When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

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The night passed in such a not-so-ordinary way.

The next day, at the hour of Mao.

Lan Wangji's hand moved a little closer to the side, feeling something missing. He slowly opened his eyes. The feeling of not having that person pressed against him made him a little uncomfortable.

He sat up and turned his head, only to see Wei Wuxian hugging Lan Zhan in an octopus-like manner.

Lan Zhan was also looking at the person lying on him with his eyes open. When he saw him wake up, he raised his eyes lazily and glanced at him with a very proud expression, as if he was showing off.

“……”There was a moment of silence in the air.

The next second, Lan Wangji peeled Wei Wuxian off his body with a dark face. Lan Zhan did not stop him. He tidied up the clothes that were somewhat messy after being stripped by Wei Wuxian and got out of bed.

The two of them stood under the bed, and Wei Wuxian was the only one left on the bed. He turned over, hummed, rubbed the pillow, and then lay comfortably on the bed to continue sleeping.

The two of them adjusted their clothes, and the two, one big and one small, disliked each other.

Even though Lan Wangji didn't say anything, his invisible annoyance towards him could not be concealed.

He is like this, and so is Lan Zhan.

There was a secret fight between the two for a while, and it was Lan Wangji who spoke first: "You should go back. This is not where you should be."

There was no need to ask where he was going back to. Lan Zhan calmly asked, "Why should I go back?"

Lan Zhan's current consciousness has been assimilated. He is unruly, outspoken and daring. Unless little Lan Zhan wakes up intentionally, he will not listen to anyone.

Except for one person, he is, after all, the product of Lan Wangji's consciousness assimilation, and his love for Wei Wuxian has only increased.

Lan Wangji said: "This Wei Ying is mine."

What I meant was, you can go back and chase her yourself, but you are so shameless to come here and enjoy the ready-made one! ! ! If I didn’t have a good temper, I would have fired you long ago.

Lan Zhan, who knew what he was thinking, would not beat around the bush: "Even if I don't plan to go back, what can you do to me?"

"What can you do to me?"

Lan Zhan said this with full confidence. He was very sure that Lan Wangji could not do anything to him. He couldn't beat him up? Threaten him? Or put a sack on him and throw him to the border? These were obviously not feasible.

To be honest, Lan Wangji had never hated a person as much as he did now. He couldn't stand anyone else except Wei Wuxian who spoke in such a cheap and mean tone.

If he could, he would just kill him and be done with it, especially when he saw his face that looked exactly like his own and with a smile that he would never show, he simply wanted to give him a Bichen and send him to heaven.

Lan Zhan gathered his messy hair. He searched for a long time but couldn't find where his headband had gone. "Don't think about unrealistic things. If you really did something bad to me, and something happened to me, you wouldn't be able to escape when you grow up."

Lan Zhan's words made it clear that Lan Wangji disliked him and he was also disliked him, but he was at a disadvantage in terms of age and strength, and he would definitely not gain anything by confronting him head-on.

The two of them confronted each other for a long while, and Lan Wangji took a step back and said, "Everything here that belongs to you is still yours. This is the only thing you must not touch, Wei Ying."

Lan Zhan chuckled and said, "We are both named Lan Zhan and styled Wangji, so why don't you allow me to touch you? But I can't make the decision on this. Didn't you notice that something is missing from me?

Lan Zhan looked around and finally saw a familiar piece of cloth in the lining of Wei Wuxian's outer robe: "Headband! Wei Ying took the headband for me."

"Do you know how he took it from me yesterday?" His words were full of hints: "Yesterday, you and Sizhui were standing outside the door, and Wei Ying took the initiative to hug me, so enthusiastic."

He continued to provoke him with words: "Oh, yes, you can't see it. You were driven out by him yesterday. Of course you can't see how he treated me in there..."

Every word Lan Zhan said repeatedly stepped on Lan Wangji's bottom line, especially when he mentioned Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji's face became slightly gloomy.

Finally, he could no longer bear it, so Lan Wangji stretched out his hand to call Bi Chen, who flew over and put the sword directly to his neck: "Shut up!" The two words were extremely cold.

Lan Zhan was not at all flustered when his life was in Lan Wangji's hands: "You want to kill me? Right in front of Wei Ying?"

Bichen's blade was sharp. Lan Zhan smiled softly, and his body leaned forward slightly. In an instant, his neck was cut by Bichen's sharp sword. A long cut appeared on his fair neck. Threads of bright red blood flowed out from the cut and flowed along the Bichen sword to the ground.

Before Lan Wangji could react to what he was about to do, Wei Wuxian’s voice rang out: “Lan Zhan! What are you doing?!”

Immediately afterwards, there was the crisp sound of weapons colliding, and Wei Wuxian, holding Chen Qing in his hand, directly picked up the sword hanging on Lan Zhan's neck.

After the Bichen Sword was withdrawn, Lan Zhan seemed to be exhausted and was about to fall down. Wei Wuxian hurriedly rushed forward and held him in his arms.

Seeing the blood still oozing out of his neck, Wei Wuxian was at a loss as to what to do and wanted to cover his mouth with his hands.

But it was of no use, the blood seemed to be endless and kept oozing out. Wei Wuxian’s voice was trembling with anxiety: “Lan Zhan, go get the gauze and hemostatic medicine from next door.”

After saying this, seeing that Lan Zhan was still standing there in a daze, Wei WuXian called out again, “Lan Zhan?”

Lan Wangji finally reacted. He lowered his eyes to glance at Lan Zhan who was lying in Wei Wuxian's arms, and realized what he was up to.

Wei Wuxian simply stopped the bleeding for him, and to be on the safe side, he also went to see a doctor from the Lotus Pier.

Doctor: "The patient lost too much blood and fell into a coma. Fortunately, the wound is not too deep and the bleeding has stopped. He will recover after applying medicine on time, eating something good and resting for a while."

After the doctor left, the three of them were left in the room again. Wei Wuxian tucked in the quilt for little Lan Zhan and walked up to Lan Wangji: "Lan Zhan, can you tell me what happened? I believe you didn't hurt him on purpose. Something must have happened."

Lan Wangji looked at him straight in the eyes and said firmly, "It's not me."

Wei Wuxian: “I believe you.”

At this time, the person on the bed had slowly woken up, and Lan Zhan said in a hoarse voice: "Wei Ying."

Wei WuXian quickly walked over and grabbed the hand he had stretched out, looking at him with worried eyes.

Lan Zhan: "I want to drink some water."

Lan Wangji stood aside and looked at Wei Wuxian who was half hugging the man and personally giving him water. He suddenly felt a layer of pain in his heart. He closed his eyes not to look at the scene over there, but even if he ignored the picture, he could not ignore Wei Wuxian's caring voice.

A person was standing nearby. Lan Wangji's slightly lonely figure seemed to be trembling a little. He slowly exhaled, turned around and left the room resolutely.

Sensing his departure from the corner of his eye, Wei Wuxian subconsciously wanted to chase him, but he had something else in his hands, and little Lan Zhan was still weakly holding him back, so he couldn't chase after him.