"Miss, Young Master Wu asked to see you, and he also sent you supplements, ......" Liu Qing stood at the door of the bedroom and asked tentatively.

The corners of Lan Wujiang's lips twitched, wiped the blood on the ground with a handkerchief, and threw the handkerchief into the waste basket with a cold look in his eyes, "Let him wait for me in the side hall." ”

She smiled coldly, sighing that the news of the Lan family was really like having long legs, but in just one day, it spread all over the capital.

I'm afraid that someone with a heart did it on purpose, and it will ruin her reputation.

"Yes, the slave will report it." Liu Qing's face was overjoyed, and the footsteps were far away.

Lan Wujiang's face was as cold as frost, he slowly took his cloak and gently put it on himself, with a little more ridicule and pity in his eyes.

The person behind this is clever and thinks that this will bring her down, but he forgets that Ranhe hates the ugliness of his family the most.

Within three days, the real murderer behind him will be exposed.

She pushed open the door, the breeze blew through her hair, the sun shone on her, the leaves rustled, the Qinghuanlou was still bright, but Lan Wujiang felt like he was coming back to this world.

In the side hall, Wu Changli shook the folding fan, his eyes were gloomy, and when he saw Lan Wujiang walking towards him unharmed, a pair of peach blossom eyes rose, like warm spring flowers.

"Are you alright?" He looked Lan Wujiang up and down, and when he saw that there was no wound, he breathed a sigh of relief, and poured a cup of tea for Lan Wujiang and handed it over.

"It's all right, where did you hear the news?" Lan Wujiang took a sip from the teacup and laughed softly.

"It has been spread all over the capital, saying that you killed Lan Wenjiu when you were in Xiaobi, and finally went mad."

Wu Changli's tone paused, and he hurriedly added, "But I don't believe it, so I'll take a look at you to see if you are injured, and I just want to ask you what is going on with the demonic qi on your body." ”

Lan Wujiang hooked his lips with self-deprecation, looked at Wu Changli lightly, and slowly put down the teacup, "The demonic qi does derive from me, but Lan Wenjiu is not innocent. The matter has been settled, and Ranhe dug up my dantian as a punishment. ”

Wu Changli's eyelids jumped fiercely, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong, he looked at Lan Wujiang in disbelief, unable to speak for a long time.

Someone dug up the dantian? Or his own grandmother?

How is this possible?

His lips squirmed slightly at Shanglan Wujiang's gaze, but he couldn't say anything if he asked again.

The heart is getting heavier and heavier......

It's true.

There were a lot of emotions in my head for a moment, and finally they all turned into anger.

The Lan family is a group of fucking crazy people.

"Click." The teacup in his hand was crushed by him.

"What are you doing with that madness? My Dao heart is unstable, and she said that digging the dantian can make my path of physical cultivation smoother. The more decent the smile on Lan Wujiang's face, the colder Wu Changli's heart became.

There is a coldness in the bones, like falling into the ice cave of Layue.

He couldn't imagine how Lan Wujiang had survived that catastrophe, and he was still talking to him in such a calm tone.

If she has a little other emotion, such as resentment, such as anger, or venting her suppressed pain, he will understand.

Kelan Wujiang just sat there quietly.

This made Wu Changli's heart hang.

He stood up violently, grabbed Lan Wujiang's wrist, and wanted to take her away, "Come with me, don't stay here." ”

The Lan family can't accommodate Lan Wujiang, and the belly of a monk in the martial family is still more than enough.

A group of brutes, doing their best every day.

Don't let him get the handle.

Lan Wujiang was numb, broke off the fingers that Wu Changli was holding one by one, raised his head, looked at him, and said slowly, "We are different, but thank you for believing in me." ”

She smiled sweetly at Wu Changli, her lips were still white and bloodless, Wu Changli only felt that there was a stuffy fire in his chest, and even the corners of his eyes were dyed red.

He never thought that Lan Wujiang was in this situation in the Lan family.

She deserves to have a pair of parents who love her and grow up peacefully, why should she be disliked by everyone because of the fault of her elders, because a wisp of demonic energy will cut off all possibilities for cultivation.

Yes, they're different.

He has been pampered since he was a child, and he is the son of a family, but what about her? She had no qualifications to leave, no ability to escape, and she was carrying so many things that she either chose to stand up or be crushed underneath.

"Then I'll accompany you." Wu Changli thought of this, looking at the room full of maids, no one was pleasing to the eye.

The big hand hung down, the palm of the hand was empty, and I just felt that I couldn't grasp anything.