[Transmigration Book] The main character is always scaring me

In front of Mo Hankui's handsome face, the black whip was hanging on the ground. As Mo Hankui walked, the dragged whip rubbed against the ground making an unfriendly sound.

Lan Wei broke into the impasse with a haha, his blue eyes glanced at the cold Mo Hankui, "Okay, okay, why are you being so serious? Lord Mo Hankui, please accept your disgust." Be angry, be careful that no one likes you! Look at your complexion, who doesn't like you, who do you want to hack to death? You can do it in private."

Mo Hankui: "..."

Bai Meng opened his eyelids and looked at Lan Wei's dark eyes without any emotion.

Hamsters are sensitive by nature, so Bai Meng can easily distinguish who is malicious towards Mo Hankui, but until now, Bai Meng has really felt it from Lan Wei.

Lan Wei hated Mo Hankui.

Strange...the two obviously didn't interact...

Bai Meng frowned, with a bit of imperceptible pity in his eyes.

After all, Lan Wei is a good person, although his mouth is a bit poisonous...

But if the malice is true, then I still...

His pitch-black pupils flickered slightly, and then he returned to his usual calmness. He suppressed all his thoughts under the ink-like blackness, allowing others to peep into it, but they couldn't see through it...

"I'm really Lan Wei, why don't you believe it..." Lan Wei pretended to wipe away tears that didn't exist, his eyes were as deep as the sea: "Or, Lan Wei's death...you did it yourself? "

"........."

The scene was suddenly dead silent.

Feng Suiling probably didn't expect that this "fake Lanwei" would suddenly ask a question. There was a flash of panic in his eyes, but he was quickly suppressed by him. He smiled calmly, with a pity on his feminine face. :

"By the time our guards from the Silver Dust Palace arrived, Elder Lan Wei was already dead. On his face, we found a mask..."

As soon as his words fell, a member of the guards in the Silver Dust Hall came out, holding a blood-stained silver-blue half-face mask in his hand.

"........."

Lan Wei took a look, and his eyes suddenly changed.A piece of talisman paper with a painting was directly transformed in his hand, and then the ink pattern in the painting actually appeared from the painting, and finally turned into a big white tiger and appeared in front of Lan Wei.

As soon as the white tiger came out, the expressions in everyone's eyes changed instantly, especially Feng Suiling, who was in the guard team of the Silver Dust Palace, besides disbelief, panic and fear were more on his face.

The white tiger jumped straight at the person holding the mask, its sharp claws slashing the man's throat, because of the agile movements of the white tiger, the man lost his breath before he could ask the rest of the team for help.

The white tiger slowly walked back to Lan Wei with the mask in its mouth. Lan Wei rubbed the white tiger's big head with one hand, and took off the mask from its mouth with the other hand.

The white tiger was so comfortable being rubbed by Lan Wei, it purred obediently, and lay down at the position next to Lan Wei's feet, with its thick white tail still waving from time to time.

"What the hell is this..." "It turns out that Lan Wei really didn't die..." "What nonsense is Captain Feng Suiling talking about? Are you trying to cause disputes between our Silver Dust Hall and Lanxi Hall..." "Who Got it... By the way, who knows who died..."

The people's discussions came from outside, but the people inside the inn were surprisingly quiet.

There is no way, anyone who sees a fierce white tiger, although it is acting cute, but the white tiger still has blood on its paws, can still pretend to speak nonchalantly...

Lan Wei looked at the silver mask in his hand without saying a word, and kept stroking the edge of the ghost mask with his slender fingers.

It was a silver-blue grimacing mask, used to cover half of the face, and the position of the end of the eyes was outlined in red for a long time, but it is estimated that the mask has been used for a long time, not only looks very worn out, but also It also left traces of time, and even the stained blood spots have become mottled, without the stunningness of the past.

"I'm Lan Wei..." Lan Wei put on the mask without joy or sorrow. The fierce decoration of the ghost face matched with his dark blue pupils, but he carried a kind of wildness like a lone wolf, matched with the sea blue hair. The long hair is very beautiful.

"But so what..."

Bai Meng looked over, but saw the corners of Lan Wei's mouth slightly raised beside the white tiger, under the ghost mask, his eyes seemed to be crying and smiling.