The Founder of Diabolism: 15 | Yasao fourth 5

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Wei Wuxian is a person who is very happy with himself, especially good at doing hard work. Since there is nothing else to play, then I have to play Blue Forget. He said, "Forgot my brother."

Lan Wangji didn't move.

Wei Wuxian said, "Forget the opportunity."

Listen to it.

Wei Wuxian: "Lan forgets the machine."

Wei Wuxian: "Lan Zhan!"

Lan Wangji finally stopped writing and looked up at him coldly. Wei Wuxian hid back and raised his hand as a defense: "Don't look at me like this. I told you to forget the plane and you didn't agree, I will call your name. If you are unhappy, you can also call my name back."

Lan Wangji said, "Put your legs down."

Wei Wuxian is extremely misplaced, leaning over his legs. After seeing that Lan Wangji finally opened her mouth, for a while she could not stop seeing Yueming's surprise. He put his legs down according to the words, but his upper body was unknowingly closer, his arms pressed against the book case, and he was still in an uncommon sitting position. He solemnly said, "Lan Zhan, ask you a question. Do you-do you really hate me?"

Lan Wangji lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a faint shadow on Ruyu's cheeks. Wei Wuxian said busyly: "Don't. Just say a few words and ignore them again. I want to admit your mistake and apologize to you. Look at me."

After a pause, he said, "Don't look at me? Okay, then I said it myself. That night I was wrong. I was wrong. I shouldn't overturn the wall, I shouldn't drink, and I shouldn't fight with you. But I swear! I did n’t mean to provoke you. I did n’t really look at your family rules. The family rules of the Jiang family were all verbal, and I did n’t write them down. Otherwise, I definitely wo n’t. After drinking that altar, Tianzi laughed. I took it in my arms and went back to the room to drink it secretly. Drink it every day and share it with everyone. Drink enough.

Wei Wuxian also said: "And let's talk about the truth, who was the first to call? It's you. If you don't do it first, we can still speak well and make it clear. But if they hit me, I will fight back. No. This can't blame me all. Lan Zhan, are you listening? Look at me. Lan Young Master? "He snapped his fingers," Brother Lan, give me a face, look at me. "

Lan Wang's eyes didn't go up, she said, "Copy it again."

Wei Wuxian's body suddenly crooked: "Don't do this. I'm wrong."

Lan Wangji ruthlessly exposed him: "You have no regrets at all."

Wei Wuxian said without dignity: "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I can say as many times as you want. You can do it on your knees."

Lan Wangji paused his pen. Wei Wuxian thought that he could not bear himself anymore, and was about to throw a smile, but suddenly found that his upper and lower lips were stuck, and couldn't laugh.

His face changed drastically, and he struggled: "唔? 唔唔唔!"

Lan Wangji eyes closed, exhaling lightly, opening his eyes, it is a calm look again, writing again, as if nothing happened. Wei Wuxian had heard the hatefulness of the Lan Family's bantering arts early, but he didn't believe this evil. But after a while, the corners of his mouth were red, and he couldn't open his mouth anyway. So he copied a piece of paper, the pen walked away, and threw it away. Lan Wangji glanced at him and said, "Boring."

Wei Wuxian was so angry that he rolled on the mat, got up and wrote a new one, took it in front of Lan Wangji, and was rubbed into a ball and thrown away.

This moratorium was not unlocked until he finished copying. The next day I came to the library, and the paper **** that had been thrown all over the ground the day before were taken away.

Wei Wuxian has always healed the scar and forgot his pain. He just ate a forbidden loss just the day before and sat down for two moments and felt itchy. I just spoke a few words, and was banned again. When he couldn't speak, he scribbled randomly on the paper, shoved it to Lan Wangji, and then rubbed it into a ball and threw it to the ground. The third day remained the same.

Sometimes he was banned, and on the last day he thought about it, Wei Wuxian on this day looked a bit strange to Lan Wangji.

He came to Gusu for a while, and his sword was thrown westward every day. He never saw him serious, but he brought it that day and pressed it next to the book case. It is also the normal state of perseverance and harassment of Lan Wangji. Without saying a word, he sits down and writes, which is almost strange.

Lan Wangji had no reason to cast him a banter, but instead looked at him twice as if he didn't believe he was suddenly honest. Sure enough, shortly after sitting, Wei Wuxian was seriously ill and sent a piece of paper over to signal him to watch.

Lan Wangji thought it was a mess of boring words again, but it was a portrait of a ghost. Sitting in a tight position, leaning against the window and reading quietly, his expressions are brilliant, Correct himself.

Wi Wuxian saw that his eyes did not immediately move away, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he raised an eyebrow at him, blinking. No words, the meaning is obvious: like or not? good or not?

Lan Wangji said slowly, "I have no time to copy, but to doodle. I don't think you will ever want to lift the ban."

Wei Wuxian blows the wet ink marks, it doesn't really matter: "I've finished copying already, and I won't come tomorrow!"

Lang Wangji ’s long fingers on the slightly yellow scroll seemed to be lagging, and then turned to the next page without even banning his words. Wei Wuxian saw that he could not play, and flung the painting lightly, and said, "I'll send it to you."

The painting was thrown on the mat. Lan Wangji didn't mean to take it. These days, Wei Wuxian wrote to scold him, please him, admit him wrong, ask him for mercy, and write graffiti on the paper all the way, he was used to it, didn't care, and suddenly said: "I forgot to give it to you Add something. "

After speaking, he picked up the paper and raised his pen, added two strokes three times, looked at the painting, then looked at the real person, and fell to the ground with a smile. Lan Wangji put down the scroll and glanced at it. It turned out that he had added a flower to his painting.

