However, Lan WangJi didn't seem to listen to what he said anymore, so he rudely blocked his mouth, his body sank, and he sent himself in.

Wei Wuxian's eyes suddenly widened, and his legs flexed sharply.

The two of them were close to each other. They were both beating drums and their breaths were disordered.

Lan Wangji said in a hoarse voice, "...I'm sorry...I can't take it anymore."

Seeing that his eyes were red and he was holding back hard, Wei Wuxian knew that it was all his own teasing, and gritted his teeth: "If you can't bear it, don't bear it... Then what should I do now?"

He was also desperately ill and went to the doctor, and Wei Wuxian actually came to ask him. Lan Wangji said, "...Relax."

Wei Wuxian murmured, "Okay, relax, relax..."

He relaxed a little, Lan Wangji tried to push inward, Wei Wuxian immediately involuntarily tensed the muscles in his hips and abdomen.

Lan Wangji said, "...Does it hurt?"

Wei Wuxian hugged him, his body trembling uncontrollably, and he said with tears, "It hurts, it's my first time, of course it hurts."

After saying this, he felt that the Lan WangJi in his body became harder.

You can imagine what it would feel like when soft and fragile internal organs were poked and poked by a hard object that did not belong to him. But thinking that because of his simple words, Lan Wangji would react, Wei Wuxian burst out laughing again.

He was also a man, he knew how uncomfortable Lan Wangji was now, but he still controlled himself and didn't move forward. Wei WuXian felt weak in his heart, Wang Dong hooked his neck and pulled it down, whispering in his ear, "Lan Zhan, good Lan Zhan, second brother, I'll tell you what to do, kiss me quickly, and I'll just kiss me. no more pain..."

Lan Wangji's earlobes were dyed bright red.

He said with difficulty: "...Don't, don't call it that."

Wei Wuxian stuttered after hearing him, and laughed loudly, "I don't like it, then I'll call it another name. Brother Wangji, Zhan'er, Hanguang, which do you like... ah ah ah ah!"

Lan Wangji bit his lip and sent his lower body to the end.

All Wei Wuxian's shouts were sealed in his throat, clinging to his shoulders tightly, his brows furrowed, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, his legs were rigidly wrapped around his waist, and he didn't dare to move. Only then did Lan Wangji wake up a little, took a few breaths, and said, "I'm sorry."

Wei WuXian shook his head and smiled reluctantly, "You said it before. Between you and me, you never have to talk about this."

Lan Wangji cautiously kissed him, his movements a little clumsy. Wei Wuxian narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth to let him in, and lingered for a while with the tip of his tongue, then vaguely caught a glimpse of the brand under Lan Wangji's collarbone.

He put his hand up, covering the scar, and said, "Lan Zhan, tell me, is this also related to me?"

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "It's nothing. I drank too much at that time."

After sending the blood-washed Wei Wuxian back to the mass grave, what awaited him was three years of confinement. After the retreat period expired, the first thing heard after coming out was that the way of heaven is good for reincarnation, good and evil will be rewarded eventually, and the Yiling Patriarch finally died and disappeared.

After searching all over the whole mountain for several days, couldn't find anything except a Wenyuan, which was in a coma with a high fever, from a tree that was half burned by the fire. Even a piece of bone, a piece of broken ròu, a wisp of weak remnant soul.

On the way back to the Lan Clan in Gusu, Lan Wangji bought a pot of "Tianzi Xiao" in Caiyi Town.

This was the first pot he bought back, and the only one he drank.

The wine is fragrant, mellow, and spicy. You can probably understand why that person likes it.

drink his drink.

suffer from his injuries.

After sobering up, Lan Wangji had no memory, but there was already a scar on his chest that was the same as the brand Wei Wuxian left at the bottom of the slaughtering Xuanwu. The warehouse where Qishan Wen's confiscated items were stored was also smashed open. All the disciples looked at him with panic and shock.

Lan Qiren looked sad and angry, but in the end he didn't scold him again. In three years, whether it was scolding or punishment, it was enough.

He sighed, no longer objecting to Lan Wangji's decision to keep Wen Yuan.

Up to now, the wound has been scabbed for thirteen years.

Lan WangJi began to pump, while Wei WuXian closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, hissed and gasped, adjusting his breathing with Lan WangJi's movements.

After getting used to the foreign object intruding a little, Wei Wuxian twisted his waist inadvertently. A sudden burst of Su Masu covered her lower body and climbed up her body along her spine.

Wei Wuxian suddenly found out how to have fun in such a position.

He tucked his hands into Lan Wangji's sweaty long hair, touched the forehead, smiled, and said softly, "...Are you comfortable? Inside me."

