Xianjun's stand-in ran away

The hot spring is not that big, it can't be compared with Lu Mingsi's bath in Jinghuanjie, it seems that it can only accommodate a dozen people, if Wei Lan soaks in with him, there will definitely be some unavoidable collisions.

To be honest, just thinking about such a scene, Lu Mingsi got a little hotheaded, and couldn't even control himself thinking about what kind of "accident" he would use as an excuse when he was soaking in the hot spring to make Wei Lan dragged in together...

Of course, I only dare to think about it.

Lu Ming stood stiffly on the shore. After a long time of fighting between heaven and man, he finally gave up on that crooked idea and planned to be an upright gentleman who would not be annoying: "Wei Lan, let me do it myself, I can handle it. I don't need your help...you just have to wait for me for a while, and when I go back later, I will tell Xia Xia that you washed it for me."

"You can do it yourself?" Wei Lan seemed to chuckle mockingly.

In the sound of rustling footsteps, Lu Mingsi saw a pair of feet in moccasin boots, and above them were black thick trousers tucked into the boots, covering the graceful calves... Lu Mingsi's Adam's apple twitched, suddenly He turned his head away, not daring to look any further.

Wei Lan naturally didn't know that he could have other thoughts at this time, he leaned over, just to let Lu Mingsi recognize the reality.

Wei Lan stretched out her right hand and grabbed Lu Mingsi by the collar.

What is this for?Help him undress?

Lu Mingsi twitched his forehead, and was about to refuse, when he saw Wei Lan grabbing the collar and pulling it down forcefully—with a squeak, the outer robe was yanked off forcefully, along with the , and a piece of flesh that was frozen together by different kinds of true energy.

The severe pain hit his heart, and Lu Ming was caught off guard. He instinctively used his spiritual power, but ignored the mess in his body. The smell of blood rose from his throat, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Wei Lan seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and took a step to the left, just avoiding the blood spurted out by him. He watched the torn wound on Lu Mingsi's chest covered with silvery white frost marks again in a short moment, revealing An expression that really did.

He let go of the collar he was holding on to, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked up at him with sarcasm in his eyes: "So, when you can't use your spiritual power, how do you plan to deal with this wound? Just like I did just now. Torn off the frozen clothes? Then the blood splattered and stained my hot spring?"

Lu Mingsi: "..."

There was a rare look of helplessness on his face, obviously he had never encountered a situation where his spiritual power was crippled, and he had never made too many assumptions.

Lu Mingsi's lips were pursed into a line, his brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a bit of annoyance on his face.

He was so concerned about Wei Lan's attitude that he forgot about other things. In just a few days, he had already lost face several times for not paying attention, but even so...

Lu Mingsi took a cautious look at Wei Lan, seeing him standing there with a straight face and folded arms, hesitated for a moment, then tentatively opened his arms, and made a gesture of letting him do whatever he wanted.

Wei Lan was satisfied to see the ashamed expression appearing on Lu Mingsi's face, and in an instant he straightened his face again, and said, "Since you don't understand anything, just shut up and stop making your own decisions."

Lu Mingsi was silent for a while, then suddenly nodded his head in a very slight arc, with his arms firmly in the air.

Hope this guy actually listens...

The smile on the corner of Wei Lan's lips flickered, then she lowered her head and concentrated on helping him treat the wound on his chest.

The fresh blood with a frosty breath fell on the ground, and the green grass on the ground was immediately covered with a layer of white frost marks, and the breath of life withered rapidly.

——Even if it’s just a little residual breath contained in the blood, because the essence of power is extremely high, ordinary things can’t resist it at all.

Wei Lan took a look, frowned, stretched out her index finger, and lightly touched the frost-white wound on Lu Mingsi's chest with her fingertips. The tentacles were cold and cold. The extremely corrosive cold air wants to drill into the body.

"Lan Lan, don't touch it directly!" Lu Mingsi didn't expect him to be so reckless after seeing Qingcao's fate, so he touched it directly, and subconsciously grabbed Wei Lan's finger covered with faint white frost, wanting to use it The spiritual power helped him heal the wound, but the moment the spiritual power moved in his body, the hoar frost on his chest immediately spread, and the irritable spiritual power almost exploded directly in his body.

