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It was as if a stream of cool nectar flowed into the bottom of his heart, instantly overflowing his whole body, Yan Cang felt that all the pores were stretched, and the drunkenness was reduced a lot.

What a sweet voice!

Yan Cang turned his head, and saw a man in white clothes standing behind him, with a high crown and hair tied up, the white clothes were like snow.The clothes were really white, even the dark patterns on the hem were embroidered with white silk thread, without any variegated color.

Yan Cang is so insolent, he never changed his red clothes even on the battlefield, as long as the enemy soldiers see that flaming red, their hearts will be moved three points first.

This person loves beauty, likes smug beauty, and was amazed by someone other than himself for the first time, and he was also a man.

He has never seen anyone who can wear white so gracefully. White clothes are the most picky, especially this kind of white without any embellishments.Yan Cang couldn't help imagining that if it was the old bustard who was dressed in white, he would probably become a poor widowed woman; The fat man next to him who was drooling at him was all white, and the newly released steamed stuffed buns were all slimmer than him; if he was all white...

Forget it, let's not insult this transcendent color and this transcendent person!

The position of the heart jerked, and the drunkenness went away for another five minutes. Yan Cang saw the man raise his hand, and the jade pendant, which was worth a lot of money at first sight, was thrown into the hand of the bustard.

The old bustard suddenly laughed and turned into a spring flower, Yan Cang wanted to rush forward to snatch the jade pendant back.

The man's calm eyes met Yan Cang's: "Let's go!" Yan Cang just followed the man out of Yirenju, his brain seemed to be on strike, and he forgot to think.That figure seemed to have some magical power, he saw it, and he was reluctant to move away.

The street was deserted, and a drunk was coming towards him cursing and swearing. He was about to run into the man, but the man's figure flashed, and the man had passed a foot away, and the drunk gave a confused cry: "Damn it? "

Yan Cang's eyes fell on the back in front of him, and he suddenly realized that he was wrong. Rather than saying that this person is aloof and refined, it is better to say that he is cold and aloof.

His pace was not too fast or slow, but he never stopped to look at the people behind him. He kept walking, as if he would never stop when he went to the end of time. He would always walk alone without a companion. , will not stop.

"Are you Qing Lan?" As soon as these words came out, for some reason, Yan Cang's eyes became hot, and his heart also became hot, swollen and sour.

The figure in front finally stopped.

Yan Cang chased after him, stood opposite the man, and asked again with great certainty: "Are you Qinglan?"

In fact, he didn't remember Qinglan, he didn't even remember his own future and past events, but when he saw this person, the name Qinglan jumped out like that, and Yan Cang was shocked by the urgency.

Qing Lan nodded slightly: "I am Qing Lan."

When Yan Cang met his dark eyes, time seemed to stand still. Is the 500-year reincarnation just for these eyes?Cold, lonely, without waves.But a heart was moved, torn, desperate, grabbed hold of it, broke in, planted the fire, and burned with him.

Qinglan, Qinglan, Qinglan...

Yan Cang looked at this handsome and proud face with no desires or desires, and searched desperately in his mind, but he still didn't have any memory. He was obviously a stranger, but the sense of familiarity as if he had known him for thousands of years came over his face.

The two were very close, and the pine-flavored cold breath overflowing from Qinglan's body was so familiar, as if it had been engraved in her mind, and with the damn reincarnation, she had completely forgotten it.

Yan Cang especially wanted to get his mind off. The moment he saw Qing Lan, he had an inexplicable longing for the memory of 500 years ago.

A voice told him, Yan Cang, you shouldn't forget this person, you shouldn't forget...

Qinglan seemed to see through his mind, and told him calmly: "You don't have to force yourself to think about anything, unless you wake up, you won't be able to remember the memories of your previous life."

"That's it!" Yan Cang's bright face is full of loneliness, awakening, Xin Mo said that he will not be awakened until he has cultivated to a certain level, but now that his dragon veins have been cut off, how should he cultivate?

"Qinglan, what was our relationship 500 years ago? Why do I feel so familiar even though I don't remember you?"

Qinglan's gaze fell to the pitch-black sky: "500 years ago, you were Lord Long, the lord of Wuye Palace, and I am Zhenjun Yuji of Yuji Mountain. We are good immortal friends."

"Oh..." There was a touch of disappointment in the tone, only immortal friend, Yan Cang, there is a person with such a mark dangling in front of his eyes, but he is actually only immortal friend, he despises him.

"Let's go!" Qing Lan moved forward, unwilling to talk more.Yan Cang guessed, judging by the attitude of this person who cherishes words like gold, he probably thinks that he will remember everything after awakening anyway, so he is too lazy to tell stories at this time.Little did he know that Qinglan's real intention was not to want the events of 500 years ago to affect his practice in this life, after all, it is not a glorious thing to fall into the evil way.

