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!!!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAN ZHAN !!! 23.01 // @reveredzither​

❝蓝湛啊~ 听说近日是咋们蓝二公子的生辰。❞   

魏无羡从来不会在蓝忘机的面前把自己当作客人，直径就爬上了静室的窗口，眼睛笑眯眯的望着坐在里边的蓝忘机。  

❝我说啊，你平时朋友没几个，而你生辰，当我与聂兄他们说的时候，各自都莫名其妙的问我怎么知道。你说奇不奇怪？❞  

说罢他就拿起了一个玉兔。是玉石雕刻出来的兔子。  

❝这个。。。我魏无羡做的！送给你。你知道嫦娥也是有个玉兔陪得吗？啊啊啊啊不不不不，我不是说你孤单，所以送你个玉兔。其实我是看到你们云深不知处有好多好多的兔子才把它想出来的！你要不要哦？不要的话，我就送给别人，那时候你别埋怨我啊。❞

他眼睛笑眯眯的，没有半点是在意。但是从那兔子看来，要是魏无羡的手工强，要是他真的很有细心的雕刻的。

半刻之后，他又说，❝蓝湛啊，祝你十六岁生日快乐，愿你与我交个朋友。❞

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The moment he first heard the familiar sound of a guqin, a confirmation of the one Senior of those little Lans that he had hoped wouldn’t be the one to come, Wei Wuxian turned to run.

He had done what he needed to do, marks healed now that all the targets were dead, and the Lan Juniors were safe. He, on the other hand, was not. It wasn’t just that three corpses had been fighting with that left hand, something that was not a betrayal in itself, but enough of a clue.

It also was because he still felt off, darkness coiled in his body despite his conscious release of the resentful energy he had used. But, no, Wei Wuxian knew: this was different. This was deeper, darker, full of emotions and if he dared to say it, it felt more ancient.

There was something in him that was had not been within Mo Xuanyu’s before, that followed Wei Wuxian’s soul, similar yet different to resentful energy and yin energy.

If Lan Zhan were to see him, to feel him... At the very least, he would know he was facing a demonic cultivator.

So, despite the part of his heart that wished to catch a second glance at Lan Zhan, he had forced himself to turn and leave in the shadows of the bulldings. Or, at least, that had been the plan.

Except, he barely made a few steps before the darkness in his body grew, a sharp twist that felt like heat under his skin, blurring his sight and making him stumble and collide with the wall. In the next moment, a violent pain pulsing like a squeeze around his forehead, a mean headache that made a gasp leave his lips and the instinctive need to press his hand against his face.

Wei Wuxian could not move, though at least he was still upright, one arm against the wall and the other used to keep some pression on his temple. He had to force his breathing to relax, both due to the pain, and because he really needed to make this dark energy behave in some manner.

He knew it would not help, not when he could pick the bright, familiar energy that had gotten closer, not when he knew his own body radiated dark energy, but the dark feeling in his chest had turned more alert toward Lan Zhan and this would not do.

I don’t care what you are, Lan Zhan is not someone you will hurt.