"Miss Lan, stay."
Qingjiu walked out of the magic circle, threw the child aside, looked at Lan Zhiyao's back and shouted.
Lan Zhiyao was walking in a daze. It was only after Qingjiu shouted several times that she realized what she was doing and looked back slowly.
"Who is the girl?"
She didn't dare to raise her head and look around just now. Even if she did, her heart was already trembling after seeing Liu Yi's pitiful appearance.
"Liu Shusheng and I are friends and came here with him."
Qingjiu walked up to her, raised his eyebrows, smiled at her, and said Yingying.
The red lips purse slightly, making people think wildly. The pear vortex is shallow, and the smile is as bright as a water lotus.
Lan Zhiyao blinked at the sake, with loneliness in her eyes.
"Why are you looking for me?" Lan Zhiyao said weakly, her beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness.
Qingjiu looked at her and could feel the aura around her being disordered, even weak.
"I wonder if Miss Lan knows a girl named Lian'er?"
Qingjiu was a little curious about Lan Zhiyao, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he directly asked her what he wanted to know.
However, as soon as Qingjiu's voice came out, Lan Zhiyao's face looked strange for a moment. After thinking for a while, he raised his eyes to look at Qingjiu again, but this time he looked at Qingjiu with scrutiny.
"Who are you? How do you know Lian'er?"
Lan Zhiyao looked at the sake with sharp eyes and asked in a weak and cold voice.
"She's dead."
As soon as Qingjiu finished speaking, the hairpin in her hair began to tremble violently.
"How is that possible? What are you talking about? I received Lian'er's jade slip not long ago."
Obviously Lan Zhiyao didn't believe what Qingjiu said, but instead frowned angrily and said to her dissatisfiedly.
Just as he was about to explain, Qingjiu's ears suddenly twitched, his eyes looked in one direction intelligently, and then he took off the hairpin from his head and stuffed it into Lan Zhiyao's hand.
"Take it, don't let anyone know its existence including Xiao Wuhuan. After you know the whole story, go to Liu Yi's residence to find me."
Qingjiu held her hand and looked at her seriously. After finishing her words, Qingjiu quickly turned around and picked up Yao Ze who was squatting on the ground not far away and looking at them.
The formation under his feet quickly appeared, and the sake disappeared.
Lan Zhiyao lowered her eyes and looked at the hairpin in her hand, but she could feel its vibration from the palm of her hand, and was confused in her heart.
But before she could think more about it...
"Yao'er, why are you still standing here?"
At this time, a figure walked over from the direction Qingjiu was looking. I don't know if it was subconsciously or the effect of Qingjiu's words. Lan Zhiyao subconsciously put the hairpin in her hand into her arms, and then twisted her body.
"Why are you here? Where are Mr. Liu... Mr. Liu and others?"
Lan Zhiyao stood there looking at Xiao Wuhuan and said.
"Your old friend seemed to be in poor health. He stood there for a while, then felt a little uncomfortable and left."
Xiao Wuhuan bent his eyes and looked at Lan Zhiyao tenderly, walked to her side and carefully held her arm.
He said softly while leading her away.
However, Lan Zhiyao didn't know why, the better Xiao Wuhuan treated her, the more panicked she felt, as if she was walking towards the abyss of fear step by step.
She never thought that Xiao Wuhuan really liked her. They only met once before they got married, and that was when Xiao Wuhuan came to Lanfu to propose marriage.
He did not have a designated bride, but after seeing her three sisters, he identified Lan Zhiyao at a glance.
At that time, Lan Zhiyao felt that she was like a commodity, being randomly selected, and finally being sold casually by her father.
Although she is the most talented and the most accomplished among the children of the Lan family, she is nothing when faced with absolute power and persecution.
"What are you thinking about?"
Xiao Wuhuan, perhaps seeing that Lan Zhiyao was silent, lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
"It's nothing, I just remembered the past and felt a little emotional."
Lan Zhiyao was called back from her thoughts by Xiao Wuhuan.
Xiao Wuhuan supported Lan Zhiyao and walked in the direction of his dormitory. When he was almost there, a servant suddenly walked up to Xiao Wuhuan and said something unknown in his ear.
"Yao'er, please go back and rest first. I still have things to deal with, so I can't accompany you."
"You go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me."
Lan Zhiyao was not surprised by Xiao Wuhuan's sudden behavior. Even if they were sharing the same bed, Xiao Wuhuan would leave when she was asleep and never touch him.
This was something Lan Zhiyao felt relieved about, but it also made her feel more uneasy. She always felt that Xiao Wuhuan was treating her like a chicken that would be slaughtered after her value was drained.
After watching Xiao Wuhuan leave, Lan Zhiyao withdrew her gaze and quickly closed the door after entering the room.
He took the sake out of his arms and handed the hosta to her.
As the hosta was exposed to the air, Lan Zhiyao used her spiritual power to activate it, and soon a figure appeared in the hosta.
Qingjiu and the others left the city lord's mansion and just stood at the door for a while, when the footsteps of other people came behind them.
"Liu Yibu, I'm telling you, look at what you look like now, what's the difference between you and the beggars on the roadside begging for food? Now you should also understand the difference between you, Yao'er and City Lord Xiao."
Nalan Tuqi was like a villain who took pleasure in the pain of others, stepping on Liu Yi's pain one sentence after another.
"I said enough is enough. You have nothing to do when you are full."
When Lan Tuqi wanted to raise his hand to pat Liu Yi's face, Qingjiu finally got a little annoyed.
She grabbed his hand directly and looked up into his eyes coldly.
Sake never likes to save face for others, and his words are simple and direct.
"Let go of the master."
Just when Sake grabbed Ran Tuqi's wrist, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the sky and swung his gun directly at Sake.
The man moved very quickly and appeared suddenly, but when the red tassel gun exuding evil aura in his hand stabbed him, Qingjiu grabbed Lan Tuqi's hand, suddenly used force, and quickly pulled the man in his hand to his position. .
Lan Tuqi's face sank, and thick spiritual pressure erupted from his body, resisting the spear swung at him and the sake that grabbed him.
"The head of the family..."
After being shaken away, the man in black quickly knelt in front of Lan Tuqi.
Lan Tuqi raised his hand and looked at Qingjiu with cold eyes.
"It turns out that you called for help, and it was just a woman. Even if you asked for help, it was so useless."
After Lan Tuqi glanced at Qingjiu, he said sarcastically to Liu Yi, who had not spoken since coming out, and turned around to leave.
[You call you daddy. . 】
[You are old, not ascended to heaven. If you look at people with your nostrils that are bigger than your eyes, you are irritating people and killing you. 】
[Either I can't lift the swords, or they're all falling apart one by one. 】
【You old bastard...】
"finally found you."
At this time, the person who came after listening to Qingjiu looked at Qingjiu and said calmly.
Tickets, I want them.
kisses
