"Go, go back, come back tonight"
Wei Wuxian waved his hand and closed the door, and put a talisman on the door
"Immortal Master, how is the little girl? Please save her."
Because Wei Wuxian opened and closed the door too fast, no one outside the door saw the situation inside the house
"It's okay, it's just a little evil upper body, and I'll collect it at night."
"Thank you Immortal Master, thank you Immortal Master"
Hearing Wei Wuxian's words, Li Dashan could hardly wait to kneel down for him
"I have arranged a room for you, the two immortals please come with me, and I will ask them to send you to your room for dinner"
"Hmm."
...
"Envy, what did you see?"
After the two returned to the room, Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian, whose blush on his face had not dissipated, and asked
"It's nothing, it's just that her clothes are not neat, and it's not evil that haunts her, it's ghosts"
"Cough cough cough..."
Lan Wangji coughed softly
Untidy clothes? No wonder it scared him like that
"Ghosts?"
"Well, he has been absorbing the yin energy of Miss Li for cultivation. I am afraid that he has not really been with her... with her, otherwise Miss Li's soul would have been scattered long ago. After all, she is still a woman who has not left the cabinet. It is inconvenient for me to ruin her reputation, so I told them that it is evil."
"Oh."
Lan Wangji bowed his head and said nothing
"Lan Zhan, don't worry, little ghost, I'll take it with a finger"
Wei Wuxian thought that Lan Yueji didn't speak because he was worried about himself, afraid that he couldn't handle the ghost, so he comforted him without speaking
"Hmm."
"What's wrong with you?"
Lan Zhan is wrong
"No."
Lan Wangji turned her head away from Wei Wuxian, but her ears turned red quietly
"What's wrong with you?"
"You... you saw her... she"
Lan Wangji hesitated and couldn't say it, but Wei Wuxian understood
"Hahaha, silly Lan Zhan, are you jealous?"
Being seen through the mind, Lan Wanji even blushed as if he was about to drip blood
"No."
"And you said no, it's clearly written on your face, I'm jealous, I'm very unhappy -- ah! Lan Zhan, what are you doing?"
Wei Wuxian was violently pressed onto the couch by Lan Wangji
"Xian Xian, do you know that you are wrong?"
"Ah~ Lan Zhan, let me go, how could I know what was inside? If I had known earlier, I would have closed my eyes"
The heavy breathing passed into Wei Wuxian's ears, making him run away without thinking, but his wrist was firmly grasped
It's over, I can't keep my waist anymore...
"Lan Zhan, listen to my explanation, it's not like she's not wearing no clothes, she just shows her shoulders and... uh uh uh... blue... uh"
"Envy, don't look at others... not to mention shoulders... not fingers... envy... envy... my..."
...
As Lan Yuji wished, night fell, Wei Wuxian wore Chen Qing on his waist, held casually in his hand, covered his eyes with a black cloth, and walked out of the guest room with his old waist that was about to break off
On Miss Li's roof, Wei Wuxian was dressed in red, his hair fluttered in the wind, Chen Qing reached his lips, and the strange sound of the flute slowly flowed out...
"Ah!!!"
As a woman's wailing sounded, Wei Wuxian jumped off the roof and tore off the black cloth that was covering his eyes
"Go, she's alright"
"Thank you Immortal Master, I have someone prepare a feast, please come."
"Hmm."
After speaking to Li Dashanren and his wife, who came out of the corner trembling, Wei Wuxian walked away expressionlessly, but he held his waist at the corner and exclaimed in pain
"Hiss... Smelly Lan Zhan, won't you be gentle?"
"Envy, what are you talking about"
"Ah!!!!"
A low, cold voice came from behind, and Wei Wuxian jumped out of the distance in fright
"Lan Zhan? Why didn't you come out of the room? You scared me to death"
"If I don't come out, how will I know that you are scolding me?"
Lan Wangji took a few steps forward and took the person into his arms
"Are you scared? I'm sorry"
"Well, feel it, my heart is beating so fast, my waist hurts, and my feet are sore..."
Wei Wuxian, who was killed by the flute just now, disappeared, and the three-year-old Xiaoxian who was nestled in Lan Wangji's arms became a weak and unable to take care of herself
"I carry you"
"Okay, okay."
Under the moonlight, the backs of the two were pulled for a long time...
