"Gross."

The Rakshasa Bird, which had become the size of a gray finch, suddenly vomited, causing both of them to look at it.

But before it could explain, something came out of its throat again.

"Gross."

A large black bead fell from its mouth.

With a clang, the beads fell on the table, and Bai Rouge only felt that his scalp was numb.

The beads are as black as ink, shiny and round, and look very weighty.

"What is this?" Lan Wujiang's eyelids jumped, and he picked up the beads with the other end of his chopsticks.

"This is the Demon Yuan Pearl, which is transformed by the ghost essence of the dead Lin Maiden."

Lan Wujiang's hand twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "How to deal with this?"

Feng Zhao stared at Lan Wujiang with a smile, his thin lips slightly opened, "The disgusting aura of the Demon Yuan Bead is rare in the mortal world, if this thing is practiced into a magic weapon, the female ghost will become a weapon soul, and you can send it, and the power of the Demon Yuan enchantment will also be preserved in the magic weapon." ”

Lan Wujiang raised his eyes, and suddenly became interested, "Although I already have the Leng Mei Sword, sometimes I always feel that the power is not enough......"

"If the Demon Yuan Bead wants to practice into a magic weapon, you must find someone who is pure and yang, do you know Lintian Temple?" Feng Zhao poured a glass of fruit wine for Lan Wujiang and handed it to Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang put down the Demon Yuan Bead, picked up the cup and took a sip, his lips and teeth fragrant.

"Lintian Temple......" she muttered, but Feng Zhao suddenly reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Lan Wujiang's face.

"The presiding officer of Lintian Temple is three hundred and twenty years old, and he has never shaken his mortal heart in the past three hundred and twenty years, and the world only knows that he can purify the evil ghosts, but they don't know that his alchemy has reached its peak." Feng Zhao's fingers lightly scratched Lan Wujiang's nose.

Lan Wujiang curiously supported his chin with one hand and looked at Feng Zhao with blinking eyes, "Why do you know everything?"

Feng Zhao chuckled, his eyes drooping slightly, "I won't tell you." ”

"Stingy." Lan Wujiang pouted and glanced at Feng Zhao coquettishly.

"However, the Lintian Temple presiding over the refining requires three thousand Light Sutras as a reward." Feng Zhao's eyes were gentle, and he gently held Lan Wujiang's fingertips.

"I have." As soon as his palms were hot, a small brocade bag appeared in Lan Wujiang's hand.

"When the time comes, you go to him and give him this." Feng Zhao's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, Lan Wujiang's heart softened, and his lips opened slightly, "How can you prepare everything." ”

Feng Zhao glanced at Lan Wujiang with a smile, and Lan Wujiang was speechless for a moment.

Is that what she thinks?

Feng Zhao is so good...... She didn't deserve it at all.

I must have thought too much about it.

Lan Wujiang silently brainwashed herself in her heart, but Feng Zhao gently picked her chin and sandwiched a small piece of crab roe tofu with chopsticks in her right hand.

"Eat more, you only ate three chopsticks today." His voice was slightly hoarse, his Adam's apple slid slightly, and the real touch made Lan Wujiang always feel that Feng Zhao was a living person.

She bit the tofu with her teeth, and her dexterous little tongue inadvertently swept the chopsticks in Feng Zhao's hand.

The head of the chopsticks trembled slightly, and Feng Zhao's eyes deepened.

Lan Wujiang closed his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and smiled embarrassedly.

"Miss...... Miss Six asked someone to send 100,000 spars, saying that it was a previous bet. Liu Qing looked into the house through the beaded curtain at the door.

Lan Wujiang raised his eyebrows in surprise and hummed meaningfully.

Liu Qing handed a tray forward, and there was a complete set of shark scale noodles in the mahogany tray.

The rubies and purple scales are intertwined, and the beauty is unusually high, and at first glance it is the style of Lan Wen wine.

"What is this?" Lan Wujiang smiled, and Feng Zhao was inexplicably confused.

"Miss Six said that this is a gift for your previous sin, if you don't accept it, she will throw away this set of heads." Liu Qing buried his head and didn't dare to look up at Lan Wujiang.

thought that Lan Wujiang would be generous and thunderous, but Lan Wujiang replied lightly and put it in the warehouse.

Liu Qing thought for a moment that he had misheard.

Can Lan Wenjiu be good friends with Lan Wujiang?

One borrowed the hand of his grandfather to destroy Lan Wujiang's dantian.

The other broke the bones of his body and made him sick for a long time.

How could these two live in peace.

Liu Qing even thought that Lan Wujiang did this in order to retain the handle of Lan Wen wine in the future.

After all, the two of them are like two extremes.

The only thing that is the same is the ruthlessness.

But shouldn't this ruthlessness be contradictory?

"Stand down." Lan Wujiang looked at Liu Qing frozen in place and coughed slightly.

