Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 370 Xue Lan's Guess

"Don't forget what your sister told you!"

As the peach blossom spirit, reeking of alcohol, left the tavern, she whispered something in Xue Lan's ear.

Xue Lan nodded slowly, her eyebrows and eyes gentle, looking very obedient:

"I've got it! I've got it!"

After the peach blossom fairy vanished in a light rain of petals in front of the tavern, Xue Tong cautiously approached Xue Lan and spoke:

"I've discovered that you're really quite likable in the demon race!"

Upon hearing this, Lord Wolf's eyes curved slightly, and he looked very happy.

The woman turned and walked towards Yan Chengxue and the others, her tone revealing an undisguised smile:

"Something unusual must be going on. What do you want to ask?"

Xue Tong no longer cared about being considered a seductive woman. The girl rushed forward and grabbed Xue Lan's sleeve.

What did she say to you?

The girl's eyes were full of worry: "You look like you're in a bad mood."

Xue Lan dragged Xue Tong along behind her as they walked forward:

"It's not that I'm in a bad mood, I'm just a little surprised."

"What are you surprised about?" Wu Yijun asked first, and Xue Lan felt several burning gazes fall on her.

Even Ling Shisan, who had been perched on Yan Chengxue's shoulder, wobbled and flew onto Xue Lan's shoulder.

The robin puffed out its fluffy chest, which probably meant:

Order Thirteen: Speak up, and I'll reluctantly let you touch me a couple of times if you confess properly.

Xue Lan grabbed the tie of Xue Tong's dress with her other hand, her voice filled with uncontrollable helplessness and laughter.

"Was this your idea?"

"You can even use the lure of a crowing bird? What do you take me for?"

Xue Tong looked at Xue Lan, a slight smile playing on her lips, revealing an adorable little tiger tooth:

"People I know..."

"That's right, Senior Tao He invited me to meet her colleagues tonight."

A quarter of an hour later, Xue Lan buried one of her hands completely in the soft chest hair of Ling Shisanfeng and said everything that should and shouldn't be said.

The expressions on the faces of those around her turned cold. Yan Chengxue looked at the person intently playing with the bird and spoke:

"Are you really going to listen to her and go to the meeting alone?"

Xue Lan shrugged at the group: "My sister sincerely invited me to go and broaden my horizons, so I can't just refuse, can I?"

"Xue Lan has always been straightforward in her actions."

"Xue Lan, you should know that although the human and demon races in the lower realm have always lived in harmony, there have been conflicts over the past ten thousand years."

As Wu Yijun's solemn voice echoed in her mind, Xue Lan nodded gently.

"I know that there are wars and conflicts between cities in human kingdoms, so it doesn't make sense that the human and demon races are as close as one person."

"Then don't go!" Xue Tong finally said.

"Your biggest task now is to see the Heavenly Green Willow and resolve the destructive aura within your body."

After Xue Tong finished speaking, she noticed that the person who usually liked to chime in was silent, so she looked up at Xue Lan.

Xue Lan rested her chin on one hand, her gray-white eyes looking at him, a faint sense of pride and joy on her face.

The girl spoke softly, "What are you doing?"

Xue Lan revealed a deeply moved expression: "My Xiao Tong has grown up so much, now I can finally let go... Ah!"

His next words were interrupted again by Xue Tong's elbow strike.

The girl had a strange smile on her face.

"I'll give you one more chance. Speak properly."

Xue Lan shivered, thinking to herself how this child was gradually becoming more and more like a poet.

It's really quite frightening.

The woman's voice carried a hint of arrogance:

"I have a bold guess now."

Yan Chengxue quickly waved her hand to interrupt Xue Lan: "Wait a minute."

Xue Lan had no choice but to shut up and see what Yan Chengxue was up to.

The young man, whose hair was adorned with a red peony, poured himself a cup of wine, held it to his chest with both hands:

"Okay, you can talk now."

Xue Lan was puzzled: "What are you doing? Do you think drinking alcohol can drive away the evil spirits I brought?"

Yan Chengxue spoke in a simple and unadorned manner:

"Your words are terrifying. I need to calm down."

Everyone around them started pouring themselves drinks.

A few breaths later, Xue Lan addressed the five people in front of her, each holding a wine glass:

"I suspect there is a disagreement among the flower envoys in Yandu."

Yan Chengxue's relatively calm expression cracked in an instant, like a piece of parched land.

The young man took a sip of the wine in his hand.

"Xue Lan, do you know what this means?"

"The internal strife within the demon race is utterly tragic," Wu Yijun said from the side, his tone cold and heavy.

"Seven hundred years ago, the Phoenix Clan of Yandu was in turmoil. More than one phoenix died at that time. In the end, it was only through the intervention of the Feather Clan of the Upper Realm that the problem was resolved."

"If what you say is true, and the Flower Tree Envoys of Yandu are divided into factions, then our arrival here has been like jumping into a quagmire."

Xue Lan felt the atmosphere around her suddenly become so heavy that she couldn't keep up, and with an awkward smile, she spoke:

"It's just a suspicion..."

Lu Feng, who had been silent all along, spoke up, his voice somewhat hoarse:

"What you said about your suspicions is probably true."

Xue Lan glanced at the people around her, then at her own stiff expression, and couldn't help but complain:

"Look what you've done to the kids, they're all scholars of the Lan family now."

Xue Lan has a good attitude: "I don't care, I'll deal with things I don't understand by making myself likable."

Xue Tong: Can't it be that you're good at causing trouble and making people hate you?

The woman, hands clasped behind her back, gave a docile smile: "I know you're worried..."

"But I still plan to give it a try."

Wu Yijun lazily raised his eyelids, his beautiful eyes filled with helplessness.

"We should bring Shishi along."

Xue Lan's hair stood on end: "The Holy Maiden is so busy, let's not go."

Wu Yijun said "Oh": "So you're determined to get involved in this mess?"

Xue Lan tilted his head slightly, his eyes revealing a carefree, youthful spirit.

"Jun Jun, how will we know if this is muddy water if we don't go and see for ourselves?"

Wu Yijun sighed, then felt relieved.

The woman took out a black bead from her sleeve, dripped a drop of her own blood onto it, and then handed it to Xue Lan.

"Since you're going alone, bring Qingluo Puppet Mother with you."

Xue Lan was flattered and overwhelmed, carefully accepting the bead, deeply moved:

"Junjun, I love you so much!"

"I wonder about the other fellow cultivators..."

Xue Lan looked at Yan Chengxue with a malicious smile on her face.

Yan Chengxue: Oh no, they're locusts!