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A spirit butterfly spread its wings outside the window and landed on the palm of Meng Yao who was listening to the class. Meng Yao concentrated on finding out the information, and then smiled innocently at everyone who came over, "Mother said, the fairy from the Wen family The governor has already been buried under the ruins of the Buyetian Palace."

There was a deathly silence in the orchid room, and even Wei Ying, who knew what he knew, was startled. The paper-cut man used to play tricks on Mr. staggered a few steps and fell off the desk, "Oh hoo~"

"As expected, Master is the most powerful." Xue Yang's eyes sparkled after he realized it, and he grabbed another candy from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth.

"As expected of Aunt Meng!" Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng, who came back to their senses, couldn't hide the joy on their faces.

"Cough!" Lan Qiren, who was at the top, was stunned for a moment when he heard such a big event, coughed lightly to announce the suspension of class, and then left in a hurry, apparently wanting to discuss it with Lan Xichen and the elders of the Lan family some.

Lan Qiren left, and the Lan Shi also exploded. I don't know how many small families have been destroyed by Wen's hands these years. Wen Ruohan's notoriety has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of all the disciples of the Immortal Sect. How can his death not be shocking? Surprised and happy.

"Brother Wei! Brother Wei!" Nie Huaisang, who had the best relationship with Yunmeng's people, threw himself on Wei Ying's arm, curious. "That's the Immortal Governor. Senior Meng you said really killed him...?"

"Of course he was killed." Wei Ying raised his eyebrows, "Who dares to lie about such a thing?"

"Don't dare." Nie Huaisang smiled coyly, and suddenly felt a chill in his body. He raised his head consciously, and the young man sitting in the front, wearing a cloud pattern on his head and wearing white clothes as elegant as moonlight and frost, looked at him expressionlessly. them.

"Second Master Lan..."

"Brother Lan~"

This young man is the second son of the Lan family. He and his elder brother Lan Xichen are also called Gusu Shuangbi. His name is Zhan, and his character is Wangji. I really like teasing him.

"Second Brother Lan looks at me like this, does he think I'm extraordinarily handsome today?" Wei Ying teased, playing with his hair that was hanging down his temples.

"Boring." Lan Wangji glanced at his arm that Nie Huaisang was holding, and stood up.

"Brother Wei, you are really daring!" Nie HuaiSang couldn't help moving away a little, heaving a sigh of relief when he saw Lan WangJi leaving without haste.

"Small meaning, small meaning." Wei Ying gave a small look of embarrassment.

Wen Ruohan died, Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu were buried under the ruins, Wen Jiakeqing's disciples scattered in panic, the Jiang family who had prepared ahead of time naturally got the biggest benefit, and the Gusu Lan family, Qinghe Nie family, and Lanling Jin family followed closely Afterwards, the rest of the families also took action upon hearing the news. Not long ago, the blazing sun that suppressed the hundreds of families had no room to breathe, and the building collapsed in a blink of an eye, which is embarrassing.

"The fierce competition between you and me in this fairy gate is not inferior to the change of dynasties in the world." Jiang Yan looked at the stack of solemn greetings in front of him and sneered.

"I heard that if the old and weak women and children of the Wen family were not stopped by the Jiang family and the Lan family, they would almost have become their trophies?"

The attendants behind him bowed their heads silently, as if they had never heard of it.

"Forget it, since they still have scruples about meeting me, an old mother who likes to strike first and protect the calf, then let's meet."

"Then this subordinate is going to prepare?"

"Go."

The house with the plaque of the Meng Mansion is not small at all for ordinary people, but it is really shabby for the vast Xianmen Baijia.

The patriarchs and elders gathered at the door and looked at each other for a while, but Jiang Fengmian, who had no choice but to accompany Jiang Yan and was most familiar with Jiang Yan, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"My wife has been waiting for a long time, please come inside." The housekeeper who opened the door opened the door, and led him into the reception hall in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.

Above the hall, Jiang Yan, who looks elegant, poetic, soft and picturesque at first glance, is shaking a round fan with a smile on her face. She is not at all like a woman who has been a mother for many years, and she is not like a strong woman who can lightly erase Wen Ruohan's life. By.

"Mrs. Meng." Lan Xichen, who was walking in front, cupped his hands and bowed, and the rest of the people also saluted.

"You are welcome, please sit down." Jiang Yan nodded slightly, and the huge spiritual pressure on her body since they stepped into the hall also slowly dissipated with the sound of the voice.

The guests, whose foreheads were covered with fine cold sweat and whose feet were limp, forced themselves to find a place to sit down. Only Jiang Fengmian and Lan Xichen, who had received biased care, did not lose their composure in the slightest.

"Brother Nie?" Lan Xichen worriedly looked at his friend Nie Mingjue, Patriarch of the Nie family, who closed his eyes and trembled all over, but stood there motionless.

"I feel the bottleneck under pressure." Jiang Yan said lightly. "It's just that I'm restless and disturbed by my own skills, so I can't help but struggle when I realize it for a while."

The original owner once turned into a lonely soul and met his brother-in-law, that is, the upright Chi Fengzun who hated evil as much as revenge. The two died because of each other. What do you want to do, but I mentioned one more sentence.

Hearing this, Lan Xichen said, with the hole flute cracking ice in his hand, a voiceless tune calmed him down, even if other people were thinking about it, they couldn't be bothered with anyone, so they had to hold their breath and wait.

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