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

Chapter 80

Chapter 80 Hot Spring

    Mu Wushuang was stunned.

    It was really hard not to be shocked when the picture in front of her changed into her own face.

    Originally, I thought that there were only paper materials, but I didn't expect Gui Lan himself to have remaining memories of this matter.

    ...From this perspective, she was probably held in the arms of the little devil.

    Mu Wushuang silently looked at himself with his eyes closed and his face full of weakness, feeling very complicated.

    At this moment, a voice sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness: "Do you want to open a third-person perspective for you?"

    Mu Wushuang: "?"

    Mu Wushuang was alert: "Who are you?"

    The voice paused for a moment, "I It's the way of heaven."

    Mu Wushuang continued to ask: "What is a third-person perspective?"

    Heaven said: "...That's it."

    The picture in front of Mu Wushuang changed.

    In the evening light, Gui Lan walked into the magic palace with the man in his arms.

    Tiandao said: "This is the third-person perspective. Do you want it?"

    "...Yes."

    After that, Tiandao's voice did not come out again, as if his appearance was only to complete Mu Wushuang's viewing experience.

    Mu Wushuang turned his attention back to Lan.

    The boy carried her all the way through Huafuying, and went straight into the bedroom, and then he threw Mu Wushuang on the bed very roughly.

    The next moment, Gui Lan's demonic energy was tyrannical, and for a while, the hall was full of gray air, which could be called smoke and dust.

    In an instant, Gui Lan's back straightened, and his bare hands and feet outside the black robe trembled slightly. He arched his back and shrank to a corner of the wall, almost curled up trembling.

    The young man's face was snow-white, and his pupils became bright red and dazzling.

    A gleam of clarity pierced his eyes, Gui Lan seemed to have come to his senses, his expression changed, and then he smiled coldly, lowered his head and took out an indigo short knife from his sleeve.

    His eyes looked at the knife, but it seemed that he was not just looking at the knife. There was something heavy in the boy's eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was sadness or anger.

    After a while, he laughed, rubbing the handle of the knife with his fingertips, and then moved his palm to the edge of the knife little by little.

    Yubai's palm faced the indigo light, and the next moment, he held it.

    The dripping blood flowed out from between the fingers, dripped down on the lower part of the sleeves of the robe, and soon disappeared into the black color of the clothes itself, leaving no trace at all.

    Mu Wushuang's pupils dilated, and he could hardly believe what he saw.

    What is the little devil doing, why did he deliberately cut his palm.

    Gui Lan in the picture still increased his strength without knowing the pain, as if he wanted to engrave the pain into his bone marrow, so that he would never forget it in his life.