Wang Lang looked at Orchid'er's eyes and held Orchid'er's face. Wang Lang kissed him desperately.

But just after he touched Lanhua's lips, a cold air spurted out from Lanhua's mouth and poured directly into Wang Lang's mouth along the esophagus and went all the way into his body. Wang Lang was completely lost for a moment and felt aroused all over his body, like a bitter cold wind stretching out from Jiuyou to shave his bones.

Wang Lang felt that the coldness in his body cavity was extremely cold, but fortunately it was quite powerful inside, so he suppressed the cold air.

Orchid grabbed Wang Lang and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Wang Lang changed for a long time to completely resolve the cold air. He looked up at Lanhuaer and finally understood why Lanhuaer never let him kiss him.

This is so fucking uncomfortable.

"It's okay." Wang Lang rubbed his belly, but his belly was still cold.

"This is my martial arts. It is impossible to do such things without reaching the realm of creation. Otherwise, your soul and soul will be destroyed and you will die suddenly. Even if you return to the realm, it will be inevitable."

Wang Lang was shocked.

Very uncomfortable.

"Then when will you be able to create the realm of fortune?" Wang Lang asked with a gaze.

Lanhuaer felt relieved when she saw that Wang Lang was fine, but when she saw Wang Lang's little expression, she immediately pinched Wang Lang's nose and said, "It depends on my mood."

Wang Lang grinned and said, "Then it's just these two days."

"It depends on your performance." Lan Huaer gently pinched the tip of Wang Lang's nose.

The two looked at each other and smiled. Wang Lang smacked his lips and refused to kiss him. Orchid was amused by Wang Lang's appearance and gently pinched Wang Lang's face, "Okay, sooner or later, I'm yours, and I won't run away. As long as I reach the Creation Realm, it's fine, or you can reach the Creation Realm in front of me."

When Wang Lang heard this, he grinned dryly, "It's better for the little master to go to the realm of creation first. The little master's fortune is towering, and he will soon be able to participate in the creation."

"The little prodigal son is good at flattering, he is a prize." Orchid waved his hand and said with satisfaction.

Little did he know that the little prodigal son of Orchid suddenly pulled Wang Lang into memories. Wang Lang's eyes were lost and he completely fell into the mud.

When Lanhuaer saw that Wang Lang had become like this, she immediately shook Wang Lang.

Wang Lang slowly turned around, looked at the orchid in front of him, and reached out to touch the orchid's cold face, "Promise me, don't leave me again, okay?"

Orchid'er's lips moved and finally nodded with emphasis.

Wang Lang lowered his head to kiss Orchid, who raised his hand to block it. "Do you have no memory?"

Wang Lang kissed Orchid's forehead like a dragonfly.

The two looked at each other and smiled, hugging each other deeply. Wang Lang hugged the orchid, getting tighter and tighter, as if he was about to rub the orchid into his body.

Orchid also hugged Wang Lang tightly.

After a long time, the two separated.

Orchid pinched Wang Lang's face, and the two looked at each other and smiled again.

Wang Lang looked around and suddenly asked, "Do you usually live here?"

Orchid shook his head, "Occasionally, I come here to live, and at other times, depending on the situation, when I get tired, I live wherever I am. The sky is the quilt and the earth is the bed, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon."

Wang Lang felt aching in his heart, "I'll find you a place to live in a better place, okay?"

Orchid shook his head, "Not good."

His eyes were very decisive.

"When we bought that house, I will no longer live in other places. I can't sleep in other places." Orchid said word by word.

Wang Lang stared at Lanhua'er's eyes. Orchid said a few words, but that look made people feel suffocated.

Just like a lonely and helpless child in the chaos of war, he has no relatives, no support, wanders around, no place to live, no place to live, the sky is quilted, the ground is a bed, and finally one day, he met a very friendly person, and then he thought about finding a place that is suitable and comfortable, called home, to settle down.

Orchid smiled at Wang Lang, "We are about to make money, and I can sleep peacefully at that time."

Wang Lang felt a little painful in his heart.

Orchid stuffed the iron box in his hand into the bed.

Wang Lang turned his head and looked around, and finally his eyes fixed on a photo on the head of the bed that looked very old.

The orchid picked the photo and took it over for Wang Lang to take a closer look.

There are three people in the photo, but only two people have faces. The remaining face is damaged and the specific appearance cannot be seen.

But the other two can see clearly. One is an orchid. It looks like it was taken when he was a teenager. It looks very tender, but there is no restraint in his eyes.

There was a woman standing next to her, wearing ancient costume, with a delicate face, but extremely cold. Through the photos, you can feel the cold air from her eyes. She looks really good. She can't tell how good she is, and she is blocked by her loose robe.

I looked at the time on the photos, and they were all photos from more than ten years ago.

The remaining person who couldn't see his face looked like a woman, about the same size as an orchid.

"Who is this?" Wang Lang asked.

"My master and my sister." Lanhua'er said.

"Where are them?" Wang Lang asked tentatively.

An unprecedented loneliness appeared in Lanhua'er's eyes, and her fingers gently stroked the other two people in the photo, "dead."

Wang Lang was silent.

Orchid touched the people in the photo with his fingers.

Orchid was silent for a long time.

Finally, he suddenly asked Wang Lang, "Do you believe in the Spirit of Heaven?"

Wang Lang was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "It's okay, what's wrong?"

Orchid's fingers stroked the broken part of the photo's face.

"Since I was a child, my master has been very strict, but my sister has been taking care of me and treating me like a real sister. Later, my sister went abroad and had no news. My master finally died. One day, my sister suddenly heard from me that my sister was dead. At that time, I was competing for territory with several gangs in Dongshui Province. There was a master on the other side. The stick in his hand was so superb. When his stick was about to poke my heart open, it was this photo that blocked his stick, and I survived. Tell me, is it my sister's guardian of the spirit in heaven?"

Wang Lang nodded and looked at the photos in Lanhua'er's hands. For some reason, when he saw the photos, Wang Lang felt intimate, just as Lanhua'er's sister was watching Wang Lang protecting Wang Lang.

"After my master and sister die, I have no home." Lanhuaer lowered her head and looked at the photo, gently stroked the two people on the photo, and tears in her eyes hung on her eyelashes and were about to roll down.
Chapter completed!