The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 83: Danxin 19th 5th

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In a flash, Lan Si was so scared that he swallowed everything he wanted to vomit.

His hand just pressed onto the hilt of the sword, he took a deep look and whispered, "Ghost ..."

When Jin Ling in the cabin heard it, he rushed out with a sword and said, "A ghost? Where can I kill you!"

Lan Si chased: "Not a ghost, but a ghost general!"

The teenagers rushed to the deck and looked in the direction Lan Si followed. Sure enough, the black figure gliding under the ship's side and looking up from below, the Correct ghost general Wen Ning.

After they left the mass funeral post, Wen Ning disappeared. Who would have expected him to steal this fishing boat silently at this moment? I wonder how long already has been.

The teenagers were frightened for a moment. With big eyes and small eyes, he glared at each other, and said, "Should we call someone?"

Although everyone agreed, no one did anything.

In addition to worrying that Wen Ning would explode when he shouted, because they felt that the ghost generals they saw and heard were nothing like the ghost generals in the rumors. The teenagers are fearless by nature, so they are not afraid at all. Some people even think that although Wen Ning's shape is strange, he does not look threatened and is motionless when found. It is quite interesting like an ignorant turtle. So staring, three-point thrilling, seven-point excitement, very fun.

Another teenager muttered: "No wonder the ship was slow, it turned out to be more people, and it was heavy."

"What is he doing there?"

"Not to kill us. If you want to kill early, you can kill on the mass grave post."

Lan Sizhuan said the speculation he had been holding in his heart for a long time: "Are you trying to protect us?"

His voice passed, and Wen Ning's gaze turned to his face, staring at the Sven boy for a while, the stiff and pale face suddenly moved.

The Aristocratic Family child beside Lan Sichai scared his feet, and exclaimed, "He is up!"

Sure enough, Wen Ning's body came out of dehydration, holding down a thick hemp rope from the deck with both hands, and began to slowly climb up!

Several teenagers spread out, panicking on the deck in a panic, screaming, "He's coming up! Here's the ghost general!"

"What to do! What does he want to do?!"

"Call someone! Call someone soon!"

"You call someone, I, I will cut the rope!"

The young man drew his sword to cut the hemp rope, but Wenning already climbed up, flipped over the ship's side, and sank on the deck. The whole fishing boat seemed to sway as he fell.

The teenagers drew their swords and squeezed to the other side of the deck. Wen Ning stared at Lan Sichai's face and walked towards him, and everyone immediately brushed a dozen sword tips at him, his heart beating wildly, and guarding against them.

Lan Si realized that he had come to himself and settled down. Wen Ning asked him, "You, what's your name?"

Lan Si chased for a moment, stood upright, and replied, "The junior is the aunt Su Lan's child, named Lan Yuan."

Wen Ning Road: "Lanyuan?"

Lan Si nodded. Wen Ningdao: "You ... Do you know who got this name for you?"

The dead have no expression or expression, but Lan Si chases an illusion. Wen Ning's eyes seem to light up.

He also felt that Wen Ning's heart was very excited at this moment, so excited that he even stumbled over the words, and even he was faintly excited, as if he would soon reveal a secret.

Lan Si chased: "The name is naturally taken by the parents."

Wen Ning said: "Well, are your parents still alive?"

Lan Si chased: "My parents died when I was very young."

A teenager dragged his sleeve and whispered, "Think chase, don't say so much, beware of weirdness."

Wen Ning froze and said, "Thinking? Thinking is your word?"

Lan Si chased: "Correct."

Wen Ning said: "Who got it for you?"

Lan Si chased: "Han Guangjun."

Wen Ning lowered her head and silently read the word "thinking" twice. Lan Si chased: "Will ..." He originally wanted to call the general, but felt weird again, and rephrased: "Mr. Wen? What happened to my name?"

"Oh." Wen Ning looked up, stared at his face, and asked, "You, you look like, look like my cousin."

