The brand took away all of Wei Wuxian's attention, making him wonder if he had seen something wrong. He didn't even have time to look at the other person's face, and his breathing became irregular. Suddenly, his eyes turned white, as if a snow curtain had fallen, and then the snow curtain split open, and a blue sword light carrying an icy air struck his face.

Who doesn't know the famous sword "Bichen" of Han Guangjun? Damn it, it turned out to be Lan Wangji!

Wei Wuxian was very familiar with running away from the sword, and he rolled on the spot to avoid it. When he rushed out of the cold spring, he even had time to pick off a blade of grass that had stuck to his hair. Like a headless fly, he bumped into a few people passing by on night patrol, and was grabbed and scolded: "Why are you running around! It is forbidden to run fast in the Cloud Recesses!"

Wei Wuxian was overjoyed to see that it was Lan Jingyi and the others. He thought that he could be beaten down the mountain with clubs, so he hurriedly sent himself up: "I didn't see it! I didn't see anything! I definitely didn't come here to peek at Han Guang-jun bathing!"

When the younger generation heard this, they were immediately stunned by his audacity. Han Guangjun was a famous person who could not be desecrated. The younger generation of the family respected him even more. Spying on Han Guangjun bathing near the cold spring! Just thinking about this kind of thing is a heinous crime that is unforgivable. Lan Sizhui was so scared that his voice changed: "What? Han Guangjun? Han Guangjun is in there?!"

Lan Jingyi was furious and grabbed him: "You dead homosexual! This, this, this is also something that can be secretly seen?!"

Wei Wuxian struck while the iron was hot and confirmed his guilt: "I didn't see Han Guang-jun without clothes at all!"

Lan Jingyi said angrily: "You are trying to cover up your mistake! You said you didn't have it, but if you didn't have it, what are you doing here? Look at you, you are too embarrassed to face anyone!"

Wei WuXian covered his face with his hands and said, “Don’t be so loud. Noise is prohibited in the Cloud Recesses.”

Just as the crowd was in chaos, Lan Wangji, wearing a white robe and long hair, came out from behind the layers of orchids. In just a few words, he was already dressed neatly, and his Bichen was not yet sheathed. The juniors hurriedly saluted. Lan Jingyi hurriedly said, "Hanguang Jun, this Mo Xuanyu is really abominable. You brought him back because of his help in Mojiazhuang, but he...but..."

Wei Wuxian thought that he would be kicked out of the mountain gate this time, but Lan Wangji glanced at him nonchalantly, remained silent for a moment, and then sheathed the Bichen with a clang sound, saying, "Disperse."

Three plain words, but under the accumulated power, no one said a word, and everyone dispersed immediately. Lan Wangji calmly lifted Wei Wuxian's collar and dragged him all the way to the quiet room. In the previous life, the two were of similar stature, both rare slender figures. Wei Wuxian was only slightly shorter than Lan Wangji. When they stood together, the difference of less than an inch seemed insignificant. In this life, he woke up with a different body. Although he was tall among ordinary people, he was still more than two inches shorter than Lan Wangji. He was held in his hand, and there was no room for struggle. Wei Wuxian staggered and wanted to shout, but Lan Wangji said coldly: "No one who makes noise is allowed to speak."

Throwing him down the mountain was what they wanted, but forbidding him to speak was something they would rather not do. Wei Wuxian was puzzled: When did the Lan family become so tolerant of such shameless crimes as spying on the bathing of a famous family member? How could they tolerate this? !

Lan Wangji carried him into the quiet room and went straight to the inner room. With a thud, he fell on the couch. Wei Wuxian groaned and could not get up for a while. He sat up shyly, wanting to say something coquettish to give him goose bumps. When he looked up, Lan Wangji was holding the Bichen Sword in one hand and looking down at him.

Wei Wuxian was used to seeing Second Young Master Lan with a headband and long hair, very strict and meticulous, but he had never seen him with his black hair slightly loose and light clothes, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances. After being dragged and thrown around, Lan Wangji's collar, which was originally tightly closed, was pulled open a little, revealing his clear collarbone and the deep red mark below the collarbone.

As soon as he saw the brand, Wei WuXian’s attention was drawn to it again.

He also had this mark on his body before he became the Yiling Patriarch.

The patch on Lan Wangji's body at this moment, both in position and shape, was exactly the same as the one he had when he was alive, so he couldn't help but feel familiar and strange.

What’s strange is not only the brand, but also the more than thirty whip marks on Lan Wangji’s back.

Lan Wangji became famous at a young age and was highly regarded. He was the most orthodox immortal sect celebrity and had always been one of the two pillars that the Gusu Lan family was proud of. His every word and deed was regarded as a benchmark for outstanding disciples of the immortal sect by the elders of various families. What unforgivable mistake had he made to deserve such a severe punishment?

