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

Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Variables

    Mu Wushuang paused when he heard the words, and suddenly raised his head to take a deep look at Guilan.

    The young man's face was bright, and his expression was clearly impatient. But the strange thing is—his eyes are moist, like red pools. In the center of the water, there are shadows and shadows.

    Mu Wushuang paused for a moment, and finally turned and walked out without saying anything.

    And Gui Lan's hands and feet are obviously much more agile. In an instant, Gui Lan came out full of fireworks, his cheeks were tense, and he seemed unwilling to say anything more.

    Mu Wushuang was used to this, and said with a calm expression: "Go to the pavilion in the backyard? It's secluded and there are no people there."

    The dishes are always eye-catching in places with tables and chairs. The two invisible spirit bodies are weak and only Can try to avoid trouble.

    Gui Lan had no objection to this, and followed her along the path silently with the dishes in hand.

    The night was pitch black, and the coolness like an ice spring flowed slowly and silently in the air, refreshing the face.

    Mu's house was built on the mountain, and Mu Wushuang's courtyard is located on the mountainside, with lush vegetation, the shadow of the mountain and the light of the lake complement each other, which is very pleasant. The four corners of the small pavilions have upturned eaves, which make the mountain scenery more and more beautiful.

    Even though it was getting late, it didn't stop Mu Wushuang from seeing this kind of monster.

    Under the dimness, the scenery is rather magnificent.

    The wood sparrow chirped, and there was a moment of silence.

    Mu Wushuang didn't know what to say, so she raised her hand to pick up a dish with chopsticks and tasted it.

    The moment she entered, her eyes lit up suddenly.

    "It's delicious! Dharma protector, how did you learn this skill? It's really good." The

    young man's voice came along the night wind lightly: "Taught by my adoptive mother. I cooked the food when I was a child."

    Mu Wushuang grasped the chopsticks tightly. Tighten, keep silent.

    If I remember correctly, the adoptive mother that Gui Lan was talking about was the woman who bought him many precious magical artifacts and finally threw him into the Demon Realm.

    Inadvertently mentioning this kind of thing made her already awkward conversation even more embarrassing.

    Mu Wushuang lowered his head and took a mouthful of food, thinking about what to say next in confusion.

    She has always been eloquent and clever, but she can never speak seriously.

    clang.

    The sound of the porcelain bowl colliding with the stone table sounded crisp and crisp, short and crisp.

    Gui Lan's voice became cold again at some point, his brows were deep, and the corners of his lips raised: "Your Majesty has nothing to say to me?"

    Mu Wushuang frowned: "Of course not."

    Gui Lan's red eyes fixed on her, stayed for a moment, and then landed on the table full of food.

    The color in his eyes gradually deepened, and his smile became stronger: "Why does Your Majesty praise my craftsmanship against my will? I know that my craftsmanship is ordinary, so how can I compare with those master chefs of the Mu family's fairy feast?"