Chapter 100 Hate Life Twenty-One 3

This string is too thin, and it has been painted with special pigments, making it almost invisible to the naked eye. In addition, Wei Wuxian was so distracted just now that he didn't have the time to pay attention to anything else, so it was put on his own. key.

Wei WuXian said, "Lan Zhan, don't! Don't retreat!"

But Lan WangJi immediately took five steps back without hesitation. Jin Guangyao said, "Excellent. Then, please put Bichen back in the sheath."

With a loud bang, Lan Wangji immediately followed suit. Wei WuXian angrily said, "You don't want to be too far behind!"

Jin Guangyao said, "I'm just trying to make an inch? I'm going to ask Hanguang-Jun to seal his spiritual veins by himself, so what's that called?"

Wei WuXian said angrily, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sharp pain in his throat as the flesh was cut, and some liquid slipped down his neck, Lan Wangji's face turned pale, Jin GuangYao said, "How could he not listen to me? You don't even think about it, Young Master Wei. , his life is in my hands."

Lan Wangji said word by word, "Don't touch him."

Jin Guangyao said, "Then Hanguang-jun knows what to do."

After a while, Lan Wangji said, "Okay."

Lan XiChen sighed. He raised his hand and slammed it twice, locking his spiritual veins.

Jin GuangYao smiled slightly and said softly, "This is really..."

Lan WangJi stared at them and said, "Let him go."

Wei WuXian said, "Lan Zhan! I, I have something to tell you."

Jin GuangYao said, "If you have anything to say, I'll talk about it later."

Wei WuXian said, "No, it's urgent."

Jin GuangYao said, "Then it's okay to say that."

He originally just said something casually, but Wei Wuxian suddenly said, "That's what he said."

After speaking, Wei WuXian roared hoarsely, "Lan Zhan! Lan WangJi! HanGuang-Jun! I, I really wanted to sleep with you just now!"

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Jin Guangyao loosened his hand and pulled the strings, feeling the slight tingling in his neck disappear, Wei Wuxian couldn't wait to pounce on Lan Wangji.

Just now, his shocking sentence was like a thunderbolt running through his body, so that Lan Wangji still hadn't reacted, and there were rare traces of dazedness and ignorance on his normally calm face. It wasn't the first time that Wei Wuxian had put his arms around his waist and hugged him desperately, but this time, Lan Wangji's body seemed to have turned into a heavy piece of wood, so stiff that he didn't even know where to put his hands. Wei WuXian said, "Lan Zhan, did you hear what I just said?!"

Lan Wangji's lips moved, and after a while, he said, "You..."

His speech has always been concise, concise, and neat, never intermittently, but now hesitantly. After a while, he said again: "You just said..."

He seemed to want to repeat it to make sure he heard it right. But for Lan Wangji, those words were really too hard to say. Wei Wuxian immediately prepared to say it again without hesitation, "I said I really wanted to be with you..."

"Cough cough!"

Lan XiChen stood aside, his right hand clenched into a fist and touched his lips. After thinking for a moment, he sighed, "...Young Master Wei, the timing of what you said is really right, and the occasion is really right."

Wei Wuxian apologized without any sincerity, "I'm really sorry, Sect Master Lan, but I really can't wait any longer."

Jin GuangYao also seemed to be unable to wait any longer. He turned his head and said, "Have you dug yet!"

A monk said: "Sect Master, you buried too deep..."

Jin Guangyao's face turned green and white, extremely ugly. Rao is so, he did not scold his subordinates, only said: "Speed ​​up!"

Before he finished speaking, a pale lightning flashed across the horizon, and a moment later, a thunderstorm broke out. Jin Guangyao looked at the sky, his face darkened. After a while, there was a slanting thin strand of rain floating in the air. Wei WuXian grabbed Lan WangJi, and was still trying to spit out the thousands of words in his chest, but the icy raindrops fell on his face, making him calm down a little.

Jin Guangyao said to Lan Xichen, "Second brother, it's raining, go to the temple and take shelter."

