Faced with the crazy look of this weird old man, Wanmoluo just watched him go crazy quietly, and waited for a while before he calmed down from his madness.

It seemed that the ecstasy just now exhausted his strength. The weird old man sat on the ground panting. After panting for a while, he looked at Wan Moluo who was standing aside.

"Do you think I'm a lunatic..."

Wanmoluo didn't answer. The old man obviously didn't want to talk to her. As expected, before she could answer, the old man started talking to himself.

"I thought I was crazy, but I didn't expect that one day I would become so obsessed with it."

After saying that, the old man fell into a strange silence again, and his terrifying and twisted face was now full of thoughts.

Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er rarely saw him like this, so they both closed their mouths in tacit agreement and didn't speak.

For a moment, no one spoke in the room. The four of them all had thoughts in their minds, but fell into silence at the same time.

The silence lasted for a long time, as if all four people in the room had lost their livelihood.

Wanmoluo lowered her head and looked at her hands. Those hands, which were once fat and greasy like a bear, became thinner and thinner after she went to Kyoto City.

Until now, her bones have been eaten by poisonous insects, and her skin color has turned into a strange dead white, which is completely different from her previous dark skin.

There are no mirrors or other objects in this room. Perhaps the weird old man doesn't want to see his current appearance, so there is nothing to see his appearance anywhere.

Now Wanmoluo doesn't know if her face is as white as her hands. She doesn't care what she looks like, but she has made herself invulnerable to the poisonous insects that the weird old man experimented on her.

I'm a little interested.

The important thing is that what the old man wants her to do must rely on the invulnerable method that has been successful in her.

Sure enough, the old man finally spoke after being silent for a long time. What was different from the past was that this time there was a hint of vicissitudes and sadness in his hoarse voice.

"You are well now. Now I can tell you what I want you to do."

Hearing this, Wan Mo Luo and others couldn't help but prick up their ears.

After all, the mysterious and weird old man in front of them took time and effort to rescue them, but he never said the reason.

Now that I finally knew it, everyone was naturally curious.

The old man took a deep breath, coughed a few times in his broken gong-like throat, and then said calmly:

"My name is Fang Lan, and I was a disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect forty years ago."

Wan Moluo and the others listened carefully, and gradually understood what kind of story this was as old man Fang Lan told it.

It turns out that Fang Lan was still a young boy forty years ago, and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had already dominated this place at the border of the Southern Kingdom and the Xuanyuan Kingdom, recruiting children with potential from all over the place.

He and his childhood sweetheart, Zhu Qiao, were neighbors born in the same village. They were childhood sweethearts and grew up together.

After being noticed by the people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, he was taken to the Ten Thousand Poison Sect along with several children of the same age in the village and became an ordinary disciple there.

The Ten Thousand Poison Sect is as its name suggests. There are many people with evil intentions in it. It goes without saying that they are competitive and vicious. It goes without saying that where the winner is king, they naturally never care about the inferiority of old or young.

Fang Lan and Zhu Qiao, two little children, held hands, although they suffered many assassinations and vicious attacks on their way to growth.

On the one hand, it is the deliberate cultivation of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and on the other hand, it is to guard against those who want to step on him and rise to the top.

But fortunately, I grew up without any danger.

After spending so many years together day and night, Fang Lan and Zhu Qiao, two childhood sweethearts, have already developed feelings for each other.

Of course, Fang Lan needless to say, but he is a man. Although there is no inferiority between the old and the young in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the extreme pursuit of strength will distort the people inside. The idea of ​​women being superior to men is even stronger in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect than in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

It’s even worse outside.

Because the people here must use all available rights and try their best to trample those around them under their feet in order to improve themselves.

In this world, low status has become a natural tool.

In such a twisted environment, only Zhu Qiao, who grew up with Fang Lan, never cared about his identity as a man.

She would not step on him lightly, but would use her spare time to secretly give Fang Lan more homework to familiarize herself with this poison.

Speaking of this, old man Fang Lan's face briefly showed the look of a young man who had just met love for the first time, as if everything he said just happened yesterday.

Today's misfortune has never happened.

"Zhu Qiao is really one of the most talented disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. She became an entry-level disciple three years before me, and a closed disciple three years before me. The gap between us became even wider at this time.

It's getting bigger...Three years seem to be the root of everything that is insurmountable..."

Speaking of this, old man Fang Lan's eyes dimmed again, as if he was pulled back to the current hellish scene by his own memories.

He gasped, as if speaking these things had exhausted all his strength.

The gap in strength gradually turned into an insurmountable gap. If at the beginning, Fang Lan and Zhu Qiao were childhood sweethearts, then later on they became outside disciples and entry disciples.

