Chapter 663: Mrs. Lan 2

"Second Lord, how did you do this? You knocked Kunpeng over with a single shot? Is that really Kunpeng? I was knocked out before and I didn't see it."
Next to the stone platform, Yang Jian concentrated on transplanting spiritual cores to the children of the Witch Clan. Da Ang on the side kept patting his bald head, with blood stains on his body, and kept asking, twistingly beside him.
The witches and witches were busy cleaning up the mess outside, and no one was in charge of this guy.
"How can I do it? I have broken through and become stronger, but I haven't become bald," Yang Jian said with a chuckle, turning his head to look at Da Ang, "Want to try? I don't have a hand to practice."
"No, no," Da Ang waved his hand back and forth again and again, saying that he would not dare, but his eyes were eager to try but couldn't make a fake.
Yang Jian shot over the demon master Kunpeng, not to mention hearsay, even if he saw it with his own eyes, he would not believe it.
Sitting next to the stone platform, Xiao Lan hid her mouth and chuckled without speaking. She just stared at Yang Jian with a gentle and gentle gaze, and she kept feeling deeply... or her real body looked more pleasing to the eye.
With Yang Jian's unremitting efforts, bald heads were born one after another.
This long-interrupted journey of transformation finally came to a successful conclusion after Yang Jian's busy schedule for nearly a hundred days.
Yang Jian is not stingy with these children of the witch race. Those who can use profound energy to promote them are all promoted by profound energy; as to which step they can take before the catastrophe comes, it depends on themselves. Up.
"Da Ang, take everyone here to practice for a year, and then go to the Black Spirit Country to obey orders," Yang Jian said calmly, "If you want to grow up faster, it will eventually lead to bloodshed."
Daang clasped his fists in both hands, knelt down on one knee, turned his head and shouted, "Thank you Erye!"
Then, 1,800 men and women, all bald-headed and resolute faces, knelt down in front of Yang Jian neatly.
"Xie Erye!"
Yang Jian nodded lightly. If he changed his mind, he might feel agitated, but now Dao Xin only has a few ripples.
"Everyone has a good rest, if anything is unusual, come find me."
Waved his hand, Yang Jian walked towards the ruins of the Xuandu City ahead; Xiao Lan quickly stood up. Although she wanted to follow Yang Jian, she was still two steps behind, holding her hands and head down, following the figure in front of her step by step.
She kept turning her gaze away from her side, and her heart began to waver inexplicably, her heartbeat speeding up.
The cultivation base is still not home.
Yang Jian suddenly stopped and turned around. Xiao Lan, who was thinking about it, almost ran into it. Stepping on the front tip of Yang Jian's boots, she jumped away in shock.
"Do you still recognize it?" Yang Jian asked with a smile.
"Wh, what?" Xiao Lan was a little confused, in the blink of an eye she was bewildered.
Yang Jian flicked his finger lightly, a touch of profound energy slowly drifted away, and a gray bamboo forest evolved around him and the others.
This familiar situation...
Xiao Lan's face turned red instantly, biting her lip, pinching the folds of the skirt with her fingers, but stubbornly raised her head to look at Yang Jian...
Then, Xiao Lan stepped forward again, both hands trembling lightly, but she firmly hugged Yang Jian's waist.
"recognize."
Yang Jian's light sigh passed her ear, and then gently hugged her back, without saying much.
Xiao Lan, who was originally a little dizzy, gradually sensed Yang Jian's abnormality, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? But I think I did something wrong..."
"It's okay, I'm just a little bored in my heart," Yang Jian's voice was a little hoarse, "When the profound art broke through, I saw a lot of past events that didn't belong to me, and there seemed to be a gap in my heart, and I don't know how to say it."
"Can you tell me something?" Xiao Lan looked around on tiptoe, and wrapped Yang Jian's arm with both hands. "Come here, let's say secretly, not let them hear."
Yang Jian was also happy. He didn't want to talk about this to others, but he looked at Xiao Lan's beautiful face full of expectation and "I want to hear you talk", and his dry heart was moisturized by those bright autumn eyes.
They were hiding by a broken wall, Xiao Lan didn't care about anything, pulling Yang Jian to sit on the ground, but kept holding Yang Jian's arm with both hands.
Although she didn't dare to really lean on Yang Jian, she obviously didn't want the relationship between the two to retreat because of her reservedness.
"Don't look at me that way," Yang Jian said with a smile, "I feel a little hypocritical when you look at it this way."
"What are you polite to me?" Xiao Lan shook his arm, "Well, I want to hear. Sister Xinke, I can't compare it, but I can also help you relieve your worries and relieve stress. Pingbai dominates you."
This coquettish kung fu is indeed an uncommon style of His Highness Xin Ke on weekdays.
"I should just be affected by that person's emotions," Yang Jian shook his head, recalling all the scenes he had seen before, then raised his hand to Xiao Lan's forehead, "Let me see, don't be scared."
Xiao Lan blinked, before she had time to say anything, there were more pictures on the Lingtai.
That was what Yang Jian saw, it was very vague, only a figure staggering forward was vaguely seen...
After a while.
Yang Jian was a little speechless, sitting against the wall, watching the little girl holding the crying Lihua Rain in his arm. He didn't know what to say besides holding her shoulder to comfort him.
What about helping him to solve his worries?
"You have turned into corpses and you have to fight with people. How could you have been so miserable in your last life!"
"I..." Yang Jian almost laughed out loud for some reason, "Hahaha, how can it be miserable in your mouth, obviously so heroic!"
