After a moment, he walked to Lan Wangji's side, bent down and asked softly in his ear, "Lan Zhan?"

Should not. Wei WuXian said again, "Brother Wangji?"

Lan Wangji rested his forehead in his right hand, breathing very smoothly and gently.

This face and the hand holding the forehead are all white and flawless, like beautiful jade.

The faint scent of sandalwood emanating from his body was originally cold and somewhat desolate. However, at this moment, the alcohol in the sandalwood is infused with alcohol, and the cold fragrance is filled with a hint of warmth, as if mixed with a slightly intoxicating sweetness, which turns out to be a little intoxicating.

Wei Wuxian got close, the scent lingered in his breath, and involuntarily, he leaned down a little, closer to him.

He thought vaguely: "Strange...why does it seem a little hot?"

Suddenly, a voice came faintly: "Young Master."

Wei Wuxian's face was already close to Lan Wangji, and when he heard the sound, the soles of his feet slipped, and he almost jumped up.

He immediately blocked Lan WangJi behind him and turned to face the wooden window where the sound came from.

The wooden window was knocked carefully, and a small voice floated in along the window: "Young Master."

Only then did Wei Wuxian realize that his heart was beating a little faster, and he said something strange in his heart. He calmed down, walked over, and propped up the window all at once.

Wen Ning hooked the eaves and was hanging upside down outside the window, ready to knock again. Wei Wuxian slammed open the window and hit him on the head. He let out a soft "Ah" sound, held the window sash with both hands, and met Wei Wuxian.

A cold night wind blew through the window. Wen Ning opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer dead white, and he had a pair of quiet black pupils.

The two of them were like this, one was standing and the other was hanging upside down, looking at each other for a long time.

Wei Wuxian said, "Come down."

Wen Ning didn't catch the eaves all of a sudden and fell down, hitting the ground downstairs heavily.

Wei Wuxian wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

He thought to himself: "This place is too right!"

Luckily picked this one. For the sake of quietness in the private room, the direction of this wooden window is not facing the pedestrian street, but a small forest. Wei Wuxian picked up the pole to prop up the wooden window, leaned out of the window, and looked down. Wen Ning's body was dead and dead, he smashed the ground out of a human-shaped pit, and lay in the pit, his eyes still staring at him.

Wei Wuxian shouted at him in a low voice, "I told you to come down, not to let you down. 'Come', understand?"

Wen Ning looked up at him, got up from the pit, patted the dirt on his body, and said hurriedly, "Oh. I'm here."

After speaking, he held the pillar again, ready to climb up along it. Wei WuXian said, "Stop! You're right there, I'll go look for you."

He returned to Lan Wangji, leaned into his ear and said, "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you must sleep for a while. I'll be right back. How are you?"

After he finished speaking, his hands were a little itchy, and he couldn't help licking Lan Wangji's eyelashes with his fingertips.

Lan WangJi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyebrows twitched slightly, slightly uneasy. Wei WuXian retracted his claws, jumped out of the window, bounced a few times on the branches and leaves at the corner of the eaves, and landed on the ground.

He just jumped down and turned around when Wen Ning knelt down in front of him.

Wei WuXian said, "What are you talking about?"

Wen Ning didn't say a word, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, I'm sorry."

Wei WuXian said, "Do you have to talk to me like this? That's fine."

After speaking, he also knelt down in front of Wen Ning.

Wen Ning was startled and hurriedly kowtowed to him. Wei Wuxian followed suit and gave him a kowtow. Wen Ning jumped up quickly, and Wei Wuxian stood up leisurely from the ground, patted the dust on his hem, and said, "I would have straightened my back earlier and talked, wouldn't it?"

Wen Ning lowered his head and dared not speak. Wei WuXian asked, "When did you regain your senses?"

Wen Ning said, "Just now."

Wei WuXian asked, "Do you still remember what happened when the head stabbing nail was in your head?"

Wen Ning said, "Some remember... some don't."

Wei WuXian asked, "Remember what?"

Wen Ning said indifferently, "...I remember hearing people say that the mass graves are gone. People...all gone."

Wei WuXian said, "I didn't hear anything good? What else did I hear?"

After a moment of silence, Wen Ning said, "Jiang Cheng killed you."

Wei WuXian said, "He didn't kill me. I was killed by backlash. Cultivating evil ways is like walking on a single-plank bridge, and suffering backlash is inevitable. It's just a matter of sooner or later. It's impossible for a single-plank bridge to last forever."

Wen Ning finally looked up at him and said, "But, if he hadn't deliberately picked it at that time..."

At this time, in the lobby on the first floor, there was a loud cracking sound of porcelain.

Lan SiZhui's voice followed, "Didn't we talk about Xue Yang before? Why are we arguing about this?"

Jin Ling angrily said, "You're talking about Xue Yang, am I right?! What is Xue Yang? He's an inferior scum, and Wei Ying is more disgusting than him! What do you mean by 'can't generalize'? This kind of evil demon left in the world is a scourge, that is, they should all be killed!"

