then filled herself with a cup.

When she picked up the cup and pecked the tea with her head down, she glanced at the opposite cup of tea, which was held up by an old hand.

Duanmu yawang sipped his tea unchanged. He didn't lift his eyes until a cup of tea was finished. Then, unexpectedly, he saw a strange, old face, "Grandpa, it was you."

Isn't this old man just the old man who used Obsidian black iron to exchange base liquid with her?

He's been here for so long?

"Little girl, you're not too surprised to see me." the old man took a sip of tea. Maybe the tea was not very good. After taking a sip, he put down the cup.

"Who says I'm not surprised, I'm surprised." Duanmu yawang drank tea himself and said, "when Lingyue Pavilion said goodbye, I thought you would come to me, but I didn't see you. I always thought I guessed wrong."

Then he looked at the old man's face: "Grandpa, how long have you been following me?"

"Not long ago, I found it occasionally these days." the old man said faintly.

"Oh? Really?" Duanmu yawang didn't believe it.

"Don't doubt that the ability of the people around you is not low. If I follow you, they won't find it?"

"The people around me?" duanmuya looked and smiled, but there was no smile at the bottom of her eyes: "what people around me?"

"Miss Duanmu, you understand."

Duanmu Ya looked straight at the old man and said faintly, "I call you grandpa for obsidian black iron, but I don't like others to put their ideas on me. Please tell me what you have."

The old man's wrinkled fingertips gently rubbed the edge of the tea cup. After a while, he said, "don't you want to enter the street of Wuzhi? How about walking with me?"