Dedicated to selling swords, the master of metaphysics, she is crazy

Chapter 81
Wen Lan couldn't figure it out.

In the past, Su Jinyan was so righteous and upright, until Su Nuan appeared, Su Jinyan seemed to be madly targeting Su Nuan!
"Shut up, you are still injured, go home and recuperate." Su Jinyan seemed to have been punctured, with a sullen expression on his face.

Wen Lan didn't want to leave, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "If it was Su Jiaojiao who was hunted down by the blood spirit, would you still be as calm as you are now? Since you don't care, then I will go to the evil senior and ask the old dean !"

Senior Xie is a Tier [-] monk, and the old dean's cultivation is still there. If the two can make a move, they may be able to rescue Su Nuan.

Wen Lan turned around to leave, but Su Jinyan grabbed her wrist tightly.

Su Jinyan didn't let her leave, and looked condescendingly, almost coldly: "Senior Xie has been practicing in seclusion these days, so don't disturb him. The old director was seriously injured, and the doctor didn't allow him to leave the hospital. Xiaolan, Su Nuan, she has no way out , you give up."

Wen Lan stared at Su Jinyan in a daze, as if looking at a stranger.

Su Jinyan avoided her sharp eyes, turned and left.

Wen Lan stood there blankly for a moment, then suddenly picked up her sword and left Nancheng Xuan Academy, she had to save Su Nuan, even if she was weak
The light rain never stopped, Wen Lan rushed to the school gate, and a car was parked by the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Wen Sang, who was wearing a white dress, got out of the car holding an umbrella.Then, Wen's father and Wen's mother also got out of the car.

Wen Sang held a small white umbrella, smiling cutely: "Sister! Brother-in-law, is he busy today? I want to have lunch with him."

Mother Wen saw that Wen Lan didn't hold an umbrella and was still drenched in the rain, so she quickly covered Wen Lan's head with the umbrella, and scolded her in a somewhat stern tone: "The doctor said you are critically ill, but I think you are in good health, and you don't sleep on rainy days. Umbrella."

Wen Lan squeezed the sword in her hand, forced a smile: "Mom and Dad, why are you here?"

Mother Wen smiled and said, "Sangsang was discharged from the hospital. She wanted to come to see you and Jin Yan at school. Your father and I couldn't hold her back, so we brought Sangsang here."

The drizzle was blowing, and it was cool on the arms.

Wen Lan saw Wen Sang in a little white dress with exquisite makeup. She had obviously been well-dressed, as beautiful as a jasmine blooming in the rain.

Of course, this dress is not for Wen Lan, but for Su Jinyan.

Wen Lan has already seen clearly Wen Sang's little thought about Su Jinyan.

In the past, Wen Lan would be angry, sad, and puzzled. But now, it seems that many things have been overlooked, just like the drizzle falling into the big river, it can no longer stir up waves in her heart.

"Su Jinyan is in the guard's office, go find him." Wen Lan squeezed the saber tightly in her hand, "I still have some work to do."

Father Wen frowned, and his tone flashed with displeasure: "It's rare for Mom and Dad to come to see you at school. You don't accompany us to visit the campus, and you still run around?"

Mother Wen hurriedly took her husband's hand: "Why are you so angry, Xiaolan is a monk, of course she is very busy, let's not disturb Xiaolan's work."

Even though Father Wen was dissatisfied, he didn't express it.

At this time, Su Jiaojiao was driving a white car and parked at the school gate. Seeing Wen Lan, Su Jiaojiao hurriedly got out of the car: "Sister-in-law! Are you going to save Su Nuan? Let's go together!"

Su Jiaojiao was very anxious.

In the entire Nancheng Xuan Academy, no monk was willing to come forward to save Su Nuan.After much deliberation, Su Jiaojiao thought that only Wen Lan would help, so she came to Wen Lan specifically.

"Hey, why are you here, Wen Sang?" Su Jiaojiao couldn't help frowning when she saw the exquisitely dressed Wen Sang.

How could this Wen Sang look like a sickly little girl, dressed like this, those who didn't know thought she was hooking up with someone.

In the entertainment industry for many years, Su Jiaojiao has seen too many people like Wen Sang.

"Sister Jiaojiao, I came to school to find my sister and brother-in-law. A newly opened restaurant in the south of the city tastes very good, I think my brother-in-law will like it very much." Wen Sang explained with a smile, eyebrows and eyes curved.

Su Jiaojiao's face fell.

Su Jiaojiao looked Wen Sang up and down, her tone concealed a bit of teasing: "Wen Sang, you dress up very nicely, my brother will definitely like it very much. But you have to understand, my brother belongs to my sister-in-law, not yours."

Wen Sang's pretty face turned pale, her eyes flashed a little flustered, and her eye circles were flushed: "I didn't mean that."

As he spoke, Wen Sang's tears fell one by one, looking extremely aggrieved.

Seeing this, Wen's father and Wen's mother hurried forward to comfort him.

"Sangsang, don't cry. The doctor said you are not in good health, so don't get too excited." When Mother Wen saw her daughter crying, her heart felt like a pinprick.

Father Wen frowned and reminded Su Jiaojiao: "Miss Su, my Sangsang has always been weak, even if you don't like her, you can't openly—"

Su Jiaojiao was still worried about Su Nuan in her heart, and she didn't want to argue with Father Wen. She said irritably, "Did the doctor say that you should not wear makeup every day if you are not in good health. Wen Sang is in poor health, and the lipstick, blush, and foundation on her face There is no shortage of liquid! She is in poor health, but I think she is in good health."

There was no time to chat with this family today, so Su Jiaojiao took Wen Lan's hand and quickly got into the car to head towards Xinghua Village.

The white car quickly disappeared into the vast rain and fog.

Wen Sang's tears became more violent.

Father Wen pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable: "This Su Jiaojiao is really uneducated. The same is true for Xiaolan. When others slander her own sister in public, she is actually indifferent."

In a few words, his favorability towards Wen Lan dropped a little.

The white car drove fast.

Su Jiaojiao got into the car, and she was still muttering: "Sister-in-law, your sister is a bit scheming. I used to suspect that she deliberately approached my elder brother, and every time she saw my elder brother, she would deliberately rush towards him--sister-in-law, you Why are you vomiting blood!"

Su Jiaojiao was terrified.

Wen Lan was sitting next to her. At this moment, her slender hands were tightly covering her heart, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.Su Jiaojiao quickly took out a tissue and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She was afraid and worried: "Sister-in-law, I heard that you still have old injuries on your body. Are you still not healed? How about I take you to the hospital first!"

Wen Lan shook her head: "No need, a little injury, don't delay saving Su Nuan."

She is very aware of her injuries.

The disease is terminally ill, and there is no cure.

Wen Lan gradually looked away, anyway, no one in the Wen family cared whether she was dead or alive.Parents only have Wen Sang in their eyes, and her fiancé only has career in their eyes. Wen Lan really feels that she is very tired.

Just die.

Before you die, you can do something more meaningful.

Su Nuan once gave her a little warmth, for this little warmth, Wen Lan would pay the price of her life.

"But you vomited blood." Su Jiaojiao frowned, always feeling a little depressed in Wen Lan.She is obviously a young and promising female monk, why does she have such a dying look?
Wen Lan managed to pull herself together: "It's just an old injury, nothing serious. By the way, let's go to the back garden to find Senior Xie for help. He likes Su Nuan very much, and he might be willing to help."

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