The Founder of Diabolism: 32 | Chao Lu seventh 5

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This time, Wei Wuxian didn't close his eyes all night. He opened his eyes and held it up until the second day of sleep. He felt that the whole body of softness and numbness had passed, and his limbs were able to move. He took his shirt and threw it under the bed.

Then, pulling down Lan Wangji's belt, he just cut off his shirt. Originally, he wanted to take off his clothes, but he cut it halfway. When he saw the imprint of Lan Wangji's collarbone, Wei Wuxian stunned a little, couldn't help but stop, and thought of the whip marks on his back. If you don't know, you should pull the clothes on Lan Wangji immediately. After such a delay, Lan Wangji seemed to feel the coolness, moved it slightly, frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened it, he rolled off the bed.

Han Guangjun, who can't be resentful, is overly frightened and becomes less elegant. Which man woke up early in the morning the next morning after a hangover, and saw another man lying naked next to him, with his shirt cut off halfway, and the two still tightly packed in the same bed on the same bed. Under the duvet, there is no room to be elegant.

Wei Wuxian covered his chest with a quilt half-covered, revealing only smooth shoulders. Lan Wangji: "You ..."

Wei Wuxian hummed with a nasal voice: "Huh?"

Lan Wangji said, "Last night, I ..."

Wei Wuxian blinked at his left eye, raised his cheek with one hand, and smiled weirdly: "Last night, you are so unrestrained, Han Guangjun."

"..."

Wei Wuxian said, "Did you remember anything about last night?"

It looks like I really don't remember, Lan Wangji's face is all white.

Just don't remember. Otherwise, if Lan Wangji still remembers that he quietly went out to summon Wen Ning in the middle of the night, and questioned, Wei Wuxian was not good at lying, and to be honest.

Sometimes, I haven't been able to make fun of myself, so many times I picked up a rock and hit myself in the foot. Wei Wuxian finally found the previous power again and pulled it back a bit. Although he really wanted to chase by victory, next time he wanted to cheat Lan Wangji to continue drinking and playing, but he couldn't let him have a shadow and be on alert. Take it away when you see it, Wei Wuxian lifts the quilt and shows him his neat pants and boots that he has n’t taken off: "What a jealous man! Han Guangjun, I just took off our clothes and opened Just a joke. Your innocence is still there, not defiled, please rest assured!

Lan Wangji was stiff. He hadn't answered yet, and the sound of cracked porcelain came from the center of the room.

This voice is no stranger, already heard it for the second time. Once again, the wicked Qiankun bag that was pressed on the table agitated and overturned the teapot and tea cup. This time, it was even more fierce, with three together. Last night, one of them was completely drunk, the other was tossed, and naturally left the ensemble behind. Wei Wuxian was worried that Lan Wangji was too impulsive to frighten him. He missed him and stabbed him to the bed on the spot. He said busyly: "Here is the business, let ’s do it first."

He grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, rolled off the bed, and reached out to Lan Wangji, who had just stood up. He meant to pull him, but it looked like he was going to tear his clothes. Lan Wangji hadn't slowed down yet, stepped back, stumbled by something under his feet, looked down, and turned out to be a dust-proof sword lying all night.

At this time, the rope that tied the bag has been loosened. A pale hand already crawled out of the mouth of the small Qiankun bag. Wei Wuxian reached into Lan Wangji's half-open arms and took it out. I took it, took out a flute, and said, "Han Guangjun, don't you be afraid. I'm not going to treat you, but you took my flute last night, and I have to take it back." Help him pull his clothes over his shoulders and fasten his belt.

Lan Wangji looked at him with a complicated look, and seemed to want to inquire about the details of his drunkenness last night, but he was used to doing business first, forcibly restrained, converged, and turned out the lyre. Three bags of evil, one with the left arm, one with the legs, and one with the trunk. These three parts of already can make up most of a body. They interacted with each other, the resentment increased exponentially, and it was more difficult than before. The duo played "Repose" three times in a row, and the restlessness gradually stopped.

Wei Wuxian picked up the flute and was about to pack the corpse that was rolling all over the ground. He suddenly snorted and said, "Good brothers are doing a good job."

