In the capital of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, Yan Xi stood by the window alone, staring at the noisy street outside, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and her eyes were full of coldness.

She exhaled and muttered under her breath, "It's coming." ”

The voice was extremely quiet, and the maid who held her did not hear what Yan Xi was saying, and still guarded the room with an expressionless face.

Yan Xi has been extremely peaceful in such a day when she was detained, and with her special status, she couldn't help but let the maids relax a little.

It's just that they can't show this laxity, but they just erase the boundaries in their hearts.

So much so that Yan Xi divined outside the window, turned her back to them, didn't let them look, and didn't arouse their suspicions.

Left and right is just a divination, what other storms can be set off?

The maid stood still, not even moving her feet.

—————— dividing line, which is being revised later.

Lan Ling didn't know that her life was hanging by a thread, and since she had just vomited blood, her brain was dazed, and her whole consciousness fell into nothingness.

She couldn't really hear the voices outside, and her mind couldn't help but coherently flash many pictures of what she had experienced.

In a trance, her life seems to have been too smooth.

Except for this national competition, she has hardly encountered danger.

Sure enough, there is a hurdle in life.

Will she be able to make it through? Lan Ling asked himself in his heart, and the last trace of consciousness also dissipated, and he completely fainted.

Lan Wujiang looked at Lan Ling's faint appearance, and his heart sank inexplicably.

Maybe it's the illusion inside the White Tiger Ruins, which makes her always involuntarily care more about Lanling.

"I'll go." Lan Wujiang suddenly spoke.

Feng Zhao's eyelids jumped, and the answer he least wanted to hear still echoed in his ears.

If he put away the Phantom Tower and went with Lan Wujiang, then Lan Ling, who was already seriously injured, would be even worse.

People with insufficient ability to follow Lan Wujiang are tantamount to dragging oil bottles for Lan Wujiang. A thousand books

Xia Mingyu was not surprised to hear Lan Wujiang give such an answer, but he still trembled inexplicably.

The gratitude in his eyes was about to overflow.

Lan Wujiang has a cold personality and an inscrutable temper, she is not sure whether Lan Wujiang will help herself, or help Lan Ling.

But now, the man who seemed to be just an ordinary friend to them was willing to take risks for them.

Such a heart is so rare.

The most important thing in the royal family is intrigues, and a little warmth is enough to break a person's mental defense.

"Thank you." Xia Mingyu's voice was hoarse.

Lan Wujiang said lightly, turned to look at Feng Zhao, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

"Don't worry, there's Rouge and Xuansi."

Lan Wujiang's heart felt Feng Zhao's mood swings.

Feng Zhao's eyes were deep, and finally he sighed softly and responded to this matter.

Lan Wujiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was quite afraid that Feng Zhao would not agree.

"No, I'll go with you." Wu Changli immediately opened his mouth to organize.

What level of demonic beast is the Golden Stone Beast, how can Lan Wujiang deal with it alone?

And what's going on with this senior, how can he be so relieved that Lan Wujiang is going to face danger.

Wu Changli's overreaction made Lan Xiaowu can't help but look at Wu Changli twice.

Although she is also worried about her sister, she also knows that her sister will not do things that she is not sure of.

Now that I have said it, it must be just to inform everyone, not to discuss this matter with everyone.

Wu Changli has admired his sister for a long time, and Lan Xiaowu can't see it, but he can't see through it.

But Lan Xiaowu never took Wuchang Railway Station in her eyes, which made her feel coerced, and it was Feng Zhao, who called himself Master Lan Wujiang.