"Boom."

Lan Xuanyi's whole person exploded a spirit balloon, forcing Lan Wujiang back by one meter.

Blood surged through his throat and he stood up from the ground, "Wind!"

Lan Xuanyi's voice was hoarse, his palm was facing Lan Wujiang, and his dantian spiritual power was running rapidly.

A huge tornado erupted from Lan Xuanyi's palm.

Lan Wujiang rose with the wind, and one turned over and stirred into the tornado.

The wind was mixed with spiritual power, pressing her body little by little.

Just when Lan Xuanyi thought that Lan Wujiang would be strangled by this tornado after all, Lan Wujiang stood firmly on the stone platform.

Her body was wrapped in evil energy, and so was the red blood halberd.

Lan Wujiang channeled the evil qi on the Red Blood Halberd Blade.

A powerful evil aura splits the whirlwind.

She slashed through the air and split the tornado directly.

"This ...... What is it. Lan Xuanyi looked at the red blood halberd in Lan Wujiang's palm, and his whole person trembled.

In the next moment, Lan Wujiang's red blood halberd slid across the ground, grazing strings of sparks.

The wind stopped, and she was the only one moving forward step by step.

Take his life.

The disgust in Lan Wujiang's eyes was undisguised.

Lan Xuanyi was unwilling to gather Ling Li again, and said angrily, "Wind!"

The tornado, which was twice as big as it had just been, swept around it with dust.

Lan Wujiang had a cold face and slashed again.

easily broke Lan Xuanyi's pride for many years.

"Qiankun, press!"

The word Qiankun came out from Lan Wujiang's palm like a cannonball.

Lan Xuanyi barely touched the first Dao Seal with his spiritual power, and the second Dao Seal was knocked over, and the whole person was beaten to the ground and struggled.

He gasped, his eyes bloodshot, and he wanted to climb up, but his body was like a thousand gold.

Now.

"Click." The sound of broken ribs in his back was particularly noticeable.

"Gross."

A mouthful of blood stained the ground.

Lan Wujiang stepped on the back of his hand with one foot, and the halberd blade rested on Lan Xuanyi's neck.

"Admit defeat, and then use spiritual power, it will only cost your life."

Lan Wujiang was pitiful at the corners of his eyes, and the sneer on his lips made people shudder.

She had seen what happened to Lu Qing after taking this elixir.

What she didn't expect was that Lan Xuanyi actually took this elixir.

There are always people who will stop at nothing to achieve their ends.

This road is destined to be bloody and dirty.

The position of the throne is shining with golden light, and everyone yearns for it, and under the throne, there are thousands of white bones.

The path she chose was also destined to bloom with thorny flowers.

"Lan Wujiang...... I want you to pay for your life. ”

Lan Xuanyi's voice trembled, and he let out an angry roar from his throat, the muscles of his arms burst out, and he suddenly grabbed Lan Wujiang's ankles, gathered his spiritual power into his heavenly spirit cover, bowed up like a shrimp, and slammed into Lan Wujiang's stomach.

A thumping burst of power.

Red blood slowly flowed down Lan Xuanyi's forehead.

Tick.

Lan Wujiang's face did not change, his knees bent slightly, and he kicked forward fiercely, kicking Lan Xuanyi's whole person away.

Then he volleyed up in the air, grabbed Lan Xuanyi's remnant body, flipped over, and gave Lan Xuanyi an over-the-shoulder fall in the air, and then used the power of his elbow to knock the person to the ground.

A huge pit appeared on the stone platform.

Lan Junlin, who was watching the battle, stood up from his seat violently, raised his hand to point at Lan Wujiang, and scolded angrily, "You stop!"

The dust around her gradually settled, and two strands of broken hair fell on Lan Wujiang's forehead, and her eyes were depressed, and she sneered lightly.

"Your father won't let you fight, admit defeat." Lan Wujiang loosened Lan Xuanyi's collar.

Lan Xuanyi's whole person lost his support, like a rag doll.

However, the game must be finished by one of the two people.

Lan Xuanyi seemed to feel Lan Junlin's burning gaze, he tilted his head with difficulty, and glanced at Lan Junlin.

Lan Junlin's expression was one of hatred for iron but not steel.

Lan Xuanyi's self-esteem was knocked down for the second time.

Lan Wujiang's cold eyes lowered, and the halberd face rubbed Lan Xuanyi's neck angrily and plunged straight into the stone.

Gravel splattered.

Lan Xuanyi always had the illusion that he would end up like a stone.

Blood kept pouring out of Lan Xuanyi's throat, "I, I admit defeat......"

He raised his hand tremblingly and surrendered.

The whistle sounds.

Lan Wujiang disdainfully held the red blood halberd and stepped down, but Lan Xuanyi crawled out of the pit slowly, the dagger in his sleeve flashed, and he stabbed the dagger like Lan Wujiang despite the reversal of venous power.

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed in front of me.

Where was there any shadow of Lan Wujiang in front of Lan Xuanyi, he was stunned in place, and inexplicably felt a chill behind his back.

Lan Wujiang stood behind Lan Xuanyi and kicked Lan Xuanyi's back.

