The days of being Mary Sue's brother

Xiaoyu, inn, storyteller.

Outside the door, people kept hiding in this small shop next to the city gate to avoid the rain. The originally cold shop suddenly became lively.

The rain also came suddenly. It was still sunny in the morning, but it suddenly became overcast at noon, and the sun could not be seen. After a while, the rain came down, and it was still heavy, which caught people off guard.

There are storytellers in the inn, who gossip and gossip, listen to what the guest wants to hear, he will talk, and the listener will give a few money if the listener is happy. After a day, I probably forget what the storyteller is What are you talking about.

Ye Lanzhuo sat alone in a small corner of the lobby on the first floor of the inn.

The rain outside the window kept falling, as if the drums were beating a familiar piece of music, and there was a burst of fragrance from the tea cup in my hand, as if it could float all the way to the clothing store opposite.

Ye Lanzhuo remembered this clothing store.

He was here, bought clothes for a man.

Thinking about these things, it seems that it happened only yesterday, so close and so far away.

Ninghe City is not far from Qiushui City. Ye Lanzhuo arrived at Ninghe City all the way from South Yunnan. He was not in a hurry, but came here leisurely in a horse-drawn carriage.

A few days ago, I just sent a letter to Xuan Wutao, saying that I wanted to have fun before going there, but Xuan Wutao still wanted to come to him, but he refused.

It's not that he doesn't want to see Xuan Wutao, but that it's better to buffer some things.

Besides, he was on his way, and there were still things to do.

But... yes, it's been three years.

I haven't seen him for three years, I don't know if Xuan Wutao is still the same as he was three years ago?

For three years, the letters between the two have not been broken, and Ye Lanzhuo only feels that Xuan Wutao is still Xuan Wutao from the few words in the letters, and has not changed at all.

But when he really transformed into a human, Ye Lanzhuo still felt a little uncertain.

Because in the past three years, too many things have indeed happened.

But Ye Lanzhuo would rather choose to believe it.

There are many dissatisfied people in Shenxiangmen, and rioters are everywhere in southern Yunnan.It is not easy for Ye Lanzhuo to subdue everyone with the power of one person.

What's more, this matter spread to the Central Plains.

Fortunately, he is in southern Yunnan, and the public opinion on him in the Central Plains can't hurt him at all.

Anyway, ever since he knew that he had the blood of the Nine Poison Demon, he had expected this day to come.However, there may be more troubles in Suihan Villa.

However, what Ye Lanzhuo didn't expect was that half a year after he stayed in Nanyun, Ye Lanhan sneaked here once.At that time, the Central Plains people had already started to criticize Suihan Villa, Ye Lanhan suddenly sneaked over, Ye Lanzhuo was really angry.

Moreover, he was really afraid that someone would recognize Ye Lanhan's identity and cause trouble for her.

Fortunately, worrying is unnecessary, and no one noticed Ye Lanzhuo along the way.Ye Lanhan told him that everything was fine in Suihan Villa, so he didn't need to worry.

It would be a lie to say that he was not worried, but Ye Lanzhuo naturally wanted to look relieved seeing his sister who was more worried than him.

The girl in front of her had already changed from the innocent and happy little girl in memory to a slim woman, her words were less playful and more mature and stable.But in Ye Lanzhuo's eyes, she seemed to never grow up.

The content of the chat between the two of them was nothing more than trivial matters of those parents. Hearing that Ye Lanhan and Xuan Xiye would occasionally have conflicts, Ye Lanzhuo even joked that he would help Ye Lanhan teach Xuan Xiye a lesson when he went back.

In fact, Ye Lanzhuo himself also understands that as a young couple, they must be arguing at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. If he really wants to fight with Xuan Xiye, Ye Lanhan will be reluctant.

In the end, when Ye Lanhan left, she was caught off guard as if she had been at the gate of Suihan Villa, and hugged Ye Lanzhuo all of a sudden.

Ye Lanzhuo smiled and patted Ye Lanhan on the head.

