Fairy, things are really not what you think!

The silver bell tied to the girl's ankle swayed, echoing in the empty and dark hall.

That was the magic weapon on Meng Ruohuan.

During the battle, accompanied by the girl's light and graceful steps, the soul-stirring ringtones and Meng Ruohuan's lovely appearance, the soft and lovely feet are enough to make any monk with strong concentration dazzle, and then Meng Ruohuan easily knocks her down. kill.

But... Dang Meng Ruohuan seems to have lost her cultivation.

The soul-stirring silver bell also seemed to have lost its effect.

It seems that the only remaining function... is to add a bit of girl's cuteness to Meng Ruohuan.

The bells tied around the ankles, like the collars tied around the neck that occasionally appear in picture scrolls, have a restrained and uncomfortable sense of shame.

Great.

Meng Ruohuan was grabbed by Guran by one foot.

As the reason is approaching, Meng Ruohuan is gradually forced to... the whole person seems to be slowly lying on the throne.

Most of the girl's body lost its support, and her soft and slender waist hung in the air.

That is to say, girls who are less than [-] years old have good body flexibility. If it were a different person...the whole person would collapse at this time.

Meng Ruohuan's left foot was grabbed by Guran.

The girl's beautiful eyes, which were crimson like butterflies, were watery and misty at the moment, as if she was about to be bullied to the point of crying.

She hates the little princess of the Demon Sect.

A 19-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator.

When have you ever been wronged like this.

But...but...

Meng Ruohuan looked at it.

In the dream world, a girl in a plain skirt shines like a 'fairy'.

But the 'fairy'...probably wouldn't bully people like that, wouldn't come so close.

Meng Ruohuan tried to struggle.

The girl's little feet, which were not caught by reason, circled in the air like oars.

The silver bell tied to Meng Ruohuan's ankle swayed, and the crisp sound of the bell echoed in the empty hall.

After realizing that her struggle was meaningless, Meng Ruohuan stopped moving.

Only the toes of the little toe held by Guran were left curled up, and the other foot hanging in the air trembled slightly, and the sensitive bell shook slightly, colliding with each other.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the girl tightly pressed her lips together.

The girl held captive on the throne remained motionless like a delicate statue.

Meng Ruohuan's slender eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and she could feel... Guran was watching her.

Therefore, the eyes that stare at oneself are like the essence.

It's... so close.

Meng Ruohuan flickered.

The soft fragrance belonging to the girl in front of him has already hit his nose.

"Guran——" Meng Ruohuan gently called Guran's name.

The girl's face was slightly stained with bright red, and her face was as bright as a delicate flower. She was already right in front of Gu Ran's eyes.

It sounded like she was being coquettish, or begging for mercy.

So I didn't let go.

Now that I already know that this is a dream, why bother to restrain myself too much.

The experience of these two days, the dream of these two days...had tortured her a lot.

In fact, I don't understand why I dreamed of Meng Ruohuan in my dream.

She hadn't dreamed of Meng Ruohuan for a long time.

Maybe it's been a long time since I painted Meng Ruohuan.

The protagonist of today's big dream will be Meng Ruohuan, so it is not very understandable.

According to the truth...you think about it every day, and you dream about it at night.

Shouldn't the protagonist in my dream be the more dangerous and taboo but also glamorous Master Zhenwu Pavilion, or Senior Sister Ran who is as cold as a fairy but unexpectedly easy to handle?

No matter how bad it is...it should be the junior sister who lives with him day and night.

I...why did I suddenly dream of Meng Ruohuan?

Therefore, I can only point the finger at the fanatical fan I met in Zhenwu Pavilion today.

In the past few days, Gu Ran seems to have only heard the names of 'Love Sect Witch' and 'Sister Meng' from that girl.

Thinking about it this way is also——

In his heart, Gu Ran was still very satisfied with the image of Meng Ruohuan he had 'created'.

She seems to be a bohemian and uninhibited person, but in reality she is a witch who is easy to bully.

Always wears no socks and likes to wear bells around her ankles.

No matter what you do, the bell will keep ringing and ringing.

No matter how you think about it, it is an absolutely top-notch attribute.

I...in this special season, it seems normal to dream of Meng Ruohuan.

"So..."

"That's why you let me go, okay?"

Meng Ruohuan begged Guran for mercy in a low voice.

She couldn't understand -

Also feel panic.

Why did this dream escape from my control?

The last time I encountered such a similar situation was Meng Ruohuan's daring attempt to get into the master's dream.

And Meng Ruohuan's master... the suzerain of the Hateful Demon Sect, has already attained the Ninth Heaven Crossing Tribulation Realm.

You are only one step away from logging into Mahayana.

Even so, Meng Ruohuan didn't seem so powerless in the master's dream.

Lost the cultivation base on which to survive.

Like an ordinary girl who is delicate and frail, she is at the mercy of others.

turn out to be--

Is this how those mortals feel?

"I..."

"I know I was wrong..." Meng Ruohuan almost muttered, begging for mercy from Gu Ran.

Therefore... this heinous person! ! !

He actually fiddled with the feathers on the girl's most sensitive feet.

He has obviously lost his cultivation level.

But for some reason, Meng Ruohuan felt that the senses on the soles of her feet seemed to be more acute.

Whimpering, his tongue was trembling and he couldn't make a sound smoothly.

It seems that as long as he relaxes a little bit, he will cry out directly.

It has nothing to do with Meng Ruohuan's own will.

Therefore, as long as the hand holding the girl's feet lightly brushes the feathers a few times, Meng Ruohuan's whole body will struggle like a cramp.

Jingle bell--

The sound of the bell tied to Meng Ruohuan's ankle echoed in the empty hall.

The girl's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of the hall.

The mouth was slightly open, but no sound came out.

If he could make a struggling sound, he might be able to release some emotions.

But...Meng Ruohuan could only clench her toes, letting her maliciously scratch the soles of her feet with her feathers.

This is not her dream.

If it was her dream...she could force herself to wake up from the dream and get rid of it all.

Even if it would strain the mind and soul, Meng Ruohuan didn't care anymore.

But... this is not her dream.

This is a dream of reason.

After losing control of the dream.

Meng Ruohuan doesn't have the right to end it voluntarily.

Suddenly, Meng Ruohuan seemed to realize something, but soon——

That meager consciousness was completely shattered in front of the terribly tickling feeling in the heart of the foot.

In Guran's eyes, the girl lying there had an appearance that happened to suit her liking.

In other words-

It just has enough value to be bullied.

"Ha..." Like a sea fish thrown on land.

Meng Ruohuan gulps down the air.

She wanted to ask for forgiveness, but couldn't open it.

"Help..."

"J..."

"Whatever..."

"Help..."

boom--

The whole dream suddenly shattered.

Meng Ruohuan's eyes widened, and she sat up in panic amid heavy restraints.

the other side--

On Yunyan Mountain, in Guran's boudoir.

Also sitting up in shock, Guran couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, looking puzzled at the little junior sister in front of him who looked like he was about to explode with anger.

"Xiao Xiao?" Gu Ran looked at Gu Suxiao.

The puffy-cheeked Gu Suxiao was wearing an apron and carrying a spatula.

"Senior Sister..."

"Who is Ruohuan?"

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Suddenly woke up from the dream.

The touch of Meng Ruohuan's slender and soft little feet in the dream still seemed to linger on Gu Ran's fingertips.

So I have to admit.

The cuteness of Meng Ruohuan is enough to turn any ordinary person into a foot control.