"Plop."

Lan Xuanyi fell to his knees and fell to the ground in an extremely humiliating manner, closing his eyes.

"Lan Wujiang!"

Lan Junlin saw his precious son faint, and his whole popularity trembled.

Lan Wujiang tugged at the corners of his lips and sat back in his place regardless of it.

"Do you think no one can take care of you?" Lan Junlin walked up to Lan Wujiang angrily, raised his hand and wanted to give Lan Wujiang a slap.

His cultivation is far above Lan Wujiang, if he wants to fight Lan Wujiang, Lan Wujiang can't prevent it at all.

Lan Wujiang knew this, so she suddenly didn't reply to Lan King's Landing.

Just tilted his head sideways slightly, and smiled faintly at Lan He not far away.

Lan He coughed lightly, Lan Junlin's face turned the color of pig liver, and he warned Lan Wujiang angrily.

"If you dare to hurt the Lan family, I want you to look good!"

Lan Wujiang sneered, and raised his eyes to meet Lan He's gaze, "In my uncle's eyes, I can't be considered a member of the Lan family, right?"

"That's enough." Lan He's face completely drooped at this moment, and Lan Junlin flicked his sleeves violently and strode away.

"Next ......"

The shouter pulled his throat, but Lan Wujiang's jade ring shook slightly at this time.

Lan Wujiang's fingertips trembled, and the next second, he heard Feng Zhao's voice coming from the jade ring to his mind.

"Where are you?"

Feng Zhao seemed to have just woken up, and his voice was so lazy.

Lan Xiaowu sensed that something was wrong with Lan Wujiang, and pressed Lan Wujiang's hand inside, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's just that I remember that some things haven't been dealt with yet, so I'll take the first step."

Lan Wujiang immediately took the red blood halberd and walked back.

Lan Xiaowu's eyes flickered, looking at Lan Wujiang's expression.

She had long since discovered that Lan Wujiang had someone else around her.

It's just that she doesn't know who that person is.

But one day, she will pull out that vixen and see what it looks like, dare to seduce her sister like this, and provoke her sister to not even watch the game!

Liu Qing witnessed Lan Xiaowu's change of face, and felt inexplicably afraid, seeing that Lan Xiaowu's eyes were not on her.

She also quietly retreated, put down the tray in her hand, and went to find Lan Wujiang's whereabouts.

At this time of the game, this group is Lanling vs. Wang's big and young.

Lan Ling instinctively turned his head to see Lan Wujiang's reaction, but only saw Lan Wujiang's back.

She clenched the flaming sword in her hand, her lips pursed into a line, and there was a hint of displeasure in her gorgeous eyes.

What is more important than the clan?

……

……

In the Qinghuan Building, Lan Wujiang hurriedly pushed open the door, she was dusty, and her thin face was embarrassed.

The light veil fluttered in the house, the sun sprinkled a room, and the very good smell of agarwood incense surrounded the tip of the nose.

Lan Wujiang held his breath and looked into the room.

The white dress is eye-catching, like a smile in the eyes of a thrush. China Library

"Coming back?" A familiar voice echoed in Lan Wujiang's ears.

Her eyes turned red.

"Well, it's over, I'm back."

The nose is inexplicably sour.

Before, when he was asleep, he had a lot to say every day, but now when I look at him, I think it's good not to say anything.

As long as he's there.

"How many games are left?" Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lan Wujiang wiped the ash off his face with his sleeve, sat opposite Feng Zhao, picked up the tea that Feng Zhao had poured in advance, and drank it all.

"There are still four games left, tomorrow is the repechage, but no one should want to challenge me......"

Lan Wujiang lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes curled.

"Tired?" Feng Zhao stared at her in silver armor, and the corners of his lips rose.

Lan Wujiang choked, knowing that this appearance was really embarrassing, and hurriedly walked behind the screen to change clothes.

The sound of changing clothes was squirming, Feng Zhao's eyes were dim, and he picked up the teacup in front of him with his Ruyu fingers, took a sip lightly, and smiled dumbly.

"Alright."

Lan Wujiang changed into a white robe and walked out.

Because he came in a hurry, he changed his clothes in a hurry, and the fine sweat on his forehead was shining in the sun.

Her eyes were clear, and the corners of her lips would unconsciously rise when she looked at Feng Zhao.

Both have a cinnabar mole on their eyebrows.

It's just that Lan Wujiang painted it himself.

Feng Zhao couldn't see through the origin of this cinnabar mole, he raised his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers gently brushed over Lan Wujiang's eyebrows.

The rouge was suddenly spent.

Lan Wujiang's earlobes were red, and he realized that he had imitated Feng Zhao's dress in the past few days.

Now that he has been discovered by the main owner, he only feels like a fish in his throat, and no matter how he explains it, he wants to cover it.

"What, like this cinnabar between my eyebrows?" Feng Zhao looked at Lan Wujiang's forehead with a smile.

The crimson on the fingertips was ambiguous.

Lan Wujiang choked, mistakenly thinking that Feng Zhao didn't like others to imitate him, and suddenly felt ashamed.

"I'm sorry......" she was pale under her thin skin.