The shroud belt on the torso is loose, the neckline is slanted, revealing a young man's solid and powerful body, wide shoulders, narrow waists, clear abdominal muscles, strong but not exaggerated, Correct countless men dream of masculinity physique. Looking horizontally, he saw that Wei Wuxian couldn't help but pat two palms on his abdominal muscles and said, "Han Guangjun, look at him. If I were alive, I would probably be bounced back and injured by a single palm. ... how did this work? "

Lan Wangji's eyebrows seem to twist, and he doesn't speak. Who knew that Wei Wuxian took two more shots, and finally he took the sack of wicked Qiankun facelessly, and silently began to seal the body. Wei Wuxian gave way. Xu Xunlan forgot the machine and sealed her limbs, and tied several knots in a row. Wei Wuxian didn't feel the difference, looked down at his physique, raised his eyebrows, tied his clothes, and looked like a dog.

He glanced at him and saw that Lan Wangji was still looking at him intentionally or unconsciously after putting away the Qiankun bag. His eyes seemed to be full of words and words, and he said deliberately: "Han Guangjun, what do you think of this? Attention to me? Are you still worried? Believe me, I didn't really treat you like last night, of course, you didn't treat me too. "

Lan Wangji groaned for a while, and seemed to make a determination, whispered: "Last night, in addition to grabbing the flute, I ..."

Wei Wuxian said, "You? What else have you done, right? You haven't done anything, just say a lot."

Lan Wangji has a slight movement in his throat between his white and white neck: "... what's the matter."

Wei Wuxian: "It doesn't matter too much. That is, um, for example, you like it very much ..."

Lan Wangji's eyes were stagnant.

Wei Wuxian said, "I like rabbits a lot."

"..."

Lan Wangji closed her eyes and turned her head. Wei Wuxian thoughtfully said: "It's okay! Rabbits are so cute, who don't like them. I like them too, I like to eat haha ​​ha ha ha ha! Come to Han Guangjun, you drank so much last night ... uh, not much, you drank last night I ’m so drunk, I ’m afraid it ’s a little uncomfortable this morning. Wash your face, drink some water, and sit for a while. Let ’s go when you ’re fine. This time it refers to the southwest. I ’ll go downstairs and buy it earlier. I won't bother you. "

He was about to go out, Lan Wangji said coldly, "Wait."

Wei Wuxian turned back: "What?"

Lan Wangji looked at him for a long while, and finally said, "Are you rich?"

Wei Wuxian laughed: "Yes! I don't know where you put your money. I'll bring you a copy earlier, Han Guangjun, take your time, don't worry."

Out of the room, closing the door, he stood in the corridor, holding his belly silently.

Lan Wangji seems to have been hit. She was locked in the room for a long time and did not come out. While waiting for him, Wei Wuxian came downstairs leisurely, went out of the inn and turned around a few times on the road, bought some food indiscriminately, sat on the steps, squinted while eating and basking in the sun. After a while, a group of thirteen or four-year-old children ran across the street.

A child in the front runs fast, dragging a long line in his hand, at the end of the long line, a kite flies up and down. The child at the back held the toy bow and drank, chasing the kite and shooting a small arrow.

This game, Wei Wuxian also loves to play. Archery is a compulsory skill for every Aristocratic Family child, but most of them don't like to shoot targets regularly. Except for shooting monsters and goblins when going out for night hunting, they like to shoot kites like this. One for each person, whoever puts it highest and farthest, and shoots most accurately at the same time, is the winner. This game was originally only popular among young children of all families in Xianmen. After being spread, the children of ordinary people also liked it, but their lethality shot by a small arrow was far superior to these skills. Child of Aristocratic Family.

Wei Wuxian played kite shooting with the children of the Jiang family when he was at the Lotus Dock, and won the first prize many times. Jiang Cheng will always be the second. His kite either flies too far, can't shoot arrows, or shoots, but it is not as good as Wei Wuxian's kite. The kites of the two of them are a full circle larger than others, and they are made into the shape of a flying monster, with gorgeous colors and open mouths. Several pointed tails hang in the wind, watching from a distance. Lively and anomalous, not very stingy, but some kind of stingy. It was Jiang Fengmian who tied the skeleton himself, and then let Jiang Ganli paint for them, so every time they took a kite to go out and compare, they felt a sense of pride.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but look up to see what the kites flying by the children looked like. I saw it was golden all over, and it was a large circle. He was wondering: "What is this? Burning pancake? Or a monster I don't know?"

