EP 1

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Dangyang. More than twenty miles north of the city, it was originally a barren land with few people inhabited. At this time, there were a lot of camps,stretching for more than a hundred miles. The dark purple flags stretched out from the top of the tent, painted nine-petaled silver lotus,flying in the cold wind.

Shooting-sun War, the residence of the Yunmeng Jiang clan.

A cultivator from the Jiang clan took the order from the sec master and hurried to another camp in the army. The door of the tent was not close, and the edge was finely embroidered with curling moire patterns. It seemed that it was a long time since it was made, but it was washed clean carefully.

The young cultivator stood trembling by the door, almost raising his hand to lift the curtain, but when he thought of the cold face of the man in the tent, he couldn't help feeling chills. After hesitating for a long time, in the end he only dared to stand outside behind the curtain and shouted, "HanGuang Jun."

A response from someone in the military tent soon came. It was as cold as frost and snow, as if there was no emotion: "What's the matter?"

The cultivator hurriedly said: "Sect Master Jiang asked me to inform, tonight... we will set up at 23:45."

There was a moment of silence in the tent, and then the voice faintly sounded again: "I know."

The cultivator wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he had finally completed an extremely difficult task, he took a long sigh of relief, said "Excuse me" and left.

Lan Wangji's listened to the sound of footsteps going away from the tent, and he exhaled secretly as the cultivator just now.

Just before he was completely relaxed, a hot and humid touch came from the palm of his hand, itching and numb, like being gently scratched at the soft flesh of his heart by the paw of some animal.

His eyesight changed suddenly, and he lowered his head to look at the person who did it. The man in his arms twisted restlessly, he noticed his sight, and then stretched out his tongue and licked the palm covering his mouth again. The slightly raised corners of his eyes were curved like a crescent moon, and the shallow fresh water marks in it was like the clouds and mist in the night sky. If carefully watched, the stars were faintly visible.

Wei Wuxian raised an arm and pushed away Lan Wangji's hand, only to see that the two thin lips that had just been covered under the palms were also dark red soaked in water, like the fruits of summer branches waiting to be picked.

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and smiled at the person holding him: "Well, didn't Jiang Cheng adopt my advice in the end?"

Lan Wangji was silent, his eyes looked deep or even terrible because of the accumulation of too much emotion, he stared at Wei Wuxian fixedly for a long time, and his suddenly moved.

"Hiss--Be lighter..." Wei Wuxian jumped up with him, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and raised his head to meet the almost indifferent face.

He still smiled himself: "Look, what ...pure and fearsome HanGuang Jun. When you just talked to that person, did he ever think... what are you doing now?"

Lan Wangji followed Wei Wuxian's gaze. The military tent was in a mess, the tea cups on the case overturned at some unknown time, and the dark tea water that had been cold was flowing all over the floor. The plain white bedding was torn off from the couch, and the rest of the corner was still unwilling to stick to the bedboard, but most of them were kicked by the feet. The two figures sat and intertwined not far away.

The black clothes were draped in a mess, entangled with the white clothes that trapped him, like a black-and-white scroll of splashed ink painting, crossed under the slightly rouge-colored bodies, inevitably stained with a bit of lust.

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