Liu Qing realized it later, and when she walked to the door, she remembered something and said, "Miss, tonight is the last day of the Lantern Festival, the slave maid didn't have a lot of fun before seeing Miss, if Miss wants, you can go to the market tonight." ”

Lan Wujiang hummed lightly, and when he saw Liu Qing disappear, he grabbed Feng Zhao's arm.

"What's wrong?" Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang's pitiful eyes and felt a little funny.

"I haven't visited the Lantern Festival market since I was a kid......"

The only time I spent the Lantern Festival was in a fight.

Feng Zhao flicked Lan Wujiang's little head, and the corners of his lips rose, "Then I'll accompany you tonight." ”

"You can rest well after eating." Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang's dark blue eyes, and his heart tightened slightly.

His boundlessness, why did he suffer so much?

Seeing Feng Zhao agree, Lan Wujiang quickly let go of Feng Zhao's arm, lowered his head and began to pick up rice.

Feng Zhao's gaze remained on Lan Wujiang, and he never looked away for a moment.

Especially Lan Wujiang's delicate lips......

In the bedroom of Lanwen wine, Lanwen wine drank it all in a boring way, and a thin layer of red appeared on his cheeks.

Seeing the maid who sent the money coming back, her eyes swept lazily and she said coldly, "Did she accept the things?" Throw it away. ”

Lan Wenjiu was about to be angry with his own self-deception.

Knowing that Lan Wujiang would not accept it, he still wanted to give it a try.

In the end, it was nothing more than crushing his pitiful self-esteem under his feet.

The maid was stunned for a moment, but after realizing it, she understood the meaning of Lan Wenjiu, and hurriedly explained, "Miss Wujiang accepted it." ”

The glass of Lan Wen wine drinking, the beautiful eyes appeared.

"She took it?"

The corners of Lan Wenjiu's lips rose unconsciously, and before the joy could spread in his chest, he heard the guards report that Lan Xiaowu was coming.

The smile on her face disappeared little by little, and finally she sat down indifferently in her chair and poured herself a glass of pear blossom brew.

"What are you going to do?" Lan Wenjiu has always had an inexplicable hostility towards Lan Xiaowu.

She used to think that she was a stinky rat in the gutter, but after climbing Lan Wujiang, she also felt that Lan Xiao was an eyesore.

It's like a toad that wants to eat swan meat.

People's senses are so inexplicably wonderful, they may be disgusted with each other for a lifetime because of one thing, or they may pay for each other for a lifetime because of a small action.

Lan Xiaowu looked at Lan Wenjiu hatefully.

Lan Wenjiu picked up Lan Xiaowu's resentful gaze and began to look at Lan Xiaowu carefully.

The flesh-pink gown on her body was gray and old, and her hair ornament was no more than two plain silver hairpins.

With an unremarkable appearance and a pair of eyes that are ready to cry, it is really unpleasant.

Lan Xiaowu didn't know that Lan Wenjiu had already disliked every detail of her body from the inside out.

She clenched her fists and said word by word, "You stay away from Sister Wujiang in the future." "Glamorous e-books

"Why should I stay away from Sister Wujiang?" Lan Wenjiu smiled evilly, and his cheeks were even more flattering.

Before it grows up, it is quite a glimpse of the future of the city.

"How can you shout so intimately, don't you hate her the most?" Lan Xiaowu's eyes widened, and the sour taste in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Obviously, it wasn't like this at the beginning, she was the only one in the Lan Mansion who was good to Sister Wujiang.

And there is Young Master Wu in the back, and there is Lanling......

But what is Ranwyn?

How could she rob Lan Wujiang with herself.

Lan Wenjiu has done so many wrong things, and he dares to have such thoughts.

Lan Wenjiu walked up to Lan Xiaowu with a wine glass, looked at her blushing face, a glass of wine splashed on Lan Xiaowu's face, and said, "What qualifications do you have to say this to me." ”

"I used to hate Lan Wujiang, but I don't hate it now, I want to be friends with her."

"What can you do with me?" Lan Wenjiu smiled evilly, tilting his head to stare at the beads of wine that fell from Lan Xiaowu's hair.

The drink fell down his cheeks and into Lan Xiaowu's collar.

The coolness soaks into the flesh.

"You're angry? Or do you feel insulted?" Lan Wenjiu whispered in Lan Xiaowu's ear.

Lan Xiaowu raised his hand and slapped Lan Wenjiu.

"Get out."

Lan Wenjiu raised his foot and kicked Lan Xiaowu in the stomach without showing weakness.

Lan Xiaowu's whole body flew into the corner, and Lan Wenjiu's eyes were terrifying.

"What do you think you are to dare to do anything with me? If it weren't for the fact that you and Lan Wujiang are familiar with each other, I wouldn't have let you in, so as not to be contaminated with the sour smell of poverty. ”

"Besides, it's my right to be good to whomever I want to be, I can be friends with Lan Wujiang today, let her smile at me, and tomorrow I can also poison Lan Wujiang, I look forward to seeing her die of poison and pain, begging me bitterly."

