Ye Lingxiao raised his chin, unable to comment. Wen Ranran's hands and feet were limp, and she was supported by the maid beside her. She reluctantly smiled at the other party, and then she realized that there was actually a woman following Ye Lingxiao.
The woman smiled and looked at Yi Tian, with obvious longing in her eyes.
"Master Yi asked us to wait. When we come back this time, dad has brought good wine from the Central Plains, and he wants to get drunk with Master Yi! I just don't know... who is this?"
The woman had big eyes, crimson clothes and narrow sleeves. She looked like a heroine, but when facing Xia Lihong, she acted like a little girl. She even caught a sharp glimpse of Wen Ranran being supported by a maid.
Wen Ranran smiled and didn't intend to speak, just to see how the leader Yi in front of him introduced himself.
Sure enough, Xia Lihong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is the new saint I teach, Ming Yan."
Wen Ranran curled her lips and looked at the identity the other party had temporarily made up for her.
Ye Lingxiao on the side also looked over in surprise, obviously recognizing Wen Ranran, but he didn't say anything, just nodded towards Wen Ranran.
Wen Ranran also nodded towards the other party, pretending to be cold and cold.
After entering the mansion, Yi Tian had already arranged a place for Wen Ranran to stay, but he still found two maids who were strong and strong in martial arts to look after her.
Wen Ranran didn't care. The potency of the Zhunzhi San was already gone, but the other party mixed it with something unknown and sealed Wen Ranran's internal energy. This made her feel aggrieved.
Falling into the den of thieves, expecting that they would not dare to do anything to her, Wen Ranran took a long bath, then fell asleep lazily on the recliner, flipping through a book and reading.
"By the way, does your religion have no history?" Wen Ranran lay down like a boneless person, looked at herself being put on a white dress, and couldn't help but smile.
The silent self probably looks a bit like the legendary saint who is not stained by dust.
The two maids were obviously very taciturn and did not even look at Wen Ranran.
"Hey... By the way, I am now a fake saint. If I don't know anything about the history of your religion, wouldn't it be embarrassing to be asked by others?" Wen Ranran turned over and looked helplessly at the two elder sisters who seemed to be mute.
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Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, one of the maids finally spoke.
"You are not a fake, you are the saint of my religion! As for the book, I will have it delivered later!"
Wen Ranran: "..."
OK.
Xia Lihong seemed to be very busy all the time. Until the evening, Wen Ranran still didn't wait for him, but he waited for Ji Caixuan in advance.
Although Ji Caixuan is over seventy years old, it is not difficult to see from the other person's physical appearance that when she was young, she was also a tragically beautiful woman.
But after looking after Qingxuan's always calm young face, Wen Ranran felt that Ji Caixuan in front of her put more pressure on her.
My mother-in-law is already old, so this is probably the scene...
Ji Caixuan looked at Wen Ranran with a complicated expression, as if she could see herself when she was young through Wen Ranran.
She sat down, dismissed the two maids, and looked at Wen Ranran.
"Miss Wen, don't you have anything to say to me, an old woman?"
Wen Ranran was silent for a while, "You came to me first, which really surprised me!"
It was said to be an accident, but in fact, there was no look of surprise on Wen Ranran's face.
Ji Caixuan snorted coldly and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not surprised that Miss Wen can guess the identity of the leader, but my old lady has been in the church for so many years, and no one has ever called me by my maiden name... This name, you are
Where did it come from?”
Wen Ranran sat up, stared closely at Ji Caixuan's cloudy eyes, and softly uttered four words.