He turned his head abruptly, and spat out a mouthful of blood on the grass next to him.

Lu Ming coughed twice, finally calming down the overwhelming spiritual power in his body, worried about Wei Lan's situation, but when he turned around, Wei Lan looked at him with a look of foolishness.

——Aren't you a fool to move even though you know you can't use your spiritual power?

Wei Lan didn't have a good look at the self-righteous fool, but Lu Mingsi remembered that he hated dirt, and when he couldn't help vomiting blood, he took the initiative to avoid him, subtly pleasing him, and made him struggle to restrain himself and continue to swear impulse.

He stretched out the tip of his index finger, which was no longer abnormal, in front of Lu Mingsi's eyes, moved it deftly, and then said in a tone that speaks to mentally handicapped children: "The white hair before stabbed you twice. , and secretly attacked me, but you can’t even use your spiritual power until now, and I’m fine. Obviously, I don’t know why, I’m very resistant to that guy’s alien qi... This is Bai Xia saw it before, that's why she specially asked me to help you take a bath and treat the wound—"

Wei Lan's slightly rolled eyelids gave people a feeling of being contemptuous, "Lu Mingsi, don't you think that Bai Xia called me here just to match you and me? Your brain is frozen by the frost." Is it? Or is your arrogance blinding your eyes, making you think that it is impossible for me, a mortal, to help the great Immortal Minghui?"

Lu Ming trembled for a moment, his eyes turned black, his blood flowed backwards, and he almost spat out another mouthful of blood.

——He just cared too much about him, why did it become so, so ugly in his mouth?

He subconsciously closed his eyes, not wanting Wei Lan to see the surging emotions in his eyes.

This time, he finally saw the other side of Wei Lan more profoundly than anyone else - when he didn't care about a person, the edges and corners that had been smoothed by love stood up again, stabbing the pain of those who wanted to get closer... ...But even if Wei Lan's words poke at his heart, Lu Mingsi still wants to get close to this person, even if he is disgusted and stabbed, it is better than being ignored and becoming an insignificant stranger in his world.

After Lu Mingsi felt uncomfortable, Wei Lan finally felt relieved. He lowered his head and began to deal with the clothes stuck to Lu Mingsi's wound.

He flicked his wrist, casually combined the knots on his wrist into a sharp dagger, along the frosty white flesh, with gentle and steady force, separated the flesh and cloth little by little, although he was already very careful, but It is still inevitable to touch Lu Mingsi's wound, and when tearing off the last piece of flesh and blood that sticks together in a large area, Lu Mingsi suddenly gasped forbearance.

Wei Lan paused slightly with her fingertips.

Lu Ming already knew that he was disturbing him, so he quickly said, "Lan Lan, I don't—"

"I can't bear this little injury? Isn't Lu Xianjun a little too delicate?" Wei Lan pursed her lips and interrupted him with dissatisfaction.

The rest of Lu Mingsi's "I don't hurt, you continue" was blocked back, and his breath got stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, and almost suffocated his internal injuries. He felt that he was so innocent and couldn't help it. Arguing for yourself: "No, I—"

"Why are you still arguing? It hurts if it hurts, just say it, do you think I am you? I am not cold-blooded and ruthless like you, and I never know how to understand other people's difficulties." Wei Lan blocked him again with a cold face. go back.

When did he do such a thing?

Lu Ming was so overwhelmed by this trumped-up charge that he almost fainted.

Wei Lan pursed her lips, her ears turned slightly red, and once again lowered her head to focus on the injury on his chest, before forgetting to end the topic: "Okay, shut up, don't affect me."

Although his tone was fierce, when he treated the wound again, the movements of his hands were more gentle, until he took off the whole robe that was in the way, and Lu Mingsi didn't hurt again.

But Lu Ming was so preoccupied with his trumped-up charges that he didn't notice it at all.

