The Founder of Diabolism: 31 | Chao Lu seventh 4

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After calling Wenning, Wei Wuxian's mood was slightly chaotic. It was inevitable that he could not see the six roads and ears in all directions, and Lan Wangji would naturally be easy if he did not want to be aware of his arrival. In the moonlight that frosty face, the heart beat for a moment, startled a little.

He doesn't know how long Lan Wangji has been here. Has he heard what he did and said? If he didn't get drunk at the beginning and followed him all the way, the scene would become even more embarrassing. He closed his mouth in front of Wen Ning, and when they fell asleep, they called out, sneaking sneakily, which was really awkward.

Lan Wangji held his hand, leaning against the dust sword in his arms, looking extremely cold. Wei Wuxian has never seen him make his displeased expression so obvious. He felt that he must first explain it to ease the atmosphere, and said, "Cough, Han Guangjun."

Lan Wangji should not.

Wei Wuxian stood in front of Wen Ning, stared face to face with Lan Wangji, and touched his chin. Somehow, a strong guilty conscience.

Finally, Lan Wangji put down his hand holding the dust and took two steps forward. Wei Wuxian saw him go straight to Wen Ning with a sword and thought he was going to kill Wen Ning, his thoughts turned sharply: "It's bad. Lan Zhanmo didn't really pretend to be drunk, just to wait for me to call Wen Ning before He chopped it. Also, who would really pour a bowl. "

He said: "Han Guangjun, listen to me ..."

With a slap, Lan Wangji gave Wen Ning a hand.

Although this palm sounds loud, it has no actual lethality. Wen Ning took a bit, but took a few steps backwards, shook, stabilized his body, continued to stand, his face blanked.

Wen Ning's condition, although not as irritable and irritable as he used to be when he was crazy, but his temper is not much better. Da Fanshan was besieged that night, without the swords poking him, he lifted up the opponent and lifted his arms around his neck. If Wei Wuxian doesn't stop, he will inevitably kill all the people present. But now Lan Wangji gave him a slap, but he still lowered his head and looked like he was afraid to resist. Wei Wuxian was slightly surprised, but was more relieved. If Wen Ning fought back, they would be even harder to mediate.

At this time, Lan Wangji seemed to think that this palm was not enough to express his anger, and pushed Wen Ning into the palm, pushing him straight away.

He said to Wenning unhappyly, "Go away."

Wei Wuxian finally noticed something was wrong.

The two hands of Lan Wangji, both in behavior and speech, are very ... naive.

Pushing Wen Ning far enough away, Lan Wangji seemed to be finally satisfied, turned around, walked back, and stood by Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian Zi stared at him carefully.

Lan Wangji's face and expression are not different. Even more serious than usual, more serious and impeccable. The wiper's forehead is very positive, his face is not red, his breath is not flat, he walks with wind, and his feet are stable. It seems that it is still the solemn and impassioned immortal master Han Guangjun.

But he bowed his head and found that Lan Wangji's boots were worn backwards.

Before he came out, he helped Lan Wangji take off his boots and dumped them by the bed. And now, Lan Wangji ’s left boot was worn to his right foot, and his right boot was worn to his left foot.

Han Guangjun, who comes from a famous door and has a great manners, must never be dressed like this and go out to meet people.

Wei Wuxian tentatively said, "Han Guangjun, what is this?"

He is a two. Lan Wang didn't answer, and suddenly stretched out his hands, one left and one right, carefully holding his two fingers.

"Pap", the dust-proof sword was dropped by the owner to the ground.

Wei Wuxian: "..."

This is definitely not the normal Lan Zhan!

Wei Wuxian said: "Han Guangjun, are you drunk?"

Lan Wangji said, "No."

A drunk person will not admit that he is drunk. Wei Wuxian withdrew his fingers, and Lan Wangji still maintained the gesture of holding his fingers, and concentrated his two fists intently. Wei Wuxian looked at him silently, looking up at the moon in the cold night wind.

Everyone is drunk before sleeping, but Lan Wangji is sleeping and drunk. And when he was drunk, it seemed that there was no difference in peacetime, making it difficult to judge.

In the past, Wei Wuxian has a lot of alcoholic friends, who have seen all kinds of strange ugliness after being drunk. Some people were crying, some were giggling, some were mad and thrown away, some were corpses on the street, some were trying to die, some were "why don't you want me", or the first time I saw Lan Wangji so not Noisy and upright, but behaved strangely.

