Wei Wuxian is a person who is very good at finding fun for himself, especially at making fun in pain. Since there is nothing else to play with, he can only play Lan Wangji.

He said, "Brother Wangji."

Lan Wangji remained motionless.

Wei Wuxian said: "Wang Ji."

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Wei Wuxian: "Lan Wangji."

Wei Wuxian: "Lan Zhan!"

Lan Wangji finally stopped writing and looked up at him with a cold look. Wei Wuxian hid back and raised his hand to act as a defensive statement: "Don't look at me like this. If you don't agree, I will call you your name. If you are unhappy, you can also call me back."

Lan Wangji said: "Put down your legs."

Wei Wuxian sat in a very miserable position, tilting his body and supporting his legs. Seeing that he finally pulled Lan Wangji to speak, he was secretly happy to see the moonlight. He put his legs down as he spoke, but his upper body was closer unknowingly, and his arm pressed against the desk, and it was still an indecent sitting posture. He said seriously: "Lan Zhan, ask you a question. Do you really hate me?"

Lan Wangji lowered his eyelashes. Wei Wuxian hurriedly said, "Don't. I'll ignore others after saying a few words. I want to admit my mistakes to you and apologize to you. Look at me."

After a pause, he said, "Don't look at me? It's okay, then I said it myself. That night, I was wrong. I shouldn't have climbed over the wall, shouldn't have drunk, shouldn't have fought with you. But I swear! I didn't deliberately provoke you, I really didn't read your family rules. The family rules of the Jiang family were verbal, and they didn't write them down. Otherwise, I wouldn't have." I wouldn't have finished drinking that jar of emperors in front of you. I took them back to my room and drank them secretly, drinking them every day, and giving them enough to everyone.

Wei Wuxian said again: "And let's reason, who is the one who hits first? It's you. If you don't do it first, we can still speak well and make it clear. But if someone hits me, I have to fight back. This cannot be blamed on me. Lan Zhan, are you listening? Young Master Lan, Brother Lan, give me a look and see me."

Lan Wangji didn't raise his eyes and said, "Copy it again."

Wei Wuxian tilted his body: "Don't do this. I was wrong."

Lan Wangji mercilessly exposed him: "You have no regrets at all."

Wei Wuxian said without dignity: "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, you can say it many times. It's okay if you kneel down and say it."

Lan Wangji put the pen down, and Wei Wuxian thought he could not bear it anymore and wanted to beat him up. He was about to smile, but suddenly he found that his upper and lower lips seemed to be stuck and could not laugh. His face changed drastically and he said with great strength: "Um? Ummmm!"

Lan Wangji closed his eyes, let out a gentle breath, opened his eyes, and looked calm again, and he held the pen again, as if nothing had happened. Wei Wuxian had heard of the hateful Lan family ban's verbal technique, and he didn't believe in this evil. But after a while, the corners of his mouth were scratched red, and he couldn't open it anyway. After a while, his pen was flying and threw the paper over. Lan Wangji took a look and said, "Bored." He rubbed it into a ball and threw it away.

Wei Wuxian was so angry that he collapsed on the mat and rolled up. He got up and wrote another picture again. He photographed Lan Wangji, and was kneaded into a ball and threw it away.

This forbidden verbal technique was not untied until he finished copying it. The next day he came to the library, and the paper balls that were thrown all over the ground the day before yesterday were taken away.

Wei Wuxian had always been healing his scar and forgot to hurt. He just suffered the loss of banning the verbal the day before, and sat for two moments and was unbearable. He had just spoken a few words and was banned again. He couldn't speak, so he scribbled on the paper, stuffed it to Lan Wangji, and then kneaded it into a ball and threw it on the ground. The third day was still the same. The consequence of being banned repeatedly was that Wei Wuxian had no time to talk about the fish. He had to copy the weight for one month, but it was almost finished in seven days.

The seventh day was the last day of thinking about his past. Today, Wei Wuxian was a little strange. When he came to Gusu, his sword was thrown around every day, and he never saw him recite it seriously. But he brought it to the desk of the book. He even turned his back on the normal state of harassing Lan Wangji in every way. He didn't say a word, and started writing when he sat down, and was obedient and almost weird.

Lan Wangji had no reason to use ban on him, but instead looked at him twice, as if he didn't believe that he suddenly became honest. Sure enough, after sitting for a while, Wei Wuxian seriously fell ill and sent a piece of paper to him to see.

Lan Wangji originally thought it was a mess of boring words, but after a strange look, she turned out to be a portrait. She sat upright, leaned against the window and read quietly, with her eyebrows, eyes and expressions vividly, which was her.

Seeing that his eyes did not immediately move away, Wei Wuxian curled his lips and raised his eyebrows at him, blinking. There is no need to say anything, the meaning is obvious: Does it look like it? Is it good?

Lan Wangji said slowly: "With this time, I don't go copy books, but doodle them. I think you will never think of lifting the ban."

Wei Wuxian blew the undried ink marks and said indifferently: "I have copied it, and I won't come tomorrow!"

Lan Wangji's slender fingers on the slightly yellow book seemed to be stuck for a moment, and then he turned on the next page, but he didn't stop him from speaking. Seeing that he couldn't play, Wei Wuxian threw the painting lightly and said, "I'll give it to you."

The painting was thrown on the mat, and Lan Wangji had no intention of taking it. These days, Wei Wuxian wrote to scold him, please him, and admit his mistakes. The papers of the letter pens and graffiti were treated like this. He was used to it and didn't care. He suddenly said, "I forgot, I have to add something to you."

