This decree ...... You don't have to think about it to know that this is what Ranhe invited for her.

How can she let the saints of today take a second look?

The saint is afraid that because of Lan He's affection, he sealed an innocuous Anping lady to her as a consolation without an invitation, otherwise there would be no need to give another invitation alone.

Does the word Anping hope that she will be peaceful in the Lan family?

Lan He dug up her dantian, kicked her ribs, and protected her with his own methods, and sent her to the high altar.

If she was a silk flower, she would really be smoothed out of the water chestnut and used her as a dependent.

But she is not a silk flower, let alone a caged bird.

"Well, what are you sad about?" The Iron Eater came out of Lan Wujiang's sleeve and spoke loudly, his little furry head missing a handful of hair, and it was very funny to tilt his head.

Lan Wujiang was dumbfounded, flicked the iron-eating beast's little head with his fingers, and muttered, "No." ”

The iron-eating beast bared its teeth at Lan Wujiang, crawled back to Lan Wujiang's cuffs with a snort, hugged its claws in front of its chest and began to raise the bar, "You can pull it, you ghostly expression doesn't believe you're okay." ”

The corners of Lan Wujiang's mouth twitched, and he fell into deep thought, "How did you see my expression in your sleeve." ”

The iron-eating beast rolled in Lan Wujiang's cuffs, supported his chin with one claw, and said in disgust, "Open your see-through eyes, otherwise hide in your cuffs that don't see the light of day, and I can shut myself up for three days." ”

Lan Wujiang paused and began to consider whether to throw the Iron Eater out or not.

After a breath.

The Iron Eater felt a fateful hand grab its throat, and then volleyed into the air, its entire body ready to fly out.

"Calm down, calm down!" The Iron Eater Beast sensed Lan Wujiang's intentions, and hugged Lan Wujiang's fingers violently, his eyes widening by three points.

"The conscience of heaven and earth, your man put a spell on me before leaving, and I can't spy on anything but your face!" The words in the Iron Eater's mouth popped out like a hot mouth.

Lan Wujiang gritted his teeth and wanted to explain Feng Zhao's identity, but suddenly couldn't think of words.

"Good sister, I'm also your first beast pet, be gentle!" The Iron Eater softened his voice and looked at Lan Wujiang pitifully.

Lan Wujiang tugged at its round face, put the Iron Eater on his shoulder, and said indifferently, "Shut up." ”

The iron-eating beast looked up at the moon aggrievedly, and suddenly saw the stars in the sky, its eyes squinted, and its milk voice was pleasant, "Look! There is the Big Dipper. ”

Lan Wujiang was stunned, his eyebrows raised slightly, "Is it good-looking?"

The Iron Eater nodded, its little claws shrunk together, and muttered, "Naturally, it's good-looking!" But I've seen better things before I've been hunted. ”

"The bright river of the demon world, where you can see the reflection of the starry sky of the fairy world, there seem to be stars flowing in the water at night, and I still fished stars in it when I was a child."

Lan Wujiang snorted lightly, "Then did you get it?"

The iron-eating beast sighed for a long time, and said melancholy, "I didn't catch the stars, but I got the mother who only came to seek revenge......"

Lan Wujiang laughed out loud, lowered his head and continued to walk forward, the warmth of the jade ring between his fingers was transmitted to the palm of her hand from time to time, Lan Wujiang's body stiffened, and Feng Zhao's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"I miss you......" The voice was magnetic and hoarse, and Lan Wujiang's heart softened into a puddle of water at this moment, and his neck was dyed with a layer of crimson.

The Iron Eater was still silent in his grief of being retaliated against by his mother's eyes, and he didn't notice Lan Wujiang's abnormality in the slightest.

Feng Zhao said dumbly at a jade pendant at the far other end, "Wujiang, what to do, I miss you." ”

Lan Wujiang's fingertips trembled, and with a soft hum, his brain went blank, and he suddenly didn't know where his home was and how to go.

Maybe the evening breeze passes, the dew on the grass is lightly, and the stars are scorching.

I don't know when Lang Jun will return, but I know that Lang Jun is lovesick......

The meaning is lingering, and the mountains and rivers are full of eyes, but it is not as good as the words of Zhao Linlang, weaving a prosperous dream.