"Brother, you are wrong." She said, "You are the best brother in the world."

It was as if he saw the little girl who was mending clothes for him in Si Qixuan and chatting endlessly, with a childish smile, gentle and bright.

In fact, Ye Lanzhuo really wanted to say it at the time, and he felt very guilty when he heard it.

He really didn't do anything for her.

In the past, he had inexplicable misunderstandings about Ye Lanhan because of the "Mary Su" hat in this book, but now, he just wants to take a good look at his sister.

When a bystander finally enters the world of the authorities, all sarcastic remarks become slaps in the face, and even he cannot control it, and he is trapped in it unconsciously, and he can no longer stand on the sidelines.

That's all... let's just treat her as the original owner of this body.

Memories were blurred by the patter of rain, and the original appearance could not be seen clearly. Only a few words and a few people were vividly remembered, as if yesterday.

The storyteller was still eloquent, Ye Lanzhuo turned his head and stopped recalling, just wanted to tell the storyteller a story, when suddenly someone shouted: "Storyteller, you said you know astronomy at the top and know astronomy at the bottom." Geography, why don't you tell us about the leader of the Demon Cult in the Western Regions, Sariel?"

Ye Lanzhuo was taken aback, and looked at that person.

The person who asked the question was dressed as a Central Plains native, and spoke with a Central Plains accent.

But Ye Lanzhuo could hear it.

People who have never heard people from the Western Regions may not be able to tell the difference, but Ye Lanzhuo has been in the Western Regions for a while, so he can vaguely tell the difference.

The person who asked the question was from the Western Regions.

Ye Lanzhuo swallowed what he wanted to ask, put one elbow on the table, propped his cheek, and looked at the storyteller who was being questioned, as if listening to a good show.

As soon as the storyteller heard it, a smile appeared on his face, and he asked, "Young man, why do you want to hear the story of the leader of the Demon Cult, Sally Yeh?"

"Naturally I'm curious." The man said: "Since the beginning of this year, the leader of the Demon Cult has brought their demon cult members into the Central Plains from outside Wulian. Destroyed, surrendered surrender... No, it is said that they have all come to our Ninghe City in the past few days!"

As soon as the man said this, the people around immediately exploded. They were terrified, and those who didn't believe it didn't believe it. They each expressed their own opinions, which is quite interesting.

Ye Lanzhuo sat there, resting his chin, frowning slightly.

Ye Lanzhuo knew that Sariye brought people from the Demon Cult into the Central Plains.

Not only at the beginning of this year, but three years ago, Sariel took action.

When Qi Chun suddenly appeared in Southern Yunnan, it was to tell Ye Lanzhuo about it.

At that time, Sariye suddenly brought people from the Devil's Cult to raid Wuxiang's Xiuxian sect in the middle of the night. The Paofeng Pavilion, Baiyunwu and other sects were all attacked, and the whereabouts of the head of the Wuji Sect was also unknown... At that time In the chaos inside the Wuji Gate, Qi Chun suddenly thought of Ye Lanzhuo.

But later, when Qi Chun came to South Yunnan to find Ye Lanzhuo, Ye Lanzhuo couldn't protect himself at that time, so he didn't care about Qi Chun, Qi Chun didn't say anything for a while.

It wasn't until two years ago when Ye Lanzhuo suddenly remembered that Qi Chun faltered and told the truth to Ye Lanzhuo.

At that time, Ye Lanzhuo was really... that angry...Qi Qichun didn't tell himself earlier that Qi Qichun was so foolishly delayed for a year.

For the current plan, Qi Chun can only temporarily remove all the disciples in the sect who are irrelevant, and move them to the interior of the Central Plains, away from the Western Regions.

Because Ye Lanzhuo felt that it was purposeful and targeted for Sariye to bring the Demon Cult to attack the nearby martial arts.

Those sects that once contained the Devil's Cult outside of their relationship were all attacked without exception.

The steam rising from the teacup in his hand filled his eyes, Ye Lanzhuo looked at the steam with no relief on his brows.

