1. I was about to put it in my mouth, but after thinking about it, I held back and put it back. I sat at the table, holding my chin in one hand, waiting for Xiao Xingchen to sit up.

2. Nie Mingjue lowered his head and shouted, "Son of a prostitute, no wonder!"

3. Wei Wuxian sat in an extremely inappropriate posture, with his body slanted and his legs propped up. Seeing that Lan Wangji finally got Lan Wangji to speak, he felt a burst of joy as the clouds cleared and the moon shone brightly. He lowered his legs as instructed, but his upper body moved closer unknowingly, his arms pressing on the desk, still sitting in an inappropriate posture. He said solemnly: "Lan Zhan, let me ask you a question. Do you really hate me?"

Four. Who knows that you will believe those who lie to you, but you will believe those who don't? Don’t believe it?

5. Although Jin Ling cried with tears all over his face, he still choked and said loudly: "This is my father's sword. I won't let it go!"

6. After death, the coffin is sealed. The contents discussed were largely the same, and if there were any weak dissenting voices, they would be suppressed immediately.

7. There was a voice in his heart that said: "If he catches me, I will..."

8. Regardless of the bustling Yangguan Road, I want to A single-plank bridge leads to darkness.

9. Four fingers are tightly held, and one little finger is missing.

10. Lan Wangji lowered his eyes, and after a while, he said: "frivolous!"

11. When Wei Wuxian heard this, he immediately felt that this son had a bright future and praised him vigorously. He said, "Not bad, not bad. His observations are meticulous and his approach is unique. This kid will definitely be a love interest in the future."

12. Wei Wuxian knew that he couldn't do the opposite of a drunk person. He said: "Okay, okay, it's up to you, just go away." Then he pulled out his bamboo flute. But before he could bring the flute to his lips, Lan Wangji snatched it away and said, “Don’t play it to him.”

13. Wei Wuxian teased: “Why are you so domineering? Yeah."

Fourteen, Lan Zhan! Lan Wangji! Mr. Hanguang! I, I just really wanted to go to bed with you!

Fifteen. Then, he gritted his teeth viciously and said: "You forced me!"

Sixteen. Drink the wine he drank and suffer the injuries he suffered. Sow the thoughts he had sown.

Seventeen. The bright red sword spikes hang in mid-air, swaying automatically in the absence of wind.

Eighteen. Lan Wangji stared at him and said clearly and clearly: "Mine."

Nineteen. In fact, from beginning to end, he was beaten to ashes. , all that was destroyed was Wenqing.

Twenty. Wei Wuxian said: "No, it's very urgent." Jin Guangyao said: "That's okay."

Twenty-one. But cultivating the ghost path is not Cultivation of immortals, let your thousands of troops, bullies from all over the world, heroes from all over the world, and flowers on the high mountains turn into a handful of loess, all of them will be collected under my banner, used by me, and driven by me!

Twenty-two, Xue Yang laughed and said: "That's what you said. Taoist priest, go and repair the door later, don't blame me."

Twenty-three, Jiang Cheng He sneered and said: "Gusu Lan family, who is ugly? His family even refuses to accept students with irregular facial features, so why don't you find someone with mediocre looks to show me."

Twenty 4. The person who came was covered with moonlight, and he was carrying a seven-stringed guqin on his back. The body of the qin was narrower than an ordinary guqin, with a black body and soft wood color.

Twenty-five. "When he wakes up, say 'I'm sorry, it's not your fault.'"

Twenty-six. This pair of white boots bypassed Wei Wuxian, no Without haste, he took three steps forward. Wei Wuxian raised his head and stood up. When I passed by him, I looked at him for a moment as if unintentionally.

Twenty-seven, you are very kind, I like you. In other words, I like you, love you, want you, whatever you want. I want to go night hunting with you every day, and I want to sleep with you every day.

Twenty-eight. Wei Wuxian tilted his body: "Don't be like this. I was wrong."

Twenty-nine. Lan Wangji is the most intolerable person. Such a frivolous and boring joke. After being disgusted, he will definitely take the initiative to draw a line and keep a distance. Disgusting two people at once, killing two birds with one stone!

Thirty. It’s not that I can’t bear the verbal criticism from others. After all, when I made my choice, I knew very clearly what path I would face in the future. I was already on guard in my heart: Remember Yunmeng Jiang’s words: Lesson - "Do it even if you know it's impossible." I just think that my heart is like a stone, but after all, I am not a tree.

31. "I will kill all the people in this entire Yi city and turn them into living corpses. Is it really okay to ignore you after you have lived here for so long?

< p>32. Jin Guangyao said warmly: "Master Wei, you must not act recklessly. Put down your feelings. Everything is negotiable. "

33. Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji: "Lan Zhan, why don't you blush even when you are drunk? ”

Thirty-four. At that time, he was still wearing the clothes of the Jiang family, with a "casual" on his waist that showed his sharpness. At that time, he had not yet cut off his inner elixir, abandoned the path of immortality and practiced the path of ghosts. He was not yet the Yiling ancestor that people talked about, with a change of expression and the ability to stop children from crying at night. Unfortunately, that was only then.

35. There are two disgusting words that a person must say in his life.

36. After saying that, he sneered and said to himself: "It's better to be dead! Only the dead are obedient.

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Thirty-seven. He explained in such detail that Song Lan was trembling from his hands to his sword: "You beast... you are worse than a beast..."

Thirty 8. After smashing the house, he calmed down again, squatted back to the original spot, and whispered: "Xiao Xingchen. "

Thirty-nine. Lan Wangji drank too much last night...actually it was not much, just a bowl. He was drunk last night, and it was inevitable that he would feel a little uncomfortable when he woke up this morning. He frowned slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. 40. What was reflected in the water was a very elegant young man, who was as clean as if he had been washed by the moonlight, with smooth eyebrows and bright eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved. But when he lowered his head and stared at himself, the water drops on his eyelashes kept falling like tears.