Chapter 55

After a pause, Wei WuXian said, "But even if it is hibernating, it doesn't need to sleep for four hundred years? You said that this Slaughtering Xuanwu is addicted to eating strangers, how much did it eat?"

Lan Wangji said, "In the book, every time it appeared back then, it would eat as little as two or three hundred people, or as many as entire cities and villages. There were several disturbances, and at least more than 5,000 were eaten raw."

Wei WuXian said, "Oh. That's a lot of work."

This monster seems to like to put the whole person into the turtle shell, wonder if it likes to store it up and enjoy it slowly. Maybe it was four hundred years ago that it put too much grain into the shell at one go, and has not digested it yet.

Lan Wangji ignored him, and Wei Wuxian said again, "Speaking of eating, have you ever been fasting? Like us, we can probably last three or four days without eating or drinking. But if after three or four days, there is no If people come to save us, our physical, mental, and spiritual power will begin to weaken."

It would be better if Wen Chao's gang would just stand by and ignore them after they had fled. After three or four days, they might have to wait for help from other clansmen. I am afraid that the people of the Wen family will not only fail to deliver help in the snow, but also fall into trouble. The so-called "other families" only include the Gusu Lan Clan and the Yunmeng Jiang Clan. If the Wen Clan obstructs them, the time of "three or four days" will probably be doubled.

Wei WuXian took back the branch, drew a rough map on the ground, connected a few lines, and said, "Muxi Mountain to Gusu is a little closer than Muxi Mountain to Yunmeng, and your family should come first. Wait slowly. Even if they don't come, wait a day or two at most, and Jiang Cheng will be able to rush back to Lotus Pier. Jiang Cheng is smart, and the Wen family can't stop him, so there's nothing to worry about."

Lan Wangji lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I can't wait."

Wei Wuxian said, "Huh?"

Lan Wangji said, "Yunshen doesn't know where, it's already burned."

Wei Wuxian said tentatively, "...Is everyone still there? Your uncle, your brother."

He originally thought that even if the head of the Lan family and Lan Wangji's father were seriously injured, Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen should still be able to take charge of the overall situation. Lan WangJi said dumbly, "Father is gone. My brother is missing."

The branch that Wei Wuxian was scribbling on the ground froze.

When going up the mountain, the son of the noble family said that the head of the Lan family was seriously injured. But he didn't expect that he would be seriously injured to the point where he was "almost gone". Maybe Lan Wangji just received the latest news in the past two days, saying that his father was dying.

Although the head of the Lan family is in seclusion all the year round and does not hear any foreign affairs, his father is his father. In addition, Lan Xichen was still missing, no wonder today's Lan Wangji has been particularly gloomy and angry. Wei Wuxian was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Who knows, when he turned around in confusion, the whole person froze.

The firelight reflected Lan Wangji's face like a warm jade, and even more clearly illuminated a tear on his cheek.

Wei Wuxian was stunned, thinking, "Damn!"

A person like Lan Wangji may shed so many tears in his life, but one of these times was bumped into by him. He is the person who can't see other people's tears the most. Women's tears can't be seen, and when they see them, they want to go up to coax, tease, and make people cry and laugh. Men's tears are even more invisible. He always felt that bumping into the tears of a normally strong man was more terrifying than accidentally seeing a girl who was clean and taking a bath, but he couldn't go up to comfort him.

Under the multiple blows of the burning of the house, the oppression of the whole family, the death of the father, the disappearance of the elder brother, and the pain, any consolation is ineffective.

Wei WuXian didn't know where to put his hands and feet, so he turned his head away, and after a while, he said, "That, Lan Zhan."

Lan Wangji said coldly, "Shut up."

Wei Wuxian shut up.

The firewood exploded.

Lan Wangji said quietly, "Wei Ying, you are really annoying."

Wei Wuxian said, "Oh..."

He thought: "After so many things happened, Lan Zhan was terribly annoyed, but there was someone who was dangling in front of him, no wonder he was so angry, because his leg was injured and he couldn't beat me, so he had to bite me... I think I'd better leave him a clean place."