Hurriedly walked to the basin in the house, scooped a scoop of water, and washed the rouge off his face.

Cold water irritates the skin.

She was breathing inexplicably.

Feng Zhao didn't know when he walked up to her and handed her a towel.

"Rub?" Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lan Wujiang's heart was half cold again.

He really didn't like it.

Feng Zhao saw that Lan Wujiang didn't move, so he gently wiped Lan Wujiang's cheeks with a handkerchief.

His lips opened slightly, and his voice was magnetic and hoarse, "This cinnabar between my eyebrows is the mole of my destiny." The contract of fate is a contract of life and death, and if one dies, the other cannot live alone. And no matter how far away, the connection between the two will always be there, and they can sense the location of the other person, and if they are in danger, this cinnabar mole will also send out senses. ”

Lan Wujiang's face turned red after knowing the origin of this cinnabar mole.

What she didn't expect was that Feng Zhao held her hand at this time and looked at her with a smile, "Now that you know the origin, do you still like this cinnabar?"

Lan Wujiang's lips trembled, and he had just finished washing his face, and his lips were shiny with water, red and bright.

"Is that okay?" Lan Wujiang glanced at Feng Zhao tentatively.

Feng Zhao didn't speak, and lightly tapped his other hand between his eyebrows.

The red light on his brow flooded for a moment.

Then, the big hand brushed Lan Wujiang's eyes.

"Feel it carefully, where it is."

Lan Wujiang's eyes were dark.

The location of the mole of the fate contract is different for everyone.

Where you are born depends on how each person feels at that time.

Lan Wujiang's body was inexplicably weak, and he was numb for a while.

It just felt like something was falling inside her.

She struggled to find the location of the thing with her senses.

It was as if the consciousness was floating in the air, and it was as if I was soaking in a hot spring.

The feeling of exhaustion after relaxation comes to the face.

Sleepiness on the head.

Lan Wujiang pursed his lips slightly, secretly telling himself that he couldn't fall asleep.

But the more I searched for the location of the mole, the more sleepy I became.

"Where ......," Lan Wujiang couldn't help but mutter.

Feng Zhao's voice reassured her in the dark.

"Where do you want it to be?"

Lan Wujiang didn't know if he was confused by the fate contract, or if the whole person was consumed by the power of the fate contract, and his tone was unexpectedly a little coquettish.

Feng Zhao who listened was surprised.

"I don't want to look for it anymore, where I am, it's there."

Feng Zhao chuckled and agreed to Lan Wujiang's request.

His phoenix eyes closed slightly, and his divine sense smoothly entered Lan Wujiang's body.

The two divine powers were entangled, and the location of the fate contract was finally determined.

Lan Wujiang's right earlobe was inexplicably hot.

The power of the fate pact takes effect, and the chaos and sleepiness are dissipated.

Lan Wujiang suddenly opened his eyes and touched the back of his ear in panic.

A small bulge.

Feng Zhao hooked his lips and put down his hand.

Both of them felt a subtle feeling in their hearts.

The invisible is like the tangible.

Soft and fine.

Trembling slightly.

Lan Wujiang closed his eyes again, and this time a cloud of white light appeared in the sea of knowledge, and that white light thinly wrapped around the souls of Lan Wujiang and Feng Zhao, and finally turned into a red silk thread.

It is involved in the souls of the two.

"Do you regret it? If I die, you will not live. Feng Zhao opened his mouth playfully and asked Lan Wujiang softly.

Lan Wujiang listened to this voice, and only felt that Feng Zhao was very much like the goblin described in the villain's book.

The look is like, and the character is also the same.

She didn't dare to respond, she was afraid that if she answered this sentence, her soul would be hooked by Feng Zhao.

She couldn't calmly touch the soft flesh of her earlobe for a long time.

The drooping eyes were a little annoyed by their own impulses.

She also had to save Lan Qing......

"Huh?" Feng Zhao gently picked up Lan Wujiang's chin with his hand.

Lan Wujiang's pupils shrank, and he said in a weak heart, "Is my mole growing behind my ears?" Won't I see it? ”

Lan Wujiang blushed and took a small step back.

Every time Feng Zhao got too close to her, her heartbeat would always speed up inexplicably.

"Want to see it?" Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, and his voice hooked Lan Wujiang's mind.

Lan Wujiang nodded slowly, looking at Feng Zhao expectantly, "How can you see it?" ”

Feng Zhao chuckled, pulled Lan Wujiang to sit in front of the vanity mirror, and then took out a small bronze mirror and placed it behind Lan Wujiang.

The double mirror reflection allowed Lan Wujiang to see the red mole behind his ear.

The corners of Lan Wujiang's lips couldn't help but rise.

The red mole behind his ear was exactly the same as Feng Zhao's eyebrows.

Her body trembled, and she turned to touch Feng Zhao's eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, the distance was too close, and there was only a piece of paper between the lips of the two.

……

In the end, it was Feng Zhao who surrendered first.

He took Lan Wujiang's hand and put it on his eyebrows, "How do you feel?" ”

Lan Wujiang only felt that he had touched the soldering iron.

It's piping hot.

The mole was hot, and my heart was hot.