Chu Chu's eyes dodged, as if he was still avoiding everyone's sight, his red lips were pursed, and his messy hair was scattered on his shoulders in an orderly manner, embarrassed.

"No, it's not my fault, that's not to blame!"

Chu Chu was a little broken, but he still refused to admit it.

"Wait, wait, don't try to pay off, it's not a good habit......"

Nine-Tails bare its sturdy chest, with nine furry tails dangling behind it, leaning on the shoulders of the ghost-faced rakshasa like bones, and the eyes of the fox on the top flashed.

"What...... What the? ”

Chu Chu didn't seem to have time to digest the words of the Nine-Tails, only to see the Nine-Tails' long sleeves flick off, and several black vats appeared in place.

And Chu Chu's face turned pale for a moment, making Mo Ran feel that Chu Chu would suddenly faint in fright.

"It's over, it's all over......."

Chu Chu sat on the ground completely at this moment, lost all his thinking, and looked ahead with a dull gaze, his eyes seemed to be out of focus.

When he saw those vats, all of Chu Chu's mental defenses collapsed, and there was nothing left.

Where is the big vat, on each of the vat is a woman's head, the long hair is messy and dirty, and the position of the eyes are two big black holes, hollow and confused looking around.

The faces of those women, without exception, were covered with deep scars, hideous and abnormal, these were all maids who had been made into human beings by Chu Chu.

Those vats were filled with liquids, and these poor girls were chopped off limbs and then thrown into the liquid, and the herbs would quickly stop the bleeding, and the small stone jars prevented their bodies from growing, and they were kept in the dark underground year after year.

"This ......"

Lan Hengchuan was stunned for the moment he saw this, did this turn out that his gentle and gentle wife did it.......

In the face of these facts, Lan Hengchuan finally understood that he was finally fascinated by beauty, his wife was separated, and his family was ruined.

Lan Hengchuan sat silently on the main seat, the whole person no longer had the original high-spirited momentum, but at the moment it was full of decadence, and that kind of vicissitudes seemed to appear in an instant.

In just a few hours, Lan Hengchuan not only learned that his wife did not die, but was imprisoned for ten years by Chu Chu, who he had always thought was very gentle and virtuous.

And the daughter who she regarded as a treasure at the beginning was also forced to wander abroad for thirteen years because of Chu Chu, a femme fatale, and has not been heard from so far.

And the disappearance of the maid who appeared in the house from time to time was also made alive by this vicious woman and was locked up in an unknown place.

Until now, Lan Hengchuan has deeply regretted how stupid he used to be.

The Lan family seemed to have lost their backbone in an instant, everyone was silent, Lan Nianxi took Lan Feng down for treatment, and seemed unwilling to see the final outcome of her mother, because no matter what Chu Chu did, it was the mother who gave birth to her and raised her, even if there was no good result in the end, she didn't want to see it with her own eyes.

Lan Er was honestly tied to the side, his eyes were rolling, and a red light flashed from time to time, yes, he was planning to escape.

Back then, in order to enter the Lan family and let the phantom control the entire first-level family, he used a plan to design Chu Chu, will

I brought it back to the mansion by myself, but now, the Lan family seems to be unable to do it, and at present, it seems that thirty-six plans are still the best plan.

Of course, Lan Er's thoughts have long been seen through by Jun Chenyuan, so that Lan Er can run away under his nose, and he won't laugh at the dead when he says it.

"You...... What is your name? ”

Tang Luan's cautious voice sounded, with a faint tremor.

"Huh? Me? ”

Lan Luoyi, who was named by name, turned his head and looked at the woman beside him, who was still beautiful despite her haggard face, and her eyebrows seemed to be very similar to herself.

"It's... Yes......."

Tang Luan was a little nervous, because Lan Luoyi was too similar to her, almost carved out of a mold, this is possible, it is his daughter who has been separated for thirteen years, Tang Luan did not know when, holding an extraordinarily simple hairpin, a little worn, that was left by Lan Luoyi when he disappeared.

When Mo Ran heard the conversation between the two, he couldn't help but chuckle, the farce was over, and it could be regarded as coming to the point.

Lan Hengchuan was also attracted by the conversation between the two, looked at Chu Chu who was embarrassed at his feet, and his fingertips used his strength to hit her lower abdomen, and then ordered someone to throw her out of the Blue Mansion.

The ink-dyed eyes glanced at Lan Hengchuan's movements, and sneered, Lan Hengchuan let Chu Chu go, it doesn't mean that she also let her go.

Before Chu Chu's crime is completely redeemed, Mo Ran will not let her go easily.

Chu Chu's wail was still in his ears, but Lan Hengchuan was already determined not to let Chu Chu go, so naturally he would not be soft-hearted, and watched Chu Chu being dragged out of the gate with a cold eye until he disappeared.

"Head of the family, what about the eldest young master and eldest lady........

The old butler lowered his head and asked softly.