After holding it for a while, he still said: "Actually, I didn't want to bother you... I just wanted to say, are you cold or not. The clothes are dry, the middle clothes are for you, and I keep the coat."

The middle coat was his close-fitting clothing, and it was not suitable for Lan Wangji to wear, but his coat was too dirty to see. The people of the Lan Sect in Gusu are all clean by nature, so it seemed a bit offensive to give such a dress to Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji didn't speak or look at him, Wei Wuxian threw the dried white shirt beside him, put on his robe, and got out silently.

The two waited for three days.

There is no sun and moon in the cave, and the reason why we know that it is three days is all due to the horrible schedule of the Lan family. When the hour comes, he automatically falls asleep, and when the hour comes, he automatically wakes up. Therefore, just look at how long Lan Wangji has slept. Can count the time.

After these three days of recuperating, Lan Wangji's injury on his leg did not worsen. He was slowly recovering, and soon he began to meditate again.

Wei Wuxian didn't move in front of his eyes for a few days, and when Lan Wangji regained his composure, adjusted his emotions, and turned into that calm and expressionless Lan Zhan, he went back as if nothing had happened, with a thick skin. Pretend you didn't see or hear anything that night, and stop teasing him in a measured way. The two were lukewarm when they got along, but also peaceful.

During this period, the two spied around Blackpool many times. Slaughter Xuanwu had already put all the corpses into the turtle shells, and the huge pitch-black turtle shells floated on the water, like an indestructible giant warship. The first few times heard the sound of heavy chewing coming from the inside, but the next few times couldn't hear it. Instead, it was a sound similar to snoring after falling asleep, like a dull thunder.

The two of them thought if they could sneak into the bottom of the water while the monster was sleeping, looking for the escape hole, but when they wandered underwater for a stick of incense at most, they would be detected by the monster. And they searched several times, but they couldn't find the hole Jiang Cheng mentioned. Wei Wuxian wondered if it was blocked by some part of the monster's body, and wanted to lead it out of the water, but the monster seemed like a big monster. Tired after a fight, I don't like to move very much.

They picked up the feather arrows, longbows, and iron irons scattered on the shore, and took them back and counted them. There were over a hundred feather arrows, more than thirty longbows, and a dozen iron irons.

At this time, it was the fourth day.

Lan WangJi picked up a longbow with his left hand, and looked at its material intently. When he plucked the bowstring with his right hand, a sonorous metallic sound came out.

This is the bow and arrow used by the Xianmen family to hunt demons and monsters at night. The materials for making bows and arrows are extraordinary. Lan Wangji removed all the bowstrings from the bow, and connected them end to end to form a long string. He tensed the string with both hands, and then swung it, the bowstring flew out like lightning, a white light dazzled, and a rock three meters in front was shattered.

Lan Wangji withdrew his hand, and the bowstring burst into the air with a sharp neigh.

Wei WuXian asked, "String killing technique?"

The string killing technique is one of the secret skills of the Gusu Lan Sect. Lan Yi is also the only female head of the Lan Clan in Gusu. She repairs the qin. The qin has seven strings, which can be detached and fastened. , in the next moment, she can cut bone and flesh like mud, becoming a deadly weapon in her hands.

Lan Wing's string killing technique is to assassinate dissidents, so it has been criticized. Gusu Lan's own evaluation of this suzerain is subtle, but it is undeniable that string killing technique is also the most lethal and far-reaching among the secret techniques of Gusu Lan. A suitable fighting tactic.

Lan Wangji said, "Break it from the inside."

The tortoise shell is as solid as a fortress, and the skin is so hard that it seems impossible to break through. But the more so, the more fragile it may be the body part hidden within the shell. This point, Wei Wuxian has also thought about it for the past few days, and is clear in his heart.

What he knew better was the current situation. After three days of recuperation, their current state has just reached its peak. And if you wait any longer, it will gradually decline. And the fourth day has passed, and the rescuers still haven't come.

