"You can break the mirror at any time."

Lan Yi has always been steady, and with such a sure tone this time, he must be fully confident.

Being able to resist the temptation of the broken mirror and forcibly suppress her state of mind, her state of mind was much stronger than she expected.

In such a short period of time, she was able to refine forty years of pure internal energy. From this point of view, her martial arts talent may be even higher than her own.

Both of his parents died when he was young, and he became a member of the Qidian Orphanage. He has unparalleled martial arts talent and unparalleled opportunities. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a template for the protagonist. He should not be a personal maid next to him.

"What are you thinking about, Master?"

Lan Yi gently pressed against Fan Xian's back and asked softly.

"I wonder if I saved the whole world in my previous life, and in this life, I can actually have a maid at the master level to rub my back."

Lan Yi hugged Fan Xian from behind, rubbed his face, and said softly: "Lan Yi is lucky enough to meet the young master in this life. If not, Lan Yi would have died ten years ago."

Suddenly, there was a sound in the room, very soft but very clear.

It's the sound of footsteps.

Fan Xian and Lan Yi's expressions changed instantly.

Lan Yi suddenly retreated under the bucket, leaving only his head.

Fan Xian patted the water, jumped up, and retrieved items from the air. The clothes on the hangers were there in the blink of an eye.

From hearing the sound, jumping up from the water, and dressing up in the air, it only happened in the blink of an eye, not even a breath.

"Uncle Wu Zhu, I have told you many times. Before you show up, could you tell me that it is very scary for you to appear suddenly like this."

"I just reminded you with the sound of footsteps."

From behind the curtain of the room, a young man in black walked out slowly, wearing a trademark eye patch and holding a black fire stick-like... sword?

Fan Xian swallowed hard at Wu Zhu's words and didn't know how to reply. He was speechless.

Is your way of reminding you too special?

Wouldn't it smell better if I knocked on the door instead?

In the entire room, the door was closed and the windows were closed. Fan Xian was curious about how Wu Zhu got in.

There was no one in the room before they took a shower.

Could it be that Wuzhu also has a special skill similar to flash?

Fan Xian thought so and asked.

"Uncle Wu Zhu, do you know how to walk through walls?"

Wu Zhu glanced at Fan Xian with his blindfolded eyes, but did not answer, as if he didn't quite understand what the wall penetration technique was.

"It's the kind of martial arts that can pass directly through the wall without damaging the wall..."

As Fan Xian spoke, he made two gestures with his hands.

"Won't."

"Then how did you get in?"

"Walk in."

"Okay, I was successfully defeated by you." Fan Xian was speechless and held his forehead.

After looking at Lan Yi who was still huddled under the water in the tub behind him, Fan Xian pulled Wu Zhu to the yard.

This is a separate courtyard, and except for a few people you trust, no one else will come here at all.

This was something Fan Xian specifically ordered in the mansion.

The courtyard was smashed to pieces by Fan Xian's palm from the sky. When Liu Ruyu was looking for someone to build it, she deliberately expanded the area and made it special and independent.

Rouxue is the only maid living here.

In order to ensure Si Lili's safety that day, Fan Xian entrusted Wu Zhu to make a personal trip, and he doesn't remember which chapter it happened.

Wu Zhu was never seen again after that, but I didn't expect that he would suddenly appear here today.

After the operation of Langya Pavilion was on the right track, Wu Zhu, like Fan Xian, had basically become a hands-off shopkeeper.

"Uncle, where have you been during this time? Why has there been no news from you?"

"I took a trip to Jiangnan to retravel the same path that my lady took back then. I just returned to Kyoto today."

"To retrieve memories?"

Wu Zhu chose silence.

Whether it's the original novel or the TV series, Fan Xian knows in his heart that it is definitely not a good thing for Wu Zhu's memory to be revived.

For so many years, I have been treating Uncle Wu Zhu as a high-level coolie, just because I don’t want him to have too much time to think about and organize his memory.

But what should come will eventually come.

Once Wu Zhu regains his memory, he will most likely return to the temple.

Uncle Wuzhu, who lost his memory, still has a bit of popularity, but once he recovers the cold program that is unique to robots, there is no telling what he will become.

If you don't recognize your relatives, that's for sure.

No matter from an emotional point of view, or from a rational perspective on the strength of this great master, recovering his memory is not what Fan Xian wants to see.

It's a pity that the system is silent now, otherwise you can ask what can be done.

When Wu Zhu came back this time, he also brought the box left by his mother.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhu actually came up with the idea of ​​opening the box. This made Fan Xian silent for a long time, and his heart was extremely solemn.

No matter what the reason was, Uncle Wu Zhu had undergone some inexplicable changes to some extent.

I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

After some conversation, the two agreed to wait for an opportunity to sneak into the palace and steal the key.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The extremely cold air flow from the North Sea has landed, making this winter night even more biting.

In the palace, the prince secretly summoned Lin Gong.

Now that Si Lili has been escorted back to Beijing, it is only a matter of time before the person behind the Niulan Street assassination case is found out using the methods of the forensic institute.

After Lin Gong entered the study, the prince dismissed the attendants on the left and right, and talked with him alone.

But not long after, the sound of quarrels came from the study.

Without the prince's order, the people outside were anxious, pacing back and forth, and often looking forward to the study, but they did not dare to ask.

After a while, the sound of something being thrown came from the study.

In the study, the prince was so angry that he threw his favorite inkstone. Ink splashed everywhere, staining the desk dark and stained.

The lamp flames swaying in the wind seemed to be expressing something, giving the impression of a spectator.

The prince and Lin Gong are monarchs and ministers, and they have also been friends for many years. This is the first time for them to have a quarrel like today.

"I, the Lin family, have been loyal to the court and the emperor for generations, but I have never said that I want to hook up with the women in the mansion."

Lin Gong's face was already livid with anger.

He did not expect that the prince would actually approve of Fan Xian and Lin Waner's marriage, which caught him off guard.

The prince blamed Lin Gong, who secretly conspired with the eldest princess to plan the Niulan Street assassination.

The two kept arguing, but even Lin Gong, an eighth-level master, didn't notice that under the eaves, in the darkness, a dark figure, like an eight-clawed spider, lay there motionless, completely blending in with the night.

as one body.
Chapter completed!