Wen Ning moved, Wei Wuxian waved his hand to signal him to stop.

Lan Jingyi said, "Why are you making such a fuss? SiZhui didn't say that Wei WuXian shouldn't kill him, he just said that not all the people who cultivate evil spirits are not all people like Xue Yang. Do you have to drop something?"

Jin Ling sneered: "Didn't he also say, 'The person who created this Dao may not have thought of using it to do evil'? Who is the 'creator of this Dao'? You tell me, besides Wei Ying, who else is there? ?! It's really puzzling, your Gusu Lan clan is also a famous family in Xianmen. Many people in your family died at the hands of Wei Ying, right? Why is your Lan Yuan's position so strange? Listen to what you mean, is it hard to pay back? Do you want to excuse Wei Ying?"

Lan Yuan is Lan SiZhui's name. He was still polite and polite: "I didn't mean to excuse him. It's just a suggestion. Don't make any conclusions before you don't know the ins and outs. It should be noted that before coming to Yicheng, many people asserted that Chang Ping of the Yueyang Chang clan was Did Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen kill him in revenge? But what is the truth?"

Jin Ling said, "Whether Chang Ping was killed by Daoist Master Xiao Xingchen, no one has seen it. Everyone is just guessing, what is the assertion? How many cultivators have lost their lives to his hands, under Wen Ning and Yin's tiger talisman! This is a fact that countless people see. No quibble, no denying! And he instigated Wen Ning to kill my father and my mother, I will never forget these!"

If there was blood on Wen Ning's face, it would have disappeared at this moment.

But he didn't. He can only show a blank face forever. Wen Ning whispered, "...Miss Jiang's son?"

Wei Wuxian didn't move.

Jin Ling added: "My uncle grew up with him, my grandfather treated him like his own, and my grandmother treated him well, but what about him? Lianhuawu was once reduced to the devil's nest of the Wen clan, which caused Yun The Mengjiang clan fell apart, causing them both to perish, and now only my uncle is left! Ambitious, I don't know how to restrain myself, and finally die without a whole corpse! What's still unclear, what's still debatable ?"

He was aggressive, and Lan SiZhui should not say a word. After a long while, another teenager said: "Okay, why are you arguing about this? Let's not mention it, okay? The dishes are cold."

Another person echoed, "Yeah, stop arguing. SiZhui means that you just don't pay attention. Young Master Jin, sit down and have dinner together."

Jin Ling snorted. Lan SiZhui spoke only after that, still maintaining his etiquette, "Okay. It's my blunder. Young Master Jin, please sit down. If you keep arguing, it won't be good to lead Hanguang-Jun down."

When mention Hanguang-jun, it really has a miraculous effect. Hearing this, Jin Ling didn't even hum, and there was a sound of moving the table and bench, and it seemed that he was sitting down. The lobby became noisy again, and the voices of the teenagers were drowned in the wrong cups, dishes, dishes and chopsticks.

Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning stood quietly in the woods, their faces sullen.

In silence, Wen Ning knelt down silently again.

Wei WuXian said, "It's none of your business."

Just as Wen Ning was about to speak, he suddenly looked behind Wei Wuxian and was slightly startled. Wei Wuxian was about to turn around to look, when he saw a man dressed in white pass him, lift his foot, and kick Wen Ning's shoulder.

Wen Ning was kicked so hard that a human-shaped pit was created.

Wei WuXian hurriedly pulled Lan WangJi, who was intent on kicking again, and said, "Hanguang-Jun, HanGuang-Jun! Hanguang-Jun, calm down!"

It seemed that the time for "sleep" had passed, and the time for "drunk" had come, and Lan Wangji found it. This qíng shape is inexplicably familiar, and the history is surprisingly similar.

This time, Lan Wangji looked more normal than last time, his boots were not reversed, and even when he kicked Wen Ning as rudely, his face became more serious, upright and righteous. After being held back by Wei Wuxian, he shook his sleeves, nodded, and stood proudly where he was, not kicking as he said.

Wei Wuxian took the time to ask Wen Ning, "How are you?"

Wen Ning got up and said, "I'm fine."

Wei WuXian said, "Get up when you have nothing to do, and kneel down for something."

Wen Ning stood up, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Young Master Lan."

Lan Wangji frowned, covered his ears, turned his back to Wen Ning, faced Wei Wuxian, and blocked his sight with his body.

Wen Ning: "..."

Wei WuXian said, "You'd better not stand here, he... doesn't like seeing you very much."

Wen Ning said, "...What's wrong with Young Master Lan?"

Wei WuXian said, "It's nothing. I'm just drunk."

Wen Ning said, "Then help him into the house."

Wei WuXian said, "Be careful yourself."

Wen Ning nodded, couldn't help but glanced at Lan Wangji again, and then retreated.

Wei WuXian took away Lan WangJi's hands covering his ears, and said, "Okay, let's go, I can't hear the sound, and I can't see anyone."

Only then did Lan Wangji let go of his hand, and his light-colored eyes stared blankly at him.

