After being dressed as a villain, the hero fell in love with him

"Uh this..."

Jian Ning was at a loss for words.

Can he say that he was not drawn because of his previous life?

Of course not.

Jian Ning pursed her lips and looked up at the sky, "It's already noon, and almost half of the time has passed. The lottery draw is always one batch at a time. Now three batches have been drawn, and two more batches will be drawn in the afternoon. There are so many people , I feel that I may not be able to draw."

"That's hard to say." Jiang Yunche said in a low voice, not agreeing.

Jian Ning twitched the corners of her mouth and raised her eyebrows, "Little Jiang Yunche, I'm just guessing, why do you have so many questions."

Jiang Yunche: "..."

The kid Jiang Yunche pouted, and grudgingly said, "Then I won't ask."

A certain child turned around and ran away again, leaving "private space" for the two seniors.

When Mo Lan heard Jian Ning's explanation, she didn't say anything, she just lowered the color in her eyes, and her whole person suddenly felt oppressed.

But he quickly restrained himself.

However, on this day, as Jian Ning said, he was indeed not drawn.

The next day, in the morning, the second batch of people who were drawn was announced.Elder Xia Kang used spiritual power to suspend a pure black box in the air, and slapped it up from the bottom, and a dozen pieces of bamboo with names flew out from the slender gap above the box.

Names are written on the bamboo slices. According to the order, the two before and after become opponents and come to the stage one by one.If there is more than one, put it back into the box again.But this round, there happened to be no orders.

On the high platform, the bamboo pieces in front of Elder Xia Kang were lined up one by one, facing himself and facing away from everyone.

Jian Ning looked up, patted the dirty cuff with one hand, sat up straight, and waited quietly.

Mo Lan was still sitting next to Jian Ning, looking sideways, taking in all of his little movements, the color of her eyes darkened a bit.

Elder Xia Kang's majestic voice spread far away.

"Thirteen groups, casual cultivator Zhou Jie, casual cultivator Wang Xin."

"Fourteen groups, Baiyin Pavilion Xiao Xue'er, casual cultivator Wu Xi."

"Fifteen groups, casual cultivator Shi Lei, Qianyan Pavilion Lan Yihan."

"Sixteen groups..."

Xia Kang's voice paused, and then he continued to announce flatly, "Sixteen groups, Xuantian Immortal Sect Jian Ning, Sanxiu Zhang Zhun."

really.

Still No.16 group.

Jian Ning had expected it a long time ago, and his face was calm.

Mo Lan tightened her brows a little bit, staring at Jian Ning deeply.

Could it be... as he thought?

Mo Lan slowly clenched her fists and said nothing.

Although Jian Ning and Mo Lan were very quiet, there was a huge explosion below, and the surrounding disciples and ordinary monks watching the game suddenly boiled.

Xuantian Jianning, who started at the age of eight, has been a real genius since he was a child, and his reputation has indeed spread far and wide.

It's just that his previous reputation, on the one hand, was about strength, and on the other hand, it said that he was cruel and inhumane, targeting fellow juniors and so on.

Not exactly a good reputation.

The messy words around fell into his ears from time to time, Jian Ning looked around, and sure enough, he saw countless gazes, eager and cold, scrutinizing and curious, everything.

When I turned around suddenly, I was really...a little panicked.

However, Jian Ning was taken to some public places by his parents since he was a child, and he was the number one villain in his previous life, and he attracted even more attention, so he didn't feel anything after just a few glances.

Jian Ning pursed his lips, retracted his gaze, and happened to bump into a pair of deep eyes, the complex and obscure meanings in them almost made him stunned for a moment.

"Ah... Junior Brother Mo." Jian Ning hastily changed his words, "Junior Brother Mo, why are you looking at me?"

The eyes are still so... weird.

Mo Lanzai stared at him carefully, after a while, stretched out his hand, and touched Jian Ning's head, "There is something."

Jian Ning: "??"

Jian Ning gave Mo Lan a strange look, and said oh.

Time passed quickly, and there were not too many people in front of Jian Ning. It didn't take long before they arrived at Jian Ning's group.

The previous group just ended, that is, the group that Lan Yihan was in.

Lan Yihan on the top is very beautiful, waving a fan and smiling, looking suave and suave.

Although Lan Yihan is a member of Qianyan Pavilion and is said to be Jian Ning's subordinate, he is actually very powerful.In the beginning, it was the original owner who saved his life, and after that Lan Yihan has been helping the original owner manage Qianyan Pavilion.

The two are more like friends.

Jian Ning twitched the corners of her mouth, showing a bit of disgust on her face.

This playboy's posture has not changed for so many years.

"Brother Jane."

Jian Ning was about to stand up and go on stage, when he suddenly heard Mo Lan calling to him, and looked back, "What's wrong with Junior Brother Mo?"

Mo Lan rushed up to Lan Yihan and raised his chin, deliberately said: "This person is quite strong, he comes from Qianyan Pavilion, I heard that he is a sect that has just developed in the boundary between immortals and demons in recent years, and he has some strength. Brother Jian Do you know this man?"