After saying that, he picked up the paper and picked up the pen, added two strokes three times, looked at the painting, and then looked at the real person, and fell to the ground with a smile. Lan Wangji put down the book and glanced at it. It turned out that he added a flower to his temples on his painting.

His mouth seemed to twitch. Wei Wuxian got up and snatched up, "'Bored', right? I knew you were going to say bored. Can you change the word? Or add two more words?"

Lan Wangji said coldly: "It's extremely boring."

Wei Wuxian clapped his hands: "Sure enough, two words were added. Thank you!"

Lan Wangji withdrew his gaze, picked up the book that had just been placed on the table, and opened it again. After only one look, he threw it out as if he was licked by a fire tongue.

He was originally reading an ancient book, but when he opened the scan, he saw that all the naked and intertwined figures were unbearable. The book he had originally read was actually broken into a book cover and disguised as a serious book.

I don’t need to think about it and know who did the good thing. Someone must have taken advantage of showing him the painting and removing his attention. Moreover, Wei Wuxian was still slamming the table and laughing wildly: “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The book was thrown to the ground, and Lan Wangji retreated to the corner of the library in an instant, roaring with anger: "Wei Ying——!"

Wei Wuxian laughed so hard that he almost rolled under the desk, and finally raised his hand: "Here! I'm here!"

Lan Wangji suddenly drew out the dust-proof sword. Since meeting, Wei Wuxian had never seen him look so disobedient. He hurriedly grabbed his sword, and the sword blinked out of the sheath and pointed it out, reminded: "Decoration! Pay attention to decoration! I also brought a sword today. Do you want your library?" He had expected Lan Wang to be angry and was angry, so he specially carried the sword to guard to avoid being stabbed to death by Lan Wangji in anger. Lan Wangji's sword blink aimed at him, and his light-colored eyes almost spurted out fire: "Who are you!"

Wei Wuxian said: "Who else can I be? A man!"

Lan Wangji denounced: "Shameless!"

Wei Wuxian said: "You should be ashamed of this matter? Don't tell me that you have never seen such things before. I don't believe it."

Lan Wangji lost the loss and did not scold people. After holding it in for a while, he raised his sword and pointed it at him, his face full of frost: "You go out. We have fought."

Wei Wuxian shook his head repeatedly: "Don't fight or fight. Yun Shen didn't know where to stop private fights." He wanted to pick up the book that was thrown out, and Lan Wangji snatched it in his hand. Wei Wuxian's heart turned around and guessed that he wanted to use this evidence to report him, and deliberately said: "What are you snatching? I thought you didn't read it anymore. You have to read it again? You don't have to snatch it. It was originally lent to you."

Lan Wangji's whole face turned pale and he said word by word: "I, no, look."

Wei Wuxian continued to twist the right and wrong: "If you don't watch it, why are you robbing it? Privately hiding it? This is not OK. I borrowed it from someone, and you will return it after reading it... Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey, that's shame!"

Lan Wangji's spiritual power poured into his right hand, and the book was broken into millions of pieces, and it fell from the air. Seeing that he had successfully inspired him to destroy the corpse, Wei Wuxian felt relieved, and pretended to be regretful: "It's a waste of resources!" He picked up another piece of shredded paper falling on his hair and showed it to Lan Wangji: "Lan Zhan, you are good at everything, you just like to throw things around. Tell me, how many pieces of paper have you thrown on the ground these days? You are not satisfied with throwing paper today, and you are playing with tearing paper. You tear it up yourself. I don't care." Of course, he never cared about it.

Lan Wangji endured it again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "Get out!"

Wei Wuxian said: "Good you, Lan Zhan. Everyone said you are a gentleman who is the most polite and polite. But it turns out that it is just like that. Yunshen doesn't know that noisy is forbidden to make noise? And you actually asked me to 'get out'. Is this the first time you used this word to someone..." Lan Wangji drew his sword and stabbed him. Wei Wuxian hurriedly jumped onto the windowsill: "Get out. I'm the best. Don't give it to me!"

He jumped out of the library, rushed like a madman and rushed into the woods, and a group of people were waiting for him. Nie Huaisang said, "How is it? Did he see it? What expression?"

Wei Wuxian said, "What expression? Hey! He just yelled so loudly, didn't you hear it?"

Someone looked respectful: "I heard it, he told you to get out! Brother Wei, the first time I heard Lan Wangji ask someone to 'get out'! How did you do it?"

Wei Wuxian looked proud and said, "It's a joyful congratulations. I'll help him break this ban today. I saw that the cultivation and tutoring that Mr. Lan was praised and praised by others was vulnerable to me."

Jiang Cheng cursed with a dark face: "You are so proud! What's so proud of this? Is it a glorious thing to be called out? Is it really a shame for us!"

Wei Wuxian said: "I want to admit my mistake with him, but he ignores me. I forbidden my words for so many days, what's wrong with me teasing him? It's a pity that Brother Huaisang, your treasure spring | Palace. I haven't finished reading it yet. It's so exciting! Lan Zhan is really confused about the charm. He is not happy to show him, and he is useless to lose his face."

Nie Huaisang said: "It's not a pity! There are as many as you want."

Jiang Cheng sneered: "I offended Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren. You should die tomorrow! No one will collect your body."

Wei Wuxian waved his hand and went to hook Jiang Cheng's shoulder: "So much care. Let's tease me first. You've collected so many corpses for me, and it's not bad this time."

Jiang Cheng kicked over: "Genggugugugugu! Don't let me know about this next time I do something like this! Don't ask me to come and see you!"

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