Lan Wangji bit his lower lip and answered his question with a more aggressive attack.

Wei Wuxian was sweating profusely from being beaten, his body was dripping with water, and he was still panting and talking nonsense: "Lan Zhan...you're done. We're still three times away from the last one, we haven't gotten married yet, we haven't gotten married yet. Doing this kind of thing, do you know what it is called? Your uncle knew that he was going to put you in a pig cage."

Lan WangJi said almost viciously, "...It's over early!"

Along with the slammed head, Wei Wuxian raised his head in pain and pleasure, revealing his defenseless throat, and Lan Wangji took a bite.

The overwhelming pleasure caused Wei Wuxian to lose his mind for a moment, dazed for a while, and the first thought in his mind: "...I can't believe it, why the hell am I not 15 years old and have this kind of thing with Lan Zhan? The days are gone to the dog's belly."

Lan Wangji is a true sect in this way, he doesn't know how to tune qíng, so he speaks less and speaks more. Wei Wuxian was confused for a while, then he woke up, and began to speak foul language in his ear: "Second Master Lan, since when did you start liking me? If you liked me earlier, why didn't you like me earlier? Did you do it for me? Your family, Yunshen, doesn't know where the back mountain is a good place. When I slipped out and left alone, tie it up and drag it away, pressing it on the rough ground like now... ahhhhhhhh, it's my first time, be nice to me...

"What did you say? Go on. You are so strong, I'm sure I can't resist. If I ask you to, you can mute me. Or your library is not bad either. We can buy a few books from the messy scrolls all over the place. Ben Longyang chūn palace came back and learned from it, any posture is fine...Brother! Brother! Second brother, spare your life! Forgive your life, spare me, I won't say it, you are amazing, you are too amazing. I can't stand it, I really can't stand it, don't be like this..."

Lan Wangji couldn't stand his provocation at this time. The dozen or so pushes just now made Wei Wuxian's whole body feel as if his internal organs were going to be disturbed. Wei Wuxian was pressed by him for half an hour, and he never changed his posture. His waist and buttocks were numb, and after the numbness passed, it was painful and itchy, like thousands of insects biting in the bone marrow.

Finally tasting the evil he sowed, Wei Wuxian kissed him ingratiatingly, and said without dignity, "Second brother, do your best, keep me alive, we will have a long time in Japan, continue next time, hang up and continue walking. Can't you? Let me spare this little boy today. Lord Hanguang is mighty, the Yiling Patriarch lost, he was defeated, and he will fight again in the future."

Lan Wangji's forehead had a slight bulge, and he said every word with difficulty: "...If you really want to stop...you just...shut up and stop talking..."

Wei WuXian said, "But I have a mouth and I just want to talk! Lan Zhan, I said before that I want to talk to you every day|chuáng, can you pretend that you didn't hear it?"

Lan Wangji said, "No."

Wei WuXian said, "How could you do this. You never rejected me or anything before."

Lan Wangji smiled slightly and said, "No."

Only seeing his smile, Wei Wuxian's eyes lit up again, fluttering for a while, not knowing where he was.

However, he was immediately brought into tears by the action that was incompatible with this weathered and rainy smile, and he grabbed the rough ground with both hands and said hoarsely: "In those four days, if you change it to the last time in four days, will it work? to make!!!"

In the end, Lan Wangji came to the conclusion loudly and forcefully: "Every day is every day."

Chapter 112

three months later.

Guangling.

On the top of a mountain, a group of villagers held torches and used agricultural tools as weapons for self-defense, and slowly surrounded a forest on the mountain.

There is a wild tomb on this mountain. It has not been very peaceful in recent months. The villagers at the bottom of the mountain have been infested by the wild tomb orphan. Finally, they could no longer bear it. They invited a few monks who passed by here to go up the mountain to eradicate the root cause.

Twilight | When it comes, the insects are chirping clear, and the half-person-high wild bushes rustle from time to time, as if there is something unknown lurking within, waiting to strike at any time. But nervously pushing aside Ye Rong and taking a picture with a torch, it is often a false alarm.

Those cultivators, armed with long swords, led the villagers carefully across the rough ground and into the forest.

In the forest is the wild cemetery, or the damaged tombstones of stone or wood are crooked and crooked, and the wind is miserable. Several monks looked at each other, took out the talisman, and prepared to start cleaning up the evil. Seeing that they were calm, the situation should not be difficult, and several villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

But before their breath was completely released, they suddenly heard a loud bang, and a bloody corpse fell onto a dirt bag in front of them.

The villagers closest to the bunker screamed, threw the torches, and rolled away. Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth bloody corpses also fell down, like a rain of corpses falling from the sky. Those cultivators had never seen such a battle before, and they were shocked, but they did not lose their courage. The leader shouted: "Don't run away! Don't panic! It's just a little evil..."