Instead of sitting still, it is better to go all out. If the two of them can work together to kill this Slaughter Xuanwu, they can escape from the water hole under the black pool.

Wei WuXian said, "I also agree, attack from within. But I have heard of your family's string killing technique. The inside of the tortoise shell is constrained, which is not good for performance. In addition, your leg injury hasn't healed yet, so I'm afraid you will have to use it at a discount, right? "

This is the truth, Lan Wangji understands. They all understand that being brave and trying to do what they are unable to do will have no effect other than dragging their feet.

Wei WuXian said, "Listen to me."

A small half of the tortoise shell of Slaughter Xuanwu was still floating on the water of the black pool.

Its four claws, head and tail are all retracted, there is a large hole in front, and five small holes are arranged on the left and right and rear. Like an isolated island, a hill, the mountain is dark, uneven, covered with moss, and hung with green and dark algae.

Quietly, Wei Wuxian, carrying a bundle of feather arrows and iron cauldrons, like a thin silver fish, dived to the front of Slaughter Xuanwu's head hole.

A small part of the hole was submerged in the black pool water, and Wei Wuxian swam into it. After passing through the head hole, he turned inside the turtle shell. Wei Wuxian's feet landed on the "ground", as if he had stepped on a thick layer of mud. The "mud" was still soaked in water, and the overwhelming stench made him almost scolded.

The stench seemed rotten and sweet, reminding Wei WuXian that he had seen a fat dead mouse by a lake in Yunmeng before, he pinched his nose and said to himself, "This damn place... Fortunately, Lan was not allowed to Zhan came in. With his ten fingers that don't touch the spring water, he can't vomit immediately when he smells it. If he doesn't vomit, he'll faint."

Slaughter Xuanwu made a gentle grunt. Wei Wuxian held his breath as he walked quietly, the soles of his feet sinking deeper and deeper. After three steps, the mud-like thing was below his knees. There seemed to be some hard lumps in the mud and water. Wei Wuxian was slightly shorter, and after fumbling a few times, he suddenly touched something furry.

like human hair.

Wei Wuxian withdrew his hand, knowing that this was the one who was dragged in by Slaughter Xuanwu. When touched it again, found another boot. Half of the leg in the boot was rotten, half flesh and half bone.

It seems that this monster doesn't like cleanliness very much. The residue that it didn't finish eating, or the part it didn't have time to eat, leaked out from the gap between the teeth, and spit it into the shell, the more it spit out, the more it spit out, and it piled up into a thick layer after a hundred years. And at this moment, Wei Wuxian was standing in the mud of these corpses.

These past few days, he was crawling and rolling, his body was too dirty to look at, Wei Wuxian didn't care about marinating any more, he wiped his hands on his trousers at will, and continued to walk forward.

The snoring of the monster is getting louder and louder, the air waves are getting heavier, and the mud on the soles of the feet is getting thicker and thicker. Finally, his hand lightly touched the uneven skin of the monster. He slowly continued to grope along the skin, and sure enough, the head and neck were scaly armor, and further down was the hard, pitted epidermis. The further down the skin, the thinner and more fragile it became.

At this time, the corpse had spread to Wei Wuxian's waist. Most of the corpses here have not been eaten, and the remaining bodies are large pieces, which should not be called corpses, but should be called corpses. Wei Wuxian stretched his hand behind his back, ready to untie the feather arrow and iron iron, but found that iron iron was stuck by something and couldn't get it out.

He held the long rod of the iron and pulled it out with force, and then he pulled it out. At the same time, the front end of the iron brought something out of the pile of corpses, making a slight "dang" sound.

Wei Wuxian froze immediately.

After a long while, there was no movement around, and the monsters didn't attack. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, "Tie Lao seemed to be stuck by something just now, and the sound is also iron? It's still a long time, look. Is there any use? The poor guy on hand, if it is a high-grade fairy sword, it would be best!"

