Lan Wujiang exclaimed in surprise, and Feng Zhao's slender fingers quickly covered Lan Wujiang's lips.

She fell to the ground with a clatter, and the sound of keys clattering outside the house.

Lan Wujiang's mind was blank, and before he could react to what was happening, Feng Zhao put the robe on the tray on Lan Wujiang's body.

"Miss, are you alright?" Chuan heard the movement in the secret room and quickly opened the stone door.

At this moment, Lan Wujiang was halfway dressed in white, the hair hanging from Ruyu's shoulders was flowing, the dark blue belly pocket was loosely tied, a pair of black eyes were like the moon, and his cheeks were pink.

"No, no problem." Lan Wujiang turned around in a panic and quickly pulled his clothes together.

Knowing that it was not the right time for her to come in, she smiled awkwardly, and immediately cleaned up the mess in the room and retreated outside the secret room.

Feng Zhao slowly ripped off the white cloth in front of him at this time, staring at Lan Wujiang's dripping hair, frowning slightly.

Lan Wujiang looked at Feng Zhao, and his whole person was as stiff as a piece of wood.

"Just ...... I'm sorry. ”

Lan Wujiang took a small step back in a restrained manner.

Feng Zhao took a step forward.

Lan Wujiang couldn't help but hold her breath, and the water droplets on her unwiped face fell down her chin and into the placket.

Feng Zhao's thin lips pursed lightly, his slender fingers pulled Lan Wujiang's hair aside, and the palm of his big hand transmitted spiritual power.

In an instant, the slippery hair becomes dry and soft.

"Don't catch a cold." He smiled gently, like a breeze, and the glow crossed the blue waves.

"You have been cultivating here for more than ten days, I will go to find my last soul, and the next time you see me, I can draw up a physical body." Feng Zhao took out a hosta from his sleeve and gently pulled it to help Lan Wujiang tie his hair.

Lan Wujiang's eyes drooped slightly, and he hummed softly, very well-behaved.

Feng Zhao watched Lan Wujiang sit back on the jade platform without saying a word, and his heart skipped a beat.

From top to bottom, his gaze fell on the jade ring on Lan Wujiang's finger.

"I'll be back, trust me."

Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang solemnly.

When he had finished refining his five spirits, he felt where his sixth spirit was.

It's just that Lan Wujiang's situation was urgent at that time, and he had to save Lan Wujiang first.

Now that Lan Wujiang is unharmed, and he is going to participate in the national competition in more than ten days, he must become strong enough before this, so as not to encounter ...... in the secret realm He.

Lan Wujiang raised his eyes suddenly, and was surprised for a moment, "Will you be able to be seen by everyone after you shape your flesh?" ”

Feng Zhao nodded, walked up to Lan Wujiang, and said in a dumb voice, "You can also not be seen by everyone." ”

It's always just for you.

The temperature of Lan Wujiang's earlobe, which had just dropped, rose in a panic.

"I ......," she said, and she felt that she could not explain it no matter what she said.

Feng Zhao's eyes rose slightly, and his fingers pinched Lan Wujiang's little face.

"Why is it so hot?"

Lan Wujiang's eyelids jumped, and the corners of his lips twitched fiercely, "I don't know." ”

She wanted to push Feng Zhao away, but she suddenly remembered Feng Zhao's reaction last time, and her hand froze in the air for a while, not knowing how to react.

"Angry?" Feng Zhao's beautiful eyes curled, and his big hand gently grasped Lan Wujiang's wrist.

Lan Wujiang raised his eyes and glared at Feng Zhao.

"Not really."

Feng Zhao leaned over slowly, and the male's aggressive aura devoured Lan Wujiang little by little in this dense space.

Lan Wujiang couldn't help but be forced to retreat, his body was inexplicably weak, his eyes were shining, and his moist lips were also extraordinarily gorgeous.

"Really?" Feng Zhao's magnetic voice once again broke Lan Wujiang's defense, Lan Wujiang turned his head away, he didn't dare to look at Feng Zhao again, and his breathing was heavy and shallow.

Feng Zhao is a god...... But she is a human being, and she has seven emotions and six desires...... Feng Zhao treated her like this, which really made her unable to resist.

Just when the string in Lan Wujiang's head was about to burst, Feng Zhao slowly let go of her thin wrist, her eyes were bright, "No matter how you answer, I believe you." ”

"What about you?"

Feng Zhao took two steps back, looked at Lan Wujiang who was supporting the Hanyu Platform with his elbows, smiled, and stretched out his hand to Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang's heartbeat went from fast to slow, and finally all her emotions precipitated, she held Feng Zhao's hand, sat down again, and the corners of her lips rose slightly, "Me too." ”

At this moment, Feng Zhao's sensing became stronger and stronger, and the power in his body was also agitated because of the appearance of the sixth spirit.

In these six realms, there is no tolerance for people who lack souls and few souls.

He stayed in Lan Wujiang's sea of knowledge, and he could be covered by a god spell.

But every time he appears alone in this world, he will be doubly devoured. Knock knock

Fortunately, it was once a god...... The soul of God, even if it is scattered, will not dissipate for a short time.

But hundreds of years have passed now.

He didn't have much time left to regain his soul.

Lan Wujiang saw that Feng Zhao was distracted and was about to call Feng Zhao, but Feng Zhao turned into a puff of white smoke and dispersed in front of her.

Lan Wujiang exhaled and sat sullenly on the Hanyu platform to meditate.

Because of the refining of the aura, Lan Wujiang's progress in cultivation was twice as slow, but the strength he exerted was stronger than before.

At this moment, the spiritual power appeared pale blue, forming a circle around Lan Wujiang.