He drew a corner of his mouth, held back a smile, picked up the dust that had been thrown on the ground, and carried his back on himself, saying, "Well, come back with me."

You can't run around like this Lan Wangji, God knows what else he will do.

Fortunately, when Lan Wangji was drunk, he seemed to speak well. He nodded quite nicely and took a step with him. If anyone is passing by here, they will surely believe that this is a chat between two friends who know and make friends at night, and admire such elegant actions.

Behind him, Wen Ning followed silently, Wei Wuxian was about to speak to him, and Lan Wangji turned sharply, again with a rage. This time, I photographed Wen Ning's head.

Wen Ning's head was photographed crooked, lowered lower, apparently the facial muscles were dead, without any expression, a pair of white eyes, and indifferent eyes, but people could see a very grieved look. Wei Wuxian couldn't laugh or cry, grabbed Lan Wangji's arm: "What are you hitting him!"

Lan Wangji said to Wen Ning with a threatening tone that he would never use when he was awake: "Go away!"

Wei Wuxian knew that he couldn't turn around with a drunk person, and said busyly: "Okay, according to you, walk away as you go." Then he pulled out the bamboo flute. But he hadn't sent the flute to his lips, Lan Wangji snatched it again, and said, "Don't blow it to him."

Wei Wuxian exclaimed, "Why are you so overbearing."

Lan Wangji replied unhappyly: "Don't blow it to him!"

Wei Wuxian found out. Drunk people often have a lot of words, but Lan Wangji usually doesn't like to talk much, so after he drinks too much, he will keep repeating the same sentence. He thought to himself that Lan Wangji didn't think much about evil tricks, maybe he didn't like him to control Wenning with flute, and had to follow his hair, and said, "Okay. I'll just blow it to you. Ah. "

Lan Wangji sighed with satisfaction, but Dizi played in his hand and didn't return it to him.

Wei Wuxian had to blow his whistle twice, and said to Wen Ning: "Still well hidden, don't be discovered."

Wen Ning seemed to want to follow, but got the instructions, and was afraid to be slapped by Lan Wangji a few more times, turning slowly, dragging, jingling, and left with a bit of frustration.

Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji: "Lan Zhan, you won't flush even if you are drunk."

Because Lan Wangji looks too normal, more normal than Wei Wuxian, so he can't help but talk to normal people. Who knows, Lan Wangji listened to this sentence, suddenly reached out, grabbed his shoulder, and dragged it into his arms.

Unexpectedly, Wei Wuxian was dragged and bumped into his chest.

Dizzing, Lan Wangji's voice came from above: "Listen to heartbeat."

"What?"

Lan Wangji said, "You can't see your face, listen to your heartbeat."

When speaking, his chest vibrates with the bass, and a heart is beating continuously and vigorously, babbling, babbling, a little too fast. Wei Wuxian raised his head and understood: "I can't see it when I look at my face, and I have to listen to my heartbeat to judge it?"

Lan Wangji honestly said, "Well."

Wei Wuxian holds his belly.

Isn't Lan Wangji's skin so thick that the blush can't be revealed? Doesn't look like it!

After being drunk, Lan Wangji turned out to be so honest, and his behavior and words were more than usual ... more unrestrained!

It's rare to see such an honest and frank Lan Wangji, to teach Wei Wuxian to treat others with courtesy, without making it a bit bad. How is that possible?

He drove Lan Wangji back to the inn. After entering the room, he was first carried to bed, and his off boots were taken off. Taking into account that he should not wipe his face by himself, he removed the wiper of Lan Wangji, got a pot of hot water and a cloth towel in, wrung out the folded square towel, and wiped it gently on his face.

In the process, Lan Wangji didn't have any resistance, obediently allowed him to rub round and flatten. Except when the cloth towel is wiped near the eyes, he will narrow his eyes and keep staring at him, his eyelids will not blink. Wei Wuxian had all kinds of bad ideas in his stomach. Seeing his clear eyes, he couldn't help but slap on the chin of Lan Wangji and smiled, "What are you doing? Look good?"

Just after wiping it, without waiting for Lan Wang to answer, Wei Wuxian threw the cloth towel into the basin and said, "After washing your face, would you like to drink some water first?"

Nothing happened behind him, he looked back, Lan Wangji was holding the basin, already buried his face in.

Wei Wuxian was so frightened that he rushed back and moved the basin away: "It's not for you to drink the water inside!"