A year ago, Qi Chun sent a letter saying that the entire Wuji Gate had moved to Ninghe City.

Ye Lanzhuo was not sure whether the members of the Demon Cult really came to Ninghe City, nor whether their purpose of coming to Ninghe City was for the Promise Gate.

But in everything, there is always a little precaution.

For example, now.

Ye Lanzhuo looked at the man in the bamboo hat who had just walked in from outside the inn.The rain slid off his body, and his footsteps were hasty, with a hint of embarrassment.

Ye Lanzhuo raised his eyebrows, as if he saw a familiar figure.

The storyteller is still telling the story of the current leader of the Demon Cult, Sariye, the Lord of Ember Karma.From the time when he suffered from a disease since he was a child, to the time when he had to rely on ghost energy to live, he was finally saved by a nobleman, and finally inherited his father's career and became the inspirational legend of the leader of the Demon Cult.

Ye Lanzhuo listened to the strange yet familiar story, but his eyes kept falling on the man wearing the bamboo hat.

He kept his hand on the teacup.

Like an arrow waiting to be fired, waiting to vibrate out anytime and anywhere.

The storyteller seemed to have reached a climax, and his voice became louder. Everyone around was attracted, and looked at the storyteller without blinking.

almost.

The hand holding the teacup tightened.

In the next second, at a speed almost invisible to the human eye, the person who asked the question and listened to the story just now rushed out of the gate of the inn.

Almost at the same time, the man in the bamboo hat also chased him out.

The storyteller was still talking enthusiastically, until he talked about how Sariel revived the Demon Cult in Crescent City, and the people around him still listened intently.

Only Xiao Er, who brought a plate of food, was stunned after walking to the seat near the window.

He looked left and right, and couldn't help but secretly surprised.

Why did the young man who was sitting quietly in the corner and ordered a plate of light dishes suddenly disappear?

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Ye Lanzhuo also chased him out.

Just now the teacup flew out of the window and hit the person in the bamboo hat.

Ye Lanzhuo couldn't guarantee whether he could be hurt, but there was his demon spirit on the teacup, so he promised that he could find him.

The rain fell on the body, and the clothes became wet in an instant.Ye Lanzhuo suddenly felt a little envious of the man in the bamboo hat.

At this time, that person was right in front of him.

The abandoned thatched hut by the roadside, the man in the bamboo hat chased all the way here, and Ye Lanzhuo also followed all the way here.

Looking at the gloomy man in front of him, Ye Lanzhuo smiled innocently.

"Long time no see, Luo Xian."

He calmly greeted him like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and the slender man opposite him looked away with a gloomy voice, "Why are you following me?"

"It's hard to meet someone you know, so you don't have to come over to have a look." Ye Lanzhuo said it as a matter of course.

"What you meant was not me, but him." Luo Xian seemed to be the same taciturn boy three years ago, he hadn't changed at all.

"Naturally." Ye Lanzhuo shrugged, "Because he is also an acquaintance."

In the next second, a golden light flashed in Luo Xian's hand in front of him, and the long sword rushed out, stabbing towards Ye Lanzhuo!

Ye Lanzhuo didn't hide.

He just watched the sword stabbing towards him, the corners of his lips raised.

The sword sliced ​​across his cheek, cut off a strand of hair, and stabbed behind him.

"Clang" sound.

The sound of swords clashing.

Ye Lanzhuo looked forward, but did not look at Luo Xian, and said slowly:

"You suddenly appeared behind me like this, do you want Luo Xian to stab me by mistake?"

"If you understand it that way, then it is."

The man behind him blocked Luo Xian's stabbing sword, turned around, and walked slowly around to Ye Lanzhuo's body.

It was still the same as the person who asked the question just now, dressed like a person from the Central Plains, with the ordinary appearance of a passer-by, with an expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, and looked at Ye Lanzhuo who was beside him.

However, what caught the eye was the thing he used to block Luo Xian's stabbing sword.

It was a cigarette stick.