The evildoer was surging in Wei Wuxian's heart, something in his body seemed to be ignited, and he smiled maliciously, "Lan Zhan, what should I ask, what do you answer? gān what?"

Lan Wangji: "Hmm."

Wei WuXian said, "Take off your forehead wipes."

Lan WangJi put his hand behind his head, slowly unfastened the strap, and took off the white forehead embroidered with cirrus patterns.

Wei WuXian looked at the forehead carefully and said, "It's nothing special, I thought it was hiding some secret. Then why were you so angry when I took it off before?"

Suddenly, he felt his wrist tighten. saw Lan Wangji tied his hands with his forehead, and was slowly tying the knots.

Wei WuXian said, "What are you doing?"

He wanted to see what Lan Wangji was going to do, so he let him act on his own. Lan WangJi tied his hands tightly, first tied a slipknot, thought about it, as if feeling inappropriate, untied it and changed it to a dead knot. After thinking about it again, I felt that it was still inappropriate, so I called again.

Behind Gusu Lan's forehead is a hanging streamer, which floats very beautifully when in action, so it is also very long. Lan Wangji made seven or eight dead knots in a row, forming a bunch of ugly little knots, and then he stopped with satisfaction.

Wei WuXian said, "Hey, do you still want this forehead wipe?"

Lan Wangji's brows stretched out, holding the other end of the wiper's forehead, taking Wei Wuxian's hand and holding it up in front of him, as if he was admiring his great masterpiece. Wei WuXian's hand was lifted by him and he thought to himself, "I'm like a prisoner... No, why should I play with him like this? Shouldn't I play with him?"

Suddenly awake, Wei WuXian said, "Untie it for me."

Lan Wangji happily stretched out his hand, repeated the trick, and stretched out to his collar and belt. Wei WuXian said, "Not to untie this! Untie this in your hand! Untie this thing you tied to me! This forehead!"

If he was bound by Lan Wangji and stripped naked, the scene would be terrifying to think about!

After listening to his request, Lan Wangji frowned again, and remained motionless for a while. Wei Wuxian raised his hand to show him, and coaxed, "Aren't you listening to me, let me untie this for my brother. Be good."

Lan WangJi glanced at him and looked away calmly, as if he couldn't understand what he was saying, and he needed to think hard for a while. Wei Wuxian shouted, "Oh, I get it! If you tie me up, you will be very energetic, but if you untie it, you will not understand, right?"

The forehead of the Lan family is the same as the material used in their clothes. It seems light and elegant, but in fact it is extremely solid. Lan Wangji was tied tightly, and tied a long string of dead knots. Wei Wuxian couldn't break free, thinking, "This is really shooting himself in the foot. Fortunately, he wiped his forehead and not something. A rope or something like that, or he won't have to tie me all over!"

While looking into the distance, Lan WangJi was holding the band that wiped his forehead in his hand, pulling and shaking it, as if he was having fun. Wei WuXian said again, "Can you untangle it for me? Hanguang-Jun, how could you be such an immortal person? Why are you tying me up? What should I do if I show it to others? Hmmm ?"

After listening to the last sentence, Lan Wangji pulled him out of the woods.

Wei Wuxian was dragged away by him, staggering and saying, "You, you, wait a while. I mean it's not good for people to see, I don't mean to let people see this! Hey! Are you pretending not to listen? Understand? Did you do it on purpose?! You only understand what you want to understand, right?! Lan Wangji!"

Before he finished speaking, Lan WangJi had dragged him out of the woods, circled back to the street, and re-entered the lobby from the first floor of the restaurant.

A group of juniors are still eating, drinking, and playing. Although it was a little unpleasant just now, young people can always forget about the unpleasantness immediately. They were having a good time with the wine order. Several juniors of the Lan family were drinking secretly. Some people kept staring at the stairs on the second floor to prevent the wind from being discovered by Lan Wangji. Who knew Lan Wangji was dragging Wei Wuxian and walked in through the gate. Everyone was stunned.

Bang bang bang bang, Lan Jingyi rushed to hide the wine jug on the table, knocking over several dishes and bowls along the way, but the hiding effect was not at all. Lan SiZhui stood up and said, "Han, HanGuang-Jun, why did you guys come in again from this side..."

Wei WuXian said with a smile, "Haha, you guys, Hanguang-Jun, are sitting too hot, come out and make an attack with all your heart, no, I really caught you guys stealing and drinking."

He prayed in his heart, asking Lan Zhan to drag him upstairs directly, not to talk to anyone, and not to do unnecessary actions. As long as he continues to remain silent and maintain a frosty appearance, no one will notice that something is wrong with him.

Just thinking about it, Lan WangJi pulled him and walked to the table of the group of juniors.

Lan SiZhui said, "HanGuang-Jun, your forehead wipe..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Wei Wuxian's hand.

Hanguang-jun wiped his forehead and tied it to Wei Wuxian's wrist.

As if not many people noticed this, Lan WangJi took the strap covering his forehead, pulled Wei WuXian's hand up, and showed it to everyone.