Xiao Lan sighed quietly and looked at Yang Jian grievously, "Don't you think you are miserable? You also sent away your beloved woman by your own hands...Who is that? Can she be found in reincarnation? Is it sister Xinke? "
Yang Jian couldn't help but startled.
Will Xin Ke be the reincarnation of that white shadow at the beginning?
Probably not, that strong man is obviously too far away from this era. The so-called true spirit reincarnation is completely different from the six reincarnations. If you want to find it, it is really difficult.
Not knowing his appearance, not knowing his true imprint, even men and women, is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.
"It shouldn't be..." Yang Jian shook his head and sighed sighly, "Moti is this person, I am not him, you and Xin Ke are not the white shadow... There is a life in this life, and there is no way of thinking about the past. benefit."
Xiao Lan bit her lower lip and nodded lightly, and leaned forward actively, nestled in Yang Jian's arms, letting her long hair fall in front of him.
She looked up, she was going to stare at Yang Jian's side face in a daze, but she didn't want her eyes to be caught by Yang Jian.
Yang Jian raised his hand to hug her tighter, closer to him, but his fingers accidentally touched a little soft and soft.
Xiao Lan's eyes were ashamed of the water, but she still refused to lower her head, but the trembling of her body was hard to hide...
Yang Jian somehow, there was a lot of joy and impulse in his heart, and he lowered his head and leaned forward; but as soon as he made a move, the woman beside him suddenly turned sideways, pressing his left shoulder with his right hand, and a slender body lying on him. On the chest, those bold eyes were a little provocative.
How can a dignified and three-foot-sky man allow the lady to be indulgent.
When a mysterious energy covered that corner tightly, shutting off the sweet voice and covering the spring, the old Yang family finally got a newcomer to start.
The children of the Witch tribe were a little unsure of their heads tilted, but the Twelve Commanders drank a few times, and led them to a farther place, lest they would disturb them when they were practicing...
"Oh... the second master is still the second master..."
He giggled, shook his head and sighed, touching his bald forehead and sighing.
When his hair grows out, he must go back to Dahua to express his desire to continue his blood with her.
...
Yang Jian didn't regard the happiness of husband and wife as catharsis, although it did have a refreshing effect.
After staying in Xuandu City for a few days, under Xiao Lan's deliberate welcome and gentle relief, Yang Jian finally got rid of the emotion that appeared when Guihong broke through.
Although it is inevitable that Yang Jian's character will be a little more dull, but again, Yang Jian gets more.
He knew that he had actually existed, whether it was great or not;
He knew that he had fought against the powerful enemy of today in the distant past, regardless of success or failure;
He also more firmly understood the path of fellow practitioners that must be taken next; even if Master could figure out the method of fellow practitioners, Yang Jian would have to take a risk.
He really didn't want to repeat the situation he had experienced in his previous life. He really couldn't be like that person, and put a heavy hand on Ao Xinke or Xiao Lan and send them into the river of true spirits...
What's the use of Dao Xin as solid as a rock?
What is invincible under the saint?
If those dark shadows are the so-called ‘powerful enemies’, they can’t kill them at all, or even kill them all, they will reappear...
What Yang Jian wants to do now is not to finish the road Pangu God hasn't walked, but to surpass, to open up... to be stronger than himself, to defeat all enemies who dare to appear in front of him, Until they collapse, or dare not show up again!
On the soft couch in the ruins, while hugging Xiao Lan, who was asleep, Yang Jian suddenly felt a little bit more responsible...
Xin Ke and himself, Lan Er also followed him, since he accepted them, he should treat them as treasures and not let them suffer any harm.
When they married Ao Xinke, Yang Jian didn’t feel this strong, probably because they had a lot of'interests' entanglements outside of their big marriage; although Yang Jian and Ao Xinke now support each other like glue, they are still missing. Kind of pureness Yang Jian yearns for.
Xiao Lan, who had been wandering around following him, finally made up for this purity.
"Aren't you tired?" Xiao Lan's somewhat lazy voice came from ~EbookFREE.me~ her eyes were misty and she couldn't give her any strength.
Yang Jian smiled and shook his head, holding her tighter.
"I always didn't understand the meaning of a sentence before, but now I suddenly wake up."
"what?"
Yang Jian said in a warm voice: "I am lucky if I get it, but I lose my life."
"Bah, it's so shameful... Um... Lord Zhenjun, let me sleep, I'm so tired..."
Yang Jian chuckled softly, and had to hug gently, and closed his eyes to rest for a while.
A few days later, Yang Jian took Xiao Lan back to the Black Dragon Nation. After discussing with Ao Xinke, he recruited a group of confidants, masters, and friends who could call, and formally introduced Xiao Lan.
It was basically established that Xiao Lan was the second wife of the Yang family, and Xiao Lan was able to command all armies just as well.
"Now it's no better than before," Yang Jian looked at Xiao Lan with a little guilty gaze, "There are too many things to do now, and I can't have a big wedding with you..."
Xiao Lan hurriedly said: "It's okay. It's a blessing that Sister Xinke can accept me, and I'm not too busy."
Ao Xinke said softly: "Husband, even if you can't manage it, the marriage still has to be done. If you have a name, you will really let outsiders say that the husband and sister Lan'er are not behind them."
Xiao Lan blinked, but she was stopped by Ao Xinke's eyes.
Yang Jian was holding a small hand under the table, feeling a little...weak in his heart.
I really hug the right...
"So like that, I asked the incarnation to go back to Honghuang to prepare for this, and let the mother do it for us...Well, say something business, is there news about Xiaohei?"
Ao Xinke replied: "There will be contacts every day. She is too far away from the Black Spirit Kingdom, and the message will not be sent back after a few days. But according to her, the traces of Kunpeng have been traced."