In the bedroom, Lan Wujiang changed out of the white cicada coat and put on the middle coat, and then stared at the skirt full of wardrobes and frowned.

The white tender fingers frozen in mid-air didn't know which one to take for a while.

Su's fingers were held by slender hands.

Lan Wujiang turned around and saw Feng Zhao appear behind her, holding a set of his own miniature robes and raising eyebrows at her.

"Wear this." He carefully looked at Lan Wujiang's facial features after transformation, and his eyes were burning.

Lan Wujiang took a step back in a panic, but Feng Zhao's clothes had been stuffed in her arms, she trembled, and saw Feng Zhao carrying a pair of soft boots.

"I'll help you?" He chuckled, amusing Lan Wujiang's face flushed.

was about to excuse himself, but he didn't have time to resist at all, and in an instant, Feng Zhao put on a robe for Lan Wujiang without a teacher, and wrapped his belt around her waist to tie her belt.

Seeing that he was dressed properly, he directly hugged Lan Wujiang and walked to the dresser.

Lan Wujiang let out a soft snort, his fingers unconsciously grabbed Feng Zhao's shoulder, Shui Ling's eyes flickered, and he saw that his black hair and Feng Zhao's white hair were intertwined, and the fragrance of plants and trees and sandalwood were also mixed together, and the sound of breathing became subtle.

Feng Zhao lowered his head, put Lan Wujiang on the cushion, pulled out a white brocade gold silk dark pattern hairband from the cuff, and gently tied up Lan Wujiang's hair, Lan Wujiang's nerves were tense, and he couldn't say anything to refuse for a while.

"You ......" Her eyelashes trembled, Feng Zhao knelt down on one knee in front of her, holding a boot in his hand, looking at Lan Wujiang with a smile, and the magnetic voice was so magnetic that Lan Wujiang couldn't think.

"Do you want me to put socks on you?" He glanced at Lan Wujiang's two little feet exposed outside his robe, his toes were rounded and curled, and the color of the shell armor was ruddy, trembling and trembling, pitiful.

Lan Wujiang quickly picked up the socks and put them on himself, and before he could take the next step, he was held by Feng Zhao's feet, and the soft boots were gently put on.

"Go, I'll accompany you." He stood up and rubbed Lan Wujiang's head, Lan Wujiang's eyes contained mist, and he was about to hold Feng Zhao's hand, but Feng Zhao turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared in front of her eyes.

The heart is heavy.

The glass window creaked in the wind, and the urging of the maid came from outside the door, Lan Wujiang lifted the cold plum sword, the white robe flew up, and strode out of Qinghuan Building.

She also blooms like a cold plum, proud and never gives in.

The fourteenth day of rebirth and the pain of separation of flesh and bone are all the price of becoming stronger.

She has to stand on a high place, and she must be able to bear the countless disasters of the future, bloody wind and rain, and straighten her back.

In the backyard of the Zongling Hall, a wide open space and a group of disciples came into view, and a stone platform similar to the competition platform stood in the center, and the elders and family heads had already arrived, but Lan He was nowhere to be seen......

Lan Wujiang stepped forward and drew his signature paper, and the four words of the three groups of seven were particularly eye-catching.

She played the third group of three in the first round.

There are a total of 100 children from the Lan family, each game is divided into ten groups, and half of the ten groups are brushed off and the second competition is played with the same rules.

Those who survive five rounds will advance to the finals.

The Lan family's game rules are not close to people, but they are also the most direct way to select the capable.

"Sister!" Lan Xiaowu walked over with a smile when he saw Lan Wujiang, holding the sign in his hand and not opening it.

"I'm not here these days, how are you doing?" Lan Wujiang raised his eyebrows, and the fragrance of spiritual grass on his body surrounded the tip of Lan Xiaowu's nose.

Lan Xiaowu's lips moved, and he gently held Lan Wujiang's hand, his eyes were blazing, "I won't be happy for a day without my sister." ”

Lan Wujiang sneered, and Lan Xiaowu took advantage of the situation to throw herself into Lan Wujiang's arms and coquettishly, "So sister, don't leave me, okay?"

Lan Wujiang rubbed Lan Xiaowu's head, his eyes bent into crescents.