At the same time, a brand new mission jumped out under Xiao Lanle's profile picture.

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[Target Character Rescue Mission: Assist #萧岚乐# to become the head of the Penglai Immortal Gate, and explore the truth of the year (20% progress) has been unlocked! 】

Lin Qianshuang stared blankly at the simultaneous unlocks on the favorability interface that appeared out of nowhere.

The two missions are unlocked at the same time. This is the first time I have seen you.

Mu Weiyin sat on a high place, with a chubby face puffed out, and his lips pursed, as if he was very dissatisfied with Lin Qianshuang's daze and hesitation.

Lin Qianshuang sensed Mu Weiyin’s displeasure, she quickly put away the note in her hand, and said respectfully towards Mu Weiyin, bowed her head and said respectfully: "The city lord, now that I have accepted this list, I will definitely do my best. Do your best to complete the task."

Mu Weiyin's attitude slowed down, short hand turned the ring on his thumb, and glanced at a servant girl in Tianshu Palace. The servant girl hurriedly took the prepared pills to Lin Qianshuang. In front of.

Mu Weiyin’s chubby face showed an old and friendly smile, "Jieyu, this city lord does not question your loyalty, but this is the rule of Tianshu City. The condensation pill is not a poison, but a worm to prevent you. Leak secrets."

Lin Qianshuang picked up the pill presented by the maidservant and swallowed it without hesitation. Now that she has decided to gain Mu Weiyin's trust, too much hesitation will make her jealous.

It's just that she didn't understand how "Lin Qianshuang" was just a passerby's cannon fodder status at Penglai Immortal Gate, how could it become a thorn in the eyes of City Lord Tianshu.

Lin Qianshuang thought in his heart, and simply pushed and knocked to look at Mu Weiyin puzzledly, and asked, "City Lord, I still don't understand one thing. The monk of the Lin family on the list I have never I've heard that he should be a little-known person, how can he be qualified to be with the head of Penglai and the head of the Chen family? Are you mistaken?"

"The destiny instrument has never been wrong. This three-character monk surnamed Lin is the catastrophe of the city's master's cultivation journey. But this person is very cunning. The city's master has placed a lot of people, but she escaped. If you are lurking in the Penglai Immortal Gate, don't worry about getting rid of her first, just befriend this person. After all, you are a descendant of the Lin family, and keeping her is useful."

Mu Weiyin spoke slowly behind the curtain. He stretched out his rounded short hand and threw a bamboo wooden sign to Lin Qianshuang’s feet, saying: "This piece of yuzhu is for you to hold. You can move Yixiang. If the masters in the building still need manpower, just ask your deputy host to come and see me."

Lord, superstition kills people! The little girl is really innocent, it's too late to help you, how can I harm you.

Deep in his heart, Lin Qianshuang's limbs knelt and swayed in the wind and rain. He had already moved Mu Weiyin's small body to the front, pulling the other side's small round face into various weird shapes.

She roared from the bottom of her heart.

So cute, why are you so restless!

This little Lolita asked her to do things for her, and at the same time sent someone to kill her secretly, and she wanted to sing white faces and red faces. Who could bear it.

In reality, Lin Qianshuang held the bamboo card in his hand, and said respectfully to Mu Weiyin, "I know, thank you for the trust of the city lord."

Mu Weiyin sat in the seat of the city lord, looking at Lin Qianshuang's appearance as a solemnity, was a little disappointed. She was still thinking about what kind of outstanding person this famous Jieyu in the world of cultivation is. She still wants to attract and make friends. , But the people in front of them are ordinary from beginning to end, admiring vanity, and they seem a bit dull.

She was very boring in her heart, and no longer thought of talking to him, her eyes motioned to a maid to take the two away.

The handmaid who was standing by was immediately aware, holding a palace lantern, walked in front of Lin Qianshuang, and said:

"The son, the maidservant, by the order of the city lord, will take you away."

Lin Qianshuang rubbed her kneeling sore leg and lifted Xiao Lanle, who was unconscious, from the ground, smiled at the maidservant and said, "Then I will take care of this girl."

