Lan Qiren looked at such a nephew, not knowing what to think, or rather, what to say. Lan Xichen saw that it was completely different from the one standing beside him now, and Lan Wuji was a little in a trance. Since the death of his mother, Lan Wuji has become a walking iceberg. Maybe this opportunity can change the character of Yuji, Lan Xichen thought. Wei Wuxian was like the female cultivator on the side. Looking at the smile on the corner of Lan Wuji's mouth, he became more and more obsessed, and the temperature on his face gradually rose. Wei Wuxian claimed that his skin was thicker than the city wall. At this time, his face was like a daughter's spring, and his little face was flushed, obviously because he was fascinated by Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji had an indifferent look on one side, and no one knew the surging emotions in his heart at this time.
[The music is gradually rising, Lan Wangji closes her eyes, counting the beats in her heart. Follow the backing track and start singing. "The clouds are deep and the night is still young, and the bright moon and the breeze are blowing around my heart. One person looks at the snow, and sees all the past and the past." Lan Wangji's voice is magnetic and a little low. In one word, the beautiful ears are about to become pregnant.]
< Hanguang-kun is so affectionate, his voice is so beautiful >
< Come on, give me the paper, my nosebleed is gushing out. >
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"Ah." The female cultivator's reaction was fierce. Their faces were all bright red, and the screams they emitted made people less anxious. Lan Wangji could only feel a roar in his ears.
["Tianzi of Gusu, laughing and burying the snow to hide the splendor alone, the sound of the piano in the quiet room is far away, and he plays a song to ask the echo of the spiritual sky. Are you still asking? Ask the madness of the people in the future, who is in the distance, asking how much black and white the old man in the world has been ruined? Can you still forget? Yunsheng promised a vast number of people, where is you? We will never forget each other." Lan Wangji's voice seemed to be a little sad, as if he had returned to the three-year endless waiting at that time.]
< This style of music is so sad!!! >
< He never thought that the ancestor would come back. He originally thought that he would not have anyone by his side in the future. He thought that he would ask forever. >
< Woohoo... Don't talk about it upstairs, it's too sad. >
< For one person to enter the world, I will also go when people go, and I will leave no dust in this life. >
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