Bend that ghost

The man in white who was supposed to be lying in the coffin was sitting, with his elbows resting on the coffin board, and he looked at them with a half-smile while resting his cheeks. His ink-like eyes seemed to be joking, but there was no warmth in them, and his posture was lazy. There was a sense of coquettishness, but more of the aura of a high-ranking emperor. His gaze was fixed on Wen Zhijiang, and he bent his lips and smiled: "Good job."

The low and magnetic voice rolled out from the thin pale lips like jade beads. It was clearly a word of appreciation, but he wanted to say it in a tone of charity.

Wen Zhijiang looked at the man in white clothes who looked like a gentleman in cold jade, but absurdly and for no reason thought of a word-red lotus.

Yes, what white clothes?What cold jade?

She had a face that was comparable to a fox demon that would harm the country, even if she wore white clothes, she didn't have that spotless temperament.

He is clearly a red lotus, like a red lotus burning with flames, wrapped in that seemingly ethereal white dress is the arrogance and coquettish engraved in his bones.

I don't know what this man meant, but Wen Zhijiang quickly analyzed the situation. He didn't feel any hostility, and after a little hesitation, he responded pertinently: "Thank you."

The man raised his eyebrows with great interest, and suddenly turned his head slightly, lowering his eyes, revealing his neck, which was so fair that he could see the blue veins clearly. In an instant, his arrogance and coquettishness seemed to fade away, and even his expression softened like a Wang Chunshui quietly watched the other man in the coffin.

I don't know the so-called four people suddenly turned into kilowatt light bulbs, and the four people looked at each other in dismay—it was a bloody and weird horror movie just now, and they switched to the warm channel after a while? !

The white-clothed man's stare didn't last long. He hugged the person directly in his arms, as if he was treating a peerless treasure with care, his eyes were so serious that what he was holding in his arms was not a person, but... Faith.

He raised his head, turned his eyes between Wen Zhijiang and Lu Li, and then looked at Wen Zhijiang with a half-smile. When he looked at people, he always liked to lift his jaw a little, with a condescending and arrogant attitude, with a look of me and Lu Li. What you say is to flatter you.

Wen Zhijiang is unwilling to deal with this kind of person, but it doesn't mean he will lower his head. Even though he slightly raised his head and looked at the people on the altar, his eyes were cold and he didn't budge.He is withdrawn by nature, but it is undeniable that he is equally arrogant, his arrogance is a lonely and cold arrogance.

So the two were in a stalemate, and the other three didn't understand what happened. Why did the dead man in the coffin sit up in a blink of an eye?Still staring at Wen Zhijiang? !Could this be their inhuman unique way of greeting? !

Qiao Mu winked at Lu Li - hey, take care of your wife!What are you doing? !

Lu Li glanced at him coolly, the disgust in his eyes expressed exactly what he meant - shut up, you'll be honest!

Seeing that Lu Li had nothing to worry about, Qiao Mu stopped making fun of himself, but he didn't relax his vigilance - this man in white was very dangerous.

Lu Li was also on guard against any possible situation, but he always felt that the man in white had a familiar feeling, which even made him have an unreasonable idea - he would not hurt them.

As soon as this idea popped up, even Lu Li himself found it inconceivable.

One second before Wen Zhijiang decided to speak, the man in white said first, "My name is Wen Yuan."

Lu Li showed a clear expression, and then became a little subtle - Yuan, it's so wonderful.

Surprise flashed across Wen Zhijiang's eyes, Wen Yuan? !My surname is Wen, and I thought to myself that it's no wonder he insisted on grabbing me, and said without changing his expression, "Wen Zhijiang."

Wen Yuan looked at Wen Zhijiang with a bit of regret in his eyes, then glanced at Lu Li thoughtfully, and said with great interest: "The Wen family doesn't practice the Wen family's lineage, but instead makes an appointment with an outsider who has practiced the Wen family's lineage." Agreed, tsk, interesting."

Lu Li frowned, "I will pass on his Dharma lineage, the current him is more suitable for the Yinshan Dharma lineage." After a pause, he continued, "He is more suitable than a living person."

Wen Yuan's hand gently caressed the cheek of the man in his arms, with some doubts in his phoenix eyes, he expressed his doubts with a rising final voice: "Yinshan Famai?"

Lu Li pondered for a moment, then said, "...Probably it's the Wen family's lineage you're talking about."

Seeing Wen Yuan's obviously confused expression, Lu Li frowned, and suddenly became suspicious. Even he didn't know exactly when the Yinshan faction appeared. He thought that the Yinshan faction was related to Maoshan Shangqing or Longhushan. The master's school is similar, but it seems that it is not the case now.

Even Lu Li didn't know about it, and Wen Zhijiang was even more confused. The two looked at each other, and after exchanging glances, they both found the confusion and confusion in each other's eyes helplessly.

The corner of Qiao Mu's mouth twitched, why did he feel that the scene in front of him was unusually harmonious - a family of three in a daze.Seeing the person in Wen Yuan's arms, Qiao Mu touched his chin—maybe...the four.

"It seems..." Wen Yuan's thin lips curled slightly, his low voice was a bit deceptive, his head was slightly lowered so that people could not see his expression clearly, "I slept for a long time, a dream for a thousand years ah……"

Standing among a pile of skeletons and talking to a man sitting in a coffin, Lu Li said very seriously, "Senior, are you sure you really just... sleep?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the black coffin meaningfully, his body froze suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and he glanced at Wen Zhijiang at his side indiscriminately.

Wen Zhijiang withdrew the hand that had just squeezed Lu Li's waist without changing his face, and rubbed his fingertips lightly. The texture of the muscles was still clear through the material of the cloth, and it felt good.Noticing Lu Li's vague gaze, he immediately squinted his eyes and looked back - so much nonsense, can you not cause trouble? !

Lu Li showed an innocent expression - I'm telling the truth.

Wen Zhijiang raised his eyebrows—do you want to do it again? !

Lu Li is being honest, the young master's hands are not weak, the place where he was pinched is still hurting, there must be bruises.

Wen Zhijiang and Lu Li's eye contact fell into Wen Yuan's eyes, and it became a subtle flirtatious, and his expression became subtle immediately, a flash of vitality flashed in his phoenix eyes, then he lowered his head to look at the handsome but lifeless man in his arms. Face, a touch of sadness is fleeting.

"At least I'm awake now." Wen Yuan evoked a frivolous smile, inadvertently showing nobility, his slender and well-proportioned hands kept stroking the cheeks of the man in his arms, and whispered softly from his thin lips: "Lian'er, you... ...why bother..."

Wen Zhijiang keenly saw the fleeting grief and mourning in Wen Yuan's eyes, and couldn't help being stunned.

Wen Yuan's sadness is not fake, why bother to see him and that Lian'er lying in the same coffin until their death, the meaning is self-evident.Reminiscent of the record related to Yuan Shang, Wen Zhijiang only came to one conclusion—as expected, the record is too unreliable.