He put his other hand on the symmetrical part of Wen Ning's left brain, and there was a small hard object that seemed to be the tail of a needle.

Wei WuXian held both ends of the needles at the same time, started slowly, and pulled out two black spikes from Wen Ning's head.

The two black nails were about an inch long and as thick as a red rope tied to a jade pendant, and were buried deep in Wen Ning's head. The instant the nail came out of his skull, Wen Ning's facial features trembled slightly, and a layer of black bloodshot-like things climbed up in the whites of his eyes, as if he was trying his best to endure the pain.

Even though he was dead, he could feel the pain.

Those two nails were engraved with intricate and intricate patterns, and they must have had an extraordinary origin. The person who made them was a bit of a skill. If Wen Ning was to recover, he would have to wait for a long time. Wei Wuxian put them away, looked down at the iron chains on Wen Ning's wrists and ankles, and thought to himself, it's not a solution to drag them all over his body, he has to find a famous sword from Immortal Sect to cut them off. .

The first thing he thought of was Lan Wangji's Bichen.

Although it was inappropriate to use the Lan family's sword to help Wen Ning cut the chains, he had too many questions to ask Wen Ning. , at least to be able to retreat.

Wei WuXian thought, "That's it. I'll go back to the inn first. If Lan Zhan is awake, I won't borrow it. If Lan Zhan is still asleep, I'll borrow Bichen and use it."

Making up his mind, he turned around. Who knows, as soon as he turned around, Lan WangJi was standing behind him.

☆、Chapter 31

After summoning Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian's mind was slightly confused, and it was inevitable that he could not see the six directions and listen to all directions, but if Lan Wangji didn't want to be noticed by others, it would be easy, so he turned around and saw the picture under the moonlight. His face became more and more frosty, his heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he was a little surprised.

He didn't know how long Lan Wangji had been here, or whether he had listened to what he did and said. If he wasn't drunk in the first place and followed him all the way, the scene would be even more embarrassing.

It was really embarrassing to shut up and not mention Wen Ning in front of her, and waited for someone to come out to call as soon as they fell asleep.

Lan Wangji held his hands, Bichenjian leaned in his arms, his expression was very cold. Wei Wuxian had never seen him put his displeased expression so clearly, and felt that he must first give an explanation to ease the stalemate, and said, "Ahem, Hanguang-Jun."

Lan Wangji should not.

Wei Wuxian stood in front of Wen Ning, staring at Lan Wangji face to face, rubbing his chin, for some reason, he felt a strong guilty conscience.

Finally, Lan WangJi put down the hand holding Bichen and took two steps forward. Wei WuXian saw that he was heading straight for Wen Ning with the sword, thinking that he was going to kill Wen Ning, his thoughts changed sharply: "It's bad. Did Lan Zhan really pretend to be drunk, just to wait for me to come out and call Wen Ning, and then Beheaded him. Also, no one would really throw a bowl down."

He said, "Hanguang-Jun, listen to me..."

With a "pop", Lan Wangji slapped Wen Ning.

Although this palm sounds very loud, it has no actual lethality. Wen Ning took a bite, but staggered back several steps, swayed, stabilized his body, and continued to stand, his face blank.

Wen Ning's state, although he was not as irritable and irritable as when he was mad before, his temper was not much better. Just as he was besieged that night at Dafan Mountain, and without stabbing him with the sword, he threw all the opponents away and picked them up by his neck. If Wei Wuxian didn't stop him, he would definitely strangle everyone present. But now Lan Wangji slapped him, but he still lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to resist. Wei Wuxian felt a little strange, but he was even more relieved. If Wen Ning fought back, it would be even more difficult for them to fight. At this time, Lan Wangji seemed to think that this palm was not enough to express his anger, and pushed Wen Ning again, pushing him a few feet away.

He said to Wen Ning angrily, "Go away."

Wei Wuxian finally noticed that something was wrong.

Lan WangJi's two palms, both in behavior and in words, are very... naive.

Pushing Wen Ning out a sufficient distance, Lan Wangji seemed finally satisfied, turned around, walked back, and stood beside Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian stared at him carefully.

There was nothing unusual about his expression and expression. Even more serious than usual, more serious, more impeccable. Wipe the forehead and wear it very positively, the face is not red, the breath is not breathed, the walking is windy, and the soles of the feet are steady. It seemed that he was still the stern, calm and self-contained Xianmen celebrity, Hanguang-Jun.

But when he lowered his head, he found that Lan Wangji's boots were worn upside down.

Before he came out, he helped Lan Wangji take off his boots and threw them beside him. But now, Lan WangJi's left boot went to his right foot, and his right boot went to his left.

Hanguang-jun, who came from a famous family and was very polite and polite, would never go out to meet people dressed like this.

Wei WuXian asked tentatively, "HanGuang-Jun, what time is this?"

He compared a two. Lan WangJi didn't answer, he stretched out his hands solemnly, one left and one right, and took his two fingers seriously.

