Demon Lord, he doesn't stop dropping his horse

"I don't quarrel with you." Lan Liang felt that his cousin was not good at anything, and such a person turned out to be his cousin.

"It's like saying who wants to quarrel with you." Hu Ke was not to be outdone.

The barrier outside shook for a moment, Lan Liang was close, and looked over there, it was Wen Feng who came to him with a basket, Lan Liang waved to open the barrier, "What are you going to do?"

Wen Feng walked up to Lan Liang quickly, and handed him the basket: "Ah Liang, these are the Taiji Fairy Fruits you have been wanting for a long time. Although there are not many of them, they are enough for you to use them these days."

"I'll pick it for you next time."

Lan Liang finished the basket and thanked him: "I can pick it myself."

"Don't." Wen Feng waved his hands again and again, "So this Taiji Fairy Fruit is not uncommon, but it grows on such a dangerous cliff edge, if you have any accidents, it will be bad, let me help you. I am very careful , won't fall."

"Thank you, Wen Feng." Lan Liang once again thanked him sincerely.

As if he felt that he was not sincere enough, Lan Liang touched his pocket and took out a porcelain bottle the size of an egg: "This is my latest development. If you are injured, it will heal quickly."

Wen Feng didn't expect that he would give him such a good thing, and he was a little stunned for a while: "Yes, is it for me?"

"Yeah." Lan Liang handed it forward again, looking a little impatient, can you take it away quickly, he is very tired holding his hand.

Wen Feng took the small porcelain bottle with both hands, as if it was some kind of fragile treasure, carefully took out a handkerchief to wrap it up and put it in his arms.

Jiang Ning, who saw everything in his eyes: "..."

On the night of the co-authoring day, it was a white kiss. He had obviously told Lan Liang to let him stay away from other men and women.

Watching Wen Feng leave, Lan Liang stomped his numb feet, the sky was getting late, and the cool breeze was blowing, making people feel slightly cool.

Looking up at the bright starry sky, Lan Liang looked at the senior brother who had just come out of the house. Yi Gangcui walked in an awkward posture. Lan Liang stared at him for a long time, until Yi Gangzu, who was embarrassed by him, coughed lightly One voice: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"Eating out today."

Yi Gangzhu suddenly felt blessed: "Move the table, right? I'll help you move it."

"No need." Lan Liang looked at Xian Jiangyou behind him: "Let him move."

Lan Liang went in from the back room and moved out a wooden chair with a back, and placed it beside Yi Gangcuo, then put the cushion under his armpit on the stool, pointed at it domineeringly and said to Yi Gangcuo, "Sit down." Down."

Yi Gang sat down calmly: "Little brother has grown up."

"Oh." Lan Liang looked disdainful, he looked at Xian Jiangyou who came out with a square table, his eyes were full of hostility, and said to Yi Gang, "Are you fighting again?"

"Ah?" Yi Gangchu was a little dazed by the question, and then he came to his senses, his face flushed, and he said incoherently: "No, no, I am, what..."

He completely gave up struggling, and under the terrifying, cold and teasing eyes of the master, he seemed to be discouraged: "It's a kind of fighting."

It's all exhausting, isn't it?

Jiang Ning said at the right time: "Look at me working so hard to take you out to play, why don't you prepare a pot of wine for me?"

In the end, he failed to get a drink, but Lan Liang gave him a look, "Digging sweet potatoes is work, not a kind of play, so don't try to lie to me again."

Jiang Ning frowned, wanted to reason with him but heard a "whoosh" and caught the arrow with his bare hands without looking back.

It happened to meet Lan Liang's probing eyes.

Jiang Ning: "..."

The author has something to say: Did the horse fall off?