The villain has a white moonlight

"Well, I've grown so tall." Lan Xizhi's slender fingers brushed the temples of the young man in red lightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, as bright as peach blossoms blooming on the branches in early spring.

The warm palm, the gentle touch, fell gently like a feather, and his whole body froze there, his whole heart beating wildly.

Ji Wuxian closed his eyes, trying to stabilize his mind.

"Brother..." He took a deep breath and called out in a low voice.

With this sound, like a spell that broke the isolation of space, fine ripples appeared in the air, and the noisy crowd around them disappeared, leaving only him, Lan Xizhi, and himself in his youth.

Even in the illusion, the fragments of the dust-seeing mirror on Ji Wuxian's body also played a role, and the location shifted instantly according to his subconscious psychology of avoiding people.

"Who are you!" Lan Xian was finally able to see the young man in red, slightly angry in surprise.

That person looks similar to himself, and he is also wearing red clothes, and the unparalleled sword hidden in the world is exactly the same, and the most terrible thing is that the eldest brother will call him A Xian so kindly!

The sudden transformation of the space is also very strange, maybe some fox has become a spirit and turned into his appearance to confuse the elder brother?

A gleam of determination flashed in Lan Xian's golden eyes. He raised his hand, and a silver light flashed in his heart. The wind of the knife swept the bamboo branches, and the bamboo leaves fell. He froze in place.

It was Lan Xizhi who held his hands behind his back to the young man and swung his sword across his back. The flash of the sword's shadow eliminated the sudden attack.

Ji Wuxian opened his eyes, looked over Lan Xizhi's elegant figure, and looked at the young man in red not far away.

Holding the knife, the young man looked confused and disappointed. When he saw him looking over, a flame burst from his golden eyes, as if he was about to throw him into some active volcano and burn him to ashes.

"Fox!" Lan Xian gritted her teeth and whispered.

Ji Wuxian empathizes with the youth's psychology. This feeling of passive empathy with the past self is really fresh and exciting. This kind of jealousy, like burning, will be inadvertently provoked many years ago and many years later.

The best Lan Xizhi in the world, his best elder brother, this kind of distance and intimacy can only belong to him alone.

The three of them were in a secluded bamboo forest at this time, surrounded by mist, and could smell the faint flute sound, and the crisp wind chimes sounded as the breeze blew past.

When the boy rushed towards him with the knife in hand, Ji Wuxian also jumped over Lan Xizhi's protection, and when he quickly met the boy's attack, the tall figure behind him suddenly disappeared.

"Brother!" Seeing this, Lan Xian called hastily, but there was no response. She drew a crescent moon with a scimitar in her hand, and angrily beheaded the unknown person in front of her.

"Don't worry, Xizhi is fine." Ji Wuxian used the power of the mirror to send Lan Xizhi away from the scene, so that the action of killing Lan Xian could go smoothly.

Quickly avoiding the boy's head-slashing slash by turning sideways, at the same time, his hands were on his waist, his heart was out of the sheath, and he blocked the menacing first slash.

"Who allowed you to call him like that?" A cold light flashed across Lan Xian's golden eyes, and the scimitar in his hand became more and more frenzied. Ji Wuxian, who was still coping with it leisurely, was forced to back up again and again, and had no choice but to fight back!

The corners of Ji Wuxian's mouth twitched slightly, it seemed that he should take it seriously.

Lifting the saber again, at the same speed, with the same scimitar, two red-clothed figures intertwined, blooming beautifully, Ling Ran and Leng Feng clashed and screamed, both of them were stunned when the two knives intersected, but they did not stop their movements , There was a cold metal trembling sound between the knives, but golden sparks burst out between the strikes, and there was a clanging sound resounding through the bamboo forest.