"Boom."

With a loud bang, a cloud of white smoke exploded out of Lan Wujiang's body and coiled under her, and her divine sense was torn apart at this moment.

A sharp force broke through her muscles and sped up.

"Poof." Lan Wujiang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were dazed.

Lan He's eyes trembled, and his palms carried spiritual power, and a blue spiritual thread was established between Lan Wujiang and Lan He.

Lan He pursed his lips and took back the spiritual power that Lan Wujiang couldn't absorb back into his body.

How do you know that Lan Wujiang actually broke this spiritual power spirit thread by himself at this moment.

"No need to ......" she opened her mouth weakly, and the blood on her face was like red plums.

What just came out of her divine consciousness was the wisp of white smoke that Feng Zhao had turned into!

Will he leave himself? Isn't he imprisoned in his body?

Lan Wujiang's mind was in turmoil, and at this moment, her spiritual power was swollen, and it was all blocked in one place, she was ruthless, and used her evil qi to cut off her meridians.

With a painful cry, Lan He scolded secretly, walked quickly behind Lan Wujiang, and pressed his hand directly against her Heavenly Spirit Gai to absorb the spiritual energy.

Lan Wujiang made a big move and broke through the fifth order of foundation building with his last strength.

The aura circle was trembling, and the dantian broke first and then stood up.

She made a dangerous move, but she was victorious.

Lan He walked in front of Lan Wujiang, his face was full of anger, and his big hand grabbed Lan Wujiang's chin, "You don't want to die?!"

Lan Wujiang grinned, his smile bloody.

"Alive......"

It's just that my heart is empty.

Is the shackles of the god's curse unshackled? Or Feng Zhao had an accident.

Lan Wujiang's eyes were flooded with acidity, and tears flickered.

Lan He wanted to punish Lan Wujiang, but after all, he didn't make a move, slowly let go of his hand, rubbed his thumb against the jade wrench on his hand, and said half-sadly and half-happily, "Next time you won't be like this." ”

Lan Wujiang lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were stained with water droplets, "There is no next time......

She limped to her feet, her dantian was full, but her muscles and bones were sore and unbearable, and she gritted her teeth and left Mingyao Hall alone.

In the blink of an eye, the night fell, she looked at the starry sky, and muttered, "Feng Zhao?"

There is emptiness in the consciousness.

When the maid of Qinghuanlou saw Lan Wujiang coming back, she hurriedly greeted her, carrying a tray in her hand, and a pot of golden bottle of wine was placed on the tray.

Her expression was subtle, and she said to Lan Wujiang stubbornly, "Miss Biao, just now the Qianjin Pavilion sent a thousand gold wine, saying that it was ordered by Young Master Wu. ”

Qianjin Pavilion also said that Young Master Wu thought that this wine tasted very good, so he specially shared it with the young lady, a pot of ...... It is worth a thousand gold, so it is named a thousand gold wine. ”

Lan Wujiang's eyes sank, he lifted the wine jug, and walked into the bedroom with empty eyes, and the maid sneered, and could only look at Lan Wujiang's back blankly.

After a little breeze, Lan Wujiang raised his hand, sat alone in the house, poured the mouth of the wine jug into himself, and the liquor entered his throat, spicy and scorching, burning his lungs.

Enjoyable and extraordinary, a drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows!

Her cheeks were red, her eyes were drunk, white smoke rose in the room, Lan Wujiang's hand holding the wine jug shook, and the whole person froze.

Feng Zhao stood in front of her with a smile on his eyebrows, his white clothes rose slightly, like a fairy.

Not a wisp of geism, not a curse imprisoned in her! It's really a living person!

"Don't be surprised, my natal soul is still in your body, but because your cultivation has risen, I can also separate a wisp of soul and turn it into an entity." Feng Zhao took Lan Wujiang's hand and placed her hand on his chest.

Warm flesh, but no heartbeat.

Lan Wujiang's staggered expressions of crying and laughing were even more complicated now, and he didn't know whether he was sad or sad for a while.

"But no one else can see me, only you can see me." Feng Zhao sat opposite Lan Wujiang, consciously picked up the teacup on the table, and poured himself a glass of wine that Lan Wujiang had drunk half.

His phoenix eyes were slightly raised, the corners of his lips touched the cup, the wine flowed between his teeth, and he exhaled like an orchid, beautiful as a demon.