Xianjun's stand-in ran away

The two great families, the three great sects... Was it Lu Ming who destroyed them?

Wei Lan's pupils trembled slightly, and he couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

Thinking of this possibility, Wei Lan couldn't wait to turn back, and finally found the page that recorded Lu Mingsi's information - Lu Mingsi 20 years ago was not only not a fairy, but also destroyed the five major powers several times. Take action, they are jointly wanted by them!

The page that records his information is a Demon Killing Order, which is a wanted order in the mortal world.

...The next page is followed by Bai Xia's Demon Slaying Order.

Wei Lan was confused, what kind of outrageous things did they do to be jointly wanted by these five families?And with five families having immortals, how did Lu Mingsi survive to this day, and successfully counterattacked, killing four of the five major forces?

Even if Wei Lan thinks Lu Mingsi is not pleasing to her eyes now, she still has to give a compliment.

He has always known that Lu Mingsi is not a good person, and if he is a good person, he would not be able to sit firmly in the position of co-lord of the Three Realms... Treating enemies like a tyrant is cruel and ruthless. This is the Lu Mingsi that others have described to him. But Wei Lan has never seen such a side of him.

Lu Mingsi was never willing to show his embarrassing, cruel and bad side to Wei Lan...

The Lu Mingsi in Wei Lan's memory is always lofty, dignified and elegant, as perfect as a dummy that does not exist in reality.

He was used to Lu Mingsi like this, and never thought of prying into his deeper inner self.

At first, it was because he loved that seemingly omnipotent hero phantom, but later... because he was tired, tired, tired. He no longer cared what kind of person Lu Mingsi was.

Logically speaking, in front of the closest people, one should show one's truest side, but Lu Mingsi is not. He almost greedily occupies Wei Lan's time, and firmly prevents Wei Lan from getting involved with him. I would rather grow him into a bouquet of ornamental flowers than bring him to the stage...

Wei Lan has been with him for 100 years, but whether it is the hero the boss said, or the rebel recorded in this old book, or even the naive ghost outside who hides in the tree hole and carves the wooden figure He felt as strange as another person.

For a moment, Wei Lan was really confused.

Did he and Lu Mingsi really have a husband and wife relationship for 100 years?If you have lived together intimately for 100 years, how can you be so strange to each other?

Suddenly, the painting of Tianming Palace flashed in Wei Lan's mind again.

The son of the witch clan of the previous generation...

Wei Lan blinked, as if she understood something.

Maybe, that's why.

Because he is just another person's substitute, so there is no need to understand, considerate, or respect, because what Lu Mingsi desires from the beginning to the end is only this body that is very similar to the previous son of God.

It was late at night, Wei Lan's amber pupils were flickering in the candlelight, there might have been some emotions in it, but in the end... everything melted into the silent darkness.

Wei Lan felt that because Lu Mingsi chose to sacrifice his wife, learned to respect his ideas, and thought that Lu Mingsi was a bit cute because of his actions, he was an idiot.

What are you doing now, pretending to be affectionate?

Is it because in this world, there is no one who is more like the last Wu Clan god son than him?

"Heh." Wei Lan lifted her lips, and a contemptuous sneer escaped from her lips.

"Brother?" The sound suddenly awakened Xue Ji, he got up subconsciously, rubbed his eyes and looked at Wei Lan worriedly, wanting to get up and look for him.

Seeing Xueji's instinctive actions, Wei Lan's face turned pale, and she hurriedly stretched out her hand and pressed it, comforting: "It's okay, Axue go on sleeping, I'm going to rest too."

He threw the book in his hand on the table casually, walked to the paved floor and lay down on the bed.

Xue Ji supported her body with one hand, her voice was soft because of sleepiness: "Brother, go to bed and sleep, you can sleep."

Wei Lan shook her head and refused, she had already got into the bed on the floor: "No, you should have a good rest."

After saying a few words like this, Xue Ji was completely awake and not sleepy anymore.

He opened his eyes, lit a candle plant like Wei Lan, propped his chin with one hand, and looked down on the bed: "Brother, the bed is not crowded, didn't we sleep together in Mingyuan before?" Is it? Why is it not working now?"

Wei Lan raised her hand to extinguish the candle grass, but was pulled by Xue Ji, but failed.

Although she didn't want to have a heart-to-heart talk with Xueji in the middle of the night, Wei Lan had no choice but to pull herself together out of her sense of responsibility as an elder brother, and patiently explained to Xueji: "The environment didn't allow it before, but now that I'm back Nanjiang, of course my brother wants to give you the best..."

"But I also want to give my brother the best!" Xue Ji was confident and determined to go down and drag him.

Wei Lan crawled out of the quilt again, stepped forward and pressed him back, and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Okay, please calm down and forgive me... You are not a child anymore. What does it look like to sleep on the same bed? When you have someone you like in the future, how do you explain it to him?"

"I don't like others..." Xueji murmured, but after being held down by him, she became honest, squinting her eyes like a cat whose fur has been patted down, and lay down with the force of his hand Go back and watch him put out the candle.

Seeing that the room was submerged in darkness again, Xue Ji tilted his head, and the crisp voice sounded again: "Brother avoids suspicion like this because...do you still like that guy?"

Originally thinking that tonight's night conversation was over, Wei Lan, who closed her eyes to feel sleepy, suddenly opened her pupils. In the darkness, complex emotions surged in the amber pupils.

The entanglement between him and Lu Mingsi is like a scar left on the skin of a person who was once burned. No matter how much he tries to cover it up, the scar is still there, showing the past...

It cannot be hidden, it cannot be erased.