The corner of his mouth seems to be twitching. Wei Wuxian got up and rushed, "'boring', right, I knew you were going to be bored. Can you change another word? Or add two more words?"

Lan Wangji said coldly: "It's extremely boring."

Wei Wuxian clapped his hands: "It really added two words. Thank you!"

Lan Wangji retracted his gaze, picked up the book that was on the case, and opened it again. After just glancing at it, he was thrown out like a tongue of fire.

He was looking at a Buddhist scripture, but when he opened the scan just now, all his eyes were covered with bare and tangled figures. The volume he had read originally was turned into a book and the cover of the Spring Palace disguised as a Buddhist scripture.

It's a good thing to know who does it without thinking about it, it must be someone's hand while showing him the drawing and distracting. Besides, Wei Wuxian didn't mean to hide it, and still smirked at the table over there: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The book was thrown to the ground, and Lan Wangji was like avoiding a scorpion, and then retreated to the corner of the library, and howled angrily: "Wei Ying-!"

Wei Wuxian laughed almost into the book case, and raised his hand easily: "Yes! I am!"

Lan Wangji pulled out the dust-proof sword. Since meeting, Wei Wuxian has never seen him look so gaunt, busy grabbing his own sword, blade edge showed a three-pointer and reminded: "Ritual! Blue Young Master! Attention! I also take If you have a sword, you need to fight in your library. ”He had expected Lan Wang's chance to become embarrassed and angry. He backed his sword from the guard to avoid being killed by Lan Wang's anger. Lan Wangji blade edge aimed at him, and there was almost a fire in those pale eyes: "What kind of person are you!"

Wei Wuxian said, "What else can I be? A man!"

Lan Wangji rebuked: "I don't know shame!"

Wei Wuxian said: "This thing should also be ashamed? Don't tell me you have never seen such things. I don't believe it."

Lan Wangji is short of losing his ability to scold others. After a short while, Yang Jian pointed at him, his face frosty: "You went out. We played."

Wei Wuxian shook his head again and again and pretended to be smart: "Don't fight, don't you know? Blue Young Master? Yunshen doesn't know where private fighting is forbidden." He is going to pick up the book that was thrown out, and Lan forgets to take a step. Grab it, grab it in your hand. Wei Wuxian turned around and guessed that he was going to use this evidence to report to him. He deliberately said, "What are you robbing? I thought you didn't watch it. Would you like to watch it again? In fact, you don't have to rob it, it was me who wanted to I lent it to you. After watching my Spring Palace picture, you are my friend, we can continue to communicate, and more ... "

Lan Wangji's entire face was white, and he said, "I, no, look."

Wei Wuxian continues to distort right and wrong: "If you do n’t see it, what are you robbing it for? Private possession? This is not possible. I also borrowed it from others. You should return it after reading it ... hey hey do n’t come over, you I ’m so nervous because I ’m too close. You do n’t want to turn it in? Who should you give it to? The old ... to your uncle? Lanji Young Master. Can this kind of thing be given to the elders of the clan? He will definitely doubt that you have seen it first. You are so thin-skinned, are you not ashamed or ashamed ... "

Lan Wangji's magical power was poured into his right hand, and the book was broken into thousands of pieces. Wei Wuxian saw that he had succeeded in stunning his body, and reassured him, pretending to be regretful: "violent heavens!" He smashed a piece of shredded paper that fell on his hair, and held up the blue and forgetful face Look: "Lan Zhan, you are good at everything, just like throwing things around. You talk about how many paper **** you have thrown on the ground these days? You are not addicted to throwing paper **** today. You tear the paper. Pack yourself. I don't care. "Of course, he never managed it.

Lan Wangji endured and endured, and finally endured intolerable, angrily: "Go!"

Wei Wuxian said: "Well, you Lan Zhan, you all said that you are the bright pearl of gentleman Ze Zeshi, the most ceremonial ritual, but the original is nothing like this. Yunshen doesn't know where to forbid noise, don't you? And you Called me 'roll'. Is this the first time you've used such a word on someone ... "Lan Wangji drew his sword at him. Wei Wuxian jumped onto the window sill and said, "Go and go. I will go the most. Don't send me!"

He jumped out of the library, and the lunatic laughed, ran into the woods, and a group of people were waiting for him. Nie Huaisang said: "How about. Did he see it? What expression?"

Wei Wuxian said, "What expression? Hey! He just roared so loudly, didn't you hear it?"

Nie Huaisang's expression of admiration: "Heard, he let you go! Brother Wei, the first time I heard that Lan Wangji was called" Go! "How did you do that?"

Wei Wuxian was proud of his spring breeze: "Glorious and congratulatory, I helped him break this ban today. See it, Lan Er Young Master's well-known cultivation and tutoring are all in front of him. /

Jiang Cheng cursed with a black face, "You're so proud! What's so proud of this! Is it a glorious thing to be shouted? Really lose our family's face!"

Wei Wuxian said: "I have the intention to admit wrong with him, and he did not blame me. Forbid me to talk for so many days, what am I teasing him? I kindly gave the book to him. Unfortunately Brother Sang, your treasured palace. I haven't finished it yet, it's so wonderful! Lan Zhan is really incomprehensible, show him that he's not happy, and blind his face. "

Nie Huai Sang said, "It's a pity! How much is it?"

Jiang Cheng sneered: "I have offended both Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren. You will die tomorrow! No one will collect your body."

Wei Wuxian waved his hand and hooked Jiang Cheng's shoulder: "There are so many tubes. Let me tell you first. You've collected so many corpses, and it's not bad this time."

Jiang Cheng kicked in the past: "Roll and roll! Next time you do this kind of thing, don't let me know! Don't tell me to come!"

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