First Entering Lanying

Unfortunately, it happened to be the rainy season in Lanying.

The mist and rain are hazy, and the hillsides are no longer visible. There are still boats passing by on the river near the river. Looking at the passing green waves, several literati recite poems in the shaking boat with the sound of rain. The singing girl led by the boat, wearing a straw raincoat and playing the pipa, and her singing voice is graceful. She unknowingly disappears into the mist and rain.

Only a sad voice was left to the ears of everyone through the rain curtain.

"Wushan is green, crossing the mountains are green, and the green mountains on both sides of the shore are welcoming each other. Who knows the parting?

Your tears are full of tears, my tears are full of tears, the Luodai knot has not yet come true, and the tide on the river has calmed down."

This is Lan Ying.

It is the ink-like landscape, the melodious singing voice of the singer's mouth, the peace of the raindrops hitting the black-sailed boat, and the snoring of the literati who sleeps drunk and peacefully.

The group walked towards the inn in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The closer to the inn, the more Mu Wanwan felt that Song Zhujun was holding her hands tighter.

Mu Wanwan turned to see, and her face turned pale.

She didn't say anything else, but just put her hand on the back of Song Zhujun's hand. Song Zhujun looked up at her, and Mu Wanwan smiled.

"I was scared when I thought of seeing the immortal cultivators from the Beast Lord Sect and Qingyin Pavilion later. I had never seen such a scene. Zhu Jun, you have to protect me."

Song Zhujun's face calmed down and said, "Okay, just follow me, I will protect you."

Mu Wanwan nodded, and Feng Yuan seemed to hear the movement and turned around and took a look.

But through the rain, Mu Wanwan was not sure if he had read it wrong.

After arriving at the place, Mu Wanwan realized why Song Zhujun was like this.

The girl standing at the door was wearing a relatively close-fitting black dress, and various animal patterns outlined by colorful lines appeared on it. Various silver ornaments were hung on her body, and the same silver ornaments were also made into small accessories. The forehead smear on her forehead seemed to be woven with some animal skin, connected to the back of her head, and there were several beautiful hairs on the body of different birds at the connection.

At first glance, except for the color of the clothes, anyone who sees them will praise you for your cuteness.

But with that stern face, no one dared to say such words.

When Zhang Yu looked at Song Zhujun with a cool face, Song Zhujun unconsciously moved forward.

"sister."

The person who was called sister turned around and stopped looking at her, but just followed the few people in front of her.

Mu Wanwan walked two steps and stood beside Song Zhujun. Song Zhujun realized that she had just left Mu Wanwan.

But when he saw Mu Wanwan just slowly put away the umbrella, he said softly: "That's your sister."

Song Zhujun nodded.

Mu Wanwan pulled her in.

Song Zhujun looked at Mu Wanwan's legs and feet that were still very difficult to walk until now, and silently lowered her head.

After a group of people sat in the hall, Song Zhujun silently blocked Mu Wanwan.

Compared with Song Zhujun, who was so vegetarian and full of plants, Mu Wanwan was much calmer.

She picked up the teapot, poured a cup and put it in Song Zhujun's hand, and then slowly poured a cup for herself.

When everyone was still talking about how the water ghost was. Mu Wanwan held a teacup in her left hand, looking at her nose and nose.

But his right hand was already placed on his injured leg.

The most uncomfortable thing about this continuous plum rainy weather is her.

After the pain is relieved, all kinds of feelings are recovered.

Although it is already a certain fact that the right hand cannot be used now, Mu Wanwan didn't feel it was too difficult to accept. After all, it was a foregone conclusion since he was nailed.

But she still had some hope in her legs, and she originally thought she would not have such trouble. But now she has not yet achieved any improvement, and Lan Ying is coming again, and Lan Ying is still raining.

I'm afraid it will hurt every rainy day in the future.

"These are really interesting. Compared with the corpse demon, there are many ways to form consciousness, and they can all be corpse demons. Besides, the reason why the corpse demon changes is that I transfer the spiritual vein at the foot of Lu Mountain to the heaven of rebirth by the clouds. In order not to let you discover it, I even asked the corpse demon to send a lot of corpse demons to guard Lu Mountain. These people now speculate that the Lan Yingshui ghost and the corpse demon are the same origin. How is it possible? The spiritual vein is not a plant or a tree, so you can have as much as you want."

Mu Wanwan didn't have the time to listen to these people analyze anything. The discomfort in her bones has made her lose the ability to think. But the nightmare demon did not make her purity. If someone analyzes it, it rejects it.

Mu Wanwan couldn't listen anymore, so she took off her ear hook and felt that her ears became much more purified.

After finally finishing the conversation, Song Zhujun just helped Mu Wanwan walk two steps when he heard a sound behind him.

"Zhu Jun, stay. I have something to say to you."

Song Zhujun stopped and looked at Mu Wanwan, who was faintly sweating from her forehead.

Without looking back, he helped Mu Wanwan to the second floor.

"Senior Sister Lan Jun, let's go back to the room first."

The voice came from behind him in a vague way.

Song Lanjun just waved her hand and watched her thin sister support another person upstairs.

I stood there for a long time without moving.

Mu Wanwan entered the house with Song Zhujun and was placed on the bed. Song Zhujun took the golden needle and stabbed Mu Wanwan's leg.

"You can tick it right, don't tick my legs."

Song Zhujun smiled and said, "How could it be? I am the most talented medical practitioner in the Cangshan Sect, so I am not that bad."

Mu Wanwan continued, "Who knows? If I fail, can I still take my leg?"

Song Zhujun looked up at Mu Wanwan's eyes filled with tears.

"No! You're so scared that your accent has changed."

Mu Wanwan touched Song Zhujun's head: "Cry as long as you want, what's there to hold on to?"

Song Zhujun stopped her needle and tears fell down her face.

"This is the first time I haven't listened to my sister, but I'm not that scared and even feel happy. Now that tears flow out, I feel a lot more comfortable in my chest."

Mu Wanwan didn't say anything, just waited for Song Zhujun to slowly calm down.

After Song Zhujun calmed down, Mu Wanwan said: "My leg has been hurting for two hours, and Miss Song doesn't help me."

Song Zhujun spoke while acupuncture on Mu Wanwan: "Yes. I don't know who it is, I'll make me cry. As a result, I delayed myself and blamed me in the end. I'm so injustice."

"Hiss." Mu Wanwan suddenly took a breath.

Song Zhujun said anxiously: "But it hurts? Where does it hurt? But I just got an acupuncture done? I shouldn't fight with you, now it's time to get rid of it."

Before Song Zhujun could finish speaking, Mu Wanwan pinched her face.

"I'm lying to you. I care so much about me, but my mouth is so poisonous."

Song Zhujun patted Mu Wanwan's hand off her face.

"You deserve it."

As he said that, it was another needle.

Mu Wanwan didn't even hang out with her, and she let out another cry of pain.

Song Zhujun asked anxiously, and Mu Wanwan smiled again.

"I'm still lying to you. Miss Song really likes me."

Song Zhujun and Mu Wanwan played for a while before speaking seriously: "Yes, I like you the most."

Mu Wanwan just gently stroked Song Zhujun's hair without opening her mouth.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!