He reached out and felt something like that, a long, blunt, rust-covered surface.

The moment he held it, a scream rang out in Wei Wuxian's ears.

This scream sounded like thousands of people screaming in despair in his ears, and all of a sudden, a cold air crawls all over his body along his arm, Wei Wuxian jolted, and suddenly pulled his hand back. Heart said: "What, such a strong resentment!"

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly lit up, and a faint red-yellow light cast Wei Wuxian's shadow, illuminating a pitch-black iron sword in front of him. The sword was inserted diagonally into the heart of his shadow.

This is inside the tortoise shell of Slaughter Xuanwu, how can there be light?

Wei Wuxian turned his head suddenly, sure enough, a pair of big golden eyes were close at hand.

Only then did he realize that the muffled snoring had disappeared. And that crimson-yellow gleam came from the eyes of Slaughter Xuanwu!

Slaughter Xuanwu bared his black and yellow fangs and roared with his mouth open.

Wei WuXian was standing right in front of its fangs, and was hit directly by the sound waves of this roaring sound, his ears almost burst, and his whole body was aching. Seeing that it was biting, he hurriedly shoved the bundle of iron into its mouth. The timing and position of this plug were just right, not more than an inch, not an inch, and stuck the upper and lower jaws of the monster!

While the monster couldn't close its mouth, Wei WuXian stabbed a bundle of feather arrows into its weakest skin. Although the feathered arrows were thin, Wei Wuxian made a bundle of five, pierced into the flesh of the monster and pushed them until the tail feathers submerged, like a poisonous needle. Under the pain, Slaughter Xuanwu bent the iron iron that was holding up against its teeth, and the seven or eight iron irons that were originally straight were suddenly bent into hooks by its strong bite force. Wei Wuxian stabbed a few bundles of arrows into its soft skin again. This monster has never suffered such a big loss since it was born. The pain is maddening. When they left, the corpse piles also overturned the river and the sea, like a mountain collapsed and slipped, and Wei Wuxian was almost submerged in the rotting stumps. Slaughter Xuanwu widened his eyes, his yellow eyes were ferocious, his teeth were wide open, and he seemed to be swallowing mountains and rivers in one breath. The pile of corpses slid into its mouth like a torrent, Wei WuXian struggled desperately, went upstream, and suddenly grabbed an iron sword.

Wei Wuxian's body had already been sucked into Slaughter Xuanwu's mouth. Seeing that the monster beast was about to shut its mouth, he grabbed the iron sword and used the same technique again to trap it between the monster beast's upper and lower jaws.

Ninety-nine percent of the internal organs of this century-old monster are corrosive. As long as a person swallows it, it will instantly melt into a plume of blue smoke!

Wei Wuxian firmly grasped the iron sword, like a thorn, stuck in its mouth, neither going up nor down. Slaughter Xuanwu bumped his head for a while, but he couldn't swallow the thorn that didn't let him close his mouth, but he didn't want to let go, and finally rushed out!

It was frightened by Wei Wuxian's piercing in the turtle shell, as if trying to escape completely from the shell, and desperately squeezed its body out, so that the tender flesh that had been hidden in the armor was exposed. Lan WangJi had already dropped the line on its head hole and had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Slaughter Xuanwu rushed out, he retracted the line, flicked it on the string, the bowstring trembled, and cut into the meat!

This monster was forced by the two of them together, neither was it, nor was it Jin. It is a deformed monster, not a real divine beast. It has no great mind in the first place. It is completely crazy under the stimulation of pain. wave. But no matter how crazy it goes, one of the two people is firmly stuck in its mouth, so that it can't bite and can't eat. The deeper the injury, the more blood flows!

Lan Wangji held on to the bowstring tightly, not loosening it for a moment, and persisted for three hours.

After three hours, Slaughter Xuanwu gradually stopped moving.

