Xianjun's stand-in ran away

It wasn't until the moment when Xueji held his cheek that Wei Lan realized in a daze that Xueji's hand was so big that one hand could wrap his cheek... This is the palm of an adult male, even if Xueji No matter how much Ji behaves like a big kid, he is not after all.

Xueji has long been an adult, it is normal to have such thoughts....

Wei Lan's hands hanging by her side were tightly clenched into fists, and her brows were slightly furrowed, showing unspeakable pain.

Xue Ji sighed softly, and stretched out her fingertips to smooth the mark between Wei Lan's brows: "It's because I knew my brother would be like this, that's why I never thought about what to say to my brother..."

Wei Lan's frowning brows were slowly released following the strength of his fingertips, and she raised her eyes slightly, as if asking: Then why did you say it again now?

Whether humble or cowardly, Wei Lan always feels that it is best to keep some secrets in her heart forever, especially when both of them know what kind of answers they will get.

Xueji smiled lightly, did not answer, but wiped Wei Lan's eyes, wiped away the unformed tears, and comforted him gently: "Brother, you don't need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong, it was A Xue ... I had delusional thoughts, wanted more, wanted my brother to stay by my side forever, it was Axue who overstepped the bounds, and my brother did nothing wrong from the beginning to the end."

Such favoritism and love for others...how can it be said that it is a mistake?No one who has ever been favored would say that.

The unbroken affection in Xue Ji's eyes was once again hidden in the depths of her purple pupils, and no trace could be seen anymore.

"Brother, just pretend you haven't heard these words before." Xue Ji lowered her eyes, hiding the tenderness in her eyes, "From now on, can I still call you brother?"

"Of course." Wei Lan grabbed Xueji's hand, took it off her face, held him and said seriously: "I've said it a long time ago, as long as Axue is willing to recognize me as a brother, Then I will always be Ashue's brother."

He still spoke to Xue Ji in the same tone as before, as if the previous conversation had never happened.

Xue Ji raised her eyes, she was obviously taller than Wei Lan, but she still gave people a pitiful feeling: "Then brother, can you agree to one of A Xue's requests?"

Because there was still some guilt in her heart, Wei Lan readily agreed: "Of course, you say."

As usual, he rubbed Xueji's fluffy head.

Xueji also rubbed against his palm cooperatively, as if making a wish, and said solemnly and cautiously: "Axue hopes that I can sleep on the same bed with my brother today, as a brother and a younger brother, not as a person who wants my brother to be on guard." Yes, the identity of the little guy who might give birth to delusions."

"What?" Wei Lan didn't expect him to be so obsessed with this matter, and instinctively wanted to refuse, but before she could speak, she saw Xueji's eyes were a little more sad, and said in a low voice, "Brother, why If you don’t agree, isn’t it because you’re afraid that A Xue will misunderstand? But A Xue won’t misunderstand her anymore, and A Xue knows that my brother... is just my brother, and I won’t go any further.”

Wei Lan looked at those persistent and sad purple eyes, the words of refusal stuck in her throat, all hesitation finally turned into a sigh: "...OK."

He had a vague premonition of something, and indulged Xueji's only request.

"My brother is always like this..."

...will be soft-hearted when it shouldn't be.

Xue Ji swallowed the last half of the sentence, pulled Wei Lan's wrist back to the bed, picked up the quilt on the floor and put it back on the bed, he made the bed with his back facing Wei Lan, with a kind of lightness that was so light that Wei Lan almost approached the bed. The inaudible voice whispered: "I will never harm you..."

Wei Lan's ears twitched, a slight smile flashed in her eyes, she didn't say anything, watching him busy on the bed.

What Xueji said about sleeping together was really just one person and one quilt, sleeping together on each side, because of the exhaustion accumulated before, Wei Lan fell into a deep lethargy shortly after lying on the bed.

After falling asleep, Wei Lan had a dream.

In the dream, he once again saw the white-haired man rushing out of the void, sitting side by side with himself on a high branch of Jianmu, with the sky full of stars above his head and the lights of the world under his feet.

The man's hair is still black, and his face has not yet been covered with more ancient frost.

Wei Lan actually knew him. The "Introduction to Power" that Lingyin Pavilion sold him had his portrait on it. He was one of the five great immortals 20 years ago, the Jixuan Immortal Lord from the Snow God Palace in Northern Xinjiang.

But why would I sit with him?

Wei Lan still remembered the hatred of this man for attacking her, and wanted to push him off the branch, but found that she had no way to control her body, and could only watch everything happen as if watching a drama.

His arms were propped on the broad branches of Jianmu, and his feet were swinging back and forth relaxedly, indescribably relaxed. From the corner of his eyes, the man named Jixuan approached him stealthily until his His hands were almost touching... Seeing that Jixuan's hand was about to cover his back quietly, he deliberately shook his body, and then raised his hand unintentionally to tie the loose hair behind the ears.

Jixuan froze for a moment, then dropped his hand resentfully, his fingertips turned slightly white with nervousness, but he didn't dare to look at him awkwardly.