Lan Hengchuan pondered for a moment, then sighed lightly, but was about to say something when he was interrupted by an ink-stained voice.

"Master Lan, that's the grievance of the previous generation, don't involve the child, do you say?"

The meaning of ink dyeing is naturally obvious, but Lan Feng will be a waste person since then, and his grudge has been avenged, so he will naturally let it go, and Lan Nianxi, although this child has enough understanding, but the fault is to help the abuse.

But such a child will surely live in her own remorse and endless thoughts about her mother in the future, and that will be regarded as a punishment for her.

"Just do what Xiaoyou says."

Lan Hengchuan seemed to be extremely tired, waved his hand casually, and let the old butler retreat.

Lan Hengchuan sometimes wonders if the arrival of ink dyeing is destined to bring these long-sealed things to the light of day, or perhaps, this is an opportunity.

"Me? My name is Blue Roy. ”

This farce is the end, and Lan Luoyi's crisp voice is also spread throughout the hall, and the arc of the ink-stained lips gradually deepens.

Blue ......

The hairpin in Tang Luan's hand fell to the ground in an instant, making a crisp sound, and Lan Hengchuan turned his head in an instant, quickly moving in the direction of Lan Luoyi, ignoring Wu Shengyue's cover, and finally stopped in front of Lan Luoyi.

"Say it again, what's your name?"

Lan Hengchuan's voice was also trembling, the light in his eyes flickered, and tears welled up

, the feelings that have been silent for thirteen years seem to come to my heart in an instant.

"My name is Lan Luoy, what's wrong?"

Lan Luoyi blinked at the excited two with big eyes, looked at Mo Ran with some confusion, and then looked at Wu Shengyue.

This woman, who was gradually approaching and was about to cry, gave Lan Luoyi a feeling of familiarity, so familiar that it seemed that they should have been together.

And in the depths of Lan Luoyi's memory, it seems that a light point of light has begun to shine, and the memory that has been silent for more than ten years begins to revive, it seems that it is because Lan Luoyi came into contact with the people of the year.

When she left home, Lan Luoi was so young that she couldn't remember who threw her out of that warm home, she only remembered her gentle and beautiful mother, and her majestic and handsome father.

Lan Roy's head began to feel a little dizzy, and two figures began to appear in his mind.

Dressed in a blue emerald smoke shirt, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers and mist and green grass, wearing a light blue emerald water thin smoke veil, if the shoulders are cut into a waist, if the skin is condensed, the air is like a quiet orchid.

Fold the waist to micro-step, showing the wrist in the light yarn. The eyes are full of spring water, and the jasper dragon and phoenix hairpin is obliquely inserted on the head. The fragrant jade is tender and delicate, and the fingers are like cutting the root of the onion, such as containing Zhu Dan, and the smile is moving. Mei Hanchun water face is like clotted fat, white peony smoke Luo soft yarn, white mopping smoke cage plum blossom water skirt, wearing soft smoke Luo, the woman's eyebrows are picturesque, and she seems to be eight points similar to herself.

And in the garden outside the fence not far away, the hibiscus moon is enchanting, and the light red new stamens are bright as if they are about to summon back to spring. The man was dressed in a miserable green robe, his hair was tied up with bamboo hairpins, and his body smelled of wood different from that of the blue musk deer. The evening clouds on the horizon gradually closed, and the sky was glazed. The face of the miserable green boy is like a peach apricot, his posture is leisurely and elegant, the remaining lonely and thin snow frost posture, the pupils are smart, and the crystal beads are as attractive.

The slender figure seemed to have not been carved by the years, standing motionless on the edge of the lotus pond. His figure seems, spotlessly clean. Even the sunlight is embarrassed to leave dappled shadows in the trees.

His hair is jet black, bringing out the poetic sheen of his pearly white neck under the bun. His back was straight, as if in this poplar-like figure, there was a great strength of tenacity.

The man, the woman, seemed familiar.

Lan Roy struggled and shook his head, his thoughts returned, and the two faces in the depths of his mind coincided with the two faces in front of him.

The woman is a little less agile and elegant, and a little more haggard and tired.

And the man is less high-spirited and youthful than he was at the beginning, and has more vicissitudes and gray hair.

"You are ......"

Complex emotions appeared in Lan Luoyi's eyes, a familiar feeling.

"I'm sorry......."

Tang Luan looked at Lan Luoyi's figure, which seemed to coincide with the small figure thirteen years ago, and infinite sadness surged in his heart.

Lan Roy suddenly panicked, shook his head and retreated, and the bell of the sachet tied around his waist began to make a crisp sound.

Tang Luan's eyes stared at the sachet she had embroidered by herself thirteen years ago, and finally couldn't hold it back, hugging Lan Luoyi and starting to cry bitterly.

"Luoyi, my daughter, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my mother's fault, it's my mother who lost you......."

Lan Luoyi felt this obviously unfamiliar embrace, but always had a warm and familiar feeling, although Lan Luoyi didn't want to admit it, but the two people in front of her were her biological parents.