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

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

    dizzy.

    The screen suddenly disappeared. Mu Wushuang shook his head drowsily, feeling as if he had been beaten in the air, his body was limp and sore, and he had no strength at all.

    Gui Lan's voice sounded at the right time: "How is it?"

    Mu Wushuang pressed his temples, and saw the young man frowning at himself, his face full of impatience.

    For some reason, Mu Wushuang always felt a little strange in his heart when he looked at Gui Lan.

    She replied dryly: "It's okay...it's okay. What's going on?"

    Gui Lan said coolly, "You're provoking something out of your good intentions." After

    he finished speaking, he suddenly pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment.

    Mu Wushuang felt uncomfortable when he heard his words. But after thinking about it, I think it's normal.

    This little devil has always been a dog who can't spit ivory out of his mouth, so I have nothing to do with him.

    She pressed her forehead, still feeling the strange feeling just now lingering in her heart.

    Sluggish and clogged, heavy, sticking to the heart like scale accumulated over the years.

    After a moment of silence, Gui Lan spoke again.

    "I have special meridians. It is not only useless for others to infuse magic power into me, but it will also pour back the original magic power in my body."

    When Gui Lan said this, his brows were heavy, but his lips and face were pale, which added nothing. Some sense of innocent vulnerability.

    Mu Wushuang was silent for a moment, then said: "Then you take care of yourself. Oh, by the way, does this shop belong to you? I want to get some clothes to wear."

    "Take it."

    Gui Lan's tone was cold.

    Mu Wushuang picked out a skirt with fluttering sleeves on the messy counter. It is bright red, with some exotic style, with tinkling ring jade ornaments, and a veil, which perfectly meets her needs for covering the face.

    After getting dressed, Mu Wushuang looked at her clothes with satisfaction, and when she turned around, she saw Gui Lan looking at her with her arms crossed.

    The young man's red pupils flickered: "In this suit, go out to make a marriage?"

    "For your mother's funeral." After Mu Wushuang finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing.

    She covered her lips, and began to pretend to be stupid with a calm face: "Oh, what did I just say, the wind is too strong and I can't hear you clearly."

    Gui Lan: "..."

    Gui Lan: "There is a girl in the room The wind of fart."

    Mu Wushuang looked at Gui Lan's expression. Although the young man looked cold, he was not angry.

    Is this little devil possessed by a Living Buddha?

    No matter what, Mu Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief.

    Gui Lan said again: "The demons in Yuma City want to bury their faces. If you wear it like this, do you think you didn't die early enough?"

    After he finished speaking, a look of disgust flashed across his face: "Forget it, you want to die. It's your own business."