Seeing Lin Qianshuang's smile, the maid quickly lowered her head and led the way with the palace lantern.

Mu Weiyin saw everything in his eyes, and saw the maid's face shy, he couldn't help but mumble, shallow.

Back at Penglai Immortal Gate, Lin Qianshuang walked into Xiaoyao Dongfu, closed the door, and turned into a piano sound according to the dream interpretation method taught by Mu Weiyin, and sneaked into Xiao Lanle's sea of ​​consciousness with devilish energy.

It didn't take long for Xiao Lanle to wake up faintly. She rubbed her eyes warily and looked around, walked off the bed and put on her shoes.

"Sister Lin, have we returned from Tianshu City?"

Lin Qianshuang stopped playing the piano, put the Hanchanqin in the jade slips, and said: "Well, Junior Sister Xiao, after you fell unconscious in the Cangshu Pavilion, I will follow Master Tianshu's method to take you. I went to Tianshu City, and I have a solution to your demon."

The patter of raindrops hit the begonia flowers beside the window, and the branches of green leaves were still exposed and the buds mixed with the blown off petals scattered on the house, leaving a series of water stains. The sound of the waterfall was covered by the rumbling of thunderstorms, and the dazzling purple light of thunder and lightning swept across the roof of the open-air cave, piercing the view inside the cave.

The candle went out abruptly, the whole room was plunged into darkness, and the wooden windows creaked shut by the wind.

A thunder and lightning flashed before his eyes.

Xiao Lanle stared at Yujing and saw a pair of blood-red eyes facing her in a daze.

She screamed in shock, and rushed towards Lin Qianshuang who had just put the jade slip back on the bed, her face pale and trembling and hugged the warm body that was within reach.

"Sister, I'm scared. I saw a pair of eyes just now... it's still blinking at me."

Lin Qianshuang glanced around the empty surroundings, Junior Sister Xiao should have hallucinations.

The candles were blown out by the wind, and the room was darkened a lot, which made people with mental illness easy to feel fear.

She got up to light a candle, and another bolt of lightning fell out of thin air, illuminating the room.

"Senior Sister, don't go, I'm afraid."

Xiao Lanle clutched Lin Qianshuang's sleeve, her lips curled into her arms, and she muttered, "Don't leave me, I'm afraid."

Lin Qianshuang was hugged by Xiao Lanle in her arms and couldn't walk anymore. She hugged her back, gently patted her trembling back and comforted her, "Sister Xiao, you have hallucinations. , Don’t be afraid, I’m here, no one will hurt you."

Xiao Lanle nestled quietly in Lin Qianshuang’s arms, with her cheeks close to the temperature of her neck, and an unknown fear lurking in the enclosed darkness made her trembled from the heart to the soul, only hiding in the arms of the senior sister. Here, she felt a little sense of security.

This torrential rain came and went quickly, the dark clouds faded, and the sky was clear in an instant.

A beam of light entered through the window, leaving a shadow on the ground.

"Junior sister, are you better?"

Lin Qianshuang gently patted Xiao Lanle's back, and stood stiffly in embarrassment.

The rain had stopped for a long time, but Junior Sister Xiao still leaned in her arms silently, and didn't mean to leave.

"Senior Sister."

The hand on his side was suddenly pulled.

Lin Qianshuang looked at Xiao Lanle, her eyes faintly with tears, the corners of her eyes were red, and her elegant and beautiful face was with distressing tears, as if she had cried.

Xiao Lanle pulled her sleeves and said in a low voice, "Today is my mother's memorial day. The wind in the valley is strong and gloomy. I am alone... I am scared, Senior Sister, can you go with me? "

Is today the memorial day of the lady in charge?

Lin Qianshuang met Xiao Lanle’s mother in the state of the heart demon. That girl was also a disciple of the Penglai Immortal Clan. She was not weak in her cultivation. She did not die in the Xiao family’s extermination case. Lan Le escaped.

Maybe, in front of the tombstone of the lady in charge, Xiao Lanle could get some useful news from Xiao Lanle's mouth.