Even though Lan XiChen was already under his control, he still treated Lan XiChen with courtesy, not being harsh, and getting along with him was the same as in the past, but he was a little more polite. The so-called stretch out your hand does not hit the smiling face. What's more, Lan Xichen was originally a person with no temper. Jin Guangyao stepped over the threshold first and entered the main hall, followed by the others. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji came in during the day. The interior of this main hall is spacious and quite atmospheric. The red walls and gold paint are in good condition, and it can be seen that people often take care of them carefully. Those monks and monks were digging at the back of the main hall. I don't know how deep they had dug, but they still couldn't find what Jin Guangyao buried. Wei Wuxian looked up inadvertently, but was stunned.

The Guanyin statue enshrined on the shrine has picturesque features. Compared with the ordinary Guanyin statue, it is a little less kind and kind, and a little more delicate and beautiful. But what made him slightly startled was this statue of Guanyin, which was vaguely kind-hearted, like a human being. Wasn't it Jin Guangyao on the side?

At first glance, it was fine, but Jin Guangyao, who was on the side of the comparison, looked more and more alike, almost five or six points similar. Wei Wuxian thought, "Could it be that Jin Guangyao is such a narcissistic person? It's not enough to sit in the immortal capital that oversees the hundreds of clans, and it is necessary to carve a god statue in his own image to receive tens of thousands of people bowing down and offering incense? Or is it this? What kind of sorcery that I don't know about?"

Lan Wangji's voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Sit down."

Wei Wuxian's thoughts were immediately pulled back. Lan Wangji found four futons in the temple, two for Lan Xichen and Jin Ling, and two for him and Wei Wuxian. But for some reason, Lan Xichen and Jin Ling both moved the futon far away from here, and invariably looked into the distance.

Jin Guangyao and the others had already circled to the back of the hall to check the digging situation. Wei Wuxian pulled Lan Wangji and sat down on the futon. don't know if he was still in a trance, Lan Wangji was pulled by him and his body shook, and then he sat firmly. Wei Wuxian calmed down a little, staring at Lan Wangji's face.

He lowered his eyes, unable to see any emotion. Wei WuXian knew that Lan WangJi probably didn't believe him just based on those few words just now. He was laughing at Ling Chi for so long by a man with bad deeds but didn't know it, he didn't believe it was human nature. Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian's chest was stuffy, his heart trembled a little, and he didn't dare to think about it any longer. All know is that have to give him a few more powerful medicines.

He said, "Lan Zhan, you, you look at me."

His voice was still a little tight, and Lan Wangji said, "En."

Taking a deep breath, Wei Wuxian said in a low voice, "...I have a really bad memory. There are many things in the past that I can't remember. Including the time of Wuyetian, what happened in those days? What, I don't remember at all."

Hearing this, Lan Wangji opened his eyes slightly.

Wei Wuxian suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed his shoulders tightly, and continued, "But! But from now on, I will remember everything you said and did to me, and I will never forget a single thing. !"

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Wei WuXian said, "You are very nice. I like you."

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"Or to put it another way. I love you, I love you, I want you, I can't leave you, whatever you want."

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"I want to night hunt with you all my life."

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Wei WuXian raised three fingers together, pointing to the sky and the ground to his heart and said, "I still want to sleep with you every day. I swear I'm not on a whim, I'm not playing with you like I used to, and it's not because I'm grateful to you. There is no mess, I just really like you to the point of wanting to sleep with you. You don’t want anyone but you, and you can’t do it. You can do whatever you want to me, you can come as you like, I I like both, as long as you want to be with me..."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind roared in suddenly, extinguishing the rows of candles in the Guanyin Temple.

Unconsciously, the drizzle turned into a heavy rain, and the lanterns that swayed and collided outside the Guanyin Temple were already doused by the rain. All around suddenly plunged into darkness.

Wei Wuxian was speechless. In the darkness, Lan Wangji had already hugged him tightly and blocked his mouth.

Lan Wangji's breathing was messy and rapid, and in a hoarse voice, he said beside Wei Wuxian's ear, "...I love you..."

Wei Wuxian hugged him tightly and said, "Yes!"

Lan Wangji said, "...Love you, want you..."

Wei Wuxian said loudly, "Yes!"

Lan WangJi said, "I can't leave you...I don't want anyone but you...I can't do it without you!"