When he sat naked in the hot spring with Wei Lan's support, he was still entangled in the crime just now: "Lan Lan, when did I become cold-blooded and ruthless and never consider other people's difficulties? This other...is mean you?"

In fact, as long as those embarrassing pasts were not mentioned, Wei Lan could have gotten along with Lu Mingsi normally - as the god son of the Wu Clan and Immortal Minghui.

But Lu Mingsi just seemed to be a drug addict who lost his mind. Time and time again, he insisted on uncovering the piece of cloth covering his scar to find out... But what can he see from the scar?A Wei Lan who was tortured beyond recognition by love?

When Lu Mingsi asked this question ignorantly, Wei Lan suddenly wanted to talk to him.

"Lu Mingsi, in the 100 years of my previous life, I thought I didn't do anything wrong to you, but how did you treat me?" Wei Lan knelt on the edge of the pool, carefully cleaning Lu Mingsi's wound, repeating it over and over again. The warm spring water was used everywhere to wash away the frost on his wound. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that the man's lips were about to open when they touched him, so he couldn't help pressing his fingertips slightly on the wound.

"Hiss!" Lu Mingsi took a deep breath and closed his mouth.

"Shouldn't you just shut up when you're talking, don't you understand this little bit of common sense?" Wei Lan said fiercely, and seeing Lu Mingsi shut his mouth obediently, he continued: "Don't say you don't know, no With my permission, the Tianwu tree was transplanted to the Jingtian world, the Xuanwu array whose effect is similar to that of foot restraint, the former god son Yuchu who kept silent, and the furnace cauldron that was accepted without communication... Lu Ming Si, as long as you regard me as an equal to you, if you think about it from my perspective, you should understand how sad these things make me, but you can clearly pay attention to the emotions of each subordinate, Handle the conflicts between the monks well, why can't Dudu be more careful when facing me?"

"...My consideration for you and my devotion are not the reason why you can't respect me, Lu Mingsi."

Wei Lan said something she wanted to say a long time ago.

It's just that it doesn't make any sense to say it now.

What surprised Wei Lan was that when he brought up those injuries again, his mood was actually peaceful... probably because he finally got rid of that kind of life and no longer needs to live under others, so he can finally be justified and confident, as an equal. Talk to Lu Mingsi with an attitude, no longer be controlled by emotions, no longer worry about gains and losses.

The moonlight was shining brightly on Wei Lan's side face, making him look like a cold god with a calm face, indifferent and ruthless, as if he was not describing the pain that happened to him, he seemed to have returned to the lofty god seat Above all, she will never be moved by love and hatred in the world, and will never be touched by Lu Mingsi again.

Looking at Wei Lan like this, Lu Mingsi's pupils trembled slightly, and suddenly he remembered those details that he only discovered after his death—the understanding and considerateness hidden in his obedient and forbearing attitude, hidden in his hesitating to speak again and again. The deep love in the heart, the loss and injury hidden in the sentence "I know"...

Lu Mingsi regretted it very much.

Because he was the one who was pampered, relying on Wei Lan's preference, he became more and more unscrupulous, surpassed the proper limits in this relationship, and didn't feel wrong, so he was complacent about it...

Until he messed up everything and completely disappointed Wei Lan.

Lan Lan is right, he is indeed an arrogant bastard.

Lu Ming has closed his eyes, the turbulent remorse biting his heart, the pain of watching Wei Lan die, made him both terrified and sober, he realized very clearly that it was him... Pushing away the person he loves with his own hands.

Lu Mingsi suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Wei Lan's right hand resting on his chest, lifted Wei Lan's chin, the annoyance in his dark eyes surged into waves that destroyed everything, and looked straight into Wei Lan's eyes .

"Sorry……"

This is an apology 100 years late, and now, Lu Mingsi can finally convey it to the person he owes.

"I don't ask for your forgiveness. I just want to tell you that I will do my best to make it up. No matter what the request is, as long as you say it, whether it can be done or not, I will do it..."

"...I'm sorry, Lan Lan, it's all my fault."

Lu Mingsi lowered his head slowly, grabbed Wei Lan's right hand, and pressed his forehead against the back of his hand.

Tears rolled down my face.