Jian Ning paused, his eyes met Mo Lan's, and there was still a familiar gentle smile over there.

There was a reaction in Jian Ning's head.

Mo Lan knew that "Ruo Mian" and Lan Yihan knew each other, but "Jian Ning" and Lan Yihan probably had no intersection.

"I don't know you." Jian Ning smiled, "How could I know you? Brother Mo, why did you suddenly ask this?"

Mo Lan nodded lightly, lowered her eyes, with a cool look in her eyes, and smiled slightly, "It's nothing, just ask casually."

Jian Ning: "??"

Jian Ning's eyes fell on Mo Lan, which was a bit weird.

Mo Lan today...why is it so strange?

"Group No. 16, Xuantian Immortal Sect Jian Ning and casual cultivator Zhang Zhun."

Elder Xia Kang announced again on the stage, Jian Ning came back to his senses, and said to Mo Lan, "I'll go up first."

Jian Ning stood up in a hurry, and went up to the high platform, and happened to bump into Lan Yihan who was stepping down halfway.

Lan Yihan walked this way waving his fan, with a smile on his face, staring straight at Jianning.When they passed each other, Lan Yihan moved closer to Jianning, lowered his voice, and said lightly, "I'll see you later."

Jian Ning: "...?"

"What are you doing?"

Jian Ning glanced at Lan Yihan and replied in a low voice, but Lan Yihan had already walked away quickly.

Jian Ning pursed her lips, stood on the high platform, collected her thoughts for the time being, and didn't think about these messy things.

Opposite is a casual cultivator who has not joined the Xianmen, the fire department.Jian Ning and the man nodded to each other, and the other side attacked first.

In fact, there are more people in the spiritual law conference than the first round of the test, and there are more people who are brushed off.After all, masters are still in the minority, which means that it is generally difficult for Jian Ning's level to recruit monks of the same level.

Jian Ning won quite easily, and within a few strokes, an ice prison trapped the opponent, immediately announcing the end of the competition.

The view from the high platform is excellent, and the sunlight pouring down from the top of the head is a bit dazzling.Jian Ning squinted his eyes, looked around quickly, and saw several familiar figures in the distance of the stands.

Over there is the location of Qianyan Pavilion.

Lan Yihan smiled, turned and left the stands, and walked to the hiding place.Jian Ning frowned slightly, turned her gaze, and met Mo Lan's gaze from afar.

Jian Ning pursed her lips.

I don't know why, but from a distance, I always feel that the aura around Mo Lan is a bit cold.

Not the one he was used to.

Jian Ning pouted.

Forget it, let's go and see what Lan Yihan is going to do first.

He rushed to Elder Xia Kang and nodded, Jian Ning got off the high platform and went directly to the distance.

He didn't go back to the stands of Xuantian disciples, but went around in a circle, left the crowded venue of the spiritual law conference, and went from a place where no one was there to the remote corner where Lan Yihan was going.

Mo Lan stared at Jian Ning until Jian Ning's figure disappeared around the corner, and a dark light flashed across his eyes.

Jian Ning walked more and more sideways, until a deserted corner where no one could be seen at all, and turned around the corner.A tall figure turned his back to this side, with one hand behind his back, and the other holding a broken fan, fanning it in an incomparably coquettish way.

Jian Ning felt that the blue veins on his forehead were jumping a little more cheerfully, so he stood still, "Lan Yihan, what do you want from me?"

Lan Yihan turned around, and smiled twice in surprise, "Oh, Xiao Mianmian, my Pavilion Master, you are here."

He meant something, and said with a smile: "I thought you were going to leave me here alone just to take care of that Mo."

"What do you want to say?" Jian Ning's head hurt, she had no idea what Lan Yihan was going to do.

Lan Yihan can be said to be the top strategist of himself, the number one villain.

In fact, Jian Ning has never been able to understand Lan Yihan's mind.

Lan Yihan looked Jian Ning up and down, from head to toe, very carefully.

"What are you doing, what are you looking at?"

Jian Ning was almost numb from his gaze, and took two steps back.

Lan Yihan smiled, followed suit, reached out and patted Jian Ning's shoulder, "What are you hiding, I haven't seen my little Mianmian for a long time, I miss it so much, I hate it~"

Jian Ning: "..."

It's better to say goodbye, he can't bear this miss.

The corner of Jian Ning's mouth twitched, and he took another step back, "Speak well, don't move forward."

"Why, Mo Lan is so close to you, you don't resist, I get closer to you and you just hide from me like this." Lan Yihan shook his fan and lowered his gaze, "Why, I'm addicted to acting, I really think I am that one The weak Ruomian? Don't forget, you also have a surname, Wen Ruomian."

Jian Ning suddenly frowned, looking almost a little cold for a moment.

"This is my own business. What on earth do you want to say?"

He is him, Wen Ruomian is Wen Ruomian.

This point, he has never been very clear.

