Yasukuni, Makuryūfu.

These days, Xi Yun has begun to pack her luggage and prepare to leave for the wedding in Yiguo, but Jiang Jing is very faceless and refuses to attend this time on the grounds of state affairs. While Xi Yun was helpless, she did not forget to urge Jiang Lan'er and several elders in the mansion to pack up their things, and supervised the subordinates to check the prepared bride price again and again before they could rest assured.

Jiang Lan'er leaned on the bed a little unhappily, the last time Xi Yun rashly broke into her room, she was really startled, but that woman was still a little tender compared to her thousand-year-old Blood Wing Demon Emperor.

Her eyes fell on Xiaolian, who was busy packing her luggage for her, and thought to herself, that little girl may have noticed something and told the woman named Xi Yun, she would be so vigilant, and it seemed that she had to find a chance to get rid of this eye-catching girl.

"Miss, I've packed up all the clothes for you, are you still satisfied?" Xiaolian ran over with a smile on her face and asked sweetly.

Jiang Lan'er glanced at the girl's courteous appearance, and then straightened her neck to look at the big black wooden box behind her, which was full of some gorgeous clothes studded with jewels, and the style was much more beautiful than the ones sent before, but she was not disappointed.

"Hmph, I hate these vulgar things, you can change me for some elegant ones. She slowly fanned the fan in her hand and glanced at the box disdainfully.

"Okay, but Xiaolian would like to remind Miss, Miss's dressing style used to change back and forth, and His Royal Highness the King said you were here last time because of this issue. In my opinion, Miss is not a child now, and the little blue flower skirt is a little naïve to wear on the body, so that it is not as good as these jewel-studded clothes, dignified and atmospheric, and can also reflect the beauty of Miss. ”

After Xiaolian finished expressing her opinion, Jiang Lan'er looked at her with some suspicion, and then asked carefully: "My father dislikes my dressing style for changing around? Is there such a thing, why don't I remember? Isn't it your nonsense!"

"Miss, Madame still remembers this, and His Royal Highness the King also said that your previous dressing style was too stingy, and this has just become more mature recently, Xiaolian secretly heard it, His Royal Highness the King also praised you with the lord of the mansion!"

Jiang Lan'er got up and slowly approached Xiaolian, who was still with a bright smile on her face, Xiaolian's smile froze on her face, she took a few steps back and clinged to the wall.

"You don't have to test me anymore," Jiang Lan'er put her chin on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "That's right, I'm not your young lady." ”

Xiaolian felt a cold sweat begin to break out on her forehead, but she tried to suppress her fear and remained calm.

"You can tell your lord or the king, but how can they believe it? I can also pretend to be sick, pretend to lose my memory, and frame you, and then you will know what will happen to me. She straightened up as she said and looked at Xiaolian with a weird smile on her face.

"Where's my young lady?" asked Xiaolian staring at her coldly.

"It's dead," Jiang Lan'er said indifferently, she looked at Xiaolian with an incredulous look again, and a contemptuous smile rose at the corner of her mouth, "Believe it or not, but I advise you to keep your mouth shut, because parents would rather believe that their children have changed than lose their children forever." ”

"Who the hell are you?" she asked again.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to remember that I am your master," she said and said to Xiaolian in a warning tone: "I won't kill you now because you are still useful to me, but you better be smart for me, don't play any tricks, this emperor has lived for more than a thousand years, and finding an excuse to get rid of you little maid is as simple as crushing an ant to death." ”

After speaking, Jiang Lan'er's fingertips suddenly flashed a bloody red light, which pierced into Xiaolian's throat in an instant.

Xiaolian felt her throat tighten, as if she was choked by a pair of hands, and desperately wanted to cough dryly, but she couldn't cough it out anyway.

Although she lost her identity as the Bloodwing Demon Emperor because of the exchange of bodies, fortunately, the "Pangu Blood Sutra" inherited by their vampire bats for thousands of years is still deeply imprinted in her memory, so with the help of this body, the internal force in the original owner's body can barely be used.

Jiang Lan'er's fingertips wrote a blood-colored spell in mid-air, and then with a few fingers, the scarlet spell pierced into Xiaolian's neck.

Xiaolian suddenly felt as if her neck was relaxed, and she wanted to ask the person in front of her what kind of magic was used, but just as she was about to open her mouth, she felt as if her neck was being choked.

"In the future, you can only say it when I ask you to speak, and you will be honest with me the rest of the time!" Jiang Lan'er turned to look at the clothes in the box after speaking, "It's a good choice, I like it very much!" She turned to look at Xiaolian again, and that crazy smile appeared on her face again......

Xiaolian staggered back to her room, and the door closed tightly with a "bang", she desperately grabbed her neck, but every time she wanted to speak, she felt that her neck was tightly choked and she couldn't breathe.

After struggling for a long time, she finally gave up and fell weakly on the table next to the bed, knocking over the ink on the table, splashing it on her sleeve. She turned her head to look at the pen and ink in front of her, by the way, she can still write!

She picked up the brush and spread out a piece of stationery, fortunately, Miss used to be playful, and her homework was written by Xiaolian.

Xiaolian picked up the pen, but then put it down in frustration. As the woman said, who could she tell the mansion master or the king, but how could they believe it? Tell Jiang Lan'er's master, the Youlan Immortal Master, but her own letter would definitely not even be able to enter the gate of the Youlan Pavilion.

She suddenly thought of Yin Gechuan's wedding again, yes, if it was him, she would definitely know through that woman!

Thinking of this, Xiaolian picked up the pen again with the mentality of giving it a try. When she was a child, her family lived in the spirit world, she was the daughter of the lowest class of the spirit clan and humans, at that time, her parents had just died, it was Yin Gechuan and the Youlan Immortal Lord who found her and took care of her, and later, she met Jiang Lan'er again, Jiang Lan'er took her back to the Makulong Mansion and treated her like a sister.

Xiaolian originally heard that Yin Gechuan was also from the Shogunlong Mansion, but after coming here, she gradually discovered that Yin Gechuan was just the son of an accidental pregnancy of one of Xi Yun's personal maidservants, and his biological father was unknown.

Her eyes were slightly moist, but she shook her head fiercely, biting her lip to hold back her tears. She wants to persevere, she wants to live well, she doesn't believe that the real Jiang Lan'er will die, and she doesn't believe that Yin Gechuan will forget the woman she loves and marry someone else.

She couldn't give up no matter what, even in the dark, she had to struggle to move forward......

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