Depths of Old Memories of the Patriarch of Demonic Dao

"Really... Lan Zhan, you are my deskmate?! Have I forgotten a lot of things? How did I get here? My sister... Jiang Cheng and the others, we are classmates, Jiang Cheng, you should know each other ? Do you know how they are? Uncle Jiang and the others..." Wei Ying was a little excited and asked him incoherently.

Before Lan Wangji could answer, Wei Ying hurriedly said, "Ah, I'm sorry," realizing that he had thrown too many questions at once, and Lan Zhan couldn't answer. Wei Ying couldn't organize his words for a while, so he grabbed Scratch your head.

"Hiss—it hurts..." Wei Ying unconsciously touched the wound on his scalp that Wei Wuxian left yesterday.

"What's going on..." Wei Ying muttered.

"Does it hurt?" Lan Wangji stood up and gently brushed his hair to check.

"Well...it's actually okay..." Lan Zhan was so close to him, the smell on his body...

Wei Ying thought wildly.

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing serious, and I didn't do it, I want to ask you a question, Lan Zhan..."

"No."

"...Then you answer my question first and then take care of that... I think my question is more important."

"Lan Zhan, if you keep looking at my hair, then I will always pay attention to the top of my head, so I will pay more attention to the pain? So sit down and answer my question first, can you divert your attention?" Wei Ying grabbed The pocket of his white coat was pulled down.

Unreasonable.

Lan Wangji sat down and kept looking at him.

Wei Ying also stared at him and blinked, and said, "Then it's settled, I'll ask one by one, and you answer one by one?"

"Okay." Lan Wangji replied.

"Do you know how my sister Jiang Yanli and my younger brother Jiang Cheng are doing now?"

"very good."

Knowing that his words were straightforward, Wei Ying nodded, and suddenly asked him again: "What about you?"

"…………Um."

"... um, what do you mean..." Wei Ying just asked casually, lined up a few sentences, and continued to ask, "Lan Zhan, do you know how I got here?" Wei Ying thought about it and felt that this question It's amazing, if I changed the shell myself, it must be... Then what's the matter...

Wei Ying decided to change the way of asking: "It's not... that... Am I..." Wei Ying gently raised his hand and made a movement of wiping his neck, "...?"

Lan Wangji just looked at him and remained silent.

"...Well, there's no need to ask, I must be dead..." Knowing the news of his death, Wei Ying leaned back on his back pillow, looked at the ceiling, and asked casually, "Lan Zhan, how did I die?"

"..." Lan Wangji seemed to think of something, and closed his eyes to hide the sorrow surging out of his pale eyes.

"But if I think about it, you must not know how I died..." Wei Ying let out another long breath.

"...Stop talking." Lan Wangji said shyly, and then opened his eyes, the expression in them returned to the original.

"..." Wei Ying has a youthful heart, and couldn't bear the oppressive and dull atmosphere, so he quickly became active: "Okay, okay, don't talk about it! Anyway, I didn't die now, so I took my life for nothing? Haha..."

Lan Wangji was slightly relieved.

"Then... Lan Zhan, can you chat with me for a while?"

"it is good."

3 minute later.

"..." Wei Ying stared at him with his mouth held back, and finally couldn't help complaining: "Ah... Lan Zhan, chatting with you is so boring!"

It was rare for the head nurse not to hear the news that a certain patient jumped over the wall and went to an Internet cafe today, but she was still very busy.

"Master, can you keep your voice down? The patient next door is going to sleep..."

After Wei Ying fell asleep, Lan Wangji placed a small tube of mild ointment beside his bed.

"Good night."

The author has something to say:

A short transitional chapter, the next chapter is the previous life line, and the time is connected with the dream of the ancestor Xian, but please note that in the next chapter, I will directly write the perspective of God in the past time, not according to the perspective of the ancestor Xian.