The group pet master respects her as a boss

Chapter 95

Gu Liyuan originally looked at it with the eyes of a poor countryman, but in the end it turned into disgust.

There are rows of shelves behind the door, extending from the door to the inside, and you can't see the end at a glance.

The wooden frame exudes the atmosphere of a long time ago, and some books are placed on the dark yellow shelf.

It turned out to be a bookshelf.

Gu Liyuan walked in.

She found that there are many shelves in the sky, but there are very few books. Most of the shelves have no books, and the books are arranged in no way. Or on another shelf.

Moreover, she also found that the positions of the books were not the same, not neat at all, and some books were even thrown on the ground.

It's very similar to someone who puts it where he left after reading a book.

Gu Liyuan was amazed at the sight in front of him, this master is really lazy to the extreme, even more lazy than herself.

She took out a book, and layers of dust fell on Gu Liyuan's face as the book was taken away.

Gu Liyuan: "..."

fuck you.

The key is that she still opened her mouth, and the dust was eaten into her mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

Gu Liyuan opened her mouth wide, and stretched out one arm to rest on the shelf, regardless of the dust she touched, she began to cough heart-piercingly.

That posture wished he could cough up his lungs.

After coughing for a long time, Gu Liyuan stopped.

Her mouth was astringent, and her throat seemed to be clogged with several layers of cotton. Gu Liyuan almost coughed up tears, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Gu Liyuan was extremely thankful that he had the foresight to put the clothes he usually wears in the storage bag in advance, instead of putting them in his room and waiting for her to steal them at night.

Otherwise, she would be covered in dust all over her body, and she would go crazy if she didn't change it.

She shook her hand and shook the mustard seeds out of her sleeves, and the mustard seeds fell to the ground.

Her mustard seeds were bought at a fairy market when she went out, and they were very common street stalls, the shape of which was the same as the sachets used by ordinary people.

It feels ordinary and can hold very few things, but it is still no problem to hold a few clothes.

Gu Liyuan pinched the mustard strap, lifted it up, a ray of spiritual power emerged from his fingertips and penetrated into it, and then a white dress was hung on Gu Liyuan's arm.

She changed her clothes, put the dirty ones aside and folded them, and after finishing everything, she picked up the book at hand again.

Enduring the discomfort in his throat, Gu Liyuan began to watch.

She was afraid that the tragedy would happen again, and to prevent her face from being covered in dust again, she put the sleeve next to her mouth to cover her mouth, put the book on the ground, and flipped through it with one hand.

There's a mess of characters written on the cover of the book...huh?Garbled characters?
Gu Liyuan squeezed his eyelids vigorously, recognized stroke by stroke, and finally saw what was written in this lump.

Four large characters were abstractly written on it: "Pear Blossom Collection."

What's the matter with this non-mainstream ground turtle's sense of ritual?

Also, the writing of this character is so ugly that even the person who wrote it may not be able to recognize it.

She then turned to the first page, wanting to see what was written on it, and then...

Looked lonely!
Day, there is nothing on the first page!

There are no ghostly symbols, and no spider-like ugly characters, just a dark yellow page.

Gu Liyuan then turned backwards, and then...

Continue to nothing.

Page three, page four...

After searching for a long time, she finally came to the conclusion that there was really nothing in this book.

Gu Liyuan didn't believe in evil, so he stretched out his fingers, and in preparation for being covered in dust again, he pinched the pages of the book and began to shake them off.

Shaking, shaking the book almost to pieces, but nothing happened.

I don't believe it, you can really have nothing, just a dot of ink.

"what!"

(End of this chapter)