After a life-long private appointment with the former Domon Lord

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 The Setting Sun

    The boy coughed so badly that his cold white cheeks turned red.

    Mu Wushuang was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to give him a pat on the back.

    Although Gui Lan coughed half to death, his reaction was quick. Seeing Mu Wushuang's movement, he turned his head and shrank away.

    His eyes were still moist, but his expression was vigilant: "Don't touch my head."

    Mu Wushuang paused his hand in the air, and laughed angrily.

    The hand in mid-air reached down fiercely, and brushed Guilan's shiny black and fluffy hair.

    Gui Lan didn't know whether he was angry or annoyed, a suspicious crimson color appeared in the corner of his eyes.

    He stared fiercely at Mu Wushuang, the scarlet color of his pupils was as thick as bleeding.

    Just as soon as he opened his mouth, Gui Lan's voice became muffled and deep: "You have been getting close to me all this time, what is your intention? Just tell me."

    Mu Wushuang: ?

    Mu Wushuang felt that he was becoming more and more unable to understand the incredible brain circuit of the Great Guardian.

    What did she do to make him feel that she wanted to be close to him.

    Moreover, he kindly gave him a pat on the back, but Gui Lan actually thought she was going to pat his head and avoided it?

    Mu Wushuang became angry.

    Don't like being patted on the head, do you?

    Just touch it!

    So the girl Mozun directly mobilized her hands and rubbed the dog's head of Guilan Great Guardian in all directions without any dead ends.

    After rubbing, Mu Wushuang shook her hands in relief, feeling a lot better.

    She looked at Gui Lan who was about to die with her, and smiled wickedly: "My intention is to rub your dog's head, after all, I have never raised a dog in the cultivation world before."

    Gui Lan, whose hair was messed up, still looked cold. Except for the thin redness on the corners of the eyes and cheeks and the slight curling of the knuckles, it can be said that there is no flaw, and he is naturally ruthless.

    What was different from before being ravaged was that this time, Gui Lan's face lacked some rock-like toughness.

    As if he had been succumbed to this abuse, the young man's brows and eyes drooped tiredly, and Danhui's thin lips were slightly pursed.

    "How can I let me go."

    He asked flatly.

    Mu Wushuang rested her chin, thinking about it, and let out a long "hmm" sound from her nose, showing a look of deliberation.

    Gui Lan didn't even lift his eyelids amidst a long series of hums, as if he had completely resisted Mu Wushuang's provocative approach.

    After Mu Wushuang pondered for a long time, he said, "It feels a little bad to let you go. You are a former Demon Lord, and you must have wanted to kill me all the time.

    " Dangerous, of course we can't let you go so easily.

    After procrastinating, Gui Lan didn't get angry. He responded lightly and said, "I won't kill you anymore."