Fairy, things are really not what you think!

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No matter how bizarre it is, it is always difficult for people to realize that it is a big dream.

And when you really notice it, it's often when you wake up from a dream.

No matter how nostalgic you were at that time.

The dream has dispersed like clouds and foam.

Listening to the sound of children reading loudly, watching the bronze mythical beasts coming to life on the roof, walking among the towers and palaces.

There is a feeling in the dark, which is pulling Guran and guiding Guran to the 'right' direction.

She seemed to be saying...

"Come here--"

"come here."

"..."

The autumn wind is bleak, and the golden sycamore leaves fall with the wind, falling all over the ground.

When Guran stepped on those sycamore leaves, he seemed to be able to feel... the vicissitudes of life in this world, and the passing of time.

soon--

So he came to his destination.

That deep feeling leads Guran to the final place.

It is the core area of this entire jade palace, the main hall of this palace complex.

So he raised his head.

On the plaque of the palace is impressively written..."Hou Tu Huang Tian".

Therefore, he stepped up and stepped into the hall.

The hall was deep and silent, deserted and desolate, miserable.

The dim and flickering candlelight in the hall even made people feel a chill down their backs.

but--

When Guran raised his head, everything was different.

The girl in a white fur skirt was lazily leaning halfway on the throne deep in the hall.

The girl's slender white right hand held up her pretty face, her eyelashes lowered, as if she was taking a nap on the throne.

The girl on the throne has a very cute appearance.

Her silky black hair was braided into a bun at the back of her head.

A hairpin of snow-white plum blossoms is inserted obliquely in the bun.

The tiny gems falling from the end of the hairpin swayed gently with the girl's breathing.

At the same time... in the dim candlelight, the graceful body tightly wrapped in a white fur skirt undulates slightly with the girl's breathing, outlining a thrilling arc.

But the most eye-catching...maybe not the girl's holy and coquettish, holy and devil-like appearance and temperament.

Nor is it the girl's attractive figure, with a graceful figure that fluctuates slightly with her breathing.

It's a girl's feet.

The girl half leaning on the throne, her slender legs under the fur skirt overlapped beautifully.

The skin on the feet was not covered, and the soft and cute little feet were put together like this, completely exposed in front of Gu Ran.

Only the girl's ankles had two bells tied with thin silver chains.

Occasionally, accompanied by the girl's slight tiptoe movements, a clear and soul-stirring sound would be swayed in the dim hall.

Among the many girls that Guran has seen and drawn.

Only the girl in front of her, with her pair of soft and cute little feet, is enough to captivate the soul.

So he recognized her.

"Meng Ruohuan." Standing in the center of the hall, Gu Ran gently read the girl's name.

That is the character that Guran once devoted all his efforts to create.

The seemingly bohemian witch of the Qing sect is not bound by worldly etiquette, but at the same time she seems to be unexpectedly innocent.

Therefore, he thought back to his own setting for Meng Ruohuan.

A self-willed girl under her twenties.

Since he was slandered by the world as a libertine, he is not bound by the secular etiquette.

Then she would simply abandon secular etiquette.

Meng Ruohuan never wears shoes and socks.

As a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm, she has a pair of soft and cute little feet that can walk in the wind without worrying about being contaminated by mud and dirt.

And... girls' feet also look cute and tight.

It's so cute that even if girls want to step on some pervert's face, it will probably only bring them supreme satisfaction.

At the same time...if my memory serves me right.

Meng Ruohuan's weakness seems to be...

In the main hall, accompanied by Gu Ran, she read her name, like a girl who was resting on the throne, slowly propped up her body lazily.

In the dim candlelight, Meng Ruohuan's crimson eyes, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, looked down at Guran proudly.

Meng Ruohuan was born as a demon.

Even the eyes have a magnificent and symmetrical look of 'different pupils'.

Meng Ruohuan is ready to give Guran a blow.

Here is the dream she made up.

She is the supreme master of this dream.

She can cut Guran into thin slices, so that Guran can taste it with her body and soul... She dared to draw herself so beautifully... Cough, cough, what a shameful end.

never mind--

It's better not to cut it into dumplings.

Such a waste.

Meng Ruohuan's aura far surpassed that of ordinary monks in the Nascent Soul Realm, pressing towards Guran like overwhelming mountains and seas.

If it were an ordinary monk in the body-forging realm, facing such power, he would probably be crushed to the point where his heart would be broken and he would vomit blood and die.

But Meng Ruohuan still had a hand in reserve.

Here is her dream.

Even if she really killed Gu Ran, it was only one time.

For Meng Ruohuan... the existence of reason seems to have become some kind of contradictory existence at this moment.

She wished she could cut him into pieces.

But...I feel a little reluctant.

no no no-

What Meng Ruohuan meant was that she had some scruples.

After all, that was Zuo Jianxian's disciple, so it would be very troublesome to kill her.

And...for what reason...it's not a sin to die.

While Meng Ruohuan was still struggling on the throne, she suddenly heard the girl's clear footsteps coming from the hall.

"how...?"

Meng Ruohuan suddenly recovered from the entanglement, and she looked at Guran who was standing in the middle of the hall just now.

The overwhelming power of the monks in the Nascent Soul Realm didn't seem to exist for Guran.

There's no way...she's naturally stupid.

I can't feel any power, murderous aura, such complicated things.

Even the calamity clouds that Guzuo Dujie encountered at the beginning could not scare Guran away.

So I thought it was raining and it was time to go home and collect clothes.

Oh...not right.

She forgot.

At that time, she had no home in this world.

"Is this a dream?" When Meng Ruohuan appeared in front of Guran, Guran chuckled, and this thought came to his mind.

no way--

Therefore, after going up the mountain, he stayed on Yunyan Mountain for ten years.

Although she has heard about the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths in this world,... her knowledge of the Love Demon Sect is still in the books, decades ago, when the left hand held the sword freely.

In that era...Meng Ruohuan hadn't been born yet.

For Guran, Meng Ruohuan is the character she imagined.

Now that Meng Ruohuan appeared in front of her, it meant... everything right now was just a big dream.

Meng Ruohuan looked at the girl walking step by step while dripping with cold sweat.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly panicked.

"You...what's the matter with you?"

"and many more--"

"You..." Meng Ruohuan tried to manipulate Mengjing, but... at this moment, she suddenly found out in horror that Mengjing—

It seems that she is not listening to her control.

It wasn't just the dream that was out of her control.

Even Meng Ruohuan's most confident cultivation seemed to suddenly disappear and be swallowed up.

Meng Ruohuan has never been so panicked.

The dignified Nascent Soul Realm is powerful, curled up on the throne like a kitten, and its cute and soft feet are slightly curled up, bent into a cute crescent.

"Wait a moment..."

She looked at Gu Ran walking towards her step by step.

"Wait a moment!!!"

"It shouldn't be like this."

Meng Ruohuan's cute little feet kicked towards Guran, and then easily...was caught by Guran.

"Woo!!!"

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Meng Ruohuan, who had never had her feet grabbed by anyone before, almost jumped up from the throne like a spring.

"open..."

"You let go..."

"So...so..."

"Please let me go."