"Grandpa......" Lan Fang tugged at the corners of her lips, tears rolling down her eyes.

"Take Miss Watch to see the wound, be careful, don't leave a scar." Ranhe turned around and looked alone at the golden Buddha in front of him.

Lan Fang's heart was as cold as ice, and her hatred for Lan Wujiang was a little stronger.

Why? Why are there those who are born with everything and get nothing?

She also wanted to go to Orchid Garden, but who cared about her feelings? Which point is she not better than Lan Xiaowu, who only knows how to kneel and beg for help?

The nails were pinched in the palms of the hands, and the blood stains from the wounds were hideous.

The faint aura on Lan Fang's body surged, he bowed his head, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his slender wrist supported Lan Fang, inviting Lan Fang out of Mingyao Hall.

Lan Wujiang raised her eyes, her lips opened slightly, but Lan He spoke before Lan Wujiang, her eyes were indifferent, and she put the rosary on her wrist, "Little Wu, you go back first, Wujiang stays." ”

The hoarse voice echoed in Mingyaotang, Lan Xiaowu glanced at Lan He with a little worry, and finally left the hall with the maid.

If only Lan He and Lan Wujiang were left in the big room, the Golden Buddha was on top, and its eyes that were always full of compassion seemed to come to life at this moment.

"This is Yuanyang Pill, the aura in your body is lacking for a long time, and after taking it, you will get twice the result with half the effort."

"Don't think about it too much, you are the descendant of the Lan family, naturally you can't be robbed of the limelight by the concubine, the day before yesterday, Wen Jiu did something to Xiao Wu, I know ......" Lan He squinted and glanced at Lan Wujiang, seeing that Lan Wujiang had no intention of taking the pill, he forced the pill into her hand.

"Keep it, for your own good." Ranhe said this and turned to leave.

The long hem of her dress dragged across the ground, her hair was slightly gray when she was coiled, the emerald gems on the hairpin were scorching, and her back was straight, as if she had never been in vicissitudes, but she had grown old in vicissitudes.

Lan Wujiang stared at the pill for a long time, raised his head, met the golden Buddha's smiling eyes, and put the pill into his mouth.

Sweetness melts between lips and teeth.

Suddenly, there was a burst of numbness, and the aura rippled!

Lan Wujiang's face changed, and his spine tingled.

Isn't the effect of this elixir too fast?

She gasped, her body was slightly rickety, and all kinds of discomfort broke out at the same time at this moment, and she wanted to leave, but she found that her limbs were weak, and she couldn't even move her feet, and her body was extremely heavy.

Her knees weakened and she fell straight down in front of the Golden Buddha.

Suddenly, the meridians swelled at this moment.

She exhaled a breath of turbidity, trying to suppress it with her aura.

only to find that the two auras collided, which backfired......

It can only be refined.

Is it here? Lan Wujiang glanced around, his heart slowly sank, his fingers clasped the ground, and finally chose to turn over and sit up.

She didn't have a second option.

The place where the dantian melted with a boiling hot current, she closed her eyes to adjust her breath, and once she dredged it, her brain seemed to light up something in the starry sky.

Memories are like a tide in the brain.

The Dao heart is unstable......

She has a lot of obsessions and sufferings, and she is suspicious of all feelings, and she does not dare to believe them at will, and she is always vigilant.

Should she let go of this rare pity?

There is blood between her and Ranhe.

There is a Lan Qing in the middle, two generations of grievances.

Lan Wujiang's heart was filled with bitterness, the qi in his hands and soul rotated, the meridian joints were hot and hot, and a trace of strong strength flowed into the atrium.

Further down, sink into the waste dantian.

A wisp of white smoke trembled as it swirled there.

It is exactly what Feng Zhao has transformed.

He thought that he would be able to see Lan Wujiang again in a month, after all, these twin flowers were hard to find.

But this girl ......

The white smoke goes up and fills the brain.

Lan Wujiang frowned, and something else melted into his empty divine sense.

The body shivered, and suddenly, the atrium burned like a fire, and severe pain hit.

She hurriedly adjusted her spiritual power, and the evil qi and spiritual energy complemented each other, and the beads of sweat on her forehead continued to fall down one by one, but the spiritual power contained in the elixir was only one-tenth at this moment.

The strong collision was everywhere in Lan Wujiang's body.

Lan Wujiang couldn't control that powerful power, so he directly stored the spiritual power he had refined into the dantian, and began to improve his realm without any preparation.

The throat is tight and the blood is boiling!

If you don't succeed, you will be a benevolent!

One point of mistake is the danger of exploding and dying.

The aura in her whole body was about to overflow.