Xuan Lan Zhenren raised his feet and walked towards the carriage.

Yang Fan looked at Xuan Lan and An Ping, who had somehow walked far ahead, and sighed helplessly. Obviously, you can shrink the ground into inches and take me with you.

City Lord Yang resigned himself to picking up the heavy dress on his body, he already knew that he would not look so good in it.

Yang City Lord trotted all the way, and when Deng Deng Deng arrived at the side of the carriage, An Ping stared at the young man who was held in his arms with an ugly face.

This is...... Snatching?

An Ping raised his hand and was about to twist the trick, when he felt the dust hit his hand.

Xuan Lan real person?

An Ping withdrew his hands and looked at the cyan figure in front of him suspiciously. The soul and the body are not compatible, and it is impossible for a real person not to see it, but there is no need for a real person to take action in such a trivial matter.

There was no special look on Xuan Lan's real face, no sadness or joy. At this moment, with a light wave of the dust, a ray of light flew out of the dust, enveloping the young man's body.

Fluorescence?

An Ping lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

As the light faded, the boy could be heard.

"Dog!" Uncle Zhang hugged the boy excitedly, and the kneeling child next to him crawled over, "You're awake!"

Before the words fell, the two of them were about to kowtow to the immortal master, "Thank you immortal master!"

"Get up!" Xuan Lan stretched out her hand to stop the two of them and turned to leave.

An Ping hesitated, then turned to follow.

Before he could lift his feet, he saw the admission letter flying around the square towards him.

Yes, it's time for this to end.

An Ping raised his hand to meet the admission letter that flew over. Pieces of letters flew behind him, bypassing the outstretched hand.

Huh, it's them!

The boy who was held in his arms was waking up leisurely at this moment.

Ranko opened his eyes in a trance, and saw a glittering piece of paper stop in front of him.

What is it?

Reaching out to take it, I found that I was being held in my arms by an uncle in ancient costume, and the back of my head hurt so much!

╭(°A°`)╮！

Who am I!?Where am I!?

As if waiting too long, Ranko watched the piece of paper shake in the air a few times, then turned and began to squeeze into her hand.

And this kind of operation!?

Before Lan Ke could react, he heard an excited child's voice next to him, "Dog, dog!! We've both chosen!!Look at you, look at it! There's my name on it!"

Lanke was too curious, but he was held in his arms and couldn't move.

As if seeing her thoughts, the uncle gently put her down, and only slowly let go of his hand after she stood firm.

Only then did Lan Ke see the little child who had just made a sound. It was a boy, skinny and small, and he looked like he was eight or nine years old. It should have just fallen, and his face was full of snot and tears.

Still with red eyes, the child grinned and handed his paper to her face, "Look, look!"

"Zheng Tiezhu?"

"Yes, yes, dog, look at yours!"

Lan Ke suddenly resisted a little in his heart.

After all, I picked up the paper, and saw a pavilion gradually emerging on the snow-white paper, and two crooked words appeared on the pavilion.

After carefully identifying it for a long time, Lan Ke let out a sigh of relief, ugly is ugly, but it's still his own name.

"Hey, Lanke, dog, you don't call a dog!" Zheng Tiezhu asked as he wiped the snot off his face with his cuffs.

Lanco replied vaguely, "Well, Daimyo. ”

"What a nice name!"

Lan Ke looked at the letter in his hand over and over again, Zhang Tiezhu looked at the names of the two back and forth excitedly, An Ping took back the extra admission letter, and the city lord Yang ran towards the stage again.

For a while, no one noticed that Uncle Zhang next to him had an instantly stiff expression when he heard the name. This middle-aged man, who had just gently hugged the boy, was like a dead wood that had lost its life, and was about to disappear into the wind in an instant.