The string was too thin and was coated with a special color, making it almost invisible to the naked eye. In addition, Wei Wuxian was so distracted that he had no time to pay attention to anything else, which is why it caught his vital points.

Wei WuXian said, “Lan Zhan, stop! Don’t retreat!”

But Lan Wangji took five steps back without hesitation. Jin Guangyao said, "Very good. Then, please put Bichen back into the sheath."

With a clang, Lan Wangji immediately did as he was told. Wei Wuxian angrily said, “Don’t push your luck!”

Jin Guangyao said, “Is this what you call pushing too far? I’m going to ask Han Guang-Jun to seal his own spiritual veins, so what do you call this?”

Wei WuXian angrily said: “You…”

Before he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his throat as if his flesh was cut, and liquid flowed down his neck. Lan Wangji's face turned pale. Jin Guangyao said, "How could he not listen to me? Master Wei, don't you think about it? His life is in my hands."

Lan Wangji said word by word: "Don't touch him."

Jin Guangyao said: "Then Han Guangjun knows what to do."

After a moment, Lan Wangji said, "Okay."

Lan Xichen sighed. He raised his hands and pressed them twice, locking his spiritual veins.

Jin Guangyao smiled slightly and said softly: "This is really..."

Lan Wangji stared at them intently and said, "Let him go."

Wei WuXian said, “Lan Zhan! I, I have something to tell you.”

Jin Guangyao said: "Let's talk later if you have anything to say."

Wei WuXian said, “No, it’s urgent.”

Jin Guangyao said: "That's fine too."

He had just said it casually, but Wei WuXian suddenly realized and said, “That’s true.”

After saying that, Wei WuXian shouted at the top of his lungs, “Lan Zhan! Lan WangJi! HanGuang-Jun! I, I really wanted to have sex with you just now!”

“…”

“…”

“…”

As soon as Jin Guangyao loosened his grip and the strings were pulled away, and as soon as he felt the slight tingling in his neck disappear, Wei Wuxian couldn't wait to pounce on Lan Wangji.

His shocking confession just now was like a thunderbolt piercing through Lan Wangji's body, and Lan Wangji still hasn't reacted yet. His usually calm face actually showed a few traces of confusion and bewilderment. It was not the first time that Wei Wuxian had his arms around his waist and held him tightly, but this time, Lan Wangji's body seemed to have turned into a heavy piece of wood, so stiff that he didn't even know where to put his hands. Wei Wuxian said: "Lan Zhan, did you hear everything I just said?!"

Lan Wangji's lips moved for a while, then he said, "You..."

He always spoke succinctly and clearly, never interrupting, but now he was extremely hesitant. After a moment, he continued, "You just said..."

It seemed that he wanted to repeat it to make sure that he had heard it correctly. But such words were too difficult for Lan Wangji to say. Wei Wuxian immediately prepared to say it again without hesitation: "I said that I really want to be with you..."

“Ahem!”

Lan Xichen stood aside, clenched his right hand into a fist, and put it to his lips. After pondering for a moment, he sighed: "...Mr. Wei, you said this at the right time and in the right place."

Wei WuXian apologized without any sincerity: “I’m so sorry, Sect Master Lan, but I really can’t wait any longer.”

Jin Guangyao seemed to be unable to wait any longer. He turned around and said, "Haven't you found it yet?"

A monk said: "Master, you buried it too deep..."

Jin Guangyao's face turned pale and blue, which was extremely ugly. Even so, he did not scold his subordinates, but only said: "Speed ​​up!"

Before he finished speaking, a pale lightning suddenly passed by the horizon, and a moment later, thunder roared. Jin Guangyao looked up at the sky, his face slightly gloomy. After a while, fine raindrops began to fall obliquely in the air. Wei Wuxian grabbed Lan Wangji, and was trying to pour out the thousands of words that were bursting in his chest, but the cold raindrops fell on his face, which made him calm down a little.

Jin Guangyao said to Lan Xichen, “Lord Zewu, it’s raining. Let’s go into the temple and take shelter.”

