"Grandpa Qinghuanlou has promised me, Miss should leave early." Lan Wujiang was neither humble nor arrogant, and the golden key in his hand was scorching.

The young girl in purple was furious, stared at Lan Wujiang and laughed wildly, "Do you know who I am?"

Lan Wujiang's muscles tensed, and he looked at the young girl in purple vigilantly, and the fragrance of peach blossoms in Qinghuanlou silently spared the tip of her nose.

"I'm the sixth lady of the Lan family! You? Not even worthy of carrying shoes for Miss Ben!" Lan Wenjiu raised his chin proudly, sat on the sedan chair and looked at Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang tilted his head and snorted in a low voice, "Then according to the seniority, you still have to call me cousin." ”

Lan Qing is the elder sister of the head of the Lan family, and the Southern Zhou Dynasty is very prosperous, if she is not respectful to her descendants, her reputation will be ruined.

Lan Wenjiu is the youngest daughter who is most favored by the head of the family, her mother is extremely beautiful, and she is Xu Gui's nail in the flesh, but the mother and daughter are extremely arrogant, so that Xu Gui is helpless.

"Cousin? Hahaha, are you Lan Jun'er's sister? Or is it something that is not in the flow of concubines?" Lan Wenjiu despised Lan Wujiang, and the air mass in his hand and soul burst out.

The wind struck, Lan Wujiang's golden key flew into the air, her pupils shrank sharply, her hands were blocked in front of her chest, and the smoke flooded her whole body, as if she was about to tear her internal organs apart.

Lan Wujiang was swept up in a tree, bruised all over, her ribs were straight broken and stuck in the dantian, and there was an extra bloody hole in her abdomen, and what was exposed was her bones.

“…… Burst. Lan Wujiang was numb in pain, she struggled to stuff the bones back into her body with her arms, staring at the smoke vacantly, hallucinating Lan Qing's voice in her ears, and her head rang.

I tried my best to get warmth, but I was bruised again and again.

Where did she go home, it was clearly the Longtan Tiger's Den, the place where she was buried.

Lan Wenjiu gently held the key and smiled with satisfaction, the ironclad soldiers of the Quartet put down the sedan chair, her long skirt dragged across the ground, a touch of pity welled up in the corners of her narrow eyes, and her raised lips were full of sarcasm.

"This, I want it, you, get out of Qinghuan Building. Today, Miss Ben will be merciful and spare your dog's life. ”

"You, get down on your knees and give thanks."

"Qinghuanlou belongs to Miss Ben, don't be delusional if you die."

……

Lan Wujiang's life was in danger, the smoke in front of him dissipated, his body was uncontrollable, his divine consciousness was constantly falling, he was empty, his hands couldn't touch things, and a sense of weightlessness permeated every cell in his body.

Suddenly, a beam of light appeared in front of her eyes, and she instinctively reached out to hold it, but the light flowed through her fingers.

"Still won't give up?" The white-haired man's voice appeared in the endless darkness.

Lan Wujiang took a breath in his throat, and his blood-stained eyelashes trembled slightly, "No." ”

The white-haired man's thin lips rose, Lan Wujiang fell to the ground, she opened her eyes, and looked around, there was rock molten lava, the heat wave was rolling, there were no flowers and no grass, and only the stones that were not hot were left.

Hearing another silver bell ringing, far away and empty, she came back to her senses violently, turned her head, and the man in the distance walked towards her, and the sound of iron chains rubbing against the ground echoed in her ears.

Glimpse a pair of black brocade boots, the other party is dressed in white like a fairy, the beauty is thrilling, unforgettable, a glance for ten thousand years.

"Are you...... Hades?" Lan Wujiang thought that he had died at the hands of Lan Wenjiu.

"I just slept for a while, and you were bullied like this?" The white-haired man sneered, his eyebrows and eyes were wanton, and the breeze was clear.

"I'm not Hades." His thin lips lifted, and his slender fingers slid through the wound on Lan Wujiang's body.

Lan Wujiang's tears suddenly slid down, laughing, her eyes were full of grief, she stood up with a wound, and behaved wildly, "You are not a ghost of Hades...... Not mortal, then what are you? God. ”

The white-haired man was silent, just looking at Lan Wujiang, but when Lan Wujiang acquiesced to this answer, she pushed the man away violently, resisting stubbornly like a trapped beast.

"God was not saved when my mother died, and God was not there when I was knocked down again and again, what is God? Purifying all beings saves the world from suffering. I have been immersed in darkness for decades, and I have never done anything wrong, but there is no god to cross me, and no god to save me! Now, my life and death are uncertain...... What do you show up to do? ”

The white-haired man pursed his lips, his gaze gradually became cold, his palm tightened, and when he opened it again, Lan Qing's soul silk drip appeared in the palm of his hand.