Xia Ji quietly analyzed.

Lan Yu's parents are immortals.

Lan Yu delivered the news that the candle dragon of the Heavenly Traveling Holy Society had broken his arm.

Lan Yu's immortal parents originally wanted to help him get justice, and taught Lan Yu Xuangong.

After a few days, Lan Yu forgot about the candle dragon and left the Tianxing Holy Society alone, and even decided to temporarily cut off contact with Lan Yu.

Over here...

What is the mystery hidden?

He enjoyed the massage of Lan Xiaomo, the top brand of the Moon Shadow Building, and closed his eyes and thought.

The elegant floral fragrance is tangy, different from Qi Yao's teasing and softness, Lan Xiaomo is everyone's lady type, and her words and deeds hide the bearing of "you are unattainable", but it is different for Xia Ji.

First of all, she was curious about the man.

Secondly, this man can help her get to the position of Oiran.

Oiran.

That's the Empress of the Wind and Dust Realm.

This kind of title is not something that can be elected in every city, and there are only two places in the whole world that can be selected except for the royal capital.

Therefore, the name of Oiran is really dazzling, and it is also the ultimate pursuit of every dusty woman.

Just look at the current Xue Qianrou, as an Oiran, she has simply turned into an empress-like figure, high up.

Her slender hand gently caressed Xia Ji's neck, bringing wave after wave of sensation like an electric shock.

Xia Ji was indifferent, just enjoying it.

Such a relaxed environment helps him to think.

First of all, the Candle Dragon, and even the Tianxing Holy Society also have an immortal background, so Lan Yu's immortal parents would say this to Lan Yu.

This is an important message.

The Heavenly Saint Society may really be acting for the heavens.

They are part of the will of the immortals, hidden in the shadows of the human world, mysterious and unpredictable, and since the immortals have the method of dreaming and descending to the earth, then the horror of this organization will be infinitely higher.

But that's not all, it's not that simple.

If the immortals can really pass information to each other, then Lan Yu's immortal parents should tell Lan Yu that "the candle dragon is not the one who broke your arm", but they didn't, they just vaguely expressed "you can't afford to mess with the candle dragon, and we don't care about this matter".

What do Blue Jade's immortal parents want to do?

Xia Ji stretched his waist and opened his mouth with an "ah".

Lan Xiaomo picked an ice grape and hung it in front of him.

Clever smile.

"How you want to eat. ”

"Feed it to me. ”

Lan Xiaomo hesitated for a long time, then opened her small mouth, bit a grape, and slowly closed her eyes and lowered her head, looking shy.

Xia Ji: (??? *)...

He stretched out his finger and flicked it directly, and the ice grapes slipped directly into Lan Xiaomo's throat.

The latter coughed ...

Xia Jiqi said: "Don't you have hands?

Lan Xiaomo's face was flushed, and she ran to the side, as if she was angry.

Xia Ji gave her a strange look, took the washed ice grapes himself, and thought about them while eating.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

They taught the Blue Jade Exercises, but they made him full of resentment, that is, they wanted him to make a fuss.

But Lan Yu's temper they also know, and the noise will not be terrible.

But it's enough to be an introduction.

Why do they want Blue Jade to make trouble?

Xia Ji thought about it, and already knew it in his heart.

A mysterious organization that uses Blue Jade to frame the Candle Dragon.

But the immortals could not descend to the earth, and they could not know where this mysterious organization was.

Therefore, they want to use the blue jade's commotion to lure this mysterious organization out.

He reviewed it carefully, and thought about it back and forth.

Ay...

Lan Yu Xiaoyou, it's really pitiful.

Check it out tomorrow.

It was late at night.

There is no moon outside the window.

The north wind is howling, and it seems that there is another expected heavy snowfall.

Wake up in the morning.

Xia Ji went out with an umbrella.

I went to the palace as usual.

The sky was full of flying snowflakes, and the streets of Tianque City were already thinly paved.

