[Magic Dao Patriarch] Acacia

The shadows of the trees were whirling, the crescent moon was like a hook, Lan Sizhui stood hesitantly outside the door of the cold room, the white air out of his mouth melted into the cold mist.

Nothing went wrong at the dinner party, but what happened after the party made him fall into an ice cellar—at that time Nie Chengluan pulled him aside with a sad face, and lowered his voice: "Lan Yuan, I'm sorry for you!"

Lan Sizhui frowned and said, "Miss, what the hell are you doing?"

Nie Chengluan bowed his head and muttered: "I'm sorry. Didn't the head of your Lan family come to toast at that time, no, toast the medicine soup? I asked him to appreciate my new magic weapon, the five-color clock, but he put a cup, When I picked it up again, I accidentally drank the cup of Wuma and let Alayashi pass it. Hey, why do you say that the cups of your Lan family's night banquet are all exactly the same..."

Lan Sizhui only felt a buzzing in his head, and felt that the blood in his body was cold for an instant, but he came back to his senses in an instant, grabbed Nie Chengluan with both hands like iron tongs, and gritted his teeth: "Bring the antidote!"

Nie Chengluan cried out in pain loudly, causing the passing disciples to look sideways, but Lan Sizhui didn't care about the eyes of others at the moment, his strength in his hands increased, and the aggressive look in his eyes scared the third lady into a shudder, she shouted: "I don't want to either. Ah, you can't blame me, Mr. Zewu took the cup by himself... There is no antidote for this, don't you know?"

At this moment, she also regretted whether she had made too much of a joke, but the arrow had already been fired, and there was no way to take it back.

Lan Sizhui pushed her away, turned around and left.He was extremely worried and angry, and felt that if something happened to Mr. Zewu, not to mention Qinghe Nie's family and Motuo Tantric School, even if they were enemies of the whole world, he might be able to do it.It's just that there are priorities, and it's useless to blame her at this time.I had to take a look at that person's situation before making any plans.

He walked so fast that he missed the conversation between Nie Chengluan and Bai Wuma later.

"Wuma, I, did I do something wrong? I'm a little scared..."

"Don't be afraid, Lan, there are some."

"Yes, what's the matter? You don't mean that Mr. Zewu also has feelings for Lan Yuan, do you? My God!"

Seeing the way White Tungsten Ma solemnly nodded, Nie Chengluan's eyes lit up again, and she covered her throbbing heart: "That, that's really great! Although I can't believe it at all, but thinking about it back then Hanguang-jun actually fell in love with Yiling patriarch! Hey, in the Lan family, such a thing is really hard to say."

Bai Wuma thought for a while, and then said: "Lan, I don't know."

……

Looking at the flickering candles in the window of the cold room, Lan Sizhui's courage to break in seemed drained—at this moment, the night was heavy with dew, and it was already impolite to come here. .

Lord Haohua is gentle and amiable on weekdays, and he is decisive when things happen. As long as he touches Lord Zewu even a little bit, he will be uneasy and toss and turn.

However, this matter cannot be delayed, and the record in the secret volume of Zangshu Pavilion is still in front of my eyes: "Alayashi, the secret medicine used by Medog Tantric women to boost their cultivation. If a righteous practitioner takes it by mistake, it will be like a love potion. Immediately have intercourse with the man to relieve it, otherwise, the spiritual energy will be blocked and the cultivation base will be useless, and the blood will be reversed, and life may be in danger..."

No one answered when he knocked on the door, even when he pushed the door, he didn't move, he looked closely and found that there was a restraint, but it was not secure, obviously it was done hastily.Lan Sizhui only felt anxious, he turned the piano in his hand, and flicked it with his right hand, as the sound of clear and clear sounds, there was a soft cracking sound from inside the door, and the door of the cold room opened in response.

Lan Sizhui walked through the hall and went straight into the inner room, but saw that the bedding on the couch was in disarray, while the formerly cold and ascetic suzerain was sitting curled up on the cold ground with his back leaning on a couch foot, the collar of his formerly meticulous uniform had been ripped open. The gap reveals a seductive collarbone and a slender neck.And there was a strong musky smell with a fishy smell that men would be familiar with floating in the air.

Painful and anxious, Lan Sizhui rushed forward, picked up his suzerain, put him gently on the couch, leaned over and said, "Xichen, are you alright?"

In his desperation, for the first time, he called out the name that he had recited thousands of times in his heart.However, Lan Xichen no longer has the energy to pay attention to the ambiguity of this appellation. His black hair is disheveled, his face is flushed, his eyes are unfocused, and Lan Sizhui is so close to him, it's like hearing each other and smelling each other.The masculine scent of the young man with a bit of cedar smell rushed into his nostrils uncontrollably.

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