That brand took away all of Wei Wuxian's attention, making him wonder if he had seen something wrong. He didn't even have time to look at the other person's face, and his breathing was erratic.

Suddenly, his eyes turned white, as if a curtain of snow had fallen, and then the snow curtain split open, and a blue sword light came towards him with an icy air.

Who doesn’t know that “Bichen” is so famous? It’s Lan Zhan who’s dying!

Wei Wuxian was well versed in running for his life and hiding from the sword. He rolled open on the spot and narrowly escaped him. When he rushed out of the cold spring, he still had time to pluck a blade of grass from his hair. His head was like a headless fly.

He bumped into a few people passing by on night patrol, and was grabbed and yelled: "Why are you running around! It is forbidden to run fast in the deep clouds!"

When Wei Wuxian saw that it was Lan Jingyi and the others, he was overjoyed. He thought that now he would be beaten down the mountain by random sticks, and he hurriedly sent himself up: "I didn't see it! I didn't see anything! I definitely didn't come to steal.

Look at Hanguang-Jun!"

When several juniors heard this, they were immediately shocked by his dog's audacity. Lan Wangji was not a famous person who looked up to the mountains and could not be blasphemed. The junior disciples in the family respected him as if he were a god. In Lengquan

Watching nearby, just thinking about it is a heinous crime. Lan SiZhui's tone changed with fright: "What? Hanguang-Jun? Hanguang-Jun is in there?!"

Lan Jingyi grabbed him angrily: "You damn Duanxiu! This, this, this can also be peeked at?!"

Wei Wuxian struck while the iron was hot to prove his guilt: "I didn't come here to peek at Hanguang-Jun bathing!"

Lan Jingyi: "There is no three hundred taels of silver here! And you said you don't have it. What are you doing here sneaking around if you don't have it? Look at you, you are so embarrassed that you are too embarrassed to see anyone!"

Wei Wuxian covered his face with his hands and said, "Don't be so loud, no noise is allowed in Yunshen!"

Just as the chickens and dogs were jumping around, Lan Wangji, wearing a white coat with long hair, walked out from behind the layers of orchid grass. In just a few words, he was already fully dressed and had not yet left the dust.

He put it in the sheath. The juniors saluted quickly. Lan Jingyi said hurriedly: "Hanguang-Jun, this Mo Xuanyu is really hateful. You brought him back for the sake of helping him in Mojiazhuang, but he...

…”

Wei Wuxian thought that this time he would be kicked out of the mountain gate intolerable. Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji glanced at him lightly, remained silent for a moment, and then put Bichen in his sheath with a clank.

He said: "It's all gone."

With these three plain words, but without any hesitation, everyone immediately dispersed. Lan Wangji calmly picked up Wei Wuxian by the back of his collar and dragged him all the way to the quiet room.

Why do you love mopping so much?! Wei Wuxian staggered about to scream, but Lan Wangji said coldly: "Stop talking to those who make noises."

Throwing him down the mountain was a wishful thinking, but forbidding him to speak was a sign of insensitivity. Wei WuXian was puzzled: When did the Lan family become so tolerant of the shameless crime of spying on celebrities bathing in the family, and could they tolerate it?!

Lan Wangji carried him into the quiet room, went straight to the inner room, and threw him on the couch with a "thud". Wei Wuxian groaned when he was thrown, and couldn't get up for a while. He wanted to say something coquettish, which would scare him all over.

With goosebumps on his skin, he raised his eyes and saw that Lan Wangji was holding the Bichen Sword in one hand and looking down at him.

He was used to seeing Young Master Lan with his forehead tied up and his long hair tied up. He looked serious and meticulous. But he had never seen this look like his black hair slightly scattered and his thin clothes. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but take a second look. He dragged him over.

With a few movements of falling, Lan Wangji's originally tightly closed collar also opened a little, revealing the clear collarbone and the deep red mark under the collarbone.

As soon as he saw the brand, Wei Wuxian's attention was drawn again.

He also had this brand on his body before he became the ancestor of Yiling.

At this time, the piece on Lan Zhan's body was exactly the same as the piece on his body in both position and shape, so he couldn't help but feel that it didn't look familiar and he wasn't surprised.

What's strange is not only the brand, but also the more than 30 whip wounds on Lan Zhan's back.

Lan Zhan became famous at a young age and has a very high reputation. He is the most orthodox celebrity in the immortal sect. The only way to punish him is his elders. But Lan Zhan has always been one of the two jewels that the Gusu Lan family is proud of.

His words and deeds are all regarded by the elders as the benchmark for outstanding disciples of the Immortal Sect. What unforgivable mistake did he commit to deserve such a heavy punishment?

