Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Wei Ying quietly sneaked into the residence of the Lan family in Qishan. At the same time, Fen Hua also sneaked into Nie Huaisang's residence.

At that moment, Lan Wangji suddenly sensed the presence of someone at the door, and he immediately became alert. Gathering spiritual energy at his fingertips, Lan Wangji asked in a deep voice, "Who?" His voice held an undeniable authority. The other Lan disciples also quickly reacted, standing behind Lan Wangji and staring nervously at the door, fearing that the sinister and cunning Wen Chao was plotting something behind the scenes.

"It's me." A low voice echoed as the door slowly opened, revealing a familiar figure that entered the sight of Lan Wangji and his disciples. It was Xuanyuan Yue (Wei Ying). His appearance brought relief to everyone present, but also brought a new level of tension.

Lan Wangji felt as if the entire world had stopped at that moment. His eyes were filled with disbelief and surprise. He was about to call out, "Wei...!" Suddenly, he realized, "Young Master Xuanyuan." He withdrew his spiritual energy, his gaze blazing like a blazing fire, fixed on the figure before him, whom he had been longing for so long.

Ever since they last parted, Lan Wangji has been missing Wei Ying all the time. His voice, appearance and smile are like engraved in his heart, unable to be erased.

The others also seemed very happy, and they all whispered, "Master Xuanyuan!"

Wei Ying winked at Lan Wangji, then swiftly and expertly entered the room, closing the door behind him. He gestured for everyone to remain silent, then began to unpack his Qiankun bag. As he did so, he said, "I brought you some food and medicine, as well as some bedding. But since the bedding is too conspicuous, I didn't dare bring too much. You'll just have to make do with what you have."

The Lan family disciple accepted the item with great joy and said gratefully, "This is very good. Thank you, Master Xuanyuan."

Xuanyuan Yue (Wei Ying) politely declined, signaling the Lan family disciples to distribute the items among themselves, and then he walked towards Lan Wangji, who had been watching him since he stepped through the threshold.

When Wei Ying saw Lan Wangji's haggard appearance, his heart seemed to be tugged at, and he felt so distressed that he could not express it in words.

Lan Wangji's originally handsome face now looked pale and thin, and his eyes revealed deep fatigue.

After carefully examining him, Wei Ying casually cast a soundproof barrier and said, "Lan Zhan, here I come."

Lan Wangji trembled and said, "You shouldn't have come."

Wei Ying said, "Such a big thing has happened to you. How can I not come to see you? Besides, Lan Zhan, I am worried about you."

Lan Wangji buried his head in Wei Ying's shoulder, his body trembling with emotion. After a moment, he choked out a sob and said, "Wei Ying, I'm scared. I heard that my father and uncle were seriously injured, and my brother is missing." He left the rest of the sentence unfinished: "Wei Ying, I'm scared of not being able to see you, but I'm also scared of seeing you."

Wei Ying's nose felt sore when he heard this. He gently patted Lan Wangji's back and comforted him, "Lan Zhan, your father and uncle are fine. It's just a rumor out there. Young Sect Master Lan, I've sent people to look for them. You can rest assured."

Lan Wangji straightened up, his eyes filled with gratitude, and said to Wei Ying, "Thank you, Wei Ying."

Wei Ying smiled and said, "No need to thank me." Then, he showed concern on his face and asked anxiously, "How about you, how are your injuries? I heard that Wen Xu broke your leg? Which leg? Let me see it quickly!" As he said that, he gently helped the man sit on the bed and prepared to untie the other's belt.

Lan Wangji awkwardly held Wei Ying's hand and said softly, "Wei Ying, it's okay."

Wei Ying glared at him and asked sternly, "Which leg? Otherwise I will really pull your pants off!"

Lan Wangji knew that Wei Ying would keep his word, so he could only close his lips tightly, his ears reddening, and slowly pull up his trouser legs: "This way."

Wei Ying, impatient with Lan Wangji's slow movements, took matters into his own hands, quickly rolling up his trouser leg. He saw that Lan Wangji's calf was a dark purple patch, swollen and a full circle thicker than his other leg. The injured leg had been broken for a long time, yet it was still in this state, clearly having received neither proper treatment nor adequate rest.