"Don't talk nonsense when you're late!" Lan Junlin looked at this concubine with a headache, and scolded with a cold face.

Lan Ershao sneered, and bowed down to Lan Junlin, shook his hands with both hands, and said loudly, "Unfilial son Xuanyi asks for peace to my father." ”

Turning around, Lan Xuanyi picked up the hem of his clothes, knelt on one knee, and gave Lan He a big salute, "Grandpa......"

Lan Junlin was about to speak and stopped, but Lan He waved his hand and motioned for him to take a seat.

"Hmm...... I heard that Aunt Qing returned home with a sickness, how is this illness going? It must not be serious, otherwise how could my sister still have this good color on her face to attend the family banquet. Lan Wenjiu chuckled and followed Lan Xuanyi's words.

Every word is like a steel thorn piercing Lan Wujiang's heart, after all, she has just learned about Lan Qing's burial today.

Presumably Grandpa wanted to cover up this matter......

Lan Xuanyi looked at Lan He's dark face, and was about to turn the page on the matter, but Lan Wujiang put down the soup spoon.

There was a crisp sound, and the cold face was like frost, "My mother is not blessed, she can't come to this banquet, if Miss Lan Liu is afraid that my mother will be lonely, it is better to accompany my mother, I will definitely be grateful to Miss Lan Liu." ”

Lan Wenjiu sneered, willfully put the rice bowl in his hand, and couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, "Lan Wujiang, don't forget, the current head of this family is my father, not your mother!"

The two completely tore their faces.

Lan Wujiang paused, looked at Lan Wenjiu with a smile, and said sarcastically, "Sixth sister is a good tutor." ”

"Daddy!" Lan Wen's eyes were red, and the back of his hand was bruised.

Lan Junlin sighed unhappily, "It's just a matter of you grabbing the warm wine and Qinghuan Building, why do you have to compete with your sister now." ”

Lan Wujiang laughed out loud when he heard what Lan Junlin said, and his heart was cold, "Rob? Qinghuanlou was given by my grandfather, what kind of robbery is this. ”

"Lan Wujiang, don't be embarrassed." Lan Wenjiu pulled out a snake scale whip from his waist, the whip was three feet long, the head of the snake at the whip was attached to the whip, the malice in his eyes was not concealed, and he was about to do it, but he was held down by the sleeve.

"Poof." With a coquettish laugh, Lan Jun'er stood up leisurely from her seat and said respectfully to Lan He, "Grandpa, this sixth miss is angry, it is better to give the sixth miss a chance and let her fight for it." If Wujiang wins, who will dare to gossip about her in the future?"

Ranhe sat in the center, his eyes dark.

She can give Lan Wujiang infinite honor, but she hasn't considered whether Lan Wujiang can keep it, after all...... Qinghuanlou is just the beginning.

Ranhe didn't speak for a long time, and the atmosphere around him was close to solidifying.

Lan Wujiang looked at Lan He and smiled faintly, he had known the result for a long time, but he still had hope in his heart.

She bowed her head and swept the Lan Wen wine coldly, "Than?" What are you going to lose?"

Lan Wenjiu tilted his head, and his hair bun and tassels swayed lightly, "What do you want?" ”

Lan Wujiang's fingers are slightly together, the essence of light is flowing, and she is as charming as a demon.

"You lose, 100,000 spars. I lost, and I didn't step on Qinghuanlou for half a step from now on. ”

"100,000 spars?! Why don't you go and grab it!" Lan Wenjiu's face was hard to look at.

"What? Sixth Miss thinks that this Qinghuan Building is not worth 100,000 Xuanjing Stones?" The contempt in Lan Wujiang's eyes made Lan Wenjiu's muscles tense.

"Lan Wujiang, do you really not leave yourself a way back?" Lan Wenjiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the degree of brazenness made Lan Wujiang staggered.

"Why should I stay?" Lan Wujiang grinned, his smile was bloodthirsty, and the black veil on his body was half-covered and half-hidden, like a Yama who had received his life.

Born to die, break the waves with a sword.

Lan Wen's wine sense probed towards Lan Wujiang, his expression was complicated, and he said in a dumb voice, "It's better than that, you have the ability to fight purely for spiritual power and exercises!" ”

Although I don't know why she has cultivated within a few hours, but the eighth order of Qi cultivation dares to shout with her? As long as she doesn't use that strange force, this time, she will win!

Lan Wujiang bowed his head, and his thin lips rose slightly, "Yes." ”

Coincidentally, she also wanted to try where the limit of this eighth-order Qi cultivation was.

The moon slowly approached the center, the lights on both sides were brilliant, and in the open space of the flower hall, everyone held their breath.

Several silver-shirted maids walked forward quickly, carrying various weapons, and Lan Wujiang picked up a long knife in his hand and volleyed it into the air.

The whip in Lan Wenjiu's hand was purple, and he couldn't wait to devour Lan Wujiang alive.

Lan Wenjiu squeezed the words out of his teeth and said wildly, "It's too late to beg for mercy now." ”

Lan Wujiang frowned, and the corners of his lips tugged, "Miss Lan Liu, don't flash your tongue when you say big things." ”

The wind rose, and the vortex of spiritual power caused friction under the feet of the two of them.

Lan Wenjiu strode forward, the snake scale whip in his hand flew sideways, the whip body was burning, dazzling, and the sand particles flipped and gathered upward.