Even though Lan Xichen was already under his control, he was still very polite to Lan Xichen, not treating him harshly. Everything about their relationship was the same as before, except that he was a little more polite, so that even if people were angry, it would be difficult for them to get angry at him. As the saying goes, you should not hit someone who smiles. What's more, Lan Xichen was originally a person with no temper. Jin Guangyao was the first to step over the threshold and enter the main hall, followed by others. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had been here during the day. The interior of this main hall was spacious and quite grand, with red walls and gold paint that looked as good as new. It was obvious that someone had been taking care of it carefully. Those cultivators and monks were digging the soil behind the hall. They didn't know how deep they had dug, but they still couldn't dig out the thing that Jin Guangyao had buried. Wei Wuxian looked up inadvertently, but was stunned.

The statue of Guanyin enshrined on the altar had picturesque features. Compared to the ordinary Guanyin statues, it was less kind and benevolent, but more graceful and beautiful. What surprised him was that this statue of Guanyin actually looked kind and human. Wasn't it Jin Guangyao standing beside him?

At first glance, it was fine, but the more you looked at Jin Guangyao next to him, the more similar they were, almost 50% similar. Wei Wuxian thought, "Could it be that Jin Guangyao is such a narcissistic person? It's not enough for him to be the leader of all the immortal families, but he also wants to carve a statue of himself in his own image for thousands of people to kneel down and worship? Or is this some kind of evil practice that I don't know about?"

Lan Wangji's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Sit down."

Wei Wuxian's thoughts were immediately pulled back. Lan Wangji found four cushions in the temple, gave two to Lan Xichen and Jin Ling, and left two for him and Wei Wuxian. But for some reason, Lan Xichen and Jin Ling moved the cushions far away from here, and looked into the distance at the same time.

Jin Guangyao and the others had gone around to the back of the hall to check on the digging. Wei Wuxian pulled Lan Wangji and sat down on the futon. Perhaps he was still a little distracted, Lan Wangji's body swayed when he was pulled by him, and then he sat steadily. Wei Wuxian calmed down a little and stared at Lan Wangji's face.

He lowered his eyelids, unable to tell what kind of emotion he had. Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Wangji probably didn't believe him just based on those few words. It was only natural for him not to believe that he had been tortured for so long by a man with a long record of bad deeds but who knew nothing about it. Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian felt a tightness in his chest, and he trembled with heartache. He didn't dare to think about it any further. He only knew that he had to give him a few more strong medicines.

He said: "Lan Zhan, you, look at me."

His voice was still a little tense, and Lan Wangji said, “Yeah.”

Taking a deep breath, Wei WuXian whispered, “…My memory is really bad. There are many things from the past that I can’t remember. Including the incident at Nevernight City, I don’t remember what happened during those few days at all.”

Hearing this, Lan Wangji’s eyes widened slightly.

Wei WuXian suddenly stretched out his hands, tightly grasped his shoulders, and continued: “But! But from now on, I will remember everything you said and did to me, and I will not forget a single thing!”

“…”

Wei WuXian said: “You are very nice. I like you.”

“…”

"Or to put it another way. I like you, I love you, I want you, I can't leave you, I can do whatever I want to you."

“…”

"I want to hunt with you at night for the rest of my life."

“…”

Wei WuXian put three fingers together, pointed to the sky, the earth, and his heart, and said, “I still want to sleep with you every day. I swear I’m not doing this on a whim, nor am I teasing you like I did before, and it’s not because I’m grateful to you. In short, there’s nothing else going on, I just really like you so much that I want to sleep with you. I don’t want anyone else but you, and it won’t work if it’s not you. You can do whatever you want to me, whatever you want, I like it, as long as you are willing to be with me…”

Before he finished his words, a gust of wind suddenly blew in and extinguished the rows of candles in the Guanyin Temple.

Before we knew it, the drizzle had turned into a rainstorm, and the lanterns swaying and colliding outside the Guanyin Temple had long been extinguished by the rain. The surroundings suddenly fell into complete darkness.

Wei Wuxian could no longer utter a sound. In the darkness, Lan Wangji had already hugged him tightly, blocking his mouth.

Lan Wangji's breathing was ragged and rapid. He whispered in Wei Wuxian's ear in a hoarse voice, "...I like you..."

Wei WuXian hugged him tightly and said, “Yes!”

Lan Wangji said: "...I love you, I want you..."

