The Founder of Diabolism: 94 | 寤 寐 Twenty 5

Remember [lnmao.org] in one second, fast update, no popup, free to read!

For his exaggerated praise, Lan Wangji accepted it safely, opened Wei Wuxian's sleeve, and poured the stolen dates into it, saying, "Here you are. All for you."

Wei Wuxian cooperated with the authentic: "Thank you."

However, Lan Wangji suddenly withdrew his hand. With a wave of the sleeves, a bunch of jujubes fell out, all over the bones. Wei Wuxian bent down to pick it up, picking up a few, but couldn't pick it up. Lan Wangji said, "No."

He snatched the hen caught under Wei Wuxian's left arm, holding one in his own hand. Wei Wuxian pulled the tail of his streamer and dragged him back, saying: "I was just fine, why are you angry again?"

Lan Wangji glanced at him and said, "Don't drag."

It sounds like he's not very happy, and a little warning. Wei Wuxian could not help but let go. Lan Wangji lowered his head and moved the two stunned hens to his left hand. Then he freed up his right hand and adjusted his wiping amount and hair. Wei Wuxian said, "He didn't stop how I used to play his wiping amount. I am really angry today?"

He felt it was necessary to remedy, pointed to the hen, and said, "Just do n’t worry about it, you give it to me. Didn't you tell me?"

Lan Wangji raised his eyes and looked at him in the usual way. Wei Wuxian said sincerely, "Please, I really want it, give it to me."

heard the sound, Lan Wangji lowered his eyes. After a while, he returned the original hen to him. Wei Wuxian took it over, took out a date and wiped it on his chest, and bite off half of it, thinking that since Lan Zhan wanted to play, let him play with him, saying: "Next What are you doing? "

The two walked to a wall. Lan Wangji looked left and right to make sure that no one was around. He pulled the dust out of his waist. A few dazzling blue lights flashed across the ground, leaving a line of large characters on the wall. Wei Wuxian took a look at it, but wrote seven big characters: "Lan Wangji has come here."

"..."

Lan Wangji retracted the dust and watched his masterpiece. Even if he is drunk, his handwriting is still very strict. He seemed very satisfied, nodded, stared for a moment, and raised his hand again. This time, instead of writing, I painted. A few swordsmanships crossed, and two portraits of kissing villains appeared on the wall. The rigorous style of the writing and the filth of the content made Wei Wuxian slap himself on the brain.

Stealing things, sabotaging, scribbling ... and now he is sure: Lan Wangji is really repeating those things he said. There is absolutely nothing wrong, even the graffiti content is almost the same!

He couldn't laugh or cry: "But these are things I only do when I'm twelve or three!"

Lan Wangji draws more and more strength. It is not enough to finish one wall, and continue to paint on the other. Seeing the content of his paintings getting more and more strange and bizarre, Wei Wuxian was distressed and avoiding the dust, while thinking: "I will have to erase the name of Lan Wangji written on the wall later, but I cannot let others know who Dry. No no no, just paint the whole wall. "

After a lot of work, Wei Wuxian pulled Lan Wangji back to the inn. He threw both hens to the boss and said they were picked up on the road, went upstairs, closed the door, and turned around. It was just outside, and the night was dim, but I didn't look carefully, but when I went to the room, I looked at the lights, and saw that the clothes, face, and hair of Lan Wangji were all covered with feathers, broken leaves, and gray walls. It is really missing the meter. Wei Wuxian patted him and laughed, "So dirty!"

Lan Wangji said, "Wash your face."

When he was drunk for the first time, Wei Wuxian washed his face. Lan Wangji showed a special liking, and sure enough he asked again this time. Wei Wuxian originally wanted to wash him, but the whole person tossed it like this. Washing his face is not enough, so he said, "How about taking a bath for you?"

After hearing the words, Lan Wangji opened her eyes slightly. Wei Wuxian watched his look carefully and said, "Would you like?"

Lan Wangji nodded immediately: "OK."

Wei Wuxian said, "Lan Zhan really likes to be clean. I will pour him a bath and let the rest come by himself."

The buddies of the inn are all women. Wei Wuxian naturally will not let them do too much labor. So, he told Lan Wangji to sit in the room, burn the water downstairs, and bring it up a bucket. I filled the bath tub, tried the water temperature, turned around and asked Lan Wangji to undress. When I turned back, I saw that Lan Wangji already consciously took off his clothes.

Although the two of them had barely faced each other in Lengquan, where Yunshen didn't know when they were young, they were both teenagers without thoughts. He had no other thoughts when he saw Lan Wangji bathing. Coupled with the fact that most of the body of the blue forgetting machine was also buried in the water, so at this moment I suddenly saw a candid Han Guangjun ... I have to say that Wei Wuxian was greatly affected. In the meantime, he didn't know if it was good to obey his heart and want to see if it was good enough, or to cover something for Lan Wangji as a gentleman, his scalp was numb, and he could not help retreats. But he was at retreats, but Lan Wangji kept moving forward. Wei Wuxian whole person already retreated to the corner, unavoidable, had to bite the bullet and watch Lan Wangji move closer and closer without expression. The clear throat, fair skin, and smooth and graceful muscle lines drew in front of his eyes, making him afraid to look directly, his eyes dodging slightly, and he inadvertently swallowed his throat, but felt his mouth dry.

Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth and was about to speak, but Lan Wangji suddenly shot and broke his belt.

His face is still serious, but his movements are rude. Wei Wuxian didn't expect that he would have such a sudden move, startled, busy: "Stop and stop! I do not wash! I do not wash! You come."

Lan Wangji frowned, Wei Wuxian said, "You wash it first, I like, uh, a big bath tub. This bath tub is squeezed by two people."

Lan Wangji glanced indifferently at the tub and confirmed that it was not big enough, so he reluctantly touched it, slowly sinking into the tub, sinking slowly, and soaking himself in hot water.

Wei Wuxian was relieved and said, "Then slowly soak yourself, I'll go out first." After that, he went out to blow hair and calm down, but when he heard a bang, he looked back and said: " Why are you out again! "

Lan Wangji said coldly, "No more washing."

Wei Wuxian said, "Why? How dirty are you not to wash?"

Lan Wangji was sullen and didn't say why. When he went to the screen to put on his clothes, Wei Wuxian hurried back and guessed why, and said, "Do you want me to give you?" Wash? "

Lan Wangji closed his eyes, neither admitting nor denying.

Looking at his appearance, Wei Wuxian was indifferent and thought, "At most I will help him wipe it a few times. I don't do anything else."

So he dragged Lan Wangji to the tub and said, "Okay, I'll help you wash it, come here."

Lan Wangji was dragged back by him and re-soaked in water. Wei Wuxian also rolled up his sleeves and walked to the wooden barrel.

Lan Wangji has fair skin, long black hair, and floats softly on the water surface. The water vapor circulates in the transpiration room and the sorrow room. It is a beautiful fairy **** like ice in the Yaotai Xianchi. It was a pity that Wei Wuxian looked at it and felt that Lan Wangji should get some petals floating on the water, the scenery is better. He scooped up the wooden spoon in the bath tub, and the thin water poured down the head of Lan Wang. Because Lan Wangji kept staring at Wei Wuxian without blinking, Wei Wuxian was worried that the water flowing into his eyes would be uncomfortable, and said, "Close your eyes."

Lan Wangji ignored him, staring at him tightly, as if afraid of a blink, Wei Wuxian ran away. Wei Wuxian reached out to close his eyes, and he buried the lower half of his face in the water and spit out a string of bubbles. Wei Wuxian laughed and twisted his face lightly, and said, "How old are you, brother?"

He picked up the acacia box and the cloth towel and wiped it down Lan Wangji's face, rubbing it, his motion suddenly freezes.

Only, Lan Wangji removed his wiper and hair band by himself, his black hair was scattered to cover his upper body. But now, he helped Lan Wangji pull the wet black hair behind his shoulders and rubbed it on his chest. The thirty or more whiplash marks and the imprint on his chest were clearly revealed.

Wei Wuxian took the towel and turned to his back.

The whip marks spread from the back of Lan Wangji to his chest, shoulders, and arms, crawling on a large white skin. These scars, which are shallow or deep, can be called crickets, which have destroyed the man's body that could be called perfect.

After watching for a while, Wei Wuxian dipped the cloth towel in his hand and wiped the marks left by the ring whip. He started extremely softly, as if he couldn't bear to hurt Lan Wangji. However, these are old injuries, long past the most painful time. Moreover, even if they are all fresh scars, with the character of Lan Wangji, no matter how painful they will be, they will forcibly not make any sound and show no sign of weakness.

Wi Wuxian would like to ask him now what is going on with these scars. In Gusu Lan's family, only Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren are eligible to punish Lan Wangji with a whip. What kind of things did he do to get his closest brother, or his uncle who had brought him up and proud of him?

There is also the imprint of Qishan Wen's that he did not remember.

However, when it comes to your lips, you can't bear it. Such a thing, Lan Wangji himself did not want to say, he would not ask. And although Lan Wangji would have no memory when he woke up, he rushed to drink in front of Wei Wuxian, which he said was to trust him. If he robbed Lan Wangji of privacy and secrets that would not be known to outsiders, Isn't it well done?

Drunk people, spent most of the night, grinding and grinding, Wei Wuxian asked nothing. It's not that he forgot. He kept thinking about drinking alcohol for Lan Wangji. He wanted to ask him, Han Guangjun, what do you think of me? But every time he came to the mouth, he would find all kinds of reasons in the heart to confuse the past. Why not rush for a while, play with him first and then ask; what ca n’t be so casual, sit down and ask again ... but many excuses, dragged to the present, the real reason is probably because he was timid.

He was afraid to hear a different answer than he expected.

Lan Wangji's arms were originally caught on the edge of the tub, and suddenly turned around. Wei Wuxian realized that he started to swim in the sky while washing. He didn't change places for a while, and washed a piece of white skin on the back of Lan Wangji as if it had been beaten. He quickly stopped, saying: "Sorry, I lost my mind, does it hurt?"

Wei Wuxian was rubbed fiercely behind, Lan Wangji said nothing, just shook his head. Seeing that he was sitting quietly and obediently in the bath tub, Wei Wuxian felt pitiful, and twitched his fingers, and went to slap his chin. But with this hand reaching halfway, Lan Wangji grabbed his wrist with a fist.