Fairy, things are really not what you think!

"Huh?" Nie Qingwan frowned, she felt that she seemed to have finally touched the key to Ran Ningyan's attack this time.

"It's because of the painting my junior sister gave me..." Ran Ningyan lowered her head, not daring to look at her master, and not daring to say...what kind of painting is that.

"After I woke up, the flower bag... was the only thing missing."

Nie Qingwan nodded thoughtfully.

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Cang Qing's abacus flew in the air.

The girl sitting cross-legged on the abacus, can't wait to go to the Binlai Pavilion, ready to see...whether there is a new version of the Guran God recently.

She saved pocket money for three months.

This time...you should be able to buy one.

She made an agreement with the little junior sister in Binlai Pavilion, she must... must keep a picture for herself.

"So lucky..."

"I actually saw Guran God himself in Zhenwu Pavilion today."

"Woooooooo..."

"Why does it feel that Guran Shen himself is more beautiful than her paintings?"

At this moment, she suddenly saw a figure standing in front of her.

Cang Qing's abacus stopped abruptly in the air.

The girl looked at the figure of the woman in front of her, and her clothes were already wet with cold sweat on her back.

Come with the wind.

The other party is... a senior from Nascent Soul Realm! ? ? ?

The senior in Nascent Soul Realm stopped him from doing anything.

She watched the woman slowly turn to look back, and then... the girl's pupils suddenly constricted.

She was stunned, her mouth opened slightly, and she even forgot to ask——

What did the senior stop him for?

The woman came on the wind.

She raised her hand, and her slender white fingertips lifted the girl's chin.

The girl just stared at her obsessively, motionless as if possessed by a demon.

"I heard..." is a magnetic voice that makes people feel haunted.

"The picture of the witch of the love sect of the God of God coming out of the bath..."

"very useful?"

The woman's fingertips lifted the girl's chin upwards, and the corners of her lips rose bit by bit.

"Ah... ah..." The enchanted girl trembled, her mouth was open but she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Dream..."

"Dream..."

She squeezed the girl's chin, lowered her eyelids, and said the name for the girl.

"Dream Ruohuan."

"..."

"Then~~~" She smiled wantonly, the sun and shadow intertwined, her smile seemed holy and demonic.

"My sister can tell me..."

"What's a good way to use it?"

part.14 Dream Ruohuan【One more】

A slender white hand pinched the girl's chin.

The Zhenwu Pavilion girl trembled, her eyes widened and she looked at the girl in front of her with a wanton smile, who looked like a saint and a demon.

She was forced to hold her chin high, revealing her slender, snow-white neck.

Consciousness is usurped.

The body is controlled.

Even the eyeballs seem to have lost the right to turn.

The girl in Zhenwu Pavilion was forced to look up at the girl who looked like a saint and a demon in front of her.

"correct--"

She looked at the girl.

"There's nothing wrong—"

"It's... a dream... Dream Ruohuan."

It was the dream sister she had talked about when she made great efforts to Amway to her friends.

Love sect demon...no——

It is Her Royal Highness the Saintess of the Hate Demon Sect.

According to the rumors, he is not bound by secular etiquette and enters the Tao with emotion. He is the second youngest monk in the Nascent Soul Realm in the world.

But... according to the outside rumors, the witch of the love sect is so unrestrained, and in the picture scroll of Guran God, there is also such a surprising innocence.

There is an inexplicable 'contrast cuteness'.

They all say "Grand Ye loves dragons".

But the girl in Zhenwu Pavilion... when Meng Ruohuan pinched her chin, her body and consciousness were only excited.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"It's Sister Meng."

"Sister Dream, who is alive."

Her eyes, which could not be blinked, were extremely dry, and tears slid down the corners of her eyes. She maintained the posture of being held.

"The real person looks...as beautiful as the picture scroll of the old God."

"only..."

"That look of frivolous contempt does not seem to be as pure as the picture scroll."

"understood--"

"A disguise, this must be a disguise."

"My sister can tell me..."

"What's a good way to use it?" Meng Ruohuan leaned over to the Zhenwu Pavilion girl.

The wanton and lazy voice is lingering.

The haunting voice that makes people feel like they will never forget it once they hear it once, makes the girl in Zhenwu Pavilion feel that her inspiration is trembling.

But...although she opened her mouth, her body was stiff, and she didn't even have the right to make a small 'ah' sound.

Meng Ruohuan stared at the girl in front of her.

She knew that there were a lot of malicious rumors and slanders against her in this world.

I also know... how unbearable some people are when they look at themselves.

but--

So excited and flushed, in the public... said to friends... 'My picture scroll is very useful——'

Still have a dream sister.

That kind of thing has never happened even in the Love Demon Sect.

When she was traveling in Jinling, she heard that in Lingyan Mansion, someone dared to draw the picture scrolls of the number one saintess of the nine heavens and ten places and the number one witch of the nine days and ten places.

And... also extremely romantic.

Meng Ruohuan, who painted that sanctimonious guy, didn't care about Fengyue Escroll, but...the painting was all on her own head. How could Meng Ruohuan, who claims to be happy and vengeful, let him go so easily.

She rushed all the way to the territory of Lingyan Mansion.

On the way, she had already figured out how to deal with that daring guy.

She must be finely cut into sausages, let her see and experience, and use her body to taste and taste, Meng Ruohuan——

Why is it the most famous witch in the nine heavens and ten places.

"what--"

A soft and lazy voice.

The warm breath brushed against the Zhenwu Pavilion girl's ears.

Meng Ruohuan looked at the Zhenwu Pavilion girl in front of her, her eyes suddenly opened wide, and her pupils lost focus.

Afterwards, the girl's waist also tried hard to arch up, and finally collapsed feebly.

That was Meng Ruohuan's unique skill.

The art of dream making.

Her reputation is so infamous, and it is inseparable from this dream-making technique.

That is the magic power taken from the inner demons and nightmares.

If Meng Ruohuan is in a good mood, it will only create a beautiful dream for the subject that infinitely magnifies the desire in the heart.

For the other party, it may just be an infinitely beautiful and beautiful dream.

When I wake up from the dream, I will only leave a bit of regret and gratitude.

like a day ago—

Meng Ruohuan's technique on Ran Ningyan.

In the dream of dyeing the condensed smoke, there is only a girl who draws with a brush, but the canvas... seems to be herself.

Can--

If Meng Ruohuan is in a bad mood.

It is equivalent to planting a demon seed in the other person's heart.

Although such seeds cannot directly kill people,... for practitioners, sometimes it is more uncomfortable than letting them die directly.

There are always some sanctimonious guys who show their ugly appearance under this dream-making technique.

The former junior sister, the object of admiration, even... the master, has become the object they are trying to tear apart in their dreams.

After waking up from the dream, she looked at the Emotion Sect Witch who was laughing and mocking in front of her.

Those angry and incompetent guys will always try to put all kinds of stigma on her.

pity--

They generally don't live very long.

Meng Ruohuan looked at the trembling girl with arched waist at her feet, and the Lingbao driving the Zhenwu Pavilion girl slowly fell to the ground.

She held down the girl's hand and rubbed it a few times in several places on the girl's body that were convenient for storing space-type spiritual treasures.

soon--

She found the Xuanshi ring where the Zhenwu Pavilion girl kept her pocket money.

Generally speaking, spiritual treasures of practitioners have restrictions.

Non-owners are not allowed to open it.