The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 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 eyelashes. 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."

Pause, he said, "Don't look at me? Okay, then I said it myself. That night, it was me that was wrong. I was wrong. I should n’t over the wall, I shouldn't drink, I shouldn't fight with you . But I swear! I didn't mean to provoke you deliberately. I didn't really look at your family rules. The family rules of the Jiang family were all verbal and not written down at all. Otherwise I would definitely not. 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 at all. Lan Zhan, are you listening? Lan Young Master, Brother Lan Er, give me a face, look at me. "

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

Wei Wuxian crooked himself: "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, struggling: "Eh? Heh!"

Lan Wangji closed her eyes, exhaled gently, opened her eyes, and she looked calm again, and re-written, as if nothing had happened. Wei Wuxian had heard the hatefulness of the Lan Family's bantering arts early, but he didn't believe this evil. But for a long time, the corners of his mouth were red, and he could not open anyway. After a while, he flew away and threw a piece of paper over. Lan Wangji glanced at him and said, "Boring."

Wei Wuxian was paralyzed and rolled on the mat. He got up and wrote a new one. He was photographed 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. The consequence of being repeatedly banned is that Wei Wuxian didn't have time to touch the fish. He had to copy for a month, but it was almost finished in seven days.

The seventh day is the last day I have thought about. Wei Wuxian today is a bit different. He came to Gusu for a while, and his sword was thrown away every day. He never saw him serious, but he brought it that day and pressed it next to the book case. It is the normal state of perseverance and harassment of Lan Wangji, without saying a word, sitting down and writing, the obedience is almost weird.

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 were 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 finished already, 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 to him, and write graffiti on the paper all the way. He was used to it, didn't care, and suddenly said: "I forgot to add something to you. "

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 an ancient book, but when he opened the scan just now, all his eyes were full of naked and tangled figures. The original book he read was actually turned into a book cover and disguised as a spring book.

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 was still laughing there at the table: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

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 in the sheath, reminded: "Yi posture! Pay attention to yi posture! I also brought a sword today, You don't need it in your library! "He had expected Lan Wang's opportunity to become embarrassed and angry, and he carried his sword back to guard him, 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. 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: "Do not fight or fight. Yunshen is forbidden to fight privately." He was going to pick up the book that was thrown out. Lan Wangji grabbed it and seized it. 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. You want to watch it again? You don't have to rob it, it was originally lent to you. Look. "

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 asked someone to borrow it, and you should return it after reading it ... hey hey do n’t come over, something Good to say. Wouldn't you want to turn it in? Who would you give it to? The old ... to your uncle? Lan Er Young Master, can this kind of thing be given to the elders in the clan? He will doubt you have seen it yourself. It ’s shame! "

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 inducing him to destroy the dead body, and was relieved, pretending to be sorry: "violent celestial creature!" He smashed a piece of shredded paper that fell on his hair and held it to Lan Wangji to see: "Lan Zhan you have everything Well, I just like to throw things. You talk about how many paper **** you throw on the ground these days? You are not addicted to throwing paper **** today. You tear the paper. You tear it, you can clean it up. I do n’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 lunatics rushed in general. Into the woods, 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?"

Some people have a look of admiration: "Heard, he let you go! Brother Wei, the first time I heard Lan Wangji called" Go! "How did you do that?

Wei Wuxian was proud of the spring breeze: "It is gratifying, I helped him break this ban today. See it, Lan Er Young Master is a well-known and praised cultivation and tutoring, and he is completely vulnerable in front of me."

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? What a pity that Brother Huai Sang, your treasure spring | Palace. I have n’t finished watching it, it ’s so wonderful! Lan Zhan is really incomprehensible, show him that he is 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!"