Lan Wenjiu slowly walked up to Lan Xiaowu, pinched Lan Xiaowu's chin with his fingers, and his nails pinched Lan Xiaowu's flesh.

Bright red blood slowly dripped down.

Lan Xiaowu trembled, this room was obviously full of maids, but it seemed that there was only Lan Wenjiu.

"You're crazy."

Lan Xiaowu gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words from between his teeth.

"You just found out." Lan Wenjiu suddenly smiled gently.

Lan Xiaowu struggled to get up from the ground, pushed away Lan Wenjiu, and looked at Lan Wenjiu with pity eyes, his back straight.

"No one in this world likes a sick madman like you, and no one wants to be friends with you."

"You can look down on me, but if you hurt my sister, you will crush my bones and scatter my ashes, and I will crawl out of the eighteenth layer of hell, so that you will not be at peace for the rest of your life."

Lan Xiaowu's gentle eyebrows were sharp at this moment, like a sword out of the sheath, and the cold light was everywhere.

Hearing this, Lan Wenjiu said three good words in a row, lifted the vase on the table high, and slammed it to the ground, tearing the vase apart.

"You're pathetic."

Lan Xiaowu sneered, took two steps back, turned around and swayed his clothes, and strode away.

The maids sighed inwardly and began to work on narrowing their presence so as not to become a barrel of air for the Ranwen wine......

When night fell, the lights were everywhere in the capital, Lan Wujiang washed up, put on a simple shirt, and went out with Feng Zhao to visit the lantern festival.

"So happy?"

Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang and didn't stop the smile on the corner of his mouth along the way, and he laughed too.

"yes." Lan Wujiang squinted, and the happiness in his heart was about to overflow.

The sound of people coming and going on the street, the sound of hawking, fireworks and firecrackers, mixed with the sound of laughter, converges into a vivid picture.

The fireworks in the world, the heartbeat in her chest, made her feel that she was living in this world so truly.

"There's a guess ahead, but you want to take a look?" Feng Zhao and Lan Wujiang interlocked their fingers, and their eyes stayed on a rabbit lantern.

"You want that?" Lan Wujiang pointed to the rabbit lantern, and his eyes lit up.

Feng Zhao wanted, then she must get it back for him.

"I'll help you." Lan Wujiang pulled Feng Zhao and squeezed into the crowd quickly.

"Are you all ready?" The boss who did the guessing looked kind, and his eyes were bent into crescents.

The people around were in a hurry.

"The first question, guess a word, who will take the lead?"

Seeing that no one answered, the boss's eyes flickered, and finally his eyes fell on Lan Wujiang.

"Little girl, have you thought of it?"

Lan Wujiang was about to answer, but she didn't expect the boss to point to herself, she stepped forward generously, and said loudly, "But my words?"

"That's right!" The boss handed Lan Wujiang a red flower.

A handsome scholar looked at Lan Wujiang's back and was slightly stunned.

Lan Wujiang turned around and smiled at Feng Zhao, but was mistaken for a smile to himself by the scholar.

The scholar's cheeks were red, and his heart was inexplicably hot.

"This second question is still a word guess, Yoshiguchi said that she has a point or two, but who knows the answer?"

As soon as the boss's voice fell, the scholar stood up, "Happy word." ”

Lan Wujiang was stunned, pouted slightly, and looked at the scholar's lips pursed into a line.

The scholar saw Lan Wujiang and looked at him again, his slender fingers clenched slightly.

"This third question, I owe the sky and will see Chang'e again, type!"

The boss put a small red flower in the scholar's hand, and the scholar smiled embarrassedly.

Yu Guang secretly glanced at Lan Wujiang.

"Huanzi."

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, the scholar answered again.

The boss's eyes lit up, and he smiled and put another red flower in the palm of the scholar's hand.

Lan Wujiang's face darkened completely, looking at the pitiful red flower in his hand, and then at the rabbit lantern, he gritted his teeth secretly.

The scholar looked at the boss's malicious smile and vaguely sensed the clue of this topic.

"I like ......"

He muttered the answers to the first three questions.

"This fourth and final question, the one who gets the most red flowers, can take away this rabbit lantern."

"Er is a fairy in the world, type!"

The boss's thick hand raised the red flower, as if deliberately shaking it in front of Lan Wujiang, and then received the red flower into his sleeve.

"You word." The scholar's eyebrows stretched.

The people around him applauded.

The scholar reacted that the answers to these four questions were connected with a heart beating when I liked you.

Lan Wujiang's smile just now was already deeply rooted in his heart.

Lan Wujiang's enthusiasm was poured with cold water, and she lowered her eyes, remembering the rabbit lantern in her heart.

Feng Zhao was about to step forward to comfort Lan Wujiang, but the scholar had already walked in front of Lan Wujiang with a rabbit lantern.

"For you." The scholar's earlobes were dyed crimson.

Lan Wujiang looked at the rabbit lantern in surprise, but Feng Zhao squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the scholar who gave Lan Wujiang the lantern with displeasure.