The branding took Wei Wuxian's entire attention, making him wonder if he was seeing something wrong, and he didn't even have time to look at the other person's face, and his breathing was also chaotic. Suddenly, his eyes turned white, as if a snow curtain fell, and then the snow curtain split open, and a blue sword light came towards his face with a cold air.
Hanguangjun's sword "Bichen" is famous and famous. Damn, it turned out to be Lan Wangji!
Escape for life and hiding the sword Wei WuXian was a familiar way, he practiced rolling on the spot, and he managed to avoid it, and when he rushed out of the cold spring, he still had time to brush a blade of grass on his hair. Like a headless fly, he slammed into several people passing by the night patrol, and was grabbed and reprimanded: "What are you running around! Yunshen does not know where to go!"
Wei Wuxian was overjoyed when he saw Lan Jingyi and the others, thinking that he could be blasted down the mountain by scoundrels, and 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 taking a bath!"
When a few juniors heard this, they were immediately shocked by his dog's guts. Where is Hanguang-jun not a famous person who can't be desecrated in the mountains, and the younger disciples in the family are even more respectful to him. Spying on Hanguang-jun bathing near the cold spring! Just thinking about this is an unforgivable sin. Lan Sizhui was so frightened that his voice changed, "What? Hanguang-jun? Hanguang-jun is inside?!"
Lan Jingyi angrily grabbed him: "Okay, you stubborn! This, this, this can also be seen secretly?!"
Wei Wuxian strikes while the iron is hot, accusing himself of the crime: "I didn't see Hanguang-kun without clothes at all!"
Lan Jingyi said angrily, "There's no silver taels here! And you said you don't have it, what are you doing here without you? Look at you, you're so embarrassed!"
Wei Wuxian covered his face with his hands and said, "Don't be so loud, Yunshen doesn't know where to ban noise."
Jumping like chickens and dogs, Lan Wangji wore a white coat and long hair, and walked out from behind the layers of bluegrass. However, after a few words, he was already dressed neatly, and Bichen had not yet been put into the sheath. All the juniors hurriedly bowed. Lan Jingyi hurriedly said: "Hanguang-Jun, this Mo Xuanyu is really hateful. You brought him back because of his Mo family's help, but he... but... "
Wei WuXian thought that this time, he would be kicked out of the mountain gate unbearably, but Lan WangJi glanced at him lightly, silent for a moment, and with a slamming sound, he put Bichen into the sheath, saying: " It's all gone."
Three plain words, but under the prestige, there are no words, and everyone immediately dispersed. Lan Wangji calmly lifted Wei Wuxian's back collar and dragged it all the way to the quiet room. In his previous life, he was similar in stature to Lan Wangji, only slightly shorter than him. The two were both rare and slender figures, and when they stood together, the difference to one inch seemed very small. In this life, when he woke up and changed his body, although he was considered tall among ordinary people, he was still more than two inches lower than Lan Wangji. He had no room to struggle when he was holding it in his hand. Wei WuXian staggered about to call, but Lan WangJi said coldly, "Those who make noises are not allowed to speak."
Throwing him down the mountain is a wish, but banning him from speaking is a matter of gratitude and insensibility. Wei Wuxian was puzzled: When did the Lan family have been so tolerant of the shameless crime of peeping on the famous people of their own family and bathing, and they could bear it? !
Lan Wangji carried him into the quiet room, went straight to the interior, and fell on the couch with a thud. Wei Wuxian was slammed, and he couldn't get up for a while. He wanted to say something coquettish, but he got goosebumps all over. He raised his eyes and glanced at him. Lan Wangji was looking down at him with the Bichen sword in one hand.
He was used to seeing Second Young Master Lan with his forehead and long hair tied in a wisp, with a straight face and meticulous attention to detail. He had never seen this black hair slightly loose and lightly dressed in a light shirt. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but take a second glance. After dragging and slamming, Lan Wangji's neckline, which was tightly closed, was also torn apart, revealing a clear collarbone and the crimson brand under the collarbone.
As soon as he saw the brand, Wei Wuxian was attracted again.
This brand, before he became the Yiling Patriarch, also had one on his body.
At this time, the piece on Lan Wangji's body, both in position and shape, was exactly the same as the piece on his body before his death, so he couldn't help but look unfamiliar and strange.
The strange thing is not only this brand, but also the thirty or so whiplashes on Lan Wangji's back.
Lan Wangji became famous at a young age and is highly rated. He is the most orthodox Xianmen celebrity. He has always been one of the two jades that the Gusu Lan Sect is proud of. His words and deeds are regarded as Xianmen by the elders. Benchmark of outstanding children. What was the unforgivable wrong that was committed to be punished so severely
More than 30 whip marks, and they are basically beating to death. And once the whip mark is placed on the body, it will never disappear in this life, so that the punished will always remember it and never commit it again.