The excitement and ignorance of youth gradually faded away, and everyone began to need to face reality, especially in a place like Ten Thousand Poison Sect, where swords, swords and shadows are all caused by evil.

Zhu Qiao obviously grew up much faster than Fang Lan, maybe because he walked faster than him, maybe because he faced higher-level human beings every day.

The gap between him and her gradually widened.

That was when Fang Lan was twenty years old. Fang Lan clearly remembered that day when she was selecting the herbs sent in by the disciples outside the sect.

This was also her third year as an entry-level disciple, but it was the first time she heard from others that Zhu Qiao was going to marry Zhao Xuan, the son of the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Even the wedding day has been decided on that colorful ninth day of September.

What an auspicious day. Everyone in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect knew that Zhu Qiao, the elder's close disciple, was going to marry the sect leader's son, Zhao Xuan. Only Fang Lan knew about it in the end.

I don’t know if Zhu Qiao deliberately told others not to tell Fang Lan, or if he was too slow to notice that his former lover had hidden so many things from him.

Just like their love, it bloomed underneath and died silently underground.

Fang Lan was surprised when she thought about it carefully. No one else in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect knew about their feelings.

Even now, he wants to go up the mountain to find Zhu Qiao to clarify this evil fate, but due to his status as an entry-level disciple and a closed-door disciple, he has no way to go to the unattainable mountain.

The emotions of pain, grievance and betrayal surged repeatedly in Fang Lan's heart. He secretly sent the carrier pigeon up the mountain, hoping that Zhu Qiao could reply to him or at least give him an explanation.

But all the messages sent to him were silenced. Fang Lan went from anger at the beginning to confusion and loss, to worry at the end. He even thought that as long as Zhu Qiao could give him a reply, no matter what the excuse was, even if it was just a simple reply.

It would be better to end their relationship.

He will also leave silently, at least he will be able to understand.

But there was nothing, all the letters were lost.

Waiting until the ninth day of September, on such a happy day, Zhao Xuan, the youngest son of the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, got married, and bright red curtains were placed on every beam of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Only Fang Lan knew that it was the wedding of her beloved.

Finally, when his disciples were worshiping, he saw Zhu Qiao standing on the three thousand steps.

Wearing a bright red wedding dress, she stood on a high position without sadness or joy and accepted the worship of everyone. Fang Lan looked at the person above who was thinking about her and was right in front of her, and really wanted to rush up to her immediately.

But in the end reason defeated emotion.

Faced with the tight security within the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, as long as your actions deviate even a little bit, guards will immediately capture you.

At this moment, Fang Lan desperately realized that perhaps he cared more about his own life than Zhu Qiao.

On such a happy day, Fang Lan watched indifferently as the person she once loved happily married someone else.

Fang Lan felt that his heart seemed to be dead, but this was just what he felt.

When the waves in his heart arose again, it was late one night half a month later, when that familiar figure re-entered his sight.

Fang Lan and Zhu Qiao looked at each other in silence for a long time, until Fang Lan reacted and struggled out of Zhu Qiao's arms, trying to drive him out.

The familiar gentle embrace made Fang Lan hesitate for a moment, but was soon replaced by goosebumps all over his body.

Why? Fang Lan himself doesn’t know.

He didn't know whether he felt physiologically disgusted because of his lover's betrayal, or because he knew that the person opposite him was already the son-in-law of the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. If there were any more entanglements, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive but die.<

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But Zhu Qiao seems to have been prepared for Fang Lan's reaction.

She was still so sweet-talking, first she told Fang Lan that she missed him, and then she used to look pitiful, saying it was all because the son of the sect leader fell in love with her at first sight and kept pestering her.

I am just a powerless person. If I refuse, I will be targeted by the sect leader and his family who are determined to retaliate.

Zhu Qiao said it so sincerely, it seemed that nothing was her fault...

That night, Fang Lan and Zhu Qiao sat there until dawn, before Zhu Qiao left.

——Maybe she really has her own reasons, Fang Lan thought.

The expected break when they met again did not happen. Fang Lan did not expect it. Instead, they continued to maintain this unclear relationship.

Most of the time when Zhu Qiao was away, Fang Lan clearly realized that this was wrong.

But that's how relationships are, sometimes you can't just break it off if you want to, at least for Fang Lan.

So every time Zhu Qiao came in the middle of the night, he would always try his best to persuade himself to be with Zhu Qiao.

This kind of painful torture did not last long. How could I walk by the river without getting my shoes wet? The more times Zhu Qiao came, she would always be suspected.

That time when Zhu Qiao came to Fang Lan's house again, the two of them were making love when they suddenly saw someone pushing the door open and entering.

What kind of scene was that? Old man Fang Lan shook his head. He still remembers the embarrassing situation at that time.
To be continued...