This sounds really like a rhetoric of a lower monk and a relative who is a surname climbing student. The more the youngsters listen, the more they become confused and confused. Lan Sizhuan didn't know how to answer, and said, "Really, really?"

Wen Ning said: "Really!"

He tried to lift the muscles on the corners of his mouth, and he seemed to want to make a smile. Looking at the appearance of "General Ghost", for some reason, Lan Si chased his heart suddenly with a strong sense of intimacy.

Correct intimacy. He seems to have seen this scene somewhere. There is a title, it seems to break through some obstacles and earn. As soon as he shouted that title, many other things would emerge at once, making him suddenly bright. But at this moment, Lan Si chased Jin Ling aside.

Jin Ling's face is dark and extremely ugly. The sword holding hand is loose and tight, and the blue tendons on the back of the hand are also looming.

He just remembered that Wen Ning, a seemingly harmless ghost general in front of him, was Jin Ling's father and foe.

Following his gaze, Wen Ning slowly turned to Jin Ling and said, "Jin Rulan Young Master?"

Jin Ling said coldly, "Who is that."

Since a moment's silence, Wen Ning changed his tongue and said, "Jin Ling Xiao Young Master."

Jin Ling stared at him, the other teenagers stared nervously at Jin Ling, for fear of his impulse. Lan Si chased: "Gold Young Master ..."

Jin Ling said: "You let go, it's not your business."

Lan Sizhui felt vaguely that this would not be his business. He stepped forward and stood in front of Jin Ling, saying: "Jin Ling, you take the sword first ..."

Jin Ling had a tight heart, and his vision was blocked by him. He shouted, "Don't stop me!"

As he reached out and pushed, Lan Sichai was originally seasick, and his feet were weak. When he was pushed, he bumped into the ship's rail, almost turned over and carried it into the dark Yejiang. Fortunately, Wen Ning picked it up and dragged come back. A group of teenagers immediately stepped up to help him: "Think chasing brother!"

"Blue Young Master, are you okay? Why not push so?"

Wen Ning said to Jin Ling: "Jing Young Master, you come to me, Wen Ning will never resist, but Ah ... Lanyuan Young Master ..."

A young man rebuked, "Jin Ling, why are you like this!"

Another teenager also said, "It's for your sake to chase brothers. You don't have to show affection, why are you pushing people?"

Jin Ling originally thought that he was out of control, but it was also a surprise. It can be seen that all his peers have helped him and blamed himself. This picture overlaps with the past. He has always been in such an embarrassing situation on the Jinlin platform over the years.

There are no parents, and they live in Yunmengjiang more than Lanling Jin's. No one is disciplined and has a bad temper. Everyone says he is spoiled and difficult to get along with. Obviously distinguished, did not like to play with his Aristocratic Family children when he was a child, a little older and unwilling to follow his Aristocratic Family children. No one on Jinlin really believed he had a future.

His eyes were getting reddish, and he said loudly, "Yes! It's all my fault! I'm such a terrible person! How about you? You control me? It's your turn to discipline me?"

Suddenly, a blue light pierced the night sky above the river, approaching the fishing boat.

The two figures both landed on the deck, and blue light was trapped in the sheath.

At the sight of these two people, Lan Si relaxed when chasing a heart, and said with joy: "Han Guangjun! Senior Wei!"

The **** emancipator on the right laughed, just a wave came, the boat swayed, his body swayed, and he almost fell. The man on the left naturally supported him, and then he stood firm.

Wei Wuxian wouldn't mind it. It was the first time that everyone had seen Han Guangjun's disheveled appearance. The white clothes of the two have been dyed dark red in different shades, and they are exuding blood. Lan Wangji is a bit neat, but there is only a significant amount of wiping on the whole body that is quite clean.

However, the bandage that Wei Wuxian ripped from his sleeve and wrapped him with a small wound was tied well to his left hand.