Chapter 853

"Yes!"

Duanmu yawang didn't hesitate. In an instant, he didn't have the idea of staying in bed. While wearing clothes, he urged him: "don't worry about me. You're busy with you. I'll go and have a look in a minute."

"OK."

Although Gong yulanzhi said so, when duanmuya looked at her clothes, she either looked around or touched here and there. Even she had to stand aside and watch her grooming.

“……”

Duanmu yawang was angry and stared at him: "do you want to write?"

Gong Yulan then went back to the table, sat down and picked up his brush to continue writing.

This is the first time Duanmu yawang has seen him sitting in a place writing. His back is straight, and there is an unspeakable elegance between his gestures.

Duanmu Ya looked familiar. Looking at his black hair in the mirror, he thought and took out his silver hair and put it on. Then he went behind Gong yulanzhi and watched him write.

When Gong Yulan saw her coming, he looked at her with his pen and side eyes, stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms and let her sit on his legs. Duanmu yawang moved his ass and wanted to jump down: "don't make trouble, how do you write like this?"

"Yes."

Gong Yulan rubbed the tip of his nose against the back of her neck. Her skin was tender and smooth, and the touch was excellent. He rubbed it, kissed it again, and chewed it from time to time.

Duanmu Ya looked itchy and shrunk her neck. She was harassed by him. She twisted her head and grabbed his neck with one hand. At the same time, she bared her teeth and bit his neck, threatening: "do you still write or not, try again!"

"OK, no trouble."

Gongyulanzhi was not afraid of her. Just looking at her smart face, he couldn't help but want to obey her. Although he didn't make trouble, he finally pecked two on her lips.

Duanmu yawang was very angry and wanted to get off his leg. Gong yulanzhi held her waist tightly in one hand and didn't let her move. He held the pen in the other hand and began to write seriously.

When he became serious, Duanmu yawang also had the intention to see what he wrote. At first glance, he found that the paper was full of strange symbols. It looked like simplified image words, but at first glance, it seemed to be different.

Because she once specialized in studying image characters, knew their usage and laws, and knew more about Qi glyphs. However, the graphics written by Gong Yulan's paintings are beautiful, and each one is so beautiful. She can't read smoothly according to the image characters.

Because, although similar, there are still differences between strokes and image words.

In a word, she can't understand it at all.

"What is this?"

Duanmu yawang couldn't help asking.

"I don't know." Gong Yulan frowned. When he wrote and drew these patterns, he didn't write and draw according to what, but wrote and drew while thinking. The movement on his hand was fast and stopped, his lips were tight and focused.

"I don't know what it means?"

Gong Yulan stopped writing and said seriously, "when I tracked a person and went to a place, I accidentally found these graphics, but they were destroyed soon. I just wrote down what I had seen."

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyebrows and looked at the graphics that had been written on several sheets of paper next to her, "have you seen it once and wrote it down?"

"Don't be so surprised."

Gong Yulan's lips were slightly raised and looked at her purple eyes with some pride: "in this regard, in fact, you are better than me."

He didn't forget that every time he gave her a secret script or something, she usually read ten lines at a glance, and often she could write it down only at a glance, with an excellent memory.

"Your graphics are complex."

Sometimes a figure is densely packed with many strokes. In addition to the image text, it often needs a specific image. It is not easy to write and draw.

It's not easy for Gong Yulan to write them down.

"Yes."

Gong Yulan stopped and remembered something. He continued to write. Duanmu yawang looked at him so focused and didn't bother him. At this time, there was a knock on the door in the room, and then the voice of the Sanskrit came in: "xiaoyawang, are you up?"

"Get up."

Duanmu Ya looked sideways at his head and jumped down from Gong Yulan's leg. The warm fragrance in his arms was soft and disappeared. Gong Yulan's face was not very good-looking.

But even if he was unhappy, he still pursed his lips and continued to write.

Memory is very mysterious. I'm afraid that memory will break after a long time, and I'll be in trouble at that time.

Duanmu yawang ran lightly to the door and answered. He opened the door as quietly as possible. When the door was opened, the fire Fei little white deer scriptures were outside. The little white deer shouted, "master, you got up so late. We are all starving!"

"Shh, don't quarrel with the master."

The Brahma Sutra looked inside and saw that Gong Yulan was writing something and thinking of something. He quickly raised his fingers and put them on his mouth to signal the little white deer not to quarrel.

As soon as the little white deer heard this, his face stiffened. He didn't dare to continue to speak. He ran to the other side of the corridor and was far away from the door. He was afraid that the city fire would affect the fish in the pond.

"Wait for me first."

Duanmu yawang finished. Before several people could react, he came to Gong yulanzhi and asked him, "do you want to eat?"

Gongyulan stopped shaking his head, "No."

"Then let's go down for a while?"

"Yes."

During the conversation with Duanmu yawang, Gong Yulan didn't lift his head, and the nib danced quickly. One by one, no graphics came out of the nib. Duanmu yawang sighed in his heart, and then left the room quietly.

"Hero, what is the protagonist yulanzhi doing?" the little white deer was held by huofei, but ran to Duanmu yawang, blinking his big eyes and asking curiously.

"It's some graphics, but I can't understand what it is."

Duanmu yawang finished and asked the thoughtful Buddhist Scripture with his side eyes, "do you know?"

"I don't know." the Sanskrit obviously knows what patterns, but he sighed, "if we knew, everything would be much better."

Duanmu Ya looked at his face and said, "those graphics are very important?"

"We think it's important. We always feel that it will be important to us."

Duanmu yawang also wanted to ask. When he met ye at this time, he said hello to her. She answered, and then went downstairs. After going downstairs, the Vatican Sutra and Duanmu yawang tacitly terminated the topic.

When they went downstairs, there were not many guests downstairs, but there were purple eyes and blue eyes and green eyes. They sat at more than half the table. Duanmu yawang was about to sit down at any table. A familiar voice was wearing at the door: "Gongyu childe."

"Mr. Luo?"

Duanmu Ya looked at the sound and saw that falling nine dust Shi Shi ran came in. She picked her eyebrows and smiled. "Originally, she wanted to find Mr. falling today. Unexpectedly, she met him."