He seemed to have said something to Jixuan, but Wei Lan heard ringing in his ears, and didn't hear a word. He could only see that after he finished pulling his hair, his right hand naturally fell on the back of Jixuan's hand, a little Press hard, overlapping his fingers.

Jixuan turned his head in surprise, and then a touch of tender affection emerged from the bottom of his eyes. Under the moonlight, his pupils showed a kind of radiant light purple, which gave Wei Lan an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He heard Jixuan speak, and called him with a spring breeze warm voice: "Yuchu..."

Yuchu?

No, he is not Yu Chu!

Wei Lan suddenly woke up, and the memory-like scene instantly shattered into a mist covering the sky, covering him, he struggled to wake up, but he seemed to be haunted, and couldn't wake up no matter what.

His consciousness was uncontrollably thinking about what happened before, and the perspective that was almost equivalent to his personal experience just now reminded him of the scene he saw when he was just reborn...

So at that time, what he saw was not the future, but the past that had happened.

Yuchu saved Lu Mingsi's life.

But why, as Yu Chu, he sees memories belonging to Yu Chu?What is the relationship between Yuchu and Jixuan?Obviously everyone is saying that the cultivation world can only accommodate one immortal, since there is an immortal Minghui, how can Jixuan still be alive?

Wei Lan's mind was in chaos, he couldn't help but think about what happened 20 years ago, but because he knew too little about Yu Chu, he didn't even know what direction to think about.

Ever since she knew about Yu Chu's existence, Wei Lan didn't dare and didn't want to think about it. Finally, she swam from the depths of the sea to the surface, revealing a trace of her figure—the light in Ah Si's eyes when she first met...what does it represent? what?What did he see in himself?

The spell that restrained Wei Lan's emotions was completely shattered, together with resentment and pain, there were also those humble and inseparable feelings, but no matter what they were, they only brought Wei Lan pain and torture.

I really want Lu Mingsi to taste this kind of torture...

In the darkness, Wei Lan suddenly regretted that she didn't simply go completely crazy with Xue Ji's confession.

Wei Lan was drowsy, his consciousness was almost completely lost in this darkness, but a numbness suddenly came from his chest, knocking his drowsiness away completely, as if something was slowly being drawn away , but he was powerless to resist.

Someone was talking to him, "If it was you, it must be understandable, right? That kind of fate that we can't fight against..."

Fate?What fate?

Wei Lan braced himself up and listened hard to the small whisper, which reminded him almost instinctively of Yu Chu.

That voice suddenly carried a cry of collapse: "He's back, brother, he's back!"

elder brother?Is it Ashe?

Wei Lan struggled to wake up, wanted to ask him, what fate, who came back, but the more he struggled, the deeper the darkness took root in his consciousness, entangled him, and made him unable to wake up.

Xue Ji gently combed his hair with her fingertips, and her voice showed nostalgia and reluctance: "I'm leaving, brother. Although I hate that guy, I have to admit that he may have saved your life... ..."

Wei Lan felt something warm and soft passing over his forehead, and Xue Ji's voice became softer and softer, "Unfortunately, we got to know each other too late..."

The bad premonition became stronger, Wei Lan wanted to wake up to stop Xue Ji, but she didn't know what Xue Ji had done to him, he was completely captured by the drowsy darkness.

Before he fell asleep, he heard the last intermittent sentence: "Send you...a gift..."

Don't go, Ashue.

Wei Lan wanted to catch him, but completely lost consciousness in the darkness.

"What did you do?! Where's that guy? Where's that scumbag?!"

An angry cry woke Wei Lan from the darkness, his eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened them.

Before Wei Lan was fully awake, she was suddenly lifted out of the quilt by a strong force, and the next moment she fell into an embrace that smelled of morning dew.

The neckline of Wei Lan's underwear was a little torn, and at this moment when she was suddenly exposed to the cold air of the morning, she couldn't help but gasped, and subconsciously refused.

Lu Mingsi grabbed his struggling hand, couldn't help but exert force, leaving a red mark on his wrist, looked down to see Wei Lan's disheveled clothes, and thought of the looming red mark on the back of his neck, everyone was shocked. "What did you guys do last night?!"

"Noisy..." Lu Mingsi's voice shook Wei Lan's ears. After struggling for a long time, he lowered his head and bit down angrily. He bit hard and gave Lu Ming Two bloody tooth marks were left on his wrist.

"Hiss." Lu Mingsi gasped, and let go of his hand angrily.

He was angry and aggrieved, originally wanted to press a few more questions, but seeing Wei Lan's uncomfortable face, he subconsciously helped him close the clothes on his chest, and hugged him into his arms like a enclosure, fiercely Ask: "...Is it still cold?"

The hot body temperature belonging to another person dissipated the cold air, Wei Lan squinted her eyes slightly in comfort, and the warmth made her already sleepy mind three times, and she shook her head in a daze: "It's warm."

Seeing his undefended appearance, Lu Mingsi felt his heart pounding, and the accusation that was about to come out just now was quietly swallowed back, and he stood stiffly in place, longing for this moment of tenderness.