After a while, Wei Lan's voice was hoarse, as if she was trying to convince herself, she spoke softly, but she was extremely firm: "I don't like it anymore..."

——Why should he like a person who only hurts himself?

Wei Lan didn't want to continue discussing her relationship issues, so she urged: "Axue go to bed, it's getting late."

Xueji let out a resentful "Oh", closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but he lay down for a while, he was upset after all, opened his eyes, couldn't hold back and asked again: "Then brother will fall in love with other people?"

He quietly turned over, facing Wei Lan's direction, opened his eyes wide, and tried his best to see the face of the person sleeping on the ground under the slight moonlight.

Wei Lan hadn't fallen asleep yet, and opened her eyes again. The amber eyes reflected the light under the moonlight, making it hard to see the emotions inside.

Just when Xueji thought he would not answer, a low sigh sounded, meandering and melancholy: "Maybe not..."

Wei Lan was really scared, she loved someone so passionately and unreservedly, and then her heart was trampled into the dirt.

He doesn't want to love anyone anymore.

There was silence in the room. This time, Xue Ji didn't start another conversation. In such silence, the two fell asleep separately.

Early the next morning, Wei Lan woke Xueji up early and baked flower cakes for him.The two left the village after having breakfast, Wei Lan summoned Linglu to come over, and took Xueji to the depths of Jianmu.

This was something that was decided before going to bed last night. Wei Lan needed to take a look at Jianmu to confirm that apart from the clansmen, the sacred tree was also safe and sound, and had not been affected by the disaster in the previous life.

In addition, he still has something to ask the old patriarch Wu Qi.

For example... what kind of person was the former son of the Wu Clan.

This is a knot between him and Lu Mingsi that can never be untied. If possible, Wei Lan hopes to make it clear to Lu Mingsi, so that he can stop thinking about it.

That person... is already dead. If Lu Mingsi really cared about that person, he shouldn't have done such a thing as finding a substitute. This is a trample on the former son of God, and even more an insult to him.

When the two went to the ancestral land in the center of the Wu Clan, Lu Mingsi received a Shuijing communication from the Pure World Realm, which was from Bai Xia.

In the water mirror, Bai Xia's long hair, which was always tied up high, fell down and draped over her shoulders in a mess. She was in an indescribable embarrassment. When she saw that Lu Ming had connected to the communication, her eyes lit up immediately. "Ami!"

"Xia Xia, what's the matter? I just finished solving the matter of the Snowy Shrine, and the world of comprehension should be peaceful for a while. Why are you looking for me in such a hurry?" Lu Mingsi frowned slightly, slightly dissatisfied with being disturbed.

After Bai Xia shouted out of composure, she gradually calmed down. Thinking of what she wanted to say to Lu Mingsi, her eyes were inevitably stained with a bit of weirdness, and she hesitated a little: "It's like this, Ah Si, Wei Lan Entrusting the Listening Pavilion... to bring you a gift."

For a moment, Lu Mingsi doubted his ears.

Wei Lan... gave him a gift?How could Wei Lan, who forbade him to step into Wu Clan territory yesterday, think of giving him something?

Lu Mingsi pursed his lower lip, his dark eyes lit up a little, suppressed the joy in his heart, and pretended to be calm, "Are you sure... Wei Lan gave it to me?"

"Sure, very sure," Bai Xia nodded with a serious face, her tone was very solemn, but for some reason, there was always a trace of unconcealed joking in her brows and eyes, "Wei Lan even paid the entrusted money." After that, it was also specified that it was given to you, how could it be false?"

Lu Mingsi wanted to suppress it, but he couldn't suppress it no matter what. His heart jumped up and down, and his thoughts were a little messy for a while.

Why did Wei Lan give him a gift?what does he mean?Could it be that all the cold treatment he has faced so far are all Lan Lan's intentional tests?Actually he still has a chance?

Lu Mingsi, who has always been indifferent to emotions and anger, maintains that kind of restraint and introversion even when facing the water mirror, so in the eyes of Bai Xia who is opposite the water mirror, it is Lu Mingsi who is looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle , initiated a stay.

Bai Xia looked at Lu Mingsi who was in a daze opposite the water mirror with pity, and almost couldn't bear to tell him the truth of the matter.

Thinking about the young boy who still dominates in her dormitory now, Bai Xia scratched her long hair that was torn apart, and she didn't have any heart to bear.

It's better to be ruthless and tell Lu Mingsi the cruel truth...

After all, a dead fellow Taoist is not a poor daoist, she hoped that Lu Mingsi could get rid of that big trouble as soon as possible.

"Ah Si, don't you ask me, what did Wei Lan give you?" Bai Xia earnestly and kindly.

Lu Mingsi suddenly came back to his senses, lowered his head, and a smile flashed across his face: "Let me see, what treasure did my future wife give me?"

What could it be?Could it be a rare treasure collected in the deep abyss?

Lu Mingsi was a little fanciful for a while, based on the current delivery time, Wei Lan had just left Netherworld, and asked someone from the Listening Pavilion to help him deliver the gift.

Are you worried that he will be hurt because of the death of his body?

With a slight sweetness in his heart, Lu Mingsi felt that choosing to sacrifice a clone to appease Lan Lan's anger was a very correct move.

Although it is not decent to use bitter tactics, it is useful!

Bai Xia took a deep breath, and said softly: "He entrusted the Listening Pavilion to send a person, a top-quality furnace with a thousand-yin and ice-soul physique, a 15-year-old child named Lin Wang."

The curvature of Lu Mingsi's lips gradually disappeared, his face turned from rosy to pale, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

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The author has something to say:

Lu Ming was overjoyed: My wife gave me... gifts, things...? (pupil earthquake)