"Crack," Bichen Sword was dropped to the ground by its owner.

Wei Wuxian: "..."

This is definitely not a normal Lan Zhan!

Wei WuXian said, "HanGuang-Jun, are you drunk?"

Lan Wangji said, "No."

Drunk people don't admit that they are drunk. Wei Wuxian withdrew his fingers, and Lan Wangji still maintained the posture of holding his fingers, clenching his two fists intently. Wei Wuxian looked at him wordlessly, looking up at the moon in the cold night wind.

Everyone sleeps when they are drunk, but Lan Wangji sleeps and then gets drunk. And after he was drunk, he looked no different from usual, so that it was difficult to judge.

Wei Wuxian had a lot of drinking friends in the past, and he had seen all kinds of strange and ugly appearances when people were drunk. Some were crying, some giggling, some went crazy, some were corpses in the street, and some murmured, "Why don't you want me anymore?" This was the first time I saw Lan Wangji so calm and upright. , the behavior is very strange.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, holding back his smile, picked up Bichen who had been thrown on the ground, put his back on him, and said, "Okay, come back with me."

You can't leave such a Lan Wangji running around outside. God knows what else he will gān.

Fortunately, after Lan WangJi was drunk, he seemed to be very good at talking. If someone passes by here, they will definitely believe that this is two friends who are familiar with each other in the night.

Behind him, Wen Ning followed silently. Wei Wuxian was about to speak to him when Lan Wangji turned around suddenly and slapped him angrily. This time, Wen Ning's head was photographed.

Wen Ning's head was slapped to the side, lowered even lower, his facial muscles were obviously stiff, there was no expression, his eyes were white, and he didn't care what his eyes looked like, but it made one look very aggrieved. Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he grabbed Lan Wangji's arm, "Why are you beating him up!"

Lan Wangji said to Wen Ning in a threatening tone that he would never use when he was awake, "Go away!"

Wei WuXian knew that he couldn't go against a drunk person, so he hurriedly said, "It's fine, it's up to you, just walk away." Then he pulled out his bamboo flute. But before he brought the flute to his lips, Lan Wangji grabbed it and said, "Don't let Chuī listen to him."

Wei WuXian teased, "Why are you so domineering?"

Lan WangJi repeated unhappily, "Don't let chuī listen to him!"

Wei Wuxian found out. Drunk people often have a lot to say, but Lan Wangji doesn't usually like to talk, so after he drinks too much, he will keep repeating the same sentence. He thought to himself that Lan Wangji might not like him using his flute to control Wen Ning.

Lan Wangji gave a satisfied "um", but the flute was not returned to him.

Wei WuXian had no choice but to whistle twice, and said to Wen Ning, "It's better to hide it, so that no one will find out."

Wen Ning seemed to want to follow him, but after receiving the order, he was afraid of being slapped by Lan Wangji again.

Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji, "Lan Zhan, why don't you blush when you're drunk."

Because Lan Wangji looked too normal, even more normal than Wei Wuxian, so he couldn't help but talk to him in a normal tone. Who knows, when Lan Wangji heard this, he suddenly stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around his shoulder, and pulled him into his arms.

Unpredictable, Wei Wuxian was dragged and slammed into his chest.

While dizzy, Lan Wangji's voice came from above: "Listen to your heartbeat."

"what?"

Lan Wangji said, "I can't see my face, just listen to my heartbeat."

When he spoke, his chest vibrated with the bass, and a heart was beating continuously and powerfully, thump, thump, a little too fast. Wei Wuxian shook his head and understood, "You can't tell by looking at your face, you have to listen to your heartbeat to tell?"

Lan Wangji said honestly, "En."

Wei Wuxian laughed.

Could it be that Lan Wangji's face is so thick that he can't even show his blush?

After being drunk, Lan Wangji is so honest, and his behavior and words are more unrestrained than usual!

It’s rare to see such an honest and frank Lan Wangji, teaching Wei Wuxian to treat each other with courtesy and not to be a little bit bad, how is that possible?

He drove Lan Wangji back to the inn. After entering the room, he first pressed him onto the bed, and took off his boots that were worn upside down. Considering that he should not be able to wipe his face by himself now, he brought a basin of hot water and a cloth towel in, and twisted it. Folded into a square towel, removed Lan Wangji's forehead, and wiped lightly on his face.

During this process, Lan WangJi did not resist at all, just let him round and flatten. Except that when the cloth wiped near the eyes, he would narrow his eyes and keep staring at him without blinking his eyelids. Wei Wuxian had all kinds of bad ideas in his stomach, he couldn't help scratching his chin, and said with a smile, "What are you looking at me? Does it look good?"

Just finished wiping, before Lan Wangji could answer, Wei Wuxian threw the cloth into the basin and said, "After washing your face, do you want to drink some water first?"

There was no movement behind him, he looked back, Lan Wangji was holding the water basin and buried his face in it.