The vital part of the monster was cut almost apart from the body by Lan Wangji's bowstring. With excessive force, the palms of his hands were already full of blood and scars. The huge tortoise shell floated on the water, and the water in the black pool had been dyed purple-red visible to the naked eye, and the bloody smell was as thick as a purgatory Shura Pond.

With a plop, Lan Wangji jumped into the water and swam near the snake's head. Slaughter Xuanwu's eyes were still wide open, his pupils had been dilated, but his fangs were still tightly clenched.

Lan Wangji said, "Wei Ying!"

There was no sound from the monster's mouth.

Lan WangJi stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the upper and lower teeth, and forced them to separate them. He swam in the water with nowhere to work, and it took him a while to break it apart. saw a pitch-black iron sword stuck in Slaughter Xuanwu's mouth, the hilt and tip of the sword had penetrated deeply into its mouth, and the blade had been bent into an arc.

Wei WuXian curled up into a shrimp shape, lowered his head, and clutched the iron sword's not-sharp body tightly with both hands, and was about to slide down Slaughter Xuanwu's throat. Lan WangJi immediately grabbed his collar and lifted him out. Slaughter Xuanwu's jaw opened, and the iron sword slid into the water and sank to the bottom of the pool.

Wei Wuxian closed his eyes tightly, lying softly on top of him, one arm resting on his shoulder, Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around his waist, floating him in the blood, and said, "Wei Ying!"

His hands trembled slightly, and he was about to reach out to touch Wei Wuxian's face, but Wei Wuxian suddenly woke up and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you dead? Are you dead?!"

He fluttered a bit, causing both of them to sink in the water. Lan Wangji hugged his waist tightly and said, "Dead!"

Wei Wuxian's eyes were blank for a while, as if he had difficulty reacting. After thinking for a while, he said, "Dead? Dead...Okay! Dead. It was screaming just now, and it was screaming and flipping, and it made me dizzy. Oh. By the way, the hole! The underwater hole, let's go. Get out of the water hole."

Lan Wangji noticed that his reaction was different, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Wei WuXian regained his energy and said, "It's nothing! Let's go out quickly, it's not too late."

It was really not too late, Lan Wangji nodded and said, "I'll take you."

Wei WuXian said, "No need..." Lan WangJi's right hand was still wrapped around his waist like an iron hoop, and he said irrefutably, "Inhale."

Going into the water in such a state of trance, I am afraid that there will be an accident. Wei Wuxian didn't like to be stubborn either, nodding his head, ignoring the blood and dirt, the two took a deep breath and dived into the water.

After a long while, two splashes broke out from the purple-red water surface, and the two got out again.

Wei WuXian spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his face, and wiped his face to a purple-red color. He became more and more embarrassed, and said, "What's going on?! Why is there no hole?!"

Jiang Cheng did say at the time that there was a water hole under the black pool that could accommodate five or six people at the same time, and other children of aristocratic families had indeed escaped through the hole. Wei Wuxian originally thought that it was blocked by Slaughter Xuanwu's body, so he couldn't find it, but now Slaughter Xuanwu's body has been moved, and there is no water hole where it used to be.

Lan Wangji's hair was wet and dripping with water, and he didn't answer. The two looked at each other and thought of a terrible possibility.

I'm afraid... Slaughter Xuanwu was in severe pain, and the beast's claws slammed wildly, collapsing the rocks under water, or kicked it somewhere, just blocking the only escape water hole...

Wei Wuxian broke free from Lan Wangji's arm, and a fierce man plunged into the water, and Lan Wangji followed. It was easy to find, but still couldn't find a hole. Not even one person can pass through.

Wei WuXian asked, "What about this?"

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji said, "Let's go up first."

Wei Wuxian waved his hand and said, "...Go up."

Both of them were exhausted and swam slowly to the shore, and the water was a bloody purple-red. Wei Wuxian took off his clothes, wrung it dry, and shook it vigorously. He couldn't help but scolded, "Is this playing with us? Originally, I thought that no one would come to save us again. It did. It finally died, and this son of a bitch crushed the hole. Fuck!"

