For the next few days, Wei Wuxian stayed in bed and rested. Under the careful care of Lan Wangji, his body also recovered a lot
Half a month later, Wen Ruohan ordered the children of various aristocratic families to go to Qishan to listen to the training, which also confirmed that what Lan Wangji said was true
Gusu Lan Clan, Yunmeng Jiang Clan, Lanling Jin Clan, and Qinghe Nie Clan did not send their disciples there, and some slightly larger aristocratic families also decided to resist to the end. Only those small aristocratic families, fearing the anger of the Immortal Governor, sent their own The direct disciples went to Qishan to listen to the training
In the past half month, Wei Wuxian felt more and more that Lan Wuji was wrong, as if he was hiding something from himself. People who used to revolve around him sometimes couldn't see them all day long. When they came back at night, when they hugged Wei Wuxian in their arms, the sandalwood smell on their bodies became stronger and stronger, and Wei Wuxian also smelled a faint smell of blood
"Lan Zhan, what are you busy with these days?"
Wei Wuxian nestled in Lan Wangji's arms, playing with his forehead in his hand, and asked seemingly inadvertently
"Well, there are some things in the pavilion that need to be dealt with"
Wei Wuxian clearly felt Lan Wangji's body startled, he really had something to hide from him
"Lan Zhan, you said that the Yin Tiger Talisman saved me this time, but after I woke up, I didn't see it. Is it where you are?"
This time, even if Wei Wuxian couldn't see Lan Wuji's face, he could feel his panic. The hand he placed on his waist didn't tighten, and his breathing intensified
"Well, I'll keep it for you"
"Can you show me?"
"Wei Ying, the Yin Tiger Talisman is too resentful, you should not touch it, so as not to let the resentment enter the body"
"Okay."
Wei Wuxian seemed to agree obediently, but his heart was sinking more and more. Lan Wuji didn't just want to collect yin iron. In his previous life, he watched himself enter the devil's path with his own eyes. In this life, he created Wangxian Pavilion and put all the yin iron in his pocket in advance. Do you want to carry everything for him?
"Wei Ying, rest early, your body is too weak, don't think too much, I'll take you out for a walk after these few days."
Lan Wangji helped Wei Wuxian lie down, and he also lay beside him, holding him in his arms
"Hmm."
Although the two hugged each other tightly, they had their own thoughts and sleepless nights
After dawn, Lan Wangji put down the "sleeping" person in his arms gently, covered the quilt for him, and walked out lightly
Wei Wuxian opened his eyes, sat up, and a burst of dizziness hit. He sat by the bed and calmed down. When the dizziness passed, he also stood up and followed out
In a secret room behind the Forgetful Pavilion, the Yin Tiger Talisman spun in mid-air, emitting a trace of black gas. Lan Wangji tried to control him and absorb its grievances, but failed again and again, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth
"Blue Cham."
Wei Wuxian covered his mouth and called out in a low voice. Big drops of tears fell, fearing that Lan Wangji would find him, he turned around and stumbled away
In the evening, Lan Wangji, as usual, came to find Wei Wuxian as soon as he came back
"Wei Ying, are you feeling unwell today?"
"I'm fine, Lan Zhan, haven't you eaten yet?"
"Hmm."
"That's just right, I'll ask the kitchen to sit for a few dishes, and you'll have a drink with me later, okay?"
"Wei Ying, your body..."
"Oh, I told you that I'm fine, have you forgotten that I was an alcoholic in my previous life, and in this life... Lan Zhan, can you rely on me once?"
"Okay, just have a drink"
Lan Wangji saw that Wei Wuxian was in good spirits today, and his pale face was also ruddy and shiny, so he thought that he must be bored by staying in the house all day long, so he just depended on him once, anyway, he would not let him drink more
"Well, Lan Zhan, you are so kind"
Wei Wuxian scratched Lan Wangji's face and buried his head in his arms
Looking at the blue forget machine that was still poured in front of him, Wei Wuxian laughed and burst into tears
"Little old-fashioned, live again, you are still a cup poured"
After helping the man to the bed and lying down, Wei Wuxian just sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, stroking his face with his fingertips over and over again, as if he wanted to carve this face on the apex of his heart
"Lan Zhan, I'm sorry"
After a long time, he lifted the quilt, took out the Qiankun bag from Lan Wangji's arms, bowed his head and dropped a mark on his forehead, and tears fell on Lan Wangji's face one by one
"I'm leaving, you have to take good care of yourself and stop doing stupid things"
He stood up, took one last look at the person on the bed, and flew into the darkness...