Lan Wangji lifted his head lightly, and the drops of transparent water slid off his jaw, wetting his front. Wei Wuxian looked at him, feeling quite a lot in his heart, and said inexplicably: "... Did he drink it or not? Lan Zhan had better remember nothing after waking up, otherwise he would be shameless in this life."

Wei Wuxian wiped the drops of water from his jaw with his sleeve, wrapped his shoulders, and said, "Han Guangjun, do you do what I say now?"

Lan Wangji said, "Yes."

Wei Wuxian: "What do you answer when I ask?"

Lan Wangji: "Huh."

Wei Wuxian pressed one knee to bed, drew a corner of his mouth, and said, "All right. I ask you, have you ever drank the emperor smile hidden in your house?"

Lan Wangji: "No."

Wei Wuxian: "Do you like rabbits?"

Lan Wangji: "Hi."

Wei Wuxian: "Have you ever committed a ban?"

Lan Wangji: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian: "Have you ever liked anyone?"

Lan Wangji: "Yes."

Wei Wuxian's questions all come to an end. It's not really taking the opportunity to forget the privacy of the machine. It's just to confirm whether he really has to answer questions. He continued to ask, "How about Jiang Cheng?"

Frown: "Huh."

Wei Wuxian: "What about Wenning."

Frosty: "Oh."

Wei Wuxian smiled and pointed to himself: "How about this?"

Lan Wangji: "Mine."

"..."

Lan Wangji stared at him, saying word to word, "Mine."

Wei Wuxian suddenly knew.

He took off the dust and said, "I just pointed at myself just now, Lan Zhan understood what I said" this "as the dust that I carry."

Thinking of this, he got out of bed, walked from left to right, and from east to west while holding the dust in the room. Sure enough, where he went, Lan Wangji's gaze followed closely where he turned to. Very frank, extremely frank, extremely frank, and extremely naked.

Wei Wuxian was so frustrated by his almost enthusiastic eyes that he lifted the dust in front of Lan Wangji: "Do you want it?"

Lan Wangji said, "I want to."

It seems that this is not enough to prove his craving. Lan Wangji grabbed the hand that he was holding to avoid dust. The light-colored eyes stared straight at him, took a breath, and repeated with a bite: ... want. "

Wi Wuxian knew he was completely drunk, knowing that he didn't say this to himself, but he was still smashed by these two words for a while, his arms were weak, his legs and feet were soft.

He said: "Lan Zhan is really ... if he is so sincere and warm to a girl, what a terrible man!"

Dingdingxinxin, Wei Wuxian said, "How do you recognize me? Why help me?"

Lan Wangji opened her lips gently. Wei Wuxian got closer and wanted to hear his answer. Who knew that Lan Wangji suddenly turned his face and raised his hand to push Wei Wuxian to the bed.

The candlelight was extinguished, and the dust was dropped by the owner to the ground.

Wei Wuxian was pushed to the eye of Venus, thinking he was awake, saying: "Lan Zhan?!"

Sometimes he was photographed in a familiar place behind his waist, and he felt like he was sore and unmovable as in the first night of Yunshen. Lan Wangji retracted his hand, lay down beside him, covered the two with a quilt, and carefully sang Wei Wuxian's quilt, saying, "Here is the hour. Rest."

It turned out that the blue family's terrible routine was at work.

Wei Wuxian was interrupted and questioned. Looking at the top of the bed, he said, "Can't we talk while we rest?"

Lan Wangji said: "No."

... Always, there is always a chance to get drunk with Lan Wangji, and I will ask it sooner or later.

Wei Wuxian said: "Lan Zhan, you untie me. I booked two rooms, we don't need to squeeze a bed."

Standing for a moment, Lan Wangji's hand stretched over, groped in the quilt for a while, and slowly began to untie his belt. Wei Wuxian yelled, "Okay! Okay! Not this solution !!! Hmm !!! Okay! I'm lying down, I'm sleeping !!!"

Darkness in the darkness.

Since being silent for a long time, Wei Wuxian said again, "I finally know why your family has banned alcohol. A bowl is poured and the wine is poor. If the Lan family is drunk like you, you should ban. Whoever drinks and beats . "

Lan Wangji closed his eyes and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

He said: "Shh."

Wei Wuxian was stuck between his chest and lips and teeth in one breath, so he couldn't lift it up and couldn't hold it down.

It seems that since returning, every time he wanted to tease Lan Wangji as before, he eventually became self-sustaining.

Shouldn't it? !! What went wrong? !!

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