In the Qinghuan Building, the surroundings were as quiet as stagnant water, Lan Wujiang sat on the chair with empty eyes, and the maids didn't dare to make a sound when they walked, so they could only stiffen their arms and carry the pills on the red tray, and smile awkwardly at Lan Wujiang.

"Miss, this is a piece of grandpa's heart, Miss can help her body recover after eating it." Liu Qing saw that Lan Wujiang didn't react for a long time, so he had to take the tray from the side, glanced at the maids in the house, and all the maids retreated.

Lan Wujiang raised his eyes coldly, his fingers resting on the soul silk drops around his neck, and his voice was hoarse, "Get out." ”

Liu Qing stood motionless, "Please also ask the young lady to think about her own body." ”

Lan Wujiang pursed his lips, his eyelashes trembled, and he stood in front of Liu Qing and crushed the pill in front of her.

"You should say this to yourself." The killing intent in Lan Wujiang's eyes fluctuated, and the divine spell was at work in his brain consciousness.

Liu Qing looked at Lan Wujiang for a long time, stopped talking several times, and finally withdrew from the house.

The moment the door closed, Lan Wujiang's body went limp, fell to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It's finally clean, and I can't see anyone related to the Lan family anymore.

She laughed angrily, her smile was terrifying, and the divine and demonic spells continued to produce aura and demonic energy, but her waste dantian couldn't keep it.

can only endure the torture of the dantian being burned.

The despair in her heart was like the fire of hell, devouring her completely, leaving no residue behind.

The powerful beliefs of the past were quietly shattered after the aura dantian was dug up.

What to get out of the mire? It's all a joke.

A mortal like her still wants to save her mother?

It's a fantasy.

Lan Wujiang has low self-esteem to the bone.

From the moment you have the power, you have never been so helpless as you are now.

She is actually just an ordinary person, she can cry and laugh, she will feel distressed and hurt, but why don't others know?

They all see her as a monster!

The inner karmic fire is burning, and the broken meridians are connected because of obsession.

Pain began to blow all around her, and then the flesh grew with what Ranhe hated most.

Lan Wujiang was stunned and found that the demonic qi did not exist in the dantian, but flowed in her blood!

Her lips opened slightly, and she reacted after realizing it, and gently pinched out a demonic qi mass in her palm.

The smile on his face was infinitely expanded, hideous and twisted, and even more painful than crying.

Lan He thought that he could get rid of her demonic qi by digging up the dantian?

Where is the magic spell so easy to solve?

She didn't dig up the magic source, but dug up her hope.

Lan Wujiang choked up, fortunately fate did not put her to death, her divine consciousness recondensed at this moment, and she forced herself to calm down, feeling the presence of demonic energy.

Lan Wujiang condensed the demonic qi, and gradually stood up with relief.

Is it important that the demon is a fairy?

Without strength, you can only be trampled under your feet forever.

What she yearns for has never been immortal, but to become stronger!

Lan Wujiang used his demonic thoughts to open the realm of the sea of knowledge and saw the scarred Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao changed back into his human form the moment Lan Wujiang regained his demonic energy.

It was Feng Zhao with red eyes, the evil aura was awe-inspiring, and the phoenix eyes were more touching than usual, Lan Wujiang looked at his red pupils, and his heart suddenly became sour.

The nose inhaled unconsciously.

After all, she was the one who affected him.

"Silly girl, what are you crying about?" Feng Zhao hugged Lan Wujiang, the corners of his lips twitched, his state was not much better than Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang's lips squirmed, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he spoke with self-blame and guilt, "I, I didn't keep it." ”

Didn't keep the opportunity you gave me.

I lost it all.

Grievances will always collapse when she meets Feng Zhao, her nose is very sore, and tears burst when her trembling body feels the warmth of her chest.

It's like a wounded little beast finally finding an outlet to confide, and seeing the last glimmer of light in the predicament.

She didn't care about licking her wounds, she just wanted to grasp this last trace of tenderness.

Feng Zhao warmed his voice, gently rubbed Lan Wujiang's head with his big hand, and said in a low voice, "There is still a way, as long as you are still here, I can save it." ”

In ancient times, there was a Buddha who cut meat to feed the eagle, and now there is Zhaodu without borders.

No matter how many times she fell into the abyss, he was willing to be her stepping stone, sending her out of the sea of bitterness and remembering Sauvignon Blanc for a long time.

A string in the deepest part of Lan Wujiang's heart was slammed hard.

No one had ever told her that.

As long as she is still there, there will still be a chance, and she will be able to do it all over again, and she will not fail.

"Don't cry, if you cry again, I'll scare you with my current appearance, and I'm going to be sad." Feng Zhao sighed, his fingers wiped away the tears on Lan Wujiang's face, his eyes were full of doting.