Those scars look like they were beaten to death, and once the scars are on the body, they will never disappear in this life, so that the punished will always remember it and never do it again.

Following his gaze, Lan Wangji lowered his eyes slightly, pulled up his collar, covered his collarbone, and concealed the scars. It was the frosty Lan Wangji again.

At this time, a deep bell sounded from outside.

The Lan family has strict rules and rigorous daily routines. They rest at Hai hour and rise at Mao hour. The sound of the bell is a warning. Lan Wangji listened intently, listened to the bell, and said to Wei Wuxian, "You can sleep here."

Without giving Wei Wuxian a chance to reply, he moved into a separate room in the quiet room, leaving Wei Wuxian leaning on the couch alone, confused.

It's not that I didn't suspect that Lan Zhan had guessed who he was. It's just that this suspicion didn't make sense either emotionally or rationally.

Since the Sacrifice Forbidden Technique is a forbidden technique, very few people must know about it. And most of the ones that have been handed down are fragments and cannot be used. In the long run, even fewer people believe in it. Mo Xuanyu's use of a spell was purely a mistake and a combination of bad luck.

The remnant formation, which did not complete the ceremony and ceremony, recalled Wei Wuxian. A prominent immortal family like the Gusu Lan family with a family motto of "elegant and upright", who maintain their own status, most likely disdain to understand such crooked ways. Lan Zhan cannot rely on him.

He can be recognized by his broken flute.

He asked himself that he did not have any unforgettable friendship with Lan Zhan during his lifetime. Although they were classmates, had adventures, and fought side by side, they had always been like falling flowers, coming and going in a hurry. And due to their nature, their relationship could never be described as

Okay. Lan Zhan is a descendant of the Gusu Lan family, which means he is destined to be both "elegant" and "upright", which is quite incompatible with Wei Wuxian's temperament. Most of the time, Lan Zhan is very disgusted with his frivolity and casualness.

Their evaluation of him is the same as others: evil is rampant and righteousness is insufficient. After rebelling against the Jiang clan, the relationship was not small. If Lan Zhan had determined that he was Wei Wuxian, they should have beaten him to death.

But the current situation makes people laugh or cry: he used to do whatever he wanted and Lan Zhan couldn't bear it, but now Lan Zhan can tolerate it even if he tries his best to make troubles. Shouldn't it be said that this is great progress, which is gratifying?!

After staring at each other for a long time, Wei Wuxian turned over and got down on the bed, moving very lightly to the cubicle.

Lan Wangji was lying on his side on the couch, seeming to have fallen into a deep sleep. Wei Wuxian leaned over to him silently.

He still refused to give up and was about to touch it to see if he could find out the Tongxing Jade Token that he had been trying to find for a long time. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, Lan Wangji's long eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes.

Wei Wuxian was heartbroken and threw himself on the bed!

He remembered that Lan Zhan hated physical contact with others. In the past, if he touched him, he would be thrown away. If he could bear this, then he was definitely not Lan Zhan. He would suspect that Lan Zhan had been taken away!

Wei Wuxian's entire body towered over Lan Wangji, his legs spread apart, and he knelt on both sides of his waist. His hands supported the wooden couch, trapping Lan Wangji in the middle of his arms, and slowly pressed his face down. Two faces

The distance between them was getting closer and closer, so close that Wei Wuxian almost had trouble breathing, and Lan Wangji finally spoke.

He was silent for a while and then said: "Go down."

Wei Wuxian said shamelessly, "No."

A pair of very light-colored eyes looked at Wei Wuxian very close to him. Lan Wangji looked at him steadily and repeated: "...Go down."

Wei WuXian said, “I don’t. If you let me sleep here, you should have expected this kind of thing to happen.”

Lan Wangji said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"..." For some reason, Wei Wuxian felt like he had to think carefully about his answer. Just as he was about to raise his lips, his waist suddenly went numb and his legs went weak. Then, with a thump, he fell onto Lan Wang's body.

on the fuselage.

The arc of desire was frozen at the corner of his mouth. His head was pressed against the right side of Lan Wangji's chest, and his whole body was unable to move. Lan Wangji's voice came from above.

He spoke in a low and deep voice, and his chest vibrated slightly with the pronunciation of the words:

"Then you can do this for one night."

Wei Wuxian never expected this outcome.

What happened to Lan Zhan these years, and how did he become like this?

Is this still the same Lan Zhan from before?!

He was the one who had his body taken away, right?!?!

His heart was in a state of turmoil when suddenly Lan Wangji stood up slightly. Wei Wuxian thought that he couldn't bear it anymore, and his spirits were lifted. Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji waved his hand gently and the lights went out.

The quiet room fell into darkness and dead silence.
Chapter completed!