He repeated what Wei Wuxian had said to him over and over again, his voice trembling with his body, even giving Wei Wuxian the illusion that he was about to cry.

Every time he said a word, his hand around Wei Wuxian's waist tightened. Wei Wuxian was in pain, but the arms around his back were getting tighter and tighter, almost making him breathless, but he was still content and wished he could push harder.

Can't see anything.

But their chests were close to each other, and the two hearts were unavoidable. Wei Wuxian could clearly feel Lan Wangji's heart that was beating wildly, the heat that was about to burst out, and the heat that fell on his neck and disappeared without a sound, wonder if it was an illusion A little teardrop.

At this moment, a swift footstep entered the front hall, and Jin Guangyao, who had just gone to the back of the hall to inspect, turned back with a few cultivators. Against the strong wind, the two monks, one left and one right, closed the temple door again with all their strength, and bolted it heavily. Jin Guangyao pulled out a fire talisman, blew it gently, the talisman paper burned, and then used it to light the red candle again, and a faint yellow flame became the only light in Ye Yu Gu Temple. Suddenly, two crisp knocks came from outside the door.

Someone knocked on the door. Everyone in the temple lifted their spirits and looked out the door. The two monks who closed the door, as if facing a formidable enemy, silently aimed their swords at the door. Jin Guangyao said calmly, "Which one?"

Someone outside the door said, "Sect Master, it's me!"

Su She's voice.

Jin Guangyao made a gesture, the two monks pulled the latch, and Su She entered with a gust of wind and rain.

The row of red candles was almost affected by the storm, flickering and erratic, and the two monks immediately put on the gate again. Su She's whole body was soaked by the rainstorm, his face was cold, his lips were purple from the cold, he was holding a sword in his right hand and a person in his left. Entering the door, just as he was about to throw the man down, he saw Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji sitting on the two futons, who had not yet separated.

Su She only suffered a big loss from these two people not long ago, and his expression changed immediately, he immediately drew his sword and looked at Jin Guangyao, seeing him as if nothing had happened, he knew that the two of them must have been restrained at this moment, so he calmed down.

Jin GuangYao asked, "What's going on?"

Su She said: "I met him on the way. I think it should be useful, so I caught him."

Jin Guangyao approached and looked down, and said, "You hurt him?"

Su She said: "Not hurt. I fainted from fright." He threw the man in his hand to the ground. Jin Guangyao said, "Mingshan, don't strike so hard, he can't help but be scared and won't fall."

Su She hurriedly said, "Yes." This brought up the person he had just thrown around, and carefully placed it beside Lan XiChen. Lan XiChen kept staring at this man, brushing aside the wet hair on his face, the one who fainted from fright was indeed Nie Huaisang. It should have been stopped and caught by Su She on the way back to Qinghe after finishing the recuperation in Lotus Pier.

He raised his head and said, "Why did you detain Huaisang?"

Jin Guangyao said: "Having one more family head in hand can always make others more fearful. But please rest assured, second brother, you know how I have treated Huaisang in the past. When the time comes, I will definitely let you go unscathed. leave."

Lan XiChen said lightly, "Should I trust you?"

Jin Guangyao said, "Do whatever you want. Believe it or not, second brother, you can't do anything about it."

At this moment, Su She turned his cool eyes to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

He hummed and said, "Hanguang-Jun, Yiling Patriarch, I can't imagine that we would meet again so soon. And the situation has completely reversed. How is it, how does it feel?"

Lan Wangji didn't say a word. For such meaningless provocations, he has never paid attention to it. Wei Wuxian thought to himself, what has changed. At the mass graves, you fled in the desert, and now you are fleeing in the desert?

But Su She has probably been holding back for many years, and he can talk to himself with resentment without being stimulated by anyone. He looked at Lan Wangji and said sarcastically, "At this time, you are still putting on such a calm and calm air, when are you going to serve it?"

Lan WangJi remained silent. Lan XiChen opened his mouth and said, "Sect Master Su, we should have never treated you badly during your studies under my Gusu Lan Clan.

Su She said: "How dare I target the second son Lan, who has been proud of his talent since he was a child? I just can't stand his appearance that he always thinks he is amazing."