Wei Wuxian turned pale in shock, and hurriedly grabbed it back and moved the basin away, "I didn't want you to drink the water in it!"

Lan Wangji raised his head calmly, drops of transparent water fell from his chin and wet his front. Wei Wuxian looked at him and couldn't say anything in his heart: "...Did he drink or not? Lan Zhan had better not remember anything after sobering up, otherwise he would be shameless in this life." Help him with his sleeve. After wiping off the water droplets from his lower jaw, he said, "Hanguang-Jun, do you just do what I say?"

Lan Wangji said, "Mm."

Wei Wuxian: "What do you answer when I ask?"

Lan Wangji: "Hmm."

Wei Wuxian pressed one knee to the bed, raised one corner of his mouth, and said, "That's good. Let me ask you, have you—did you secretly drink the Tianzixiao hidden in your house?"

Lan Wangji: "No."

Wei Wuxian: "Do you like rabbits?"

Lan Wangji: "Hi."

Wei Wuxian: "Have you ever committed a ban?"

Lan Wangji: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian: "Have you ever liked anyone?"

Lan Wangji: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian asked all the questions he asked, not really taking advantage of the opportunity to hide Lan Wangji's privacy, but just to confirm whether he really had any questions to answer. He continued to ask, "How is Jiang Cheng?"

Frowning: "Huh."

Wei Wuxian: "How about Wen Ning?"

Coldly: "Huh."

Wei Wuxian pointed to himself with a smile, "How about this?"

Lan Wangji: "Mine."

"..."

Lan WangJi stared at him, saying every word, "Mine."

Wei Wuxian suddenly understood.

He took off Bichen and said to himself, "I pointed to myself just now. Lan Zhan understood the 'this' I said as Bichen on my back."

Thinking of this, he got out of the room, took Bichen and walked from left to right in the room, from east to west. Sure enough, wherever he went, Lan Wangji's eyes followed him closely. Incomparable frankness, incomparable frankness, incomparable straightforwardness, incomparable red |luǒ.

Wei Wuxian was so untenable by his almost fiery eyes that he held Bichen in front of Lan Wangji: "Do you want it?"

Lan Wangji said, "I want it."

Seemingly feeling that this was not enough to prove his desire, Lan Wangji grabbed the hand he was holding Bichen, looked straight at him with light-colored eyes, took a deep breath, and repeated forcefully, "... want."

Wei Wuxian knew that he was completely drunk and that he didn't say this to himself, but he still felt his arms go weak and his legs go weak after being hit by these two words.

He thought to himself: "Lan Zhan is really... If he is so sincere and enthusiastic towards a girl, what a terrible man he must be!"

After calming down, Wei WuXian said, "How did you recognize me? Why did you help me? Was it because of the slaughter in Xuanwu?"

Lan Wangji opened his lips slightly, and Wei Wuxian leaned closer to hear his answer. Suddenly, Lan Wangji raised his hand and pushed Wei Wuxian onto the bed.

The candle flame was extinguished with a flick, and the Bichen Sword was thrown to the ground by the master again. Wei Wuxian was pushed to the point of staring at the stars, and said, "Lan Zhan?!"

A familiar spot on the back of his waist was patted, and he felt as if he had been in Yunshen's first night, his whole body was sore and numb, and he couldn't move. Lan Wangji withdrew his hand, lay down beside him, covered the two with a quilt, and said, "It's time for Hai. Rest."

It turned out that the terrible routine of the Lan family played a role. Wei WuXian was interrupted by the cross-examination, looked at the crowd, and said, "Can't we chat while resting?"

Lan Wangji said, "I can't."

... Anyway, there is always a chance to get Lan Wangji drunk again, and sooner or later, he will ask.

Wei WuXian said, "Lan Zhan, let me go. I booked two rooms, we don't have to squeeze a room."

Lan WangJi stretched out his hand, groped for a while under the quilt, and slowly began to untie his belt. Wei Wuxian shouted, "Alright! Alright! Not this solution!!! Mmmm!!! Alright! I'm lying down, I'm sleeping!!!"

In the darkness, there was dead silence.

After a long silence, Wei WuXian said again, "I finally know why your family has banned alcohol. One bowl is poured, and the quality of the wine is poor. If the Lan family is drunk like you, it should be banned. Whoever drinks is beaten."

Lan Wangji closed his eyes and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

He said, "Shh."

Wei Wuxian was stuck between his chest and his lips and teeth, unable to lift it up or hold it down.

It seems that since he came back, every time he wants to tease Lan WangJi like he used to, he ends up doing it on his own.

Shouldn't it?! What went wrong?!

☆、Chapter 32

This time, Wei Wuxian didn't close his eyes all night. He opened his eyes and held on until nine o'clock the next day. He felt that the numbness and numbness all over his body had passed, and his limbs were able to move. 's top.

Lan WangJi drank too much last night...actually not much, just one bowl. He was drunk last night, and woke up a little uncomfortable this morning. He frowned slightly, his eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.