At this moment, a gust of wind came. The kite flew so low that it wasn't placed in an open area, and fell off when it was blown. A child cried, "Ah, the sun is down!"

Wei Wuxian suddenly understood that most of these children are playing games that imitate the sign of shooting the sun.

This place is Quyang. When Qishan Wen's family was at its height, they were doing good things everywhere, and Quyang was not far away from Qishan. The locals must be deeply affected by it, not the monsters that were not closed by their family Having troubled them was bullied by the treacherous monks in their family. After the shooting of the Sun, Wen's family was jointly crushed and the century-old foundation industry collapsed. Many places around Qishan were happy to celebrate Wen's destruction, and even evolved into a tradition. This kind of game can probably be counted as one.

The children stopped chasing and got together very brain-broken, and began to discuss: "What to do, before it hits the sun, it will fall off by itself. Who is the boss now?"

A man raised his hand: "Of course it's me! I'm Jin Guangyao, and I've killed the big villain of the Wen family!"

Wei Wuxian sat on the steps in front of the inn and saw it with interest.

In this kind of game, the immortality of the immortal duo now is the most popular one. Although his origins are difficult to tell, but because of this, his achievements in climbing to the high position are even more impressive. The undercover expedition for several years was like a fish, and the whole Qishan Wen family was deceived inside and outside, leaking countless secrets without knowing it. After the expedition to shoot the sun, we were greeted with all kinds of cleverness and all kinds of means, and finally took the seat of Xiandu and became the first person of the well-deserved hundred. Such a life can be called a legend. If he plays, he also wants to try it out as Jin Guangyao. It is reasonable to choose this kid to be the boss!

Another protest: "I am Nie Mingzhang, I have won the most wars and captured the most prisoners. I am the boss!"

"Jin Guangyao" said: "But I'm Xiandu."

"Nie Mingxuan" raised his fist: "What about Xiandu, you are also my third brother, and I will run with my tail still before I meet."

"Jin Guangyao" really cooperated and got into the play. Another humane: "You are a short-lived ghost."

Since you chose to be a fairy, you naturally have a longing for this fairy, "Nie Mingxuan" is angry: "Golden Xuan, you died earlier than me, and have a shorter life!"

"Golden Xuan" refused to accept: "What happened to the short-lived? I came third!"

"No. 3 is just the third in the face!"

At this time, a child seemed to be tired of running and standing tired, but also he walked to the steps, sat down side by side with Wei Wuxian, waved his hands, and said like a gentleman: "Okay, okay, don't argue Now. I am the ancestor of Yiling. I am the best. I think I can barely make it and be the boss. "

Wei Wuxian: "..."

He looked down, and sure enough, the child had a small wooden stick in his waist, probably a clue.

There are only such children who will simply ignore good and evil and only argue about the value of force. They will reward their faces and become ancestors of Yiling.

Another humane: "No, I'm the three poisonous sacred hand, I'm the best."

The ancestor of Yiling knows the tunnel very well: "Jiang Cheng, how can you compare to me, which time did you lose to me? How can you say you are the best. Shame."

"Jiang Cheng" said: "Hum, I can't compare to you? Why do you remember how dead?"

The slight smile on Wei Wuxian's mouth collapsed instantly.

As if caught by a small poisonous needle, he suddenly got a slight tingling around him.

The "Yiling ancestor" next to him clapped and said: "Look at me! Left Chen Qing, right tiger charm, plus a ghost general, I am invincible! Hahaha ..." He raised a stick in his left hand, Holding a stone in his right hand, he laughed wildly for a while, and said, "Where is Wenning? Come out!" A child raised his hand behind the crowd and said weakly: "I am here ... that ... I want to say ... the sign of the shooting sun At that time, I was not dead ... "

Wei Wuxian thinks it must be interrupted.

He said, "Sirs, can I ask a question?"