Her breath sank, little by little into her dantian, and then followed the dantian airflow upwards to expand the sea of knowledge.

As the sun rises, the bloodstains left by Lan Wujiang in the Lan family last night have all been dealt with, and everyone is smiling.

As if last night's events hadn't happened.

Even the servants in the house are in a hurry to move forward.

No one wants to dwell on the past.

Those who were wronged and oppressed, as soon as Lan He made a move, they were all scattered in the air like smoke and dust, and no trace could be found.

The Qianjin Pavilion is also open as usual today, but compared to the bright sun outside, there is an undercurrent inside the Qianjin Pavilion.

At this moment, in the dark building of the Qianjin Pavilion, a stunning heroine is sitting on a golden chair in a gorgeous dress, her fragrant shoulders are exposed, her fingers are spinning a jade pipe, her expression is as lazy as a fox, and the embroidered flowers on the loose skirt are clustered, and the tulle wants to be covered.

The candlelight in the room is dim, and there are two rows of gold-clothed maids with veils standing on both sides of the chairs, all of them are jeweled, graceful and extraordinary, if you don't look at their eyes, you will think that it is the Dunhuang goddess who came to the world, but if you look at their eyes, the graceful eyes of the autumn waves, as if they will be incarnated in the next second.

On the one hand, the beautiful bones are seductive, and on the other hand, the ugly evil ghosts show all the treacherous evil.

Yan Xi was wearing a black cloak, covering her body tightly, she held up the crystal ball in her hand, and the light reflected by the crystal ball made her mysterious.

The interior of the house is arrogant and luxurious, and the atmosphere is erosive and lewd, but Yan Xi is not contaminated by it.

"What do you see?"

The woman slowly picked up the jade pipe, her red lips held the cold jade, and after taking a deep breath, a white mist spread between her lips and teeth, she smiled, and her eyes slowly opened, looking at Yan Xi wantonly.

Yan Xi calmly raised her eyes and replied, "Everything is as you expected. ”

Drunk Qinghuan chuckled when she heard this, the hand holding the pipe gently put the pipe aside, she looked at Yan Xi with satisfaction, and said meaningfully, "Go and take the life of Yan Thirteen for me, I am tired of sitting in the position of the deputy sect master of the Hehuan Sect, and I want to change the position to sit in another position." ”

"Yan Xi, you understand what I mean, right?" Drunk Qinghuan sneered, got up from the golden chair, and walked towards Yan Xi step by step on the carpet with his bare feet.

The pale red brocade gauze hooked her feet ambiguously, her fingers gently hooked Yan Xi's chin, and the smell of fat powder on her body lingered on the tip of Yan Xi's nose.

Yan Xi pulled out a smile cooperatively, "But if the slave maid occupies the life of the Yan Sect Master, Hua Shuang will also find out about your actions." ”

Hua Shuang is Yan Thirteen's cronies, and Yan Thirteen's lifeline has always been protected by Hua Shuang.

At this moment, Drunk Qinghuan couldn't hold it back, and wanted to throw her out as a chess piece and set off this blood rain, but he didn't think about her safety.

Indeed, she can occupy Yan Thirteen's life, but the moment she peeks into her life, the Hehuan Sect can no longer tolerate her.

The master in front of him, who has worked for ten years, will only abandon himself......

Drunk Qinghuan smiled again, her lips pursed slightly, and her tired voice was as slow as spring water, "Yanxi, how old are you this year?"

Yan Xi's fingertips trembled, and she lowered her eyes to hide her emotions, "Eighteen." ”

Drunk Qinghuan sneered lightly, let go of Yan Xi's chin, turned his back to Yan Xi, "Ten years ago, you were only eight years old, I met you on the side of the road in Sanguancheng, you were injured at that time, I saw that you were surprisingly ugly, I couldn't help but look at it twice, you are good, kneel down directly and beg me, let me take you away, Yan Xi, do you remember what you said at that time?"

Yan Xi's body stiffened, and it took a long time before she spoke, "Remember." ”

Drunk Qinghuan glanced back at Yan Xi, his eyes sarcastic, "Yes, I remember it too." ”

"You said beautiful sister, if you take me in, I will be a cow and a horse, and I will die for you, and I am willing."

……

Yan Xi's breathing couldn't help but get worse, and the green tendons of her hands hidden in her sleeve robe flaret up, and she used silence to hide her reaction.

She had been thinking this way for ten years, but when she was washed away and her memories were restored, she could no longer tolerate anyone in front of her.

Why did she appear in Sanguan City?

That's because Hehuan Sect, for his own selfish desires, directly occupied the land as the king and slaughtered the residents of Liangcheng.

And drunk Qinghuan's hands were stained with the blood of her father.

The demon cultivators of the Hehuan Sect are promiscuous, women and children are not spared, female cultivators absorb the yang energy of the city people, and male cultivators refine women's Yuan Yin.

In order to survive, she lingered outside the city for dozens of days, ruined her appearance, and hid in Tibet during the war.

When the people of the Hehuan Sect were about to stay in Liangcheng, she had nowhere to go, so in order to keep herself alive, she begged the people in front of her.

Since then, Liangcheng has been renamed Sanguan City, and it has been reduced to a place where the demon sect is hiding, and the sun and moon are no longer visible.

"Yes, I restored your appearance, let people teach you to sing, practiced a good voice, made you famous in the capital, and spent a lot of money to cultivate your witchcraft divination, Yan Xi, I didn't treat you badly." Drunk Qinghuan's voice became colder and colder, and the threat intensified.

"Now, just let you help me see Yan Thirteen's life, you have learned to shirk it." She shook her sleeves fiercely, and when she was angry, her whole body was shrouded in a layer of black gas.