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Chapter 307 Lan Xiaoli's Life Experience
"Brother?!"

Lan Xiaoli's words fell like a thunderbolt in the crowd, stunned everyone on the spot.

That noble young man who was with the perverted young man Jiang Wenhe was Lan Xiaoli's own younger brother? !

It was only then that everyone remembered that they had never heard Lan Xiaoli talk about her family background.

Could it be that Lan Xiaoli, who lives a simple life on weekdays, is actually the eldest lady of a certain big family? ?
"When I was young, my mother divorced my biological father and took me away from my hometown and came to Kyoto.

When she was working part-time, she was spotted by a rich and young man in Kyoto.

The later story is similar to the plot of many goofy novels.

That rich and young man took a fancy to my mother's body and didn't intend to give her a title.

After my mother gave birth to a boy, the rich young man disappeared from the world and never saw my mother again.

The rich and young man back then is now the head of the Lan family. "

Lan Xiaoli recounted the past in a calm tone, but everyone could clearly see that her body was trembling slightly, obviously her heart was not at peace.

"The Lan family. The Lan family of the Clover family?"

Sima Bo asked in a deep voice.

Although he was asking, he almost had the answer in his heart.

It seems that there is no blue family in Kyoto that is more famous than that blue family.

He had heard about the affairs of the current head of the Lan family from Teng Youming, but he did not expect to have something to do with Lan Xiaoli.

Lan Xiaoli nodded, and continued silently: "Perhaps he was punished for his rebellion and abandonment, and he has never had any children since then.

You should know how much a family like theirs attaches great importance to the inheritance of future generations.

Feeling the crisis of cutting off his children and grandchildren, the man finally thought of the boy my mother left him, and decided to take the boy back to Lan's house.

But at that time, my mother had already passed away due to illness.

Only my half-brother and I were left.

After finding both of us, the man wanted to take us back to Lan's house together.

Of course, I know that I am just an accessory, and he only has eyes for my younger brother.

Coupled with my mother's relationship, I have always hated him, so I refused to enter Lan's house and began to live alone.

And my younger brother was brought back by him to be raised as his heir.

Since then, separated by a high wall, our siblings have never seen each other again.

I don't want to disturb his rich and young life, and I don't want their Lan family to interfere with my civilian life."

"But your younger brother seems to still have your sister in his heart."

Duanmu Xianya sighed.

By now, they all understood who Lan Xiaoli's younger brother was.

Isn't it the boy who helped fight against Jiang Wenhe on the mountain and gave them the little lamb?
If it wasn't for helping his sister, why would he turn his back on Jiang Wenhe, a dangerous person like that?
Lan Xiaoli remained silent, with a complicated expression on her face.

Obviously, she didn't know how to treat that half-brother.

"By the way, what's his name?"

someone asked.

"[Lan Qi], the name given by my mother."

Lan Xiaoli replied without thinking much.

"Ah, it turned out to be him, Lan Qi, one of the Four Young Masters in Kyoto."

Sima Bo finally remembered the name.

"My old friend from the Fuji family told me that three of the Four Young Masters in Kyoto—Jiang Wenhe, Hua Ying, and her nephew Fuji Shuaishuai—are rotten beyond cure.

Only Lan Qi, who is still young, still has a chance to be saved. "

Listening to Sima Bo's words, everyone around secretly admired his old friend from the Fuji family.

He even bluntly said that his nephew was hopeless?
What a temper!
That night, Lan Xiaoli had a dream.

In the dream, there was a woman whose figure was familiar but whose face could not be seen clearly.

She was dressed in a white dragon robe, standing alone on the top of the mountain.

Looking up at the sky, he sighed.

The sky is gray and black.

Not a ray of light.

"Officer Lan, the foundation of the Tongtian Dynasty has been destroyed in my hands.

It's all because I was too stupid, mistrusted the man's words, and released the disaster with the secret key of the Nine Palaces, a secret treasure passed down from my ancestors.
It turns out that I have been misled by that person.

Disasters are not within the dynasty, not among the common people, let alone in the Eternal Tribulation Cult.
From beginning to end, the disaster was under that sea!

Unfortunately, everything is too late.

I made a big mistake, and like most people, I became a ridiculous tool.

I will accompany the Tongtian Dynasty to the last moment.

Now, I give you the last task in my life.

With your pen and paper, write down the traitor's name!
If there is an afterlife, I swear to avenge this!

The traitor's name is called "

"What—"

A sheep cry brought Lan Xiaoli back from her dream to reality.

"Well."

Lan Xiaoli sat up from the bed, clutching her aching head.

She was thinking, was that just a dream or a memory?

If it's a memory, why can't I see the face of that dragon robe woman clearly?

If it is a dream, why is it so real.

Who is that traitor who made the woman in her dream gnash her teeth?
"What—"

There was another sheep cry beside the bed.

It turned out to be the little blue lamb who woke up at some point.

The little guy has been sleeping since Lan Xiaoli carried him back to his room.

Now it's suddenly barking non-stop, isn't it because you're hungry?
"Little lamb, do you want to eat?"

Lan Xiaoli tried to ask questions.

But the little lamb obviously understood human speech, and nodded desperately.

This spirituality is similar to Zhenhai and the others.

What makes Lan Xiaoli difficult is that there is no grass for sheep to eat in her room.

He had no choice but to go to the next door first, and under Zhenhai's resentful eyes, he brought back a bag of dog food for the little lamb to try.

I never thought that the little lamb started to eat with gusto.

The little guy was quiet and elegant when eating, and the shiny blue wool on his body trembled slightly, rippling like sea water, like a fairy beast descending from the mortal world in a fairy tale.

The last time Lan Xiaoli was amazed was Shang Zi's little purple pony.

And that little pony has a beautiful name, Zixue.

Thinking of this, Lan Xiaoli suddenly felt a heavy burden on her shoulders.

As the most trusted person of the little lamb, she seems to have the responsibility to help the little lamb choose a nice name.

"Your hair is so beautiful, why not call you Mao Mao?"

Lan Xiaoli gently stroked the little lamb's fur, asking for the little lamb's opinion.

"What—"

The little lamb stopped eating, raised its head and let out a cry, as if it agreed with the name.

"Okay, I'll call you Mao Mao from now on."

"Maomao, remember, don't play with Zhenhai and the others, or you will be driven crazy by those little lunatics."

"Maomao, why did you show up at Lishan?"

"Maomao."

"What—"

The night is long, and the room echoes with the sound of people and sheep talking.
(End of this chapter)