It seems that she knows that Xia Ji is coming, Concubine Ning stewed the medicinal diet today, and added mutton with skin and some peppercorns to the specially improved medicinal diet, and stewed it from dawn.

When Xia Ji came, it was still a little early, he folded the umbrella, stored it by the palace maid Bixia, and then led it into the Xinghui Palace.

Xia Ning was lazily grooming her makeup, and in the bronze mirror, there was a peerless face that captivated the country and the city.

The snow turned big and wild, sealing the heavens and gradually sealing the palace.

The two siblings chatted for a while.

Concubine Ning asked a few words "what style of sword do you like", and asked a few words every day, "what kind of girl do you like", "is Teacher Xiao Ying taught well", "I have to find a way to let you have real power in the army" and so on.

When she was tired of talking, Concubine Ning took out the book and read it in front of the window.

Xia Ji glanced at it, but saw that it was a book of myths and strange stories, telling how Taoist priests subdued demons and subdued demons.

"Xia Ning, what do you think of this?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to be a Taoist priest last time, I think this profession is quite risky, and people like Qingyanzi Zhenren also say that they will die, so I will find out first, if it is very dangerous, I firmly disagree with you to go." ”

Xia Ji: ...

Then, he saw Ning Feizai carefully flipping through the tome of the book, which was obviously bound into a book and pieced together, and the information in it must be very detailed, regardless of whether it is true or not.

In the ice and snow, Xia Ji's divine sense let go, and continued to envelop most of the palace, quickly locked onto Lan Yu, and began to observe quietly.

In the cold wind.

The little Taoist priest who was arrogant and vainly said that he wanted to exchange identities with the Son of Heaven was completely dead.

The rest was a one-armed little Taoist sitting in the dark.

His face was cold and desperate.

From time to time, a few voices are asked, "Why?"

He seems to be in the midst of some kind of transformation.

And the mansion where he lived has also become crowded, except for the necessary lunch and dinner, it seems that no one cares about this little Taoist priest, and even the Son of Heaven has begun to forget this Taoist priest.

If it weren't for the Daomen's immortal technique, and the Daomen would still have someone coming, Ji Sheng would have expelled Lan Yu from the palace a long time ago.

On the other side, it is the report of the chief manager to the Son of Heaven.

It probably said that "there are indeed spies of the Tianxing Holy Society hidden in the army, and some are very likely to be powerful people in the royal capital, and at present, the secret guard is cooperating with the White Tiger Torture Hall, and has begun to slowly close the net in response to some clues that he has mastered before."

Winters are cold.

The world is cold.

But if there is a family in the house, then it is not cold.

Xia Ning looked at the young man who was drinking soup with his back to her, and smiled softly.

...

...

Snowy night.

Palace.

Inside the cold house.

"Damn! Damn!!"

The one-armed boy knelt in the black, he looked out the window at the whistling snow, and then at the gray sky.

"Has my Lanyu been bullied so far?"

He used to be a genius of the Dao Sect, and at a young age, he practiced the [Biyuan Fu Nine Strokes] to the realm of the eighth layer.

He used to have a background and fairy parents.

He was once a chance to have an adventure, with a spirit peach that lasted three hundred lives, and a supreme mystic skill such as [Xuanyuan Seventy-two Floating Worlds].

But nowadays...

But he had nothing.

There was only one person left, and there was that Xuangong.

It's just that without the teaching of his parents, he rashly cultivates such a mystical skill, and he may go mad at any time.

"Candle Dragon..."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words, holding his arm on the bone-cold ground.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened.

Lan Yu got up to close the door, but only took two steps.

But I heard a faint sigh behind him, "Daomen is free, why are you so obsessed?"

Lan Yu was startled for a moment, and suddenly turned around, only to see a mysterious person in a gray-gold robe wearing a strange mask on his face in the candlelight...

Elongated, pale.

It looks like a horse face.