Fairy, things are really not what you think!

What's more...so she was originally 'full control'.

As long as it is good-looking, she likes it.

That dream was too real.

So much so that Guran, who just seemed to be doing whatever he wanted in a dream, now seems to be inspired again, vigorously.

Even in terms of Gu Ran's painting experience and creative career, Meng Ruohuan's little feet are the cutest, most perfect, and most attractive.

Meng Ruohuan in the dream is even more lovable than the picture scrolls that Guran once created.

In the dream... Meng Ruohuan's slender and delicate body was lying on the huge dark and icy throne, the huge throne and the pure white girl formed a stark contrast.

After Meng Ruohuan was caught by her feet, she whispered and begged for mercy, which made Guran feel a little in a trance even now.

"If... like?"

Looking at the little junior sister who was swollen in front of her, while feeling her cheeks heating up, her breathing also seemed to be a little difficult due to the lingering dream.

How should I explain it to my junior sister?

While I was distressed...I don't know if it was a random misunderstanding. In my room, in addition to the fragrance belonging to myself and my junior sister, I could vaguely smell the scent belonging to the third girl.

That kind of elegant and pleasant fragrance, clear but not turbid, like the orchid in the empty valley... Gu Ran's face was strange, no matter how he smelled it, it was like the fragrance of Meng Ruohuan in his dream just now.

In front of Gu Ran, Gu Suxiao wrinkled her little nose cutely.

The girl's cheeks were almost so aggrieved that they bulged into the shape of a pufferfish.

That's right! ! !

The room smells like other women! ! !

Gu Suxiao's eyes were full of tears, she was just cooking, why did it seem like a little fox appeared next to her senior sister.

but--

Therefore, Su Xiao can also be affirmed.

When cooking by oneself, absolutely no outsider has stepped into the Taixuan Pavilion.

So... which little fox gave the senior sister a gift.

Author: 813979(16)

Seeing Gu Suxiao's cute look about to explode, Gu Ran stepped forward and grabbed Gu Suxiao's hand holding the spatula.

no way--

The little junior sister wearing an apron and holding a spatula looks a little too scary.

The little junior sister who was born as a sword spirit can carry a sword with the momentum even if she is holding a spatula when she is full of anger.

Coupled with the aggrieved look of the little junior sister who was jealous.

It will always give Guran the illusion that the little junior sister seems to have just come out of the studio of sister Cheng next door.

Guran grabs Gu Suxiao's hand.

Gently took the spatula from Gu Suxiao's hand.

Only in front of Guran was the girl's hand holding the sword powerless.

Gu Ran put the spatula on the desk, and held Gu Suxiao's hand with intertwined fingers.

The mental pressure brought to people by the little junior sister carrying the spatula is really too great.

Is this the power of a real Nascent Soul cultivator?

It is much stronger than Meng Ruohuan in the dream, who is as bright as a female imp, shaking her little feet and ringing a bell to seduce people.

Under the Yunyan Mountain——

Meng Ruohuan, who had just recovered a little bit, lay on the cold bluestone, in order to silence the sound, even half-opened her mouth regardless of her image, repeated rapid breathing, and transformed that pitiful cry into a silent exhalation ...

"Hello!!!" Suddenly he sneezed loudly.

"Have you caught a cold?"

The girl shrank her feet cutely.

Holding Meng Ruohuan, whose legs were pitifully curled up into a ball, her knees were tightly pressed together.

Even after she was out of the dream, the girl's toes still looked pitifully tight with spasms.

Meng Ruohuan hugged her knees.

The girl's satin-like long hair flowed over the waistline like water and scattered on the bluestone.

She bit her lip angrily, that strange feeling still flowed in her body, but... she looked towards the direction of Taixuan Pavilion in Yunyan Mountain.

"So..."

"That's why!!!"

"My lady is absolutely, absolutely will not let you go!"

Meng Ruohuan clenched her fists.

The dark red to almost black demonic energy was like smoke in the girl's fingers.

Meng Ruohuan's little face turned pale again.

She looked inside Zi Mansion... There was no spiritual energy in Zi Mansion. At this moment, it seemed that she didn't even have the spiritual energy to walk on the wind.

Squeezed to the brim by...

No more, not a drop.

But how is it possible——

The "dream-making method" was so strained that it should not be the spiritual energy, but the power of the soul.

Thinking of the power of the soul, Meng Ruohuan's face turned as pale as snow again.

Soul power and spiritual energy are different.The spiritual energy can be restored after a few days of rest, but the power of the soul... once it is overworked, it will affect the future of the practitioner, and it is difficult to make up for it.

It is said... this is the master of Yunyan Mountain.

Master Tianyu left because he was severely injured to the soul during the tribulation, so there was no possibility of breaking through.

However, this is just a rumor.

After all, Master Yu’s sword training was so profound that day.

