Xingyue, Seiun Street, Kyoto.

The light is sprinkled all over the ground, and the prosperity avenue is open and majestic, and every inch of land is golden.

"Where did the down-and-out beggar who fights the autumn wind come from, making trouble at the gate of Lanfu, is he crazy?" Several people pointed at Lan Wujiang indignantly.

Lan Wujiang, who had been running around for three days and three nights, was exhausted, her legs trembled, brown blood stained her clothes, her thin body brought the unconscious Lan Qing in again, took a deep breath, knelt on one knee, and made a difficult voice in her dry throat, "Grass people Lan Wujiang asks to see the head of the Lan family." ”

The Lan Mansion guard glanced at Lan Wujiang disdainfully, not moving at all, as if giving a look was a reward.

"What is this girl babbling about? Hurry up! This is not the place where you should come, don't be beaten all over the ground looking for teeth. The old woman with a pointed chin shouted loudly beside her with a basket of vegetables.

Lan Wujiang's fingers tightened, the bones of the jade pendant in the palm of her hand hurt, she opened her mouth, the corners of her mouth scabbed and cracked, the red flesh was purple, and the stuffy air in her chest was surging, "Under the whole world, it is not loess, the world is big, I can go anywhere, why can't this Lan family go?"

The old woman choked and rolled up her sleeves, "Who made you talk to your elders like this!"

The bright iron spear was strung in front of the old woman, the old woman's face turned pale, and she retreated again and again, only to see the guard in iron armor walking down from the gate, and the peak of the spear pointed directly at the tip of Lan Wujiang's nose.

"Ordinary people, if there is no summoning order, enter the Lan Mansion, and there is no forgiveness for killing." The guard's iron boots were cold, and the tall figure happened to cover the sun in front of Lan Wujiang, cold as winter frost.

Lan Wujiang lowered her head, looking at the dying Lan Qing and evoked a wry smile, she stretched out her hand, her thin fingers opened, the wind passed, and the blood-stained jade pendant was exposed to the air.

Soul silk drops, fourth-order spiritual weapons, each child of the Lan family's descendants will be given by their grandfather when they are born.

The guard's pupils shrank sharply, and he froze in place, looking at Lan Wujiang and Lan Qing in surprise.

Lan Wujiang saw the guard's expression change, and he staggered to pick up Lan Qing, and said in a questioning voice, "Can you enter the Lan Mansion with this thing?"

The four countries of the Lan family in the Southern Zhou Dynasty all know that the ancestor of the Lan family has been strategizing for decades with his own strength, fighting a bloody way in the Mixed Yuan Continent, and the Lan family has also jumped up and stepped into the family of powerful ministers.

The Mixed Yuan Continent is respected by strength, everyone advocates cultivation, and is proud to enter the immortal path, the ancestor of the Lan family, the fourth order of the true immortal, is the unshakable existence of the Southern Zhou Kingdom.

If she can enter the Lan Mansion, Lan Qing may have a glimmer of life, at least she will not be buried in another country!

Lan Wujiang pursed his lips, frowned, ignored the blade of the gun in front of him, and took two steps forward, "Get out of the way." ”

"Where did you get this thing from?" The guard's body was surrounded by aura, ironclad forest, scolding and aura bursting out, and he stretched out his hand to grab the soul silk drop.

Lan Wujiang's pupils shrank sharply, and she hurriedly took two steps back, the bones on her body were almost shattered by the aura, she gasped, black blood gushed out of her throat, half a sound, she sneered, "Even if it is an ordinary commoner, it is not the turn of a guard who has entered the slave to stop it." ”

"What's going on outside? If you startle the third lady, you can't eat and walk around. ”

With a coquettish sound, I saw that the Zhu door slowly opened, the beautiful woman in the house was slim, Qian held a silk handkerchief to cover her mouth, she walked step by step, followed by a glass sedan chair full of jewels.

"Ink Girl...... This person insisted on entering the Lan Mansion, and he also carried a drop of soul silk. The guard saw Mo Xiang chuckle in his heart, and hurriedly put away the gun, bent down and hung his head with a flattering face.

"Soul Silk Drops?" A very nice female voice came from the glass sedan chair, like snow and softness with three points of cold and plum, which caused people's hearts to tremble.

"Since she has a soul drop, what is her name?" The daughter sitting in the sedan chair sneered, the jade hand lifted the curtain, the lotus arm was half-exposed in the light veil, and the ink fragrance walked forward quickly, holding Lancôme's snow-white fingertips.

Lan Kochen got off the sedan chair, the ice muscles contained a layer of water vapor in the sun, the jade bones were proud, the red lips were lightly opened, and the mountains and rivers embroidered pictures were scorching and shining on the silver silk sleeves.

"Caomin Lan Wujiang, the daughter of Lan Qing." Lan Wujiang was secretly on guard.

"Lan Wujiang? The Lan family doesn't have this person, as for Lan Qing...... How could my aunt, who died of illness fourteen years ago, end up here? Lan Kochen smiled, but it was a sentence that cut off Lan Wujiang's back road.

The Lan family does not recognize the dead.

Lan Wujiang's green tendons on the back of her hand were faintly revealed, her eyebrows were twisted into a Sichuan character, disgust instinctively surged in her heart, and the four words of the monk's face and beast's heart were about to come out, she sneered, and her fingers were red, "I haven't heard my mother say the name of the third lady." ”