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

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Questioning

    Gui Lan looked at her darkly, and asked coldly, "What are you doing in front of the deity's bed?"

    Mu Wushuang stood up, her face not flushing and her heart beating nonsense: "What else can I do, didn't I see that I was feeling your pulse?" ? I am concerned about your injuries, Great Guardian."

    After she finished speaking, she felt that the words were ridiculously false, and couldn't help but blinked several times.

    As soon as these words came out, it is estimated that Gui Lan would open his mouth and say something strange to her more or less.

    Thinking of this, she quickly brewed a few words in her heart, and prepared to use them for review later.

    Of course, it is absolutely impossible to have a good word for brewing.

    Unexpectedly, Mu Wushuang waited with her ears up for a long time, but she didn't hear a sound.

    The hall was silent, with the sound of burning candles on the table.

    Mu Wushuang looked at Guilan in a daze.

    The young man leaning on the head of the bed half hung his head, his body was frozen there, as quiet as a sculpture.

    Guilan seemed to have not moved at all since he woke up. He didn't even take back his wrist that was resting on the side of the bed, but when he looked closely, he could find that the fingers on the side of the bed seemed to be curled up a little.

    He maintained this posture for a long time, and finally moved his lips to say the second sentence: "Boring." His

    voice was hoarse, as if he was holding back.

    Mu Wushuang was taken aback for a moment, his mind was spinning rapidly.

    Guilan didn't get angry, is that reasonable?

    This is unreasonable.

    This little devil is the master who will smash the scene if he disagrees with him. Can he be so calm about her words?

    She turned her mind a few times and came to an unbelievable conclusion.

    Go back and believe that you really care about him.

    Mu Wushuang's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly adjusted.

    Although this direction is a bit outrageous, it is not a bad thing. It just so happens that I also have something to ask for, and it is much better to have a good relationship with him than a sword.

    Mu Wushuang deliberated for a moment, cleared his throat, and then said, "Dharma Protector—"

    "Mu Wushuang—"

    two voices sounded at the same time, and they both paused at the end, relatively speechless.

    After a while, Gui Lan lowered his eyebrows, lifted the quilt covering him in a breath, and stood up abruptly.

    Then his face changed.

    Gui Lan tilted his head a little stiffly, and raised his right hand.

    His clothes are black with gold patterns, and are embellished with crimson red. At first glance, he looks indifferent and restrained, with a sudden sense of nobility.

    Now, the sleeves of this expensive and indifferent sleeves are ragged and ragged, the torn pieces of fabric are messily entangled together, and there are holes from grinding, which can be called ragged.