Lin Qianshuang picked up the plain umbrella placed in the corner of the wall and said to Xiao Lanle: "Junior sister, it would be bad if there was a torrent of rain on the way together, let me bring an umbrella."

Xiao Lanle's dark pupils reflected Lin Qianshuang's shadow, and a bright ray of light gathered in the heart of the eyes, which was very shining and clear.

"Sister, wait for me, I have to prepare something."

This smile is too sweet.

Has Junior Sister Xiao's mood improved?

Seeing the sweet smile on Xiao Lanle's face, Lin Qianshuang's mood improved inexplicably, and she looked back and smiled.

Xiao Lanle walked to the table and picked up the basket that the servant had already prepared, and opened the blue cloth covering it. There were sacrificial cakes and a pair of white candles inside.

She raised her eyebrows. There were so many miscellaneous things in this basket, but there was still a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus shochu that the mother loved to drink. In the past few years, Senior Brother Liang would personally prepare her for her. Why is there something wrong today?

Xiao Lanle suddenly thought of the jars of wine that Senior Brother Liang had buried under the big locust tree outside her house. He once said that this was the best sweet-scented osmanthus soju he had gotten, and he wanted to cherish it.

Speaking of every birthday, the senior brother would always find her to drink, saying that she was going to dig the treasured altar for her to drink, but she didn't know how to drink, and the head daddy refused to let her drink it.

Xiao Lanle smiled and thought, walked out of the house, rushed into the soil with a sword under the locust tree, and a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus soju came out of the ground and floated into her hand.

At the same time, there is a small wooden brocade box with a corner of the soil turned out.

Did Brother Liang intend to give this brocade box to her on her birthday?

Xiao Lanle weighed the brocade box in her hand. It was very light, unlike the ornaments inside. She saw Lin Qianshuang waiting aside and put the brocade box in her sleeve. The senior sister was still waiting. , It’s not too late to look at the brocade box given by Senior Brother Liang.

Lin Qianshuang watched Xiao Lanle dug out a jar of wine under the locust tree, and stayed with Du Shuang, a wine addict. She was also popularized by many techniques of wine knowledge, and the jar of wine gave off a refreshing fragrance. The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wine has a taste of precipitation over time. This is a rare fine wine in the altar.

Xiao Lanle and Lin Qianshuang flew together with swords. Seeing her gaze wandered for several times when the sweet-scented osmanthus soju appeared, her dignified face couldn't help but smiled and said, "Sister, is this pot of sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus wine so fragrant?" I think you are drooling. When I see my mother, I will open up and drink with you."

Lin Qianshuang smiled and diverted his attention.

This jar of sweet-scented osmanthus shochu is indeed a rare wine, but she always feels that something is wrong, and her heart is a little anxious due to the strong aroma of the wine.

How could there be a problem with the tribute wine that Sister Xiao took out.

When the sword fell, the two walked down side by side, Lin Qianshuang specially helped Xiao Lanle bring up the sweet-scented osmanthus soju and smelled it.

Maybe she was worrying too much, it was just a jar of ordinary shochu.

The wind in Howling Valley is as its name suggests, as always, it is as cold as a stone bone, and it blows to the face like a knife.

The momentum of the wind only weakened a lot when he reached a half-person-high stone monument. The lush pine forest blocked the howling wind, shaking the needles, and there were crows flying in them, making hoarse calls and digging into the dense canopy.

The green velvety soil carries the fragrance of rain and green grass, swaying on both sides of the gentle foot of the visitors.

The stele is a bit old and damaged on the edge, but no moss or weeds have grown, so someone should take care of it regularly.

Lin Qianshuang stood in front of the tomb and put down a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus soju. The words on the tomb were clearly engraved, Lin Suwen's tomb.

"Is the wife of the head Lin actually? She is also from Dongling Lin's family?"

Xiao Lanle took out the items in the basket and placed them one by one, and lit a few sticks of incense, and said: "The Xiao family and the Lin family have always had grievances and grievances, but the Chen family and the Lin family have been married for generations. The mother should marry Chen. The head of the family, but fell in love with my father, so he escaped from marriage and became a husband and wife with my father. The wood is already done, and the Lin family regarded my mother as a shame and shame, and removed her from the genealogy. This tombstone should not have Lin's name engraved on it. But I can’t bear to have my ancestor go back to the clan after my mother died, so I engraved the surname again.”

