Chapter 282

After the bamboo hall leader left, duanmuya looked back to Bai Xici's room, took a blood sample again, explained to Ma steward, and then returned to the house.

After returning, she began to develop catalytic system day and night.

Of course, no matter how busy she is, she still takes time to see Duanmu Liguang every day.

He is also a master in Liuhuo empire. Although his lower body is paralyzed, he is still in good physical condition and recovers very quickly.

So, two days passed.

After working day and night to develop and update the catalytic system for several times, she finally blew up the poisonous insects in the blood sample in advance.

She was full of joy and extracted the venom. She was about to develop an antidote based on the venom. Then she put a cold thing on her neck.

The sword.

Duanmu yawang immediately thought of the word.

"Hero." the breath behind her was strong and oppressive, and her ability was far above her. She knew the current affairs, put down the instrument in her hand and raised her hand as a surrender: "we have something to say. Don't hurry to do it!"

Even if you want to fight, leave this room and go out to fight, okay?

Her room is now full of medical instruments taken out of the medical system. Of course, these are not important. The most important thing is the venom she just got.

Bai Xici has to rely on it to save his life!

"Now you say, can you save Xiaoyi?"

The voice behind him was low and cold.

Duanmuya looked at it and knew who it was. She was relieved and said helplessly, "Lord Bai, if you have anything to praise, please say it well. Is it suitable for me as soon as you appear?"

Although it took a long time, she was sincere in helping Bai Xici, okay?

Bai Tingzhi's intention was clear: "you haven't answered my question."

"Yes!" the sword on her neck not only didn't move away, but also pressed more and more tightly. The pain and bloody smell on her neck told her that the sword edge must have entered the meat. She couldn't bear it: "can you take away the sword first and kill or hurt me? Xiaoxici will really be hopeless!"

Her words fell, and Bai Tingzhi had no time to respond. A strong breath pressed over. His chest was stifled, and a trace of blood quickly spilled from the corners of his mouth, while the sword in his hand turned into powder and fell silently

At the same time, Duanmu yawang was tightly hugged into a familiar but trembling chest.

Duanmu Ya looked stunned and raised his head: "Gong Yulan? How did you come back?"

Gong Yulan was silent, his cold lips pursed slightly and hugged her tightly.

He's shaking.

Duanmu yawang noticed that his heart was warm and sour. He hurriedly hugged him and patted him. He was gently comforted: "it's okay, I'm okay, don't worry."

Gong Yulan was silent and trembled slightly. It took a long time to calm down.

He touched the top of her hair, and his purple eyes stared at the slender blood marks on the back of her neck. For a moment, he seemed to feel very eye-catching. The slender finger tip touched it gently, the blood marks disappeared instantly, and the skin recovered to snow-white and crystal.

Gong Yulan calmed down, hung his head and kissed him gently.

"Ah!" duanmuya looked red and pushed him: "don't!"

Now there are not only two of them in the room. The little white deer Sutra has also come back. Plus Bai Tingzhi, there are three spectators!

"You, who are you?"

The speaker was Bai Tingzhi, who was injured and knelt on one knee on his chest.

Since Gong yulanzhi appeared, his eyes had not moved away from Gong yulanzhi. When Gong yulanzhi stroked Duanmu yawang's wound, his pupils shrank when he recovered from the problem.

I don't know what I thought. I can't believe it!

Gong Yulan just hugged Duanmu and looked at him without looking at the past.

Instead, the Buddhist Scripture came to Bai Tingzhi with a crutch and said strangely, "what you have in your hand is a sword made of Millennium black iron. It cuts iron like mud and is extremely hard. It is also the best in the world. Under the strong pressure of the master, it is all crushed, but you only really hurt the snack pulse and have two brushes."

When he said that, he tutted twice, and looked at Bai Tingzhi, who knelt on one knee. Finally, he found that there was a big gap and gave up.

Duanmu yawang couldn't help laughing.

Gong Yulan tightly hugged Duanmu yawang in his arms and said coldly, "Brahma Sutra, I want him to disappear."

"Yes."

The Sutra answered and nodded immediately.

Duanmu yawang was stunned. He thought of something and hurriedly said, "don't, don't, everyone misunderstood!"

Gong Yulan stopped the oppression of the surrounding atmosphere, and his purple eyes were dark. "He hurt you."

Hurt her, damn it!

"He definitely didn't mean it!" Duanmu yawang looked up from Gong Yulan's arms and looked at him seriously. "He is my friend. Everyone is joking. Don't take it seriously."

"He hurt you." Gong Yulan said with a cold face.

With that, purple eyes looked at the Sanskrit Sutra.

The heart of the Buddhist Scripture trembled, understood it in an instant, and looked at Bai Tingzhi with regret.

"Brahma Sutra, you don't want to do it." duanmuya saw that Gong Yulan didn't listen to advice. She was anxious. She hurriedly dragged his hand, dragged him behind the screen, touched his face and said, "I'm really fine, I'm fine."

Then she stood on tiptoe and put her arms around his neck, kissing him on his beautiful lips.

Gong Yulan's eyes changed color, then wrapped his big palm around the back of her head, pressed her to himself, and deepened the kiss.

A screen can only separate their figures, but not their voices.

The sound of their kissing made the other three people in the room look different.

The little white deer shrank in a corner, looked up 45 degrees and looked at the sky sadly, "doesn't anyone remember that I'm still a child, hum, isn't it suitable for children?"

The Brahman's face turned red.

Bai Tingzhi's eyes drooped. There were differences and calmness in the fundus of his eyes. People didn't know how he thought.

After a kiss, Duanmu yawang was short of breath and blushed.

Gong Yulan's face eased a lot.

"Will you listen to me?" duanmuya looked, holding his hand and said in a warm voice: "although I don't know him well, I can guarantee that he doesn't really want to hurt me."

"He's hurt."

Speaking of this, Gong Yulan's face was cold again.

Duanmu yawang was helpless. Soft could not persuade him, so he had to be hard. He stared at him with his hands akimbo: "do you want to listen to me?"

"... listen." Gong Yulan stopped pursing her lips and said, "but this is an exception."

"But this man really can't be killed." Duanmu yawang can't be hard on him, especially when he is for her good. "Just listen to me once."

Gong Yulan looked down at her delicate face, and her black and white eyes, bright as the stars, only felt that her heart was soft in a mess. No matter what she said, he would agree.

In his long years, he listened to a person for the first time. He put his hand around her and whispered, "no next time."

They humans... Are too fragile.

An accident, life may fall.

"OK." Duanmu yawang had never been so moved. His face was buried in his chest, hugged him tightly, absorbed his breath, and his voice choked: "I promise."