It is impossible for him to lay hands on Mo Lan again.And what happened back then, Mo Lan herself... was not wrong.

Seeing Jian Ning's expression was wrong, Lan Yihan didn't realize it, and smiled and joked naturally, "I'm just talking casually, Xiao Mianmian, look at you, your tone is so scary."

Jian Ning still frowned, and didn't want to tell Lan Yihan more, "Are you okay? I'll leave if I'm fine."

"Yes, yes, why are you in such a hurry." Lan Yihan smacked his lips, seeing that Jianning really didn't want to dawdle, he said directly: "Do you remember, after you saved me, I gave you a flute as a reward."

Jian Ning naturally remembered, nodded, "Why?"

"There is a flaw on the flute, which was left in the past." Lan Yihan said, "I recently thought of a way to make up for this flaw. I want to take it to make up, and I will give it to you when it is done."

"Just for this?" Jian Ning looked at him suspiciously.

There are so many people in the Spiritual Law Conference, and they called him out at the risk of being discovered, just because of that flute?

Lan Yihan was serious, "Of course, this is my ancestral flute. If you hadn't saved my life, I wouldn't be willing to take it out."

Jian Ning glanced at him a few times, flipped his palm, and took something out of the space ring.

In the corner, an emerald green jade flute was suspended in the air, shining brightly, and chillingly.

Obviously not ordinary.

Lan Yihan squinted his eyes and looked at the jade flute carefully.

Every bit of it was the same as he used to be familiar with.Even the very small crack on the edge is exactly the same, unchanged.

"Give you."

Jian Ning pushed the jade flute forward.

Lan Yihan took it and held it in his hand, "Okay, you are in a hurry. I'm fine, Xiao Mianmian, you go back quickly, lest that person surnamed Mo wait impatiently, and it will be troublesome to find him later."

Jian Ning was also worried about this, nodded, turned and walked back, "Then I'm leaving."

Lan Yihan stared at Jian Ning's back, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the look in his eyes was very...complicated.

Mixed with some doubts.

It seemed that even he himself didn't seem to understand what was in his heart.

He felt that Ruomian seemed... to have changed.

He is Wen Ruomian.

And Wen Ruomian was supposed to be a ruthless person like Jian Ning in the past, "Ruomian" was just a hypocritical appearance.

But now, this person is as reckless and lively as the false "Ruo Mian" in the past, extremely comfortable, completely free of the depression of the past.

On the contrary, the former cold appearance has become like a bubble.

Lan Yihan looked down at the jade flute in his hand, and frowned.

he's kinda...

Can't tell.

Is this Wen Ruomian?

When Jian Ning came, she always chose places where no one was around, and when she went back, she didn't meet anyone.Jian Ning was sure that there was nothing in front of him, and there was nothing to hide, so he didn't make any concealment, and strode back.

However, as he was walking, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Jian Ning was startled, before he could use the spiritual power in his hand, he felt his eyes shaking, his wrist was pinched, and his back suddenly hit the thick tree trunk.

The person in front pressed down extremely close, his voice low.

"Brother Jian, where did this go?"

Mo Lan?

Jian Ning raised his eyes, and Mo Lan's extremely handsome face was almost in front of him, blocking the light, leaving only a shadow to cover him.

Jian Ning paused, then withdrew the spiritual power in his hand, "Junior Brother Mo, why are you here?"

And hit him on a tree trunk.

Mo Lan lowered his head, looking down at the person trapped in front of him, his eyes were deep, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

"I see Senior Brother Jian, you haven't returned for a long time, I'm worried... Did you come across something unclean."

"What do you mean?"

Facing the faintly smiling face in front of her, Jian Ning suddenly stopped beating for some reason.

"It's not interesting." Mo Lan twitched his lips as he thought about the broken flute that Lan Yihan had just seen.

The Lan family used to be considered a great immortal sect, but it declined later.

This man, tsk, even dares to take the token of the head's wife.

How long does it take to hold it for many years?

Ah.

The dissatisfaction in Mo Lan's eyes was clear, she lowered her body even more, leaned closer to Jian Ning's ear, and whispered softly.

"Just thinking, in case Senior Brother Jian encounters something unclean, I can help you, Senior Brother Jian, get away."

Mo Lan clearly noticed that the body in her arms trembled slightly, and the fine hair on her fragile neck stood up, and she smiled.

so sensitive.

"Junior Brother Mo, you..."

Jian Ning shrank back, but was blocked by the tree behind him, turned around and realized that it was Mo Lan who used teleportation just now, and he didn't know where he took him now.

Mo Lan tilted his head slightly, staring at the person in front of him, the guess in his heart became more and more lingering in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it.

The author has something to say: I finally caught up O(≧▽≦)O

That's right, let me ask, have you seen the leave note I posted in the copywriting earlier?I hung up my leave, but I forgot to say it in my speech

-

感谢在2020-05-0500:00:34~2020-05-0523:56:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: return to the moon and return to the place. 2 bottles; at that time, the bright moon was in 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!