Following his gaze, Lan WangJi lowered his eyes slightly, pulled his collar, covered his collarbone, and concealed the scars. It was the cold-hearted Hanguang-Jun again. At this time, a deep bell came from outside the sky.
The Lan family's family rules are strict, the work and rest are rigorous, and the bell will sound at the beginning of the hour. Lan Wangji listened attentively to the bell, and said to Wei Wuxian, "You just sleep here."
Without giving Wei Wuxian a chance to answer, he moved into the compartment of the quiet room, leaving Wei Wuxian alone on the couch, confused.
It wasn't without doubt that Lan Zhan had guessed who he was. It's just that this suspicion is unreasonable. Since offering sacrifices is a forbidden technique, few people must know it. The ones that have been handed down are mostly scraps and can't function. If things go on like this, there will be fewer believers. Mo Xuanyu didn't know where he got the secret scroll before he recalled Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji couldn't recognize him just by the broken flute he played.
He asked himself that he had no unforgettable friendship with Lan Wangji during his lifetime. Although they were classmates, had adventures, and fought side by side, they were always like falling flowers, coming and going in a hurry. Lan Wangji is a child of the Gusu Lan Clan, which is destined to be both "elegant" and "righteous", which is quite incompatible with Wei Wuxian's temperament. Wei Wuxian felt that their relationship could not be bad, but he was embarrassed to say good. It is estimated that Lan Wangji's evaluation of him is the same as others: evil spirits are rampant and righteousness is insufficient, and one day it will become a serious problem. After Wei Wuxian betrayed the Yunmengjiang Clan and became the patriarch of Yiling, his relationship with the Gusu Lan Clan should not be said to be small, especially in the few months before his death. If Lan Wangji decided that he was Wei Wuxian, they would have fought in a daze long ago.
But the status quo made people laugh or cry: he used to do anything that Lan Wangji couldn't bear, but now he tried his best to act like a monster, but Lan Wangji could bear it. Shouldn't it be said that it has made great progress and is gratifying? !
After staring at him for a long time, Wei Wuxian turned over and got to the bed, moving very lightly to the cubicle.
Lan WangJi was lying on his side on the couch, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. Wei Wuxian leaned over silently.
He still didn't give up, and was ready to touch it to see if he could figure out the unrepeatable jade order. Unexpectedly, just as he reached out, Captain Lan Wang's eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes.
Wei Wuxian threw his heart away and threw himself on the couch.
He remembered that Lan WangJi hated physical contact with others. In the past, he could be thrown away if he touched him. If he could endure it like this, then it would definitely not be Lan WangJi. He would suspect that Lan Wangji was taken away!
Wei WuXian's entire body was above Lan WangJi, his legs spread apart, kneeling on either side of his waist, his hands propped up on the wooden couch, trapping Lan WangJi in the center of his arms, his face slowly pressing down. The distance between the two faces was getting closer and closer, so close that Wei Wuxian could hardly breathe, Lan Wangji finally spoke.
He was silent for a while and said, "Go down."
Wei Wuxian said cheekily, "No less."
A pair of very pale pupils, close at hand, looked at Wei Wuxian. Lan WangJi looked at him, and repeated: "...Go on."
Wei WuXian said, "I don't. If you let me sleep here, you should have expected this to happen."
Lan Wangji said, "Are you sure you want this?"
"..." For some reason, Wei Wuxian felt that he had to think carefully about his answer.
Just as he was about to raise the corners of his mouth, he suddenly felt numb in his waist and his legs went weak. Immediately afterwards, the whole person thumped and fell on Lan Wangji's body.
The corner of his mouth was so stiff that he couldn't make it, his head was pressed against Lan Wangji's right chest, and he couldn't move up and down. Lan Wangji's voice came from above.
He spoke low and deep, and his chest vibrated slightly with the pronunciation:
"Then you can do this for one night."
Wei Wuxian didn't expect this end, he moved to get up, but his waist continued to feel weak and weak, and he could only stick to the other rigid man in an embarrassed position, his whole body was numb. Senseless.
What happened to Lan Zhan over the years, and how did he become like this
Is this still the same Lan Zhan from before? !
He was the one who was taken away, right? ! ? !
He was in the middle of a storm, when suddenly, Lan WangJi got up slightly. Wei Wuxian thought he couldn't bear it anymore, and his spirit was lifted. Who knows, Lan WangJi waved his hand gently.
Lights went out.
Warning: The memory kill ahead begins. This article has a lot of memoirs to kill. The author loves to remember to kill, that's it! !