Wei WuXian shouted, “Yes!”

Lan Wangji said: “I can’t leave you…I don’t want anyone else but you…It can’t be without you!”

He repeated what Wei Wuxian had said to him over and over again, his voice and body trembling, even giving Wei Wuxian the illusion that he was about to cry.

With every word he spoke, his grip on Wei WuXian's waist tightened a little. Wei WuXian was in pain from being held, but the arms around his back became tighter and tighter, almost making it hard for him to breathe, but he still enjoyed it and wished he could use more force.

I can't see anything clearly.

But their chests were pressed tightly against each other, and their hearts could not avoid each other. Wei Wuxian clearly felt Lan Wangji's frantically beating heart, the burning heat that was about to burst out of his heart, and the teardrop that fell on his neck and disappeared silently, not knowing whether it was an illusion.

At this time, a quick sound of footsteps entered the front hall. Jin Guangyao, who had just gone to the back of the hall to check, returned with a few monks. Two monks, one on the left and one on the right, braved the strong wind and used all their strength to close the temple door again and bolt it tightly. Jin Guangyao took out a fire talisman and blew it gently. The talisman paper burned, and he used it to light the red candle again. The faint yellow flame became the only light in the lonely temple in the rainy night. Suddenly, two crisp knocks came from outside the door.

Someone knocked on the door. Everyone in the temple perked up and looked outside. The two monks who were closing the door were facing a formidable enemy and silently pointed their swords at the door. Jin Guangyao said calmly, "Who is this?"

Someone outside the door said, "Master, it's me!"

Su She's voice.

Jin Guangyao gestured, and the two monks unbolted the door. Su She entered like a violent storm.

The row of red candles were almost affected by the storm, flickering, and the two monks immediately went back to the front door. Su She was soaked by the rain, his face was grim, his lips were purple from the cold, he held a sword in his right hand, and a person in his left hand. After entering the door, just as he was about to throw the person down, he saw Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji sitting on two cushions on the side, still standing.

Su She had just suffered a great loss at the hands of these two men not long ago, so his face changed immediately. He drew his sword and looked at Jin Guangyao, but saw that he looked as if nothing had happened. He knew that these two men must have been restrained at this moment, and then he calmed down.

Jin Guangyao asked: "What's going on?"

Su She said: "I met him on the way and thought he might be useful, so I caught him."

Jin Guangyao walked closer and looked down, then asked, "Did you hurt him?"

Su She said, "No injuries. He fainted from shock." Then he threw the man to the ground. Jin Guangyao said, "Minshan, don't hit him so hard. He can't stand being shocked or falling."

Su She hurriedly said, "Yes." He then picked up the person he had just thrown around and carefully placed him next to Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen had been staring at this person, and when he pushed aside the wet hair on his face, he saw that the person who fainted from shock was indeed Nie Huaisang. He must have been stopped and captured by Su She on his way back to Qinghe after recuperating in the Lotus Pier.

He looked up and asked, "Why did you detain Huaisang?"

Jin Guangyao said: "Having one more patriarch will always make others more fearful. But please rest assured, second brother, you know how I treated Huaisang in the past. When the time comes, I will let you go unharmed."

Lan Xichen said calmly: "Should I believe you?"

Jin Guangyao said, "It's up to you. Believe it or not, there's nothing you can do about it, second brother."

At this time, Su She turned his cold gaze to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.

He snorted and laughed, "Hanguang-Jun, Yiling Patriarch, I never thought that we would meet again so soon. And the situation has completely reversed. How is it, how does it taste?"

Lan Wangji said nothing. He had always ignored such meaningless provocations. Wei Wuxian thought, what's the twist? You guys fled in panic at the mass grave, aren't you fleeing in panic now too?

But Su She had probably been holding it in for years, and he didn't need anyone to provoke him to be full of resentment and talk to himself. He looked at Lan Wangji and said sarcastically, "At this time, you are still putting on such a self-proclaimed calm and composed attitude. How long are you going to keep doing this?"

Lan Wangji remained silent. Lan Xichen spoke up, “Sect Master Su, we should have treated you well during your time as a student of the Gusu Lan Clan. Why are you targeting Wangji like this?”