Although it was not the first time that Wei Wuxian knew that hatred can come for no reason, he couldn't help but feel inexplicable, and said, "Hanguang-Jun said that he thinks he is amazing. If I remember correctly, Auntie Isn't Su Lan's family motto 'no arrogance'?"

Jin Ling said, "How do you know the content of Gusu Lan's family motto?"

Wei Wuxian rubbed his chin and said, "Do you remember it if you don't copy too much?"

Jin Ling blurted out, "It's nothing, why are you copying the family motto of the Gusu Lan Clan, you're not..." He wanted to say, "You're not from their family," but he realized something was wrong before he finished speaking, and stopped talking. Face. Wei WuXian said with a smile, "Could it be that Hanguang-jun has a cold face since he was a child, that's why Sect Master Su thinks this way? If so, then Hanguang-jun is really wronged. He clearly treats everyone like this. Face. Sect Master Su, you should be glad that you didn't study in the Yunmeng Jiang Sect."

Su She said coldly, "Why?"

Wei WuXian said, "Otherwise you would have been mad at me long ago. When I was a child, I always felt that I was a world-shattering genius every day, and it was really fucking amazing. And not only did I feel that way in my heart, but I also talked about it everywhere."

Su She's forehead burst with blue veins, and said, "Shut up!" He seemed to be about to slap him, but Lan Wangji pulled Wei Wuxian into his arms and wrapped his arms around him firmly. Su She froze for a while, and was hesitating whether to attack or not, Wei WuXian immediately poked his head out from behind Lan WangJi and said, "It's better not to attack Sect Master Su, Lian Fangzun still respects Zewu-Jun, you If you hurt Hanguang-jun, guess whether Lianfangzun is happy or not?"

Su She originally thought about this and was inclined to withdraw, but when Wei Wuxian said it, he felt extremely aggrieved. In the end, I was unwilling, and I would say a few more sarcastic words: "I never imagined that the legendary Yiling Patriarch, who was afraid of both Yin and Yang, would also be afraid of death!"

Wei Wuxian said without shame, "It's easy to talk. But, it's not that I'm afraid of death, it's just that I don't want to die."

Su She sneered and said, "It's ridiculous to be careful with words. Is there a difference between being afraid of death and not wanting to die?"

Wei WuXian nestled in Lan WangJi's arms and said, "Of course there is a difference. For example, I don't want to get up from Lan Zhan right now, and I'm afraid of getting up from Lan Zhan, can this be the same thing?"

After thinking for a while, he said again: "I'm sorry, I take it back. I feel like it's almost the same thing."

Su She's face turned green. Wei Wuxian's original intention was to get mad at him, but at this moment, a soft laugh suddenly came from above him.

It was a very soft sound, almost making people suspect that he heard it wrong.

But Wei Wuxian raised his head abruptly, but it was true, at the corner of Lan Wangji's mouth, he saw that faint smile that had not yet dissipated, as if the sun was shining in the snow. This time, not only Su She, but also Lan Xichen and Jin Ling were stunned.

As we all know, Hanguang-Jun has always been a cold, unsmiling face, as if he has no interest in life. Almost no one has seen him smile, even if he only slightly hooked the corner of his mouth. No one expected to see his smile in such a scene.

Wei Wuxian's eyes opened wide and round in an instant.

After a long while, he swallowed his throat, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and said, "Lan Zhan, you..."

At this moment, there was another knocking sound from outside the Guanyin Hall.

Su She pulled out his sword, held it in his hand, and said vigilantly, "Who?!"

No one answered, the door slammed into pieces!

In the wind and rain that broke into the door, a flash of purple lightning struck Su She's chest head-on, sending him flying backwards. Su She slammed into a mahogany column heavily and spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot. The two monks who were guarding the gate to the left and right of the temple were also shaken by the aftermath and could not afford to lie on the ground. A purple-robed figure stepped over the threshold and steadily entered the hall.

It was raining and windy outside the temple, but the man was not wet, but the purple color of the hem was a little darker. Holding an oil-paper umbrella in his left hand, the raindrops slammed on the umbrella surface, splashing water, and the cold light of the purple electricity in the right hand was still wildly surging. The expression on his face was more gloomy than this thunderstorm night.