On the way to the City Lord's Mansion, Song Lanyi's anger had subsided.

She could feel that she was dominated by emotions before, and she did not treat this Yama Seven Highness with a completely rational attitude.

But even so, she has no regrets.

In life, how can you be rational in everything?

It also depends on who and what is right.

Just as he was thinking about it, His Royal Highness Yan Luo San beside him suddenly made a straight face and scolded: "Stupid! ”

Song Lanyi was stunned.

Could it be that this big brother has come to declare his personal vendetta?

She was secretly on guard, but she always felt that she was thinking crookedly......

Why do you want to be crooked......

She frowned in thought.

But before she could think deeply, she saw the Third Highness stretching a face, and said with a look of hatred for iron and steel, "Even the brainless one of the seventh is also worthy of your anger?" Everything is decided and then moved, aren't you the pride of the human race? Why is it so ...... Intention? ”

Yan Santang originally wanted to say "no brain", but considering that he was only meeting Song Lanyi for the first time, it would be too straightforward to say this, so when the words came to his lips, he had to change his words.

After listening to this, Song Lanyi was not annoyed, but glanced at Yan Santang strangely.

"You know me?"

Yan Santang's face changed suddenly, with a cold face, he shook his head again and again in denial, "I, Yan Santang, have been staying in Tianmen City all the time, how can I know you?" Don't talk nonsense! ”

Song Lanyi nodded and let out a meaningful "oh".

Yan Santang only felt that the green tendons on his forehead were bulging and jumping.

The more Song Lanyi was like this, the more sure he was that Song Lanyi had already guessed something.

The two of them walked in silence.

When he was about to arrive at the City Lord's Mansion, Song Lanyi suddenly chuckled lightly and said meaningfully, "Yan Santang, Crab Eighteen...... Your name is similar to the name of an old friend of mine. ”

Hearing this, Yan Santang was tense, only to feel that his scalp was about to explode, and the white hairs behind him were dripping with sweat.

Suddenly, an unbelievable thought rose in his heart...... Song Lanyi, she found out?!

However, he obviously didn't expose anything, huh?

At the moment when Yan Santang's pupils shrank suddenly, Song Lanyi keenly captured this moment.

Now, she can be regarded as smiling sincerely.

Only then did Yan Santang react with hindsight, and he ...... Wearing Song Lanyi's way.

He pursed his lips with a cold face, not daring to say another word.

Crab Eighteen, a fool, had never told him before, this young nineteenth sister was so observant.

Nothing to say all the way.

Until he came to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, Song Lanyi looked at this ordinary ancient courtyard, which was full of desolation.

It is completely different from the palaces of those fake Emperor Xudu in the Southern Yin Division.

But the strange thing is that compared with those neatly stacked palaces, this small courtyard has a more majestic sense of being polished by the years.

She stopped, turned sideways, looked at Yan Santang, and said with a smile, "Third brother, let's send it here." Brother Eighteen, I have to bother you to take care of it more. ”

Yan Santang was a little uncomfortable, and after a long time, he revealed a hint of tone, and said thoughtfully, "Don't be too nervous, and don't play any trick......s."

After a pause, he pointed to the sky, meaning something, "In the eyes of the city lord, everything that has been done must be traced, don't think about what lies to say." ”

Song Lanyi felt that Yan Santang was not a person who opened his mouth.

Hearing his words, Song Lanyi's heart sank, and he couldn't help but feel a little more curious about this city lord who had never met before, but who had hands and eyes to the sky.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

There was a knock on the door of the small courtyard.

When a gust of wind passed, it seemed that fallen leaves were rolled up in the courtyard, and the rustle of leaves rubbing against each other was heard.

"Enter." ，

A low, magnetic voice sounded in Song Lanyi's ears.

The patina lock of the ancient courtyard was knocked on in response, as if welcoming visitors from afar.

Only a "squeak" was heard, and the door slowly opened.

Song Lanyi walked slowly into the ancient courtyard, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that there was a simple stone table and stone chair on the wet green steps, stretching upward.

I saw a man with a vicissitudes of life, slightly white temples, and frost-like eyebrows, sitting on a stone chair.

He wore a black coat behind his back, and the sleeve under the other shoulder was empty.

The man lowered his head and stroked the long knife in his hand.

He only raised his head when he heard footsteps coming from far and near.

The moment he saw Song Lanyi, Xu was because the backlight was too dazzling, he subconsciously squinted his eyes, and muttered in a low voice, "It's really like......"

Really?

Like what?

Song Lanyi was puzzled, but he didn't show it.

According to the etiquette of the human race, she bowed to the city lord before getting up, "Song Lanyi of the human race, I have seen the city lord of Tianmen City. ”

"Heavenly Gate City Lord?" The inky man looked up and let out a low laugh from his throat.

But I don't know why, Song Lanyi listened to it in his ears, but it was full of desolation.

A long sigh seemed to be sighing something: "Tianmen City...... Actually, it's been a long time since then. ”

After speaking, the man in ink took out a pot of boiling tea out of nowhere, and the white vapor was thick and formed a white mist.

He said calmly, "Sit." ”

Although Song Lanyi didn't figure out the number of ways, out of the intuition of the beast, he still sat down obediently, and even put his hands on his knees in a regular manner, like a well-behaved elementary school student.

Because in her opinion, the feeling that this Heavenly Gate City Lord brought to her was even more terrifying than the feeling that Mo Sheng felt in front of her.

This kind of horror does not mean that there is a feeling of a landslide and the ground cracking in an instant.

It's the silence before the blizzard, the silence before the eruption.

There is a sense of returning to the basics without momentum.

The city lord poured a cup of tea, handed it to Song Lanyi, and made a "please" action.

The tea is emerald green.

Song Lanyi drank a cup lightly.

The dark and deep eyes of the city lord of Tianmen City looked straight at Song Lanyi, as if he wanted to see the bottom of her heart.

He suddenly asked, "What do you think of this tea...... What does it taste like? ”

Song Lanyi was stunned, "Is this tea?" It doesn't seem to smell much. ”

This time it was the turn of the city lord, who had been calm all along, and was stunned.

After a long time, a chuckle escaped from his mouth, "Throughout the ages, there have been people who have drunk my cup of tea, and there are people who are more talented than you. ”

"They've all tasted this cup of tea. Some say that the tea is sour and unpalatable, some say bitter, and even fishy, spicy, fresh and sweet, and all the flavors of life seem to be contained in the taste of this cup of tea. But your answer is unique. ”

In the end, the lord seemed to recall the previous answer.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile slightly, "How can you use only one flavor to cover all the flavors of life?" After a thousand sails, it is better than a glass of colorless and tasteless white water. It's just that I have doubts, with your experience, how can you achieve such a transparent mentality? ”

(End of chapter)