When the two returned to the inn, Xin Mo came out in a hurry. It seemed that he found someone missing and came out to look for him.

Seeing Xin Mo, Yan Cang paused, and then belatedly remembered what good deeds he had done, visiting a brothel and having no money to pay bills, isn't this too embarrassing?And I lost face in front of Qinglan...

Qinglan, such a pure and pure person actually went to the brothel to pay the bill for herself, and saw how stupid she was almost sold after being drunk, God, strike me with lightning!

Yan Cang looked at Qing Lan's back with a stiff face, not noticing Xin Mo's cold eyes that almost shattered the moment he saw Qing Lan.

Qing Lan glanced at it lightly, and Xin Mo calmly dispelled the motion of bowing down, and stood aside respectfully, without even looking at Yan Cang.

Yan Cang came to his senses and was so annoyed that he ran to Xin Mo angrily, and said preemptively, "Damn it, why don't you take good care of me? You made me go to the brothel to drink, and Qing Lan caught me, hateful, extremely hateful. "

Surprise flashed across Xin Mo's eyes, and then he hooked his lips: "You deserve it!"

Yan Cang was dumbfounded, and Xin Mo laughed?This ruthless big black wolf can actually laugh?

"Damn it, are you still laughing? Just laugh when you see me being unlucky. Believe it or not, I'll burn your wolf hair off?"

"Can you still control the fire?" Xin Mo snorted coldly, Qing Lan had already entered the inn, and he hurriedly followed.

The dragon's veins are broken, the spells are gone, it's not King Yan anymore, and even Momo doesn't care about us anymore.Yan Cang sighed, thinking that the meeting between him and Qinglan 500 years later turned out to be a brothel, he suddenly felt that life was not good at all, he was so sad that even the red clothes lost their color.

Upstairs, Qing Lan and Xin Mo were standing on the corridor.

"Zhenjun, this upper room is prepared for you. I can just take it for one night." Although Xin Mo's expression is still cold, Yan Cang has never seen the respectful attitude revealed in his words. Surprised once.

How proud is Xin Mo?He knew that he had a lot of background 500 years ago. Although he was dedicated to his duties during the years of being together, the way they got along was more like equals, and Xin Mo threw face at him more than once.

What kind of gentleman is Yuji Zhenjun?Are you more amazing than yourself?Yan Cang is quite curious, we are real mortals now, mortals are always curious about gods and immortals.

Yan Cang also finds it interesting to see Xin Mo like this, but there is no other way, seeing the big black wolf respectful to Qing Lan, Yan Cang's bad taste has been greatly satisfied, as for the matter of being arrested for visiting brothels, Qing Lan is a god , so busy, I guess I will forget it when I wake up!

"That's good, Qing Lan and I will share a room. The bed in this inn is very big, and I'm not afraid of being crowded." Yan Cang Yushu walked over with the wind, the red clothes swaying with his steps, his expression was very open and sincere, and he was completely devoid of Qing To him, Lan is still a sense of disobedience of "just getting to know each other".At the same time, he quickly put Jun Rumo's words behind him, "If a fairy named Qinglan comes to look for you, please, please don't go with him." Don't say go with Qinglan, he will ask Jun Entered.The invitation was just blurted out without even the slightest hesitation.

Xin Mojun's face sank: "No, Zhenjun absolutely cannot share a room with you."

"Why? You must know that I never sleep in the same bed with anyone. Today I see Qing Lan and I feel very hit-and-miss, and I plan to have a night talk with him by candlelight."

"Zhenjun has no time to talk nonsense with you!" Xin Mo really wanted to slap Yan Cang's face flat with a wolf's paw, his skin is too thick, he doesn't know what he did 500 years ago, and he will come back 500 years later?

Yan Cang's violent temper was immediately provoked by Xin Mo, hey, you big black wolf, you actually hugged the thigh of a god in front of me, don't you want to be wolf-faced, aren't you the black wolf king?

Besides, do you dare to hug Qinglan's thigh?Do you have the guts to give one a try?See if I don't take your wolf skin as a cushion.

At this moment, Qing Lan raised her hand to withdraw the formation laid down by Xin Mo, pushed open the door and walked in.

Yan Cang raised his eyebrows provocatively at Xin Mo: "Mo Mo, don't be sad, although there is Qing Lan, you are still the second in my heart."

With a bang, Xin Mo slammed the door of the next door.Yan Cang is now a mortal, not afraid!

Yan Cang looked at the door of his room but felt worried, do you want to share the bed with Qing Lan?What's the matter with sweaty palms?