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

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

    At the fork in the road leading to different magic palaces, Gui Lan's gaze flickered for a moment, then he walked away.

    When Mu Wushuang opened his eyes, he found that he was already in the bedroom.

    She subconsciously covered her heart, but the cloth on the breast that she touched didn't have the warm and sticky feeling before. It was very dry and had obviously been processed.

    Thinking of this, Mu Wushuang was startled, her eyes widened.

    If she remembered correctly, she should have been in Guilan's arms before she fell asleep.

    Mu Wushuang stared at the brand-new and clean cloth on her chest, and her heart swelled with horror.

    No—

    no, no.

    Mu Wushuang suddenly sat up and looked around.

    The atmosphere and layout in the sleeping hall are very familiar, and at first glance, it should be her palace without a doubt.

    She glanced at it briefly, inexplicably feeling a little weird.

    The nose is lingering with a clear and light orchid fragrance, which smells fragrant.

    Mu Wushuang frowned slightly.

    Because of the previous conflict with the little devil, she has not smoked orchids in the palace for a long time.

    But she didn't return to the palace for many days, and the cleaning and tidying of the palace was done by a group of maids, and they couldn't stop. This may be because the maid conveniently lit the lingering fragrance in the pouch, but I don't know.

    After turning his thoughts around for a while, the dizziness in Mu Wushuang's head rushed up again.

    The previous confrontation with Master Jiaoxin really took a lot of mental energy.

    At this moment, her mind was in a daze, and her body was weak and uncomfortably weak, as if she had died from the underworld and returned to the underworld.

    Regardless of so many strangeness and weirdness, Mu Wushuang's shoulders slackened, and there was only one thought in his mind.

    So tired, she wants to sleep.

    Go to sleep and get up to do things again.

    The thought flashed, and Mu Wushuang's body collapsed back down very obediently.

    She closed her eyes and thought in a daze: this quilt and pillow are so soft that one is intoxicated.

    I have never found that the pillows in the palace are so soft.

    Before falling asleep, Mu Wushuang vaguely heard the creaking sound from the door.

    She was too lazy to open her eyes to look, so she tucked her quilt again in dissatisfaction, and buried her head in Wen Xiang's quilt.

    Woohoo, although I don't use Youlanxiang because of anger, but I have to say that it smells really good.

    She actually likes the scent.

    It's a pity that such a good fragrance is used by such a smelly person.

    What a pity.

    The sound of footsteps in front of the door approached, and the girl's face buried in the quilt wrinkled.