The way his master looked at him, he wanted to throw him onto the table and eat him up.
Because he was too excited, the demonic energy overflowed again, and a cracking sound rang in his ears. He looked down and saw that the corner of the table was crushed by himself.
Gu Xingyun quickly withdrew his hand and stared at the corner of the table with a frown.
Then he turned around and smiled bitterly at the closed door: "Master...how little do you know yourself?"
How could it not be attractive?
He had been trying his best to restrain himself these days, but Yan Huailiu's glance was enough to make him collapse.
Seeing that he was about to lose control again, Gu Xingyun immediately sat down to regulate his breathing.
After thinking about what to say, I returned to the study and found that the person I was thinking about was gone.
More than half of the books around were missing, obviously they had been taken away.
Gu Xingyun ran out and looked for a long time, feeling very annoyed.
"He must be angry. Why would I run? What's there to run for?"
He slammed the table hard, very sure that Yan Huailiu would not come back tonight, and reluctantly picked up the book on the table and continued reading.
You can't just do nothing.
It is unknown how many years these books have been stored. The pages are yellowed and the handwriting in some of them is so blurred that we have to guess.
He watched patiently. As the sky gradually darkened, he got up and lit the lamp.
When he sat down again, his arm accidentally knocked over the last pile of books. Just as he was about to bend down to pick up the one closest to him, his hand suddenly turned in the air and picked up the yellowed book that was half-pressed.
The cover is too familiar, the font on the inside pages has been seen thousands of times, and the familiar signature.
He took out another one he had with him and put it together: "Found it."
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