More than 30 whip marks were basically a beating to death. Once the whip marks were on the body, they would never disappear in this life, so that the punished person would remember it forever and never commit the same mistake again.

Following his gaze, Lan Wangji lowered his eyes slightly, pulled up his collar, covering his collarbone and hiding the scars. He was the cold and frosty Han Guangjun again. At this moment, a deep bell sounded from the sky.

The Lan family has strict rules and strict work and rest schedules. They rest at midnight and wake up at dawn. The sound of the bell is a sign of instruction. Lan Wangji listened to the bell carefully and said to Wei Wuxian, "You can sleep here."

Without giving Wei Wuxian a chance to reply, he went into the quiet room, leaving Wei Wuxian alone on the couch, feeling lost.

It's not that he didn't suspect that Lan Zhan had guessed who he was. But this suspicion was unreasonable. Since offering a body was a forbidden technique, there must be very few people who knew it. Most of the manuscripts handed down were fragments and could not be used. Over time, even fewer people believed in it. Mo Xuanyu didn't know where he got the secret scroll to recall Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji couldn't recognize him based on the broken flute he played.

He asked himself if he had any unforgettable friendship with Lan Wangji during his lifetime. Although they had been classmates, experienced adventures, and fought side by side, they had always been like flowing flowers and flowing water, coming and going in a hurry. Lan Wangji was a descendant of the Gusu Lan Clan, which meant that he was destined to be both "elegant" and "righteous", which was quite incompatible with Wei Wuxian's temperament. Wei Wuxian felt that their relationship could not be said to be bad, but he was embarrassed to say it was good. It is estimated that Lan Wangji's evaluation of him was the same as others: evil spirits were rampant and righteous spirits were insufficient, and one day they would become a big problem. After Wei Wuxian rebelled against the Yunmeng Jiang Clan and became the Yiling Patriarch, the feud between him and the Gusu Lan Clan could not be said to be small, especially in the months before his death. If Lan Wangji had determined that he was Wei Wuxian, they should have fought to the death.

But the current situation is laughable: Lan Wangji couldn't stand anything he did before, but now Lan Wangji can stand him no matter how much he tries. Should we say that this is a great progress and something to celebrate? !

After staring blankly for a long time, Wei WuXian turned over and got off the bed, and walked to the compartment very quietly.

Lan Wangji was lying on his side on the couch, seemingly in a deep sleep. Wei Wuxian leaned over silently.

He still did not give up and prepared to try to find the long-awaited jade pass token. But just as he stretched out his hand, Lan Wangji's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.

Wei Wuxian made up his mind and threw himself on the bed.

He remembered that Lan Wangji hated physical contact with others. In the past, he would be thrown away if someone touched him. If he could still tolerate this, then he was definitely not Lan Wangji. He would suspect that Lan Wangji had been possessed by another spirit!

Wei Wuxian's entire body towered over Lan Wangji, his legs spread apart, kneeling on either side of his waist, his hands supporting the wooden couch, trapping Lan Wangji between his arms, his face slowly pressed down. The distance between the two faces was getting closer and closer, so close that Wei Wuxian was almost having difficulty breathing, and Lan Wangji finally spoke.

He was silent for a while, then said, "Go down."

Wei WuXian said shamelessly, “No.”

A pair of extremely light-colored eyes, close at hand, stared into Wei Wuxian's eyes. Lan Wangji stared at him intently and repeated, "...Go down."

Wei WuXian said, “I won’t. You should have expected this to happen when you let me sleep here.”

Lan Wangji asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

“…” For some reason, Wei WuXian felt like he had to carefully consider his answer.

Just as he was about to curl his lips, he suddenly felt a numbness in his waist and his legs went limp. Then, he fell on top of Lan Wangji.

The arc of wanting to do something but not being able to do it froze at the corner of his mouth, his head pressed against the right side of Lan Wangji's chest, his whole body unable to move. Lan Wangji's voice came from above.

He spoke in a low, deep voice, his chest vibrating slightly with every word he spoke:

"Then you can stay like this for one night."

Wei Wuxian had never expected this to be the outcome. He moved to get up, but his waist continued to feel sore and weak. He could only cling to the hard body of another man in an awkward position, feeling completely stunned.

What happened to Lan Zhan over the years? Why did he become like this?

Is this still the same Lan Zhan from before? !

He was the one who was possessed, right?!?!

He was in a state of turmoil when Lan Wangji suddenly stood up. Wei Wuxian thought he could no longer endure it and was cheered up. But Lan Wangji waved his hand gently.

Lights went out.