What kind of lightning can hurt her soul.

It's just... Meng Ruohuan closed her eyes to perceive her own spirit, her expression froze again.

She opened her eyes in disbelief, rubbed her eyes cutely with her little hands, and closed them again.

Knowledge of the sea——

The power of the soul is so full that it is about to overflow.

She was trembling... even thinking that she had done something to Guran to use the power of the soul.

But... when I sneaked into the master's dream, I didn't 'take' so much soul power.

Also, because she is a 'little cutie' who is in the body training state, when it comes to Meng Ruohuan, she is gnashing her teeth for a while, so how can she squeeze out so much soul power.

Just then-

Meng Ruohuan suddenly noticed that the spiritual consciousness of a monk in the realm of gods was sweeping across the mountains and fields.

That extremely yin and cold atmosphere... made Meng Ruohuan think of someone.

Unable to ride the wind away, Meng Ruohuan could only step on the jagged rocks with her tender feet.

With tears in her eyes, the girl huddled up behind the bluestone, used up her last bit of spiritual energy to take out a hidden charm from Lingbao Jade Perry, and stuck it on her forehead.

"So..."

"That's why!!!"

The angry girl folded the grass branches.

In my heart, I have carefully cut Guran into scorpions.

On Yunyan Mountain, Gu Ran intertwined her fingers to hold Gu Suxiao's little hand. She hugged Gu Suxiao and let Gu Suxiao sit between her legs, on the seat.

She tried to confess to Gu Suxiao and be lenient.

'Ruohuan'...is just a character I once drew.

In my dream, I was suddenly inspired, and I thought of Meng Ruohuan, and I was just about to draw a few more pictures.

Gu Suxiao's expression suddenly became very strange.

Senior sister doesn't know about Meng Ruohuan, but... Gu Suxiao does.

It turns out... the senior sister always thought that 'Meng Ruohuan' was just a character in a dream?

No wonder... no wonder the senior sister has always been so bold.

He even dared to draw a picture scroll of the little princess of the Hateful Demon Sect.

"Senior sister..." Gu Suxiao was about to say something to warn Gu Ran. It's better not to paint Meng Ruohuan's picture scrolls in the future. Even if you paint them... don't sell them again.

At this moment, she suddenly saw her senior sister frowning.

"someone is coming."

Someone stepped into the range of Yunyan Mountain.

It touched the magic circle left by the master.

The person who came was... Guran closed his eyes and tried to perceive the identity of the other party.

Between the misty clouds——

A pair of lingering and lazy bright red eyes were raised, looking back at Gu Ran, the corners of the woman's lips were raised, and there was a charming and dangerous smile between her eyebrows and eyes.

Zhenwu Pavilion... Pavilion Master.

part.21 It is obvious to the elderly that you are not allowed to give out sweets [Second update]

Looking at the corners of the woman's lips raised in the misty clouds, I realized that the other party had already noticed my gaze.

That is also a very normal thing.

The dignified master of the Zhenwu Pavilion, one of the most ruthless figures among the 12 masters of the Lingyan Mansion, would find it strange that he could not notice his gaze.

"Nie Qingwan!?" Gu Suxiao, whose body was about to melt in the arms of her senior sister, suddenly stood up straight after listening to Gu Ran's words.

The girl tiptoed and stepped on the ground, trying to sit up from Guran's lap.

So Suxiao looked out of the window, the sun did not know when it had set.

Stars rise from the mountains, and a bright crescent moon hangs slantingly in the night sky.

Before Gu Suxiao saw that Guran was sleeping too soundly at the desk, she was reluctant to wake up her senior sister, until the senior sister began to show a strange smile and shouted something like Ruohuan, Gu Suxiao She couldn't control her emotions.

With a clang, the spatula fell to the ground, awakening Gu Ran from his dream.

"What's that guy doing here at this hour?" Gu Suxiao stood up holding Guran's arm, her expression looked a little confused.

The majestic Zhenwu Pavilion Master, it's already the time of the willows, what are you doing in Yunyan Mountain?

Gu Suxiao reluctantly looked at the senior sister who got up with her.

Sister... It took me a long time to hug myself on my lap.

"I don't know -" Gu Ran shook his head slightly, "But I'd better go and greet him."

Therefore, there is already a faint guess in my heart.

Probably... it has something to do with Sister Ran.

Pavilion Master Nie, did you find any clues related to Senior Sister Ran's attack?

Guran took Gu Suxiao's hand, and the two came to Dingjianping in front of Taixuan Pavilion.

Not long after, Nie Qingwan's plump and glamorous figure appeared in Gu Ran and Gu Suxiao's sight amidst the clouds and smoke in the night.

The black flying sword stepped through the sky.

Even for monks in the realm of divine transformation, there is still a big gap between the speed of flying with a magic weapon and the speed of flying without a magic weapon.