This group of children have never been involved by adults when playing this game, not to mention scolding, but this kind of serious questioning. "Yi Ling Patriarch" looked at him strangely and alertly, "What are you asking?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Why are there no people like Su Lan?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Yi Ling Patriarch" refers to a child who never said a word from beginning to end: "That's it."

Wei Wuxian took a look. Sure enough, the child was very handsome. At first glance, he looked like a handsome embryo. A bright white rope was tied to his forehead. He asked, "Who is he?"

"Yi Ling Patriarch" scorned and said, "Blue forgets the machine!"

... well. This group of children grasped the essence. As Lan Wangji, you should really shut up and not speak!

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's mouth bent again.

The venomous needle was pulled out, and I didn't know which corner it was thrown in. Any tingling was swept away instantly. Wei Wuxian said to himself, "It's strange and weird. How can such a boring person always make me so happy?"

When Lan Wangji came downstairs, he saw Wei Wuxian sitting on the steps. A group of children sat next to him and ate buns. Wei Wuxian ate buns and instructed the two children back to back: "... … Now you are in front of thousands of monks, all armed, surrounded by impenetrable enemies, sharp eyes, that ’s right. Well, Lan Wangji, you pay attention, now you are not your usual, you are all over Blood! Murderous Qi is very heavy! Eyes are fierce! Wei Wuxian, if you get closer to him, will you turn the flute? Turn around and look at it with one hand. Be smart, do you know what it means to be smart? Come and teach me You. "" Wei Wuxian "Oh, handed him a small stick in his hand. Wei Wuxian skillfully turned "Chen Qing" between his two fingers, causing a group of children to hurry around and be amazed.

Lan Wangji: "..."

We approached silently, Wei Wuxian saw him coming, patted the ash under his ass, and said goodbye to the children. It was so easy to stand up, walk along the road, laugh along the road, as if poisonous in his body.

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, sorry, Han Guangjun, I'll share them with you earlier, let's buy them later."

Lan Wangji: "Huh."

Wei Wuxian: "How about, the two children just now are cute or not? Who do you guess is the one with the rope on their heads? Hahahaha ..."

For a while, Lan Wangji finally couldn't help but said, "... what did I do last night?"

It must not be that simple, otherwise why make Wei Wuxian laugh now? ? ?

Wei Wuxian waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no, no. You didn't do anything, I was bored, ha ha ha ha ha ha ... well, cough, Han Guangjun, I'm going to talk about business."

Lan Wangji said, "Speak."

Wei Wuxian is serious: "The coffin clapping of already in the cemetery of Chang's has been silent for ten years, and suddenly he relapsed. This is certainly not a coincidence, there must be an incentive."

Lan Wangji said, "What do you think is the inducement."

Wei Wuxian said: "Good question, I think the reason is that the torso was dug out."

Lan Wangji said, "Yes."

His look was so focused that Wei Wuxian remembered the serious look of holding his **** when he was drunk last night, painfully forbearing a smile, and solemnly said: "I was thinking that corpse division should not be simple Means of revenge and resentment, but a vicious method of repression. The corpse-partners deliberately selected those places where the visions were to be used as places for corpses. "

Lan Wangji said: "Use poison to attack each other, Zhi Heng each other, and maintain balance."

Wei Wuxian said: "That's right. So the gravedigger dug out his torso yesterday, and there was nothing to calm Chang Jia's grieving spirit, and the coffin pat sounded again. The reason and the suppression of Qinghe Nie's Jidaotang The sword spirit and the mural corpse are the same. Maybe it was originally learned from the Nie Family Jidao. It seems that this person has a close relationship with the Qinghe Nie family and Gusu Lan family, I am afraid it is not a cheap role. "

Lan Wangji said: "Not many people like this."

Wei Wuxian said: "Well. It's about to surface. And since the other party started to move the body, it means that he or they are already anxious, and they will definitely take action, even if we don't go to them , They will also find us. Sooner or later, more horses will be exposed. Besides, the hand of a good brother will show us the direction. However, we may have to move faster, with only one right hand left. And a skull, it must be ahead of them. "

The two men all the way down the southwest, this time, the location pointed by the left hand was the thick fog of Shu Dong.

A ghost town that locals are afraid to avoid.