Lin Qianshuang was a little happy when he heard it, and sat cross-legged on the ground, and said, "Then we should have a distant relationship. Should I call you cousin?"

Xiao Lanle untied the rope on the sweet-scented osmanthus shochu, took out a cup and poured the wine to Lin Qianshuang, and said dissatisfiedly, "Lin Qianshuang, you can be my cousin? How can a cousin be like you? Yes, the behavior is slutty and I don't know how to constrain, and I don't look like a daughter of a family."

Lin Qianshuang was called by her name by Xiao Lanle, and when she listened to her words and deeds, she was like being disciplined by an older elder. She felt uncomfortable listening. After drinking the sweet and refreshing sweet-scented osmanthus wine, she poured it again. Drink several cups.

Sweet but not greasy, this wine is not like wine, more like a good fruit drink, it is not spicy at all in the throat.

Lin Qianshuang thought that Xiao Lanle seemed to be afraid of thunder and lightning, and asked easily with a little curious tone:

"Junior sister, you are too courageous, why are you afraid of thunderstorms, then what should you do when you encounter this situation?"

Xiao Lanle looked at the wine in the glass for a long time. When she thought of the memory that popped out in her mind, she didn't taste it. She didn't drink it for a long time. She whispered, "I don't know why this happened.... Every time there is a thunderstorm, I am confused as if being trapped in a very narrow box. Someone blindfolded me and told me not to look. I couldn’t see anything... I just smelled a puff of blood. The smell is very strong and pungent... and I can't escape."

Lin Qianshuang listened to Xiao Lanle's low voice, the faint female voice was like a leaf rubbing against her heart, and her heart was getting hot and hot.

"So hot."

She faintly felt that a bug had been put on her body, which kept sliding on her skin. Everywhere she passed, it was extremely hot. Sweat dripped out, which seemed to wet her back, and her clothes were sticking to the curve of her back.

Lin Qianshuang's eyes were slightly out of focus. Listening to Xiao Lanle's whisper annoyingly, she peeled off the outer gauze, and the sweat slipped from her shoulders to her back, which made her uncomfortable.

Xiao Lanle recovered from the memory, and saw Lin Qianshuang’s pure and beautiful face blushing as if bleeding, her eyes were hazy with a layer of mist, and the bottom of her eyes had a bluish luster, and she was breathing lowly. , The collarbone of her neck was covered with beads of sweat, her slender fingers tremblingly pulled open the placket and belt, and her clothes fell loosely to the sides.

The exposed skin was blown by the cold wind, and Lin Qianshuang squinted comfortably, loving the coolness.

The misty blue eyes, who couldn't see their emotions, glanced at Xiao Lanle, the ignorant and charming luster seemed to seduce her, making her want to come closer unconsciously.

Xiao Lanle grabbed Lin Qianshuang's hand that was tugging at her clothes, and when she touched her hot palms, she was stunned, "Sister Lin, why is your body temperature so hot."

The strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus shochu came from the other side.

Xiao Lanle's clear eyes changed complexly, letting go of Lin Qianshuang's hand, smelling the jar of sweet-scented osmanthus soju that was placed in front of the tombstone on the tip of her nose, and then took out the mackerel beads and asked.

"Master, there is a love potion in it, and the spring breeze has dispersed for a while, it's just a common medicine in the world, you give her a detoxification pill, and it's all right."

Listening to Shizhu's explanation, Xiao Lanle thought of the brocade box with this jar of wine.

She took out the brocade box, opened the lock, and inside was a white, slippery sticky thing with a strange fragrance.

Xiao Lanle's face looked a little ugly, ashamed and angry.

It turned out to be an aphrodisiac lubricating plaster for intercourse.

Brother Liang had invited her to drink under the locust tree more than once on her birthday. It turned out that he was holding that kind of invisible sordid thoughts.