He picked up the pen and was about to continue drawing the map.
But I heard familiar footsteps coming from far and near.
His fingers stiffened, and he immediately threw the pen away.
But I heard Bai Weiwei's figure has faintly sounded, "Master?"
Lu Xinglan just put down the pen, then turned around with a calm face: "Well, I'm back."
Bai Weiwei was holding a plate with bandages and medicines on it.
She glanced at the table, the ink thrown away, and the ink pen thrown aside at will.
And those half-drawn maps.
The girl frowned and sighed in dissatisfaction, "Why did you work again, didn't you let you rest when you were injured?"
Lu Xinglan clenched his fist to his mouth as if nothing had happened, and hid a cough.
"No, it's just cleaning up. I didn't draw any pictures."
Bai Weiwei looked at him reluctantly for a while, and saw that he was guilty of staring at him everywhere.
He walked over to him and put the plate down.
Then he rolled up his sleeves and said softly to him, "Take off your clothes."
Lu Xinglan turned his back to her, and when he heard this, he gently lowered his eyelashes and blushed.
He took off half of his clothes, straightened his back, and did not show a trace of confusion.
The girl behind him put her hand on his shoulder and began to remove the bandage for him.
Light fragrance, with the smell of flowers.
She lowered her head, soft fingers, and stroked around his wound a little bit.
The coolness of the medicine was slowly covered.
Under the lamp, the silhouettes of the two people are so quietly intertwined.
After Bai Weiwei gave him good medicine, she began to wrap him.
The slope of the shoulders on the half of the man is very perfect and beautiful.
When she touched it with her fingers, she could see the skin under his shoulders, there were many pale marks of wound healing.
Bai Weiwei paused her fingers, and touched a deeper mark.
Lu Xinglan's shoulders stiffened, only to feel that the girl's fingertips were slightly cold, as if with some indescribable magic power, a little bit of itchiness spread up from her fingers.
He lowered his eyes, breathing heavily.
And his fingers couldn't help but move, and he felt like he wanted to... hold her fingers.
Don't wait to reach out.
He heard Bai Weiwei say softly, "Are these wounds all wounded on the frontier?"
Lu Xinglan's fingers froze, and he quickly retracted it, saying in a flat tone, "Well, it's okay, it's all minor injuries."
I was afraid she would cry again.
He immediately explained: "It's not really a fatal injury. I have been specially trained since I was a child, and I can try to avoid all fatal attacks."
Although it is said.
But if he really went to the battlefield, he only had a little more chance of surviving than others.
How many powerful people went to the battlefield, and a bad luck died.
Lu Xinglan felt that his luck was still good.
At least he didn't really die.
Bai Weiwei suddenly said, "Who is going to kill you?"
Lu Xinglan's originally mild expression was stunned for a moment, and then said indifferently: "Maybe it's because of the high power."
He knew who was going to kill him.
But he didn't expect the other party to be so eager.
Also so stupid.
Nanguo still has many problems, kill him Lu Xinglan.
The North Country immediately swept in.
Who can stop it
Lu Xinglan couldn't think of anyone who could stop him. If he could find it, even Yuan Xuan himself could.
He was long gone.
Why is it still here.
In the past, he had no other goals, he just lived for the goal of the Lu family.
Now he's... a little weak.