Before he finished drinking, he seemed to be strangled by the neck, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He saw a tree.

There is a person sitting on the tree, with a black coat hanging down, a slender black boot, shaking gently, it is not easy, not comfortable.

On this man's waist, he was chasing a black and faint flute, with bright red tassels hanging from the bottom of the flute, which also swayed with the movements of his calf.

Several monks immediately changed color.

The villagers were already in disarray. After listening to him shouting loudly, they had just taken the reassurance pill, but they saw several cultivators all turning pale, turning around and running away. Like a gust of wind, they rushed out of the forest and down the mountain in an instant, abandoning them. Regardless, they all guessed that there must be some great evil on this mountain top, and even these monks couldn't do anything about it. A villager escaped slowly and fell at the end. His mouth was full of mud. He thought he was going to die, but suddenly he saw a young man in white standing in front of him, his eyes lit up involuntarily.

The man had a long sword hanging from his waist. I don't know if the fabric was special or not. It seemed that his whole body was covered with a hazy white light. He immediately asked for help: "Young Master! This Young Master! Help, there are ghosts, hurry up and get rid of this monster..."

Before he finished speaking, another corpse landed in front of him. The bloody face of the seven orifices happened to meet him.

Just when the villager was so frightened that he almost fainted, the man said one word to him: "Go."

Although there was only one word, the villager felt an inexplicable peace of mind, as if he had received an order to avoid death, and suddenly a burst of strength surged up, got up and ran away without looking back.

The man in white looked at the bloody corpses crawling all over the forest and didn't seem to know what to say.

The most powerful maid of special police crossing. He looked up, and the man in black who was sitting on the tree also jumped down gently and skilfully, flashed in front of him in an instant, pressed him against a tree, and said softly, "Hey, this isn't Bing Qing Yu Jie. Hanguang-Jun Lan Wangji, what are you doing on my site?"

Surrounded by bloody corpses all over the place, they were crawling around in a daze or hideously. This man stretched out his hand to support the tree, and Lan Wangji was trapped between his body and the tree, with no expression on his face. .

Only to hear this person say again: "Since you have sent yourself to the door, then I will... ah ah ah!"

Lan Wangji locked both of his wrists with one hand.

The situation was reversed, and the man in black who was restrained by him was surprised: "My God, Hanguang-jun, you are too powerful, I can't believe it, it's shocking, unbelievable, you actually subdued me with one hand, I There's no way to resist! Terrible man!"

Lan Wangji: "..."

His hands tightened involuntarily. The other party's surprise turned into panic: "Ah, it hurts. Let me go, Hanguang-jun, I won't dare next time. You don't want to catch me like this again, and you mustn't tie me up, Don't push me to the ground..."

Seeing that his words and actions became more and more exaggerated, Lan Wangji's brows twitched, and he finally interrupted, "...don't play."

Wei WuXian was eager to beg for mercy, and said in surprise, "Why, I haven't finished begging for mercy."

"..." Lan Wangji said, "You are begging for mercy every day. Stop playing."

Wei Wuxian pressed it towards him and whispered, "Isn't this what you asked for... every day is every day."

His face was very close, as if he was going to kiss Lan Wangji, but he was reluctant to put them together crisply. There was always a line of separation between their lips. , Like a multi-qíng and stubborn butterfly roaming gracefully on the dignified petals, it will not perch or kiss. After such a flutter for a moment, Lan Wangji's light-colored pupils flickered and moved slightly. It seemed that he was finally unable to hold back, and the petals that couldn't hold back were about to take the initiative to touch the butterfly's wings. Wei Wuxian suddenly raised his face and staggered his lips.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "My brother."

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei WuXian said, "Call me big brother. If you call big brother, I'll give you a kiss."

"..." Lan Wangji's lips moved slightly.

In his life, he had never used this soft and waxy title to address others, and even to Lan Xichen, he had never called him brother with a straight face.Wei WuXian instructed, "Come and listen. I've called you so many times. After calling you kiss, you can still talk about other things."

Even if Lan Wangji was about to call out, he was defeated by Wei Wuxian after hearing this sentence, and he was unable to call out.After holding it for a while, only one sentence came out: "...don't be ashamed!"

Wei WuXian said, "Aren't you tired of holding me with one hand like this? How inconvenient to have only one hand left to do things."

After calming down, Lan Wangji said politely, "Then may I ask, what should I do?"

Wei WuXian said, "I'll teach you. Wouldn't it be convenient for you to take off the forehead and tie my hand?"

Lan Wangji quietly watched him smiling for a while, then slowly removed his forehead and unfolded it to Wei Wuxian.