The Founder of Diabolism Chapter 96: 寤 寐 Twenty-seventh

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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, saying: "Look at you, throw things again!"

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 did n’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's clothes. He bite off half of it and said, "What's next?"

Since he wants to play, let's play with him.

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.

Wei Wuxian slaps his head.

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!

But these things were all done by Wei Wuxian when he was 12 or 13 years old!

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, Wei Wuxian was distressed and avoiding the dust while thinking: "Then you have to erase the name written on the wall by Lan Wangji, but you can't let others know who did it. Yes, 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 that 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 was tossing it like this. Washing his face is not enough. Wei Wuxian 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 clean. I just pour him a bath water, and let him wash the rest himself. Well, at most, I help him wipe it a few times. Nothing else I do Do. "

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 he had already encountered the scene of Lan Wangji bathing in the cold spring where Yun Shen was unknown, but there was no thought at that time, plus most of the body of Lan Wangji was also buried in the water, the distance It is not so close. Therefore, at this moment, I suddenly saw an honest blue forgetting machine ...

For a moment, Wei Wuxian wondered whether it was good to obey his heart and be brave enough to see, or to cover something for Lan Wangji as a gentleman.

Wei Wuxian has not yet made a decision, but Lan Wangji has stretched out his hand to untie his belt. Wei Wuxian said busyly: "Stop and stop. I don't wash, this bucket is only enough for one person, come on."

Lan Wangji glanced indifferently at the bath barrel and confirmed that two people could not be plugged, so he reluctantly touched it slowly, sinking into it slowly, and soaking himself in hot 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 surrounds the transpiration room, and the beautiful room is like ice and snow. Wei Wuxian felt that it was a pity that Lan Wangji should get some petals floating on the water, and the scenery is better. At the same time, he picked up the wooden spoon in the tub, picked up a thin stream of water, and poured it on his head.

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, Wei Wuxian reached out to close his eyes, he buried the lower half of his face in the water, and spit two 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, and 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.

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