Su She said, "How dare I target Second Young Master Lan, who has been gifted since childhood? I just can't stand the way he always thinks he's so great."

Although it was not the first time that Wei WuXian knew that a person's hatred could come out of nowhere, he could not help but feel puzzled and said, "Did HanGuang-Jun ever say that he thinks he is great? If I remember correctly, doesn't the Gusu Lan Clan's family motto have a rule that says 'no arrogance'?"

Jin Ling asked: "How do you know the content of Gusu Lan's family motto?"

Wei WuXian stroked his chin and said, “You will remember this after copying it so many times.”

Jin Ling blurted out, "Why are you copying the Gusu Lan Clan's family motto? You're not..." He wanted to say "You're not from their family", but he realized something was wrong before he finished speaking, so he stopped talking and his face darkened. Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "Could it be that Han Guangjun has had a cold face since he was a child, so Sect Master Su thinks so? If so, then Han Guangjun really died unjustly. He clearly has this face to everyone. Sect Master Su, you should be glad that you didn't learn from the Yunmeng Jiang Clan."

Su She asked coldly: "Why?"

Wei WuXian said, “Otherwise you would have been pissed off by me a long time ago. When I was a kid, I sincerely thought every day that I was a genius, really fucking amazing. And not only did I feel that way in my heart, I also said it everywhere.”

Veins popped up on Su She's forehead, and he said, "Shut up!" He seemed to be about to strike, but Lan Wangji pulled Wei Wuxian into his arms and protected him tightly with his arms. Su She paused, wondering whether he should strike or not, when Wei Wuxian immediately poked his head out from behind Lan Wangji and said, "It's better not to strike, Sect Master Su. Lian Fang Zun still respects Ze Wu Jun. If you hurt Han Guang Jun, do you think Lian Fang Zun will be happy?"

Su She was originally inclined to give up because of this, but when Wei Wuxian said that, he felt particularly aggrieved. He was unwilling to give in, and even made a few more sarcastic remarks: "I didn't expect that the Yiling Patriarch, who is said to be feared by both the Yin and Yang sects, would also be afraid of death!"

Wei WuXian said without any shame: “Sure, sure. But I’m not afraid of death, I just don’t want to die yet.”

Su She sneered, "You're being pedantic. How ridiculous. Is there any difference between being afraid of death and not wanting to die?"

Wei WuXian nestled in Lan WangJi’s arms and said, “Of course there is a difference. For example, if I don’t want to get up from Lan Zhan right now, and I’m afraid of getting up from Lan Zhan, can this be the same thing?”

After thinking for a while, he added, "I'm sorry, I take it back. I feel like they are almost the same thing."

Su She's face turned green. Wei Wuxian was just trying to piss him off, but suddenly a soft laugh came from above him.

It was a very soft sound, almost making one doubt whether one had heard it wrongly.

But Wei Wuxian suddenly raised his head and saw clearly, at the corner of Lan Wangji's mouth, a faint smile that had not yet faded, like the light reflecting on snow. Now, not only Su She, but also Lan Xichen and Jin Ling were stunned.

As everyone knows, Han Guangjun always has a cold, serious, and seemingly boring face. Almost no one has ever seen him smile, even if it's just a slight curl of the corners of his mouth. No one expected to see his smile in such a scene.

Wei Wuxian’s eyes instantly opened wide and round.

After a while, he swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and said: "Lan Zhan, you..."

At this moment, there was another knocking sound outside the Guanyin Temple.

Su She drew out his sword, held it in his hand, and asked vigilantly: "Who?!"

No one answered, and the door suddenly bounced open to both sides!

In the storm that broke through the door, a purple lightning bolt hit Su She's chest head-on, knocking him back. Su She hit a redwood column hard, spitting out blood on the spot. The two monks guarding the temple gate were also affected by the aftermath and fell to the ground. A purple-clothed figure stepped over the threshold and steadily walked into the hall.

It was raining outside the temple, but the man was not soaked at all, except that the purple color of his clothes was slightly darker. He held an oil-paper umbrella in his left hand, and the raindrops hit the umbrella, splashing water. The cold light of purple lightning in his right hand was still flickering wildly. The expression on his face was even gloomier than the night of thunder and rain.