Hearing the word "fuck", Lan Wangji frowned, trying to say something, but held back.

Wei Wuxian vigorously tossed his clothes and scolded, suddenly his feet softened. Lan Wangji grabbed him and hugged him. Wei Wuxian supported his hand and said, "It's alright, it's all right. I'm running out of strength. By the way, Lan Zhan, I just grabbed a sword in its mouth, did you see that sword?"

Lan Wangji said, "It sank to the bottom of the water. What's wrong?"

Wei WuXian said, "Sinking? Forget it."

When he was holding the sword tightly just now, he heard screaming screams in his ears, and he felt cold and dizzy. That iron sword must be something extraordinary. This slaughtering Xuanwu monster had eaten at least 5,000 people, and when it was completely dragged into the turtle shell, there must have been many people still alive. This heavy sword may be the relic of a monk who was swallowed. It has been hidden in the corpse of the turtle shell for at least four hundred years, soaked in the deep resentment and pain of countless living and dead, and heard their screams.

Wei Wuxian wanted to put the sword away and take a good look at the piece of iron, but since it has already sunk and is now trapped here and can't get out, let's not mention it for the time being. If he mentions it too much, Lan Wangji will hear the clue, and he will cause a dispute again. Wei Wuxian waved his hand and said in his heart, "It's really not a good thing!"

He dragged his steps forward and continued walking, while Lan Wangji quietly followed behind him. Before taking two steps, Wei Wuxian softened again.

Lan WangJi supported him again. This time, he put one hand on his forehead, pondered for a moment, and said, "Wei Ying, you are... so hot."

Wei Wuxian put his hand on his forehead and said, "You're hot too."

Lan Wangji took his hand away and said indifferently, "That's because your hands are cold."

Wei WuXian said, "It seems a little dizzy."

Four or five days ago, he threw all the broken herbs in the sachet onto Lan Wangji's legs, and wiped the branded wound on his chest. , finally deteriorated.

Wei Wuxian has a fever.

After walking for a while, Wei Wuxian became more and more dizzy and could no longer walk. He simply sat down and asked in confusion, "Why did it burn so easily? I haven't had a fever in years."

Lan Wangji didn't want to comment on his "so easy", and said, "Lie down."

Wei Wuxian lay down according to the words, Lan Wangji took his hand and sent him spiritual power.

After lying down for a while, Wei Wuxian sat up again. Lan Wangji said, "Lie down."

Wei WuXian pulled his hand back and said, "You don't have to lose to me, you don't have much left."

Lan WangJi grabbed his hand again and repeated, "Lie down."

A few days ago, Lan Wangji had no strength, and he was frightened and tossed by him. Today, it was finally Wei Wuxian's turn to have no strength and could only let him play with it.

But Wei Wuxian wasn't willing to be lonely even when he was lying down. After a while, he shouted: "Jade people. Jade people."

Lan Wangji said, "What do you want?"

Wei WuXian said, "Lie down in another place."

Lan Wangji said, "Where do you want to lie down at this time?"

Wei WuXian said, "I borrow your legs to lie down."

Lan WangJi said with an expressionless face, "Don't make trouble."

Wei WuXian said, "I'm serious. I'm so dizzy, you're not a girl, so what are you afraid of borrowing to lie down?"

Lan Wangji said, "It's not a girl's house, and you can't just lie down."

Seeing him frown, Wei WuXian said, "I didn't make trouble, so don't make trouble. I'm not convinced, Lan Zhan, tell me, why?"

Lan WangJi said, "Why?"

Wei WuXian reluctantly turned over, lay on the ground, and said, "Who doesn't say that I hate me, but loves me in the heart, why is it your turn to always treat me badly? It's a lifelong friendship, you don't even want to borrow your legs to lie down, and you want to teach me again. Are you seven or eighty?"

Lan WangJi said in a low voice, "You're burned out."

Maybe it was really burning out, and after a while, Wei Wuxian fell asleep.

