The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

Lan Wangji let Wei Wuxian lean on him and laugh non-stop, and put one hand around his waist, afraid that he would fall to the ground laughing.

After Lan Sizhui and the others had arranged the flag formation, the two of them went forward to check it out, and only after making sure that there were no problems did they find a place to rest.

Not long after they rested, they heard screams and cries. The two looked at each other and then went to the place where they had just set up the formation. They thought that the flag formation had attracted a powerful evil spirit that Lan Sizhui and the others could not deal with. When they arrived at the scene, they found that Madam Mo's son, Mo Ziyuan, was dead.

Madam Mo sent people to look for Mo Xuanyu everywhere, believing that he was the one who harmed Mo Ziyuan. Wei Wuxian was speechless. How could everything be blamed on Mo Xuanyu?

Mo Ziyuan's death was strange and obviously not man-made, but no matter how Lan Sizhui and the others explained, Madam Mo always stubbornly believed that it was Mo Xuanyu who did it.

Wei Wuxian went forward to examine Mo Ziyuan's body and soon discovered the problem. He asked Lan Wangji in disbelief, "How did you deal with the Yin Tiger Talisman in the end?"

“The Yin Tiger Talisman?” Lan Wangji thought about it and sensed something was wrong. “The Lanling Jin Clan destroyed it in front of all the other families.”

“I put so much effort into it but still couldn’t destroy it all, and the Lanling Jin Clan destroyed it so easily. Don’t they suspect anything?” Wei Wuxian was about to cry over the stupidity of those people from the Hundred Immortal Sects.

“This…” Lan Wangji was also speechless, and then he thought, “If the Yin Tiger Talisman has not been destroyed, then it must still be in the Lanling Jin Clan.”

“What does Lanling Jin want to do by keeping the Yin Tiger Talisman? Do they really want to be the second Prince Wen?” Wei Wuxian thought of Jin Guangshan’s ambition, which was not impossible.

Seeing that the Lan disciples were no match for that thing, Lan Wangji leaped to the roof, appeared and summoned out the Wangji Qin. He gently plucked the strings, and a solemn and murderous sound rang out, and the thing suddenly fell to the ground.

Lan Sizhui and the others looked in the direction of the music and saw that it was Lan Wangji whom they had not seen for a long time. They shouted happily, "Hanguang-jun!"

Lan Wangji picked up the fallen sword and took a look at it. There was indeed the aura of the Yin Tiger Talisman on it, so he could only put the sword into the storage bag for the time being.

“Lord Hanguang!” The Lan family’s disciples gathered around Lan Wangji, their faces filled with joy at having survived a calamity.

“Copy the family rules three times when you go back.” Looking at the Lan family disciples who were making such a noise and being unruly, Lan Wangji frowned and directly punished them to copy the family rules.

"Yes." When the boys heard that they had to copy the house rules, they all wilted.

Because it was getting late, the few of them could only find a place to rest and wait until daybreak before leaving.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian found a random place to sit down not far from them. "Lan Zhan, do you think Sizhui and the others were lured to Mo Village by someone?"

"Look, Mo Xuanyu had just offered his life when an evil spirit appeared in Mo Family Manor, and Si Zhui and the others just happened to hear the news and rushed over. How could it be such a coincidence?"

“Yeah.” Lan Wangji agreed with Wei Wuxian.

“It should be Brother Nie who led them here. I just don’t know why he wanted to involve these youngsters?” Wei WuXian analyzed, “I think he is also nearby. If we hadn’t shown up, he should have had a backup plan and would not have let SiZhui and the others die here.”

“Lan Zhan, let’s go talk to him tomorrow and ask him what he wants. If you can help, then help him.” Wei Wuxian leaned on Lan Wangji’s shoulder, his voice a little muffled.

"Okay." Lan Wangji agreed without even thinking about it.

Wei Wuxian felt that leaning on it was not very comfortable, so he lay down again, resting his head on Lan Wangji's legs, and said in a soft tone, "Lan Zhan, I have a headache, can you rub it for me?"

"Okay." Lan Wangji has never been able to resist Wei Wuxian who would act like a spoiled brat from time to time, let alone such a small request.