crossing magic

The second floor of Fumo Pagoda didn't look strange, except for the couch that Yan Cang made, which was empty, and the cumbersome and ancient patterns on the walls didn't hide any mystery.

Qinglan walked up to the stairs, thought for a while, and didn't rush up, but stretched out her hand and pushed.

Under this push, four words slowly appeared at the entrance that was originally empty, and Qing Lan groaned: "Dream three lives?"

"What?" Yan Cang came over, looked at these flamboyant characters, and was amused: "I wrote it? No, it was written by Yan Cang in ancient times?"

"It should be!" Qing Lan curled her lips: "It seems that you set up this level."

Yan Cang became interested: "Can I still set up checkpoints?" He said and took Qing Lan's hand: "Let's go, let's go together, I want to see, what is the big dream."

As soon as the footsteps stepped in, Yan Cang was stunned immediately, the original simple and unsophisticated staircase had a different scene, as if he had traveled to another time and space.

There is a town in front of you, people come and go, prosperous and peaceful.

Yan Cang panicked, "Where's Qing Lan?"

They obviously came in together holding hands, why did Qing Lan disappear?

Big dream three lives?

Could it be that this is an illusion?

However, this illusion is too real, right?It's simply not at the same level as the thing made by the succubus.

Noisy street vendors, aunts who buy vegetables, beautiful girls, all kinds of people, everyone is so vivid and real, they come and go from Yan Cang talking and laughing.

Yan Cang didn't care if this was an illusion or not, he was just worried about Qinglan, why did that person disappear?

As soon as he moved his body, his sleeves were pulled, and a young man who looked like a book boy was full of hatred: "Oh, my lord, why are you still here? Mr. Lan really thought of Miss Xue'er from Ting Yulou. Brought it home."

Yan Cang's heart moved: "Where is he?"

"Should be home soon!" The young man tugged at Yan Cang's sleeve and ran, complaining as he ran, "Mr. Lan's temper is really too big, why did you turn around and turn around after the fight? Someone carried it back, he doesn’t know if you will be sad if you do this?”

After crossing two streets, Yan Cang saw a group of people and horses from a distance, and who was the one riding a horse at the head and dressed in white, not Qing Lan?

The young man pushed Yan Cang: "Master, hurry up!"

The people on the horse also saw Yan Cang, but they didn't intend to get off the horse. They turned their heads to look at the sedan chair behind them and stopped looking at Yan Cang.

At this moment, Yan Cang was already dumbfounded, the person on the horse was clearly Qing Lan, whether it was his looks, temperament or breath, he was definitely Qing Lan, but what happened to Qing Lan's annoyed look just now?

You wouldn't look at yourself with such, such seductive eyes even if you beat Qinglan to death?

The horse walked up to Yan Cang, and passed by Yan Cang without stopping. The young man from before was dumbfounded, but the man on the other side had already dismounted and was about to enter the mansion, so he suddenly came back to his senses, and walked over in front of his elder son. He shook his hand: "Master, what's the matter with you? Didn't you want to ask Mr. Lan for clarification?"

At this moment, a sentence appeared in Yan Cang's mind: "Dream three lives, each life is different, as you think, as you wish, the dream passes without trace."

What do you mean?

Everything in front of you is what you want?

Yan Cang suddenly became interested, that is to say, that person is Qing Lan, but is it a different Qing Lan from before?

Every life is different, so you can see three completely different Qinglan?

"Master, what's the matter with you? Don't scare Ertong, what's the matter with you?"

Yan Cang was speechless for a while, this kid is called Er Tong?

It was too late to take care of the second tube, and when she turned her head, Qing Lan just happened to pull out a flowery and jade-like beauty from the carriage.

Yan Cang stepped over in a few steps, raised his hand to block, and separated the hands of the two men, and with his long arm, he dragged them into the trap.

The same icy muscles and bones, the same cold and arrogant eyes, is his Qinglan.

"Bastard, what are you doing?" Qing Lan's handsome face flushed with embarrassment, and she angrily pushed Yan Cang away, three feet away from him.

Yan Cang stared dumbfounded. She had never seen Qing Lan who was so angry and expressive. It was really interesting.

Qing Lan rolled her eyes at Yan Cang, and went to appease the girl who was almost pushed down by Yan Cang: "Miss Lei Xueer was frightened, it's all my fault, please forgive me."

Before the red lips of Miss Xue'er were opened, Yan Cang stepped over and said with a smile: "I happened to be thinking about Miss Xue'er's song last night and couldn't fall asleep. It just so happened, why don't you invite Miss Xue'er to come to Xia's mansion to talk about it?" ?”

Qinglan had never seen such a shameless person before, seeing more and more people watching, Qinglan seemed to be willing to go all out, and said through gritted teeth: "Master, I have redeemed Miss Xue'er, from now on, She is already in the next room, I am afraid she will not be able to play the piano and sing poems with the young master."

Yan Cang looked at the people around him and smiled: "Hasn't this entered your residence yet? Qinglan, you and I are brothers, what's the difference?"

"You..." You have a thicker skin than anyone else, Qinglan can't tell him that, she was so angry that she took Miss Xue'er's hand and was about to take her to the house, but her waist suddenly tightened, and then her body flew into the air, The person has been carried by Yan Cang and flew into the air.

The son of the Anding Hou family is famous for his outstanding martial arts throughout the capital. The crowd who had been waiting to watch the show immediately cheered when they saw the two flying out together.

Ertong is a book boy who is quite ghostly and elf, and he immediately directed the servants of Qinglan's family: "Didn't you hear what our elder son said? Take Miss Xue'er to the Hou's mansion quickly."

Yan Cang, who was holding Qinglan, was quite proud of himself. He tried it and found that he had internal energy, but he certainly didn't have the original immortal power in the sky, but it didn't matter, it was more than enough to capture Qinglan.

Qing Lan's body looks like a scholar's. She probably has no strength to restrain her. She hugged her softly in her arms. Yan Cang is not to mention satisfied. In his dream, of course he is the one who decides.

"You..." Qing Lan was ashamed and angry, Yan Cang flew high, causing him to hug Yan Cang's waist involuntarily: "Yan Cang, don't think I will forgive you again."

Yan Cang's heart skipped a beat, his hands loosened, and the person in his arms almost fell off.

"Qinglan, what did you call me just now?"

Qing Lan turned pale with fright, and said angrily, "Master, are you trying to throw me to death?"

Yan Cang hugged the person in his arms tightly, staring closely at the person facing him: "Qing Lan, what did you call me just now?"

Qing Lan cast a sideways glance at him: "Yan Cang, don't forgive you just because you're pretending to be stupid."

"Hahaha!" Yan Cang laughed loudly: "Sure enough, it's a big dream, just like what you think, just like what you want."

"Crazy!" Qing Lan was baffled by his laughter.

Yan Cang pinched his chin, eyes full of affection: "Qinglan, call my name again."