When he fell asleep, he felt that he was lying down pretty well, as if he had really put a pillow on someone's lap, with a cool hand on his forehead. Rolled to the ground, and was gently patted on the head, picked up and continued to rest on his legs.

But after waking up, he was still lying on the ground, at best with a pile of leaves on the back of his head, which made him a little more comfortable. Lan Wangji sat far away from him, and a fire started, and the light of the fire made his face look like a beautiful jade, warm and gentle.

Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "It really was a dream."

Their escape route was cut off, and they were trapped in the underground cave. They could only wait for Yunmengjiang's rescue. Two more days passed. For the past two days, Wei Wuxian had been suffering from a low-grade fever, and woke up from sleep to sleep. It was all due to Lan Wangji's intermittent supply of spiritual energy that he barely managed to maintain the status quo without deteriorating.

Wei WuXian said, "Ah. It's so boring."

Wei Wuxian: "It's really boring."

Wei Wuxian: "It's too quiet."

Wei Wuxian: "Ah—"

Wei Wuxian: "I'm hungry. Lan Zhan, get up and get something to eat. Get that bastard."

Wei Wuxian: "Forget it, don't eat it, the meat of this cannibal monster must be stinky. You better stop moving."

Wei WuXian: "Lan Zhan, why are you acting like this, you're so boring. You keep your mouth and eyes closed, you don't talk to me or look at me, you are practicing Zen, you are a monk? Yes, your ancestors are Monk. I forgot."

Lan Wangji said, "Quiet. You are still burning. Don't talk. Save your energy."

Wei WuXian said, "You finally spoke up. We've been waiting for a few days? Why hasn't anyone come to rescue us?"

Lan WangJi said, "It hasn't been a day."

Wei Wuxian covered his face and said, "Why is it so difficult, it must be because of being with you. If only Jiang Cheng stayed, it would be more fun to scold him than to be with you now. Jiang Cheng! Where are you dead! It’s been almost seven days!!!”

Lan Wangji stabbed a branch into the fire, this stab actually brought out a burst of sword intent, and sparks fluttered and danced. He said coldly: "Rest."

Wei Wuxian curled up into a ball of shrimp again, turned his face to him, and said, "Did you make a mistake, I just woke up and you let me rest again, so you don't want to see me in a awake state?"

Taking back the branch, Lan WangJi said calmly, "You think too much."

Wei WuXian thought to himself, "You can't penetrate oil or salt, or knife or gun. It's not as interesting as that Lan Zhan a few days ago, whose face was as black as the bottom of an old pot, who spoke in a tone of voice, and would bite people when he was in a hurry. But such a Lan Zhan is not as interesting. But it is impossible to meet, and I am afraid that I will never have the opportunity to see it again in the future.”

He said, "I'm so bored. Lan Zhan, let's chat. You start."

Lan Wangji said, "When did you rest in the past?"

Wei WuXian said, "Your opening is so boring, it's so dry that you don't want to continue. But I'll give you a face, so let's take it. Let me tell you, I have always been in Lotus Pier. Go to bed later when you're ugly. Often stay up all night."

Lan Wangji said, "Irregularity. Bad habits."

Wei WuXian said, "Do you think everyone is the same as your family?"

Lan Wangji said, "I have to change it."

Wei Wuxian covered his ears and said, "I'm sick. I'm having a fever, Second Brother Lan, can you say something nice? Coax this poor me?"

Lan Wangji was silent, Wei Wuxian said, "Can't speak? Well, I know. Then you can't speak, can you sing? Can you sing?"

Originally, he was just talking, scraping his lips with Lan Wangji to pass the time, and he didn't expect him to agree at all. Who knows, after a long silence, a low and soft song echoed in the empty cave.

Lan Wangji actually sang.

Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, turned over, spread out his limbs, and said, "It sounds good."

He said, "What's the name of this piece?"

Lan Wangji seemed to say something in a low voice, Wei Wuxian opened his eyes and said, "What's your name?"