One hundred and eighteen chapters

"That thunder last night was so loud, extraordinary!" Lan Xin said again, "But when I was awakened by the thunder, I happened to see a fire dragon hit the temple directly from the sky, and there is a saying that 'the great task of heaven must have its signs'!" So I'm sure there will be a person of extraordinary identity in this temple...".

Lan Zitao nodded slightly after hearing this, he agreed with this point of view. He happened to stay in the guest room of the temple last night, although he didn't see the legendary fire dragon, but Lan Xin made up this plot obviously to help him raise his identity, so he signaled Lan Tianhong to be calm and not to be in a hurry.

Ji Lang's gaze swept over Lan Zitao's face, and then he smiled disdainfully, and then whispered to Lan Tianhong, "I'm going to prepare...".

"Good! After the eldest young master ascends the throne, he will not forget the third master..."Lan Tianhong was very friendly and promised, "The benefits that Lan Tianxing can give you, our eldest young master will double it!" ”。

Ji Lang smiled very vaguely and signaled that he didn't need to say more, and then he left the hall and disappeared.

"And such a strange thing?" Lan Ming made a joke very cooperatively, "Brother Xin, what else have you seen, which important person has appeared?" Isn't it a fairy with a lot of energy and stepping on auspicious clouds, aren't you telling a story to coax us to play? ”。

"Nonsense! Lao Tzu is so busy, how can he have the leisure to coax you to play? Lan Xin muttered dissatisfiedly, although the voice was not loud, many people also heard it.

Lan Tianhong couldn't help but turn his head to look at Lan Zitao again, is Lan Xin dissatisfied with reality and wants to complain, but because he accidentally made a slip of the tongue, or is there another reason?

Lan Zitao motioned for him to continue listening, because with Lan Xin's forward-looking personality, at most it doesn't matter if he complains a few words, he can't make any waves.

Zhang Zhihuan and Lan Xin have always known each other, and he was originally not very interested in hearing this resignation report. But after listening to a few words, he wanted to laugh, this Lan Xin's style of speaking made him feel very familiar, coupled with the lazy performance just now, even if he didn't have to ask, he knew that most of them were impersonated.

Cheng Nan couldn't help but look down at the palm of his left hand, he was burned by the fire dragon last night, although the injury at that time looked very serious, but after a while, it disappeared inexplicably. After that, there was no trace left, and if you wanted to testify for Lan Xin at this time, there was no evidence.

But listening to what they all said, it seems that the fire dragon really exists. If according to Lan Xin, wouldn't he be the 'extraordinary character' who is about to appear?

Cheng Nan thought about it for a while, and he thought it was ridiculous, and he laughed out loud without paying attention. Everyone's eyes moved away from Lan Xin and fell on Cheng Nan's face, Lan Tianhong frowned and asked, "Young Master Nan, this is Qi Tianhongfu, who is a once-in-a-millennium heaven and is also the eldest young master, do you think it's funny?" ”。

"Huh? Out of phase... Oh? Hmm..."Cheng Nan looked down at the palm of his left hand again, he didn't think that this disappearance could lead to what kind of Qi Tian Hongfu could cause?

"He's just a fool, what's the point of competing with a fool..."Lan Zitao glanced at Cheng Nan, and then instructed Lan Tianhong, "Let him continue!" ”。

"Yes! Brother Xin, you go on..."Lan Tianhong deliberately patted Lan Xin on the shoulder, expressing comfort and warning. It is to remind him to be careful when he speaks, because if he says the wrong thing, he will face the risk of being destroyed.

"And then he said... I want to say, oh... What to say? After Lan Xin said a few words of nonsense, he couldn't remember what to say for a while, so he had to take out the speech again and read it twice.

Lan Ziqian can feel very obviously, Lan Zitao's mood sitting next to him is no longer as calm as before, Lan Xin's performance today not only made Lan Zitao unbearable, but also surprised him, Lan Xin's character is definitely not such a person who likes to talk nonsense and wants to find trouble when he has nothing to do?

"I'm a shallow talent... Well, it's true! Lan Xin took the manuscript and continued, "... Lan Tianxing's literary talents and martial arts are all of the highest quality... Well, that's true! Thirty years dead, unfortunate ... Unfortunately what? How do you pronounce these two words? ”。

Lan Tianhong didn't expect Lan Xin to be 'shallow in learning' to this extent, so he had to go over and teach him to read, "Die young!" Died at thirty, unfortunately died... It's dead! ”。

"Oh... This is what you said..."Lan Xin teased, and continued to read the manuscript in a serious manner, "... There is Lan Zitao's eldest son, Lan Tianqi, the eldest young master of the Lan family... Which green onion is Lan Tianqi? Do you know anyone here? ”。

Lan Ziqian couldn't help but be stunned, looked at Lan Zitao and asked, "Why do you still have a son, and you are fighting for this position for him?" What about others...".

"Here!" Lan Zitao stood up and began to remove his makeup, Lan Tianhong reached out and pushed Lan Xin to the corner of the wall very knowingly, Lan Zitao walked all the way to the position of Lan Xin Station, and almost completely changed a person.

"I'm Lan Tianqi! The eldest son of Lan Zitao, the third master of the Lan family, the eldest young master of the authentic Lan family! Lan Tianqi looked at everyone present in the quiet room with a cold face, and solemnly announced his true identity.

Lan Zitao, the third master who was still full of wrinkles and an old body just now, was transformed into a young man in his thirties in a blink of an eye, and everyone sighed and was shocked, and they didn't know whether to sigh at his superb disguise skills or blame himself for his clumsiness.

"Fourth Uncle Ziqian, brothers, what is Lan Tianxing's identity... I believe that many of the people of the Lan clan know the truth! Lan Tianqi looked at Lan Xin with a serious face and asked, "Brother Xin is the righteous son of Zipeng's second uncle, and he is also the most important person around him. Thirty years ago, you should remember everything, right? ”。

"Hmm... Remember! And the past forty years ago, I also deliberately did a detailed investigation and evidence collection, and I have been busy with these these days..."Lan Xin lazily pulled a chair and sat down, and then threw Zhang Zhihuan a very old document bag and ordered, "Since they are all quite curious, let them see for themselves!" ”。

"Wait!" Lan Tianhong stretched out his hand to grab it in front of Zhihuan, but Zhang Zhihuan only symbolically raised his hand and gave up grabbing. The young masters of the Lan family are quite good, and his wife and sister have been taken hostage, so it is best for him not to act rashly.

Lan Xin didn't say anything special when he saw that the document bag was snatched, but as if by magic, he threw it over and asked, "Do you want more?" What else do I have here? Here are all the records of your first 15 years in the orphanage, as well as the last few years of your cosmetic surgery, each of which is conclusive...".

"Evidence?" Lan Tianhong sneered, "Will such evidence be found by you?" ”。

Lan Yuan has been sitting behind Lan Ming and watching the excitement, and his insignificant little role will not be noticed. But at this time, he asked curiously, "Isn't it clear when you open it, how hurtful it is to guess?" ”。

It makes sense!

At least Zhang Zhihuan agreed with his proposal, and took the file bag and wanted to open it. Lan Tianhong's eyes flashed, and a palm slapped directly at Zhang Zhihuan's chest, and the cold light flickered in his fingertips, as if there was something hidden.

He didn't lift the paper bag in his hand and threw it up, and handed it over to him with a few points of cold light. He didn't have the idea of swearing to protect the evidence, just give him a broken paper bag if he wanted it, and Lan Xin could conjure up a few more in a few minutes to make up the number.