Douluo Wuxian

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In the quiet room, two people with similar faces sat across from each other. One of them lowered his head slightly, and the other looked worried.

These two people are Gusu Shuangbi, Lan Wangji, and Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen looked at Lan Wangji, feeling helpless and worried.Although he didn't show it on his face, Lan Xichen could read the pain and despair in Lan Wangji's heart.

He couldn't persuade him about this matter, and he couldn't dissuade her. Even if he had long talks with Lan Zhan every night, he couldn't untie this knot in his heart.

With a helpless sigh, Lan Xichen thought he should talk to Lan Zhan tomorrow.

Lan Xichen was sighing, and Wei Wuxian was sighing too.

Wei Wuxian really didn't know that Lan Zhan would be in such pain after his death.Seeing Lan Zhan like this, Wei Wuxian felt sorry for Lan Zhan and felt a little bit happy.

How lucky and happy it was that such a deeply affectionate person was bumped into by Wei Wuxian.

What followed was a long 13-year wait.

"Everyone in the world thinks that Lan Zhan will get out of trouble, but in fact there are two reasons..."

They followed Lan Zhan and dealt with various troubles and troubles.Since there is always chaos, Lan Zhan won't be dealing with ferocious evils, but mostly ordinary ones. Wei Wuxian would be so frightened that he would kneel on the ground as soon as Wei Wuxian passed by.

Let Wei Wuxian tell the truth, he would never chase such a small character around.But Lan Zhan did it.

In these 13 years when chaos is inevitable, Lan Zhan will play the song "Ask the Spirit" every time when driving away evil spirits. It is the same three lines that he played at the mass grave.Although Wei Wuxian has never practiced asking spirits, he can still guess the meaning of these three qin lines.

Still there?Where?Can it be returned to?

However, no matter how many times I played or asked, there was no answer.

Every year on July [-]th, Lan Zhan would buy a river lantern in Caiyi Town and quietly watch the river lantern float into the distance along the current.There is no need to explain why people put up lamps.

The emperor in the quiet room laughed more and more, but no one came to drink.

There were more and more rabbits in front of the quiet room, but no one was carrying them and smiling at Lan Zhan.

The 33 marks of the whip on his body cannot be erased, and the brand on his chest has already scabbed, leaving a mark that will never disappear.This also seems to mean that Lan Zhan will never forget Wei Wuxian for the rest of his life.

Sizhui grew up year by year and gradually became a stable and outstanding young man.

The number of house rules on the discipline stone has also increased to [-], and the penalty for copying has also changed to copying upside down.

People say that things change and people change, things are no longer what they used to be, and people don’t know when they will return.

For 13 years, I have been talking to the wind day and night, dreaming about my old friend day and night, and my soul has not returned year after year.

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13 years later, Mojiazhuang.

When Wei Wuxian saw Mojiazhuang in the distance, he almost wanted to cover his face.

God, this is definitely part of his dark history, although he doesn't feel any shame in it.

Wei Wuxian was faintly excited. Soon, "he" would meet Lan Zhan.

Just like the night when the Mo family was exterminated, Lan Si set off signal fireworks and Hanguang Lord arrived as scheduled.

However, Wei Wuxian did not wait until they met at Dafan Mountain.

After the incident in Mojiazhuang, Lan Zhan took Chifeng Zun's arm back to the Gusu Lan Sect.

Then. . . .

There's no after that.

Following a wave of dizziness, in the blink of an eye they returned to the charred and messy mass graves, and the sound of Ling Ling Wang Ji's piano could be heard again.

Wei Wuxian understood why Lan Zhan couldn't leave this illusion.

Lan Zhan trapped himself with these 13 years of painful memories.

This can't be blamed on Lan Zhan.Lan Zhan doesn't say it, but these 13 years, the 13 years since Wei Wuxian's death, are the pain buried deep in Lan Zhan's heart.Once the illusions of those years were mixed up, this most painful period of time was naturally brought out.

After all, it was still the influence of the illusion that made Lan Zhan keep recycling this painful memory.

Wei Wuxian knew how to unravel this illusion.

But the problem is that he can't touch Lan Zhan, and Lan Zhan can't see him.

Lan Zhan was playing the piano in an unknown place in the clouds, and Wei Wuxian was playing the flute on the side. The music was like the sound of nature, but the two of them seemed to be separated by yin and yang.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian felt a lightness in his arms, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.When he looked down, his lovesickness slipped from his arms unknowingly.

Wei Wuxian quickly picked up the flowers and put them in his arms.

"Wei Ying?"

Looking up, he found Lan Zhan staring straight at him. Wei Wuxian had never seen him show his disbelief and joy so clearly.

Lan Zhan seemed to reach out and touch him, but before his hand reached Wei Wuxian, he drooped down again.

"It turns out...it's an illusion..."

"Young...could it be..." Tang San saw the clue.

"Maybe."

Wei Wuxian once again took out the Acacia Heartbroken Red, held it carefully, and walked slowly behind Lan Zhan.

"Lan Zhan."

Lan Zhan turned around in response, showing no signs of sadness or joy.

He regarded Wei Wuxian as a phantom.

"Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian was not annoyed and called again.

"Wei Ying. Are you... back?" Lan Zhan seemed unsure and did not dare to touch Wei Wuxian, fearing that if he touched him, the person opposite would float away like smoke.

Wei Wuxian shook his head slightly.He did not come back at that time. "Right or wrong is up to you, reputation or reputation is up to others, regardless of gains or losses. Are you willing to wait for me for 13 years?" He said, gently sending the heartbroken red to Lan Zhan.

After a long time, Lan Zhan took the flower and said, "Okay."

Lan Zhan looked down at the flowers in his hands, as if to prove that what just happened was not his fantasy.

I have been waiting for you for 13 years, Wei Ying, you must come back.

13 years later, Dafan Mountain.

Bichen cut off more than 400 fairy-binding nets and had a minor conflict with Jiang Cheng. He thanked Mo Xuanyu, the young master of the Mo family who had previously helped Si Zhui and his party in Mojiazhuang, and Lan Zhan returned to At the foot of the mountain, they were waiting quietly for SiZhui and others to come down the mountain.

But soon they heard that something extraordinary had appeared on Dafan Mountain.He hurried up the mountain again and heard the sound of a flute.

Upon hearing the sound of the flute, Lan Zhan's first reaction was to frown.The sound of the flute can be described as a compliment.Such music is undoubtedly a kind of torture for the people of the Gusu Lan Sect, but the surprise and surprise in Lan Zhan's heart cannot deceive others.

He is the only one who has heard this piece of music.

Lan Zhan stared intently at the flute player in front of him, unable to move even an inch.It wasn't until the person bumped into him that he grasped the person's wrist tightly, as if using all his strength to prevent the person from leaving.

"I brought this person back to the Lan family."

I'm finally waiting for you.

This time, I won't let you leave again.

I am willing to sweep away the dust for you, and I can do everything I can.

The illusion is gone.

The colorful light of the Qibao Glazed Pagoda gradually faded, and as soon as Wei Wuxian opened his eyes, he immediately pounced on Lan Zhan.

"Lan Zhan, I'm back."

"......Um."