Fairy, things are really not what you think!

In the Demon Sect of Love, she is coaxed like a moon by everyone's hearts, a little princess who is afraid of melting in her mouth and afraid of being lost in her hands.

He even stole the phantom skirt of the Sovereign while the Sovereign was taking a bath.

He was just held on his lap and given a spanking.

Before encountering Guran, the girl encountered the biggest setback in her life, that is, she stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm one year later than the Xuanwei Saintess of Dongxu Saint Mansion.

But...but...

The body fell, and Meng Ruohuan's pair of bright red butterfly-wing eyes, which represented the identity of the girl's demon species, also lost their disguise.

The tears look like butterflies lying on the petals in the morning, full of tears.

The next second—

The girl collapsed...completely fell...tears seemed to flow like a fountain, and finally overflowed.

After the opponent's broken mind was easily broken by the other party, the heart was quickly cooled in that kind of shattering.

The bright red eyes full of tears lost their luster in an instant, his hands trembled, and the branches that were broken by accident also fell from his palms.

"Does it make sense?"

"My own struggle..."

"Does it make sense?"

Just obey the other person's will.

Just like in a dream, close your eyes and wait quietly for everything to pass.

boom--

Broken branches fell.

But... Meng Ruohuan did not fall directly to the ground as she thought.

On the contrary—

She fell into the girl's arms.

Therefore, when she was holding Meng Ruohuan, the girl's body was so soft that it seemed like she could easily hold her in her arms with one hand.

Meng Ruohuan's trembling hands rested on Guran's arm.

The girl's embrace was softer and warmer than Meng Ruohuan imagined.

There seems to be a faint herbal smell under the clothes.

Probably injured yesterday.

Subconsciously...Meng Ruohuan didn't dare to touch the place where Guran was injured yesterday.

The hair hanging from the other party's ears seemed to have a faint aroma of sandalwood, just like the calligraphy and ink of those picture scrolls.

"what..."

"Ugh..."

"Wow...?" Meng Ruohuan burst into tears one after another, she was so choked up that she couldn't speak, after the inner defense completely collapsed, Meng Ruohuan seemed to collapse faster than she imagined .

Don't say it's talking.

Even the answer turned into a choked whimper.

Therefore, she gently hugged Meng Ruohuan, hugged the girl's head, while gently combing Meng Ruohuan's hair, she lowered her head and traced the girl's tear line with her fingertips.

"Why are you crying like this~" Gu Ran gently wiped Meng Ruohuan's tears.

"Ugh?" Meng Ruohuan was crying so much that her shoulders stopped shaking. The girl looked up blankly in Guran's arms. Her eyes when she looked at Guran were filled with astonishment, as if she was Incredible, when asking... "How on earth can you ask such a thing!!!"

Therefore, wiping the girl's tears, she straightened Meng Ruohuan's messy forehead hair.

Under Meng Ruohuan's amazed gaze, Gu Ran lowered her head and gently kissed the tears at the corners of the girl's eyes.

"Sorry."

Therefore, she apologized to Meng Ruohuan in a low voice.

At that moment... the astonished Meng Ruohuan even forgot to breathe.

In the silent air, only Meng Ruohuan's choked sobs were left with her mouth slightly open.

And...behind Gu Ran, there was the sound of Gu Suxiao squatting down with her cheeks puffed out.

"It's me, it's me first, obviously I came first..."

but--

Realizing that Meng Ruohuan was not in the right state just now, Gu Suxiao just snorted and tilted her head to the side angrily.

Meng Ruohuan stared blankly at Guran in astonishment.

She can't think of it.

It's totally unexpected... In the dream, it was so vile, like a demon, who wantonly ravaged the bottom line of his dignity and crushed it at his fingertips, so he would apologize to himself so sincerely.

"If I had known that it wasn't a dream—"

Guran gently stroked Meng Ruohuan's cheek.

"I will definitely choose a way to make sister Ruohuan happy."

He didn't say that he would let the other party go.

After all... How could he let such a cute girl go in front of him so easily and not let her be his material?

After the complete collapse, the girl's gentle and tender apology murmured, which seemed to have completely changed for Meng Ruohuan.

She held Guran's arm tightly.

The subconscious doesn't want to let go at all.

The voice of apology was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and... like the last gleam of redemption in the infinitely dark space.

Although... the one who stretched out his hand to him in the dim light was the devil who trampled him to pieces and threw him into the abyss of eternal doom.

"Ha..." Meng Ruohuan gasped and choked up.

In Guran's arms, the girl's chest heaved, her shoulders trembled, and then she trembled and cried, biting her lips until they turned white.

why--

Why do you have to apologize to yourself?

No...it's better to just destroy yourself.

Why... want to... apologize.

"Ugh-"

"Wow wow wow wow..." Meng Ruohuan clung to Guran's arm so hard that Guran felt as if her arm was about to be wrenched off by the other party.

The crying girl threw herself into the arms of the devil in front of her.

she understands—

Here.

He will eventually be doomed.

part.82 The angel who redeems the girl is also the devil who destroys her [[-]st update]

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

The girl who was clutching Guran's arm was crying embarrassingly.

The raging tears almost wet Guran's chest.

Therefore, I even felt that I could feel the traces of being drenched by the girl's tears on my chest.

but--

Compared to his chest being wet with tears, what Guran had to face... was the hand of the weeping girl clutching his arm.

Meng Ruohuan is a monk in the Nascent Soul Realm.

It is still a demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm.

at the same time--

Among all magic cultivators, she is the most beautiful... the best.

In Gu Zuo's words, the body of a demon cultivator is often stronger than that of an orthodox cultivator, and it is also less likely to be damaged.

The dream seems to have confirmed this.

But more importantly... at this moment, the sharp pain coming from both of Guran's arms, as if they were about to be twisted.

Therefore, I am actually afraid of pain.

I am terrified when I see a knife.

Every time I see those sword cultivators pulling out Han Liangliang's swords, I can't help but imagine many horrific scenes in my mind.

It's better to use the jade sword of my junior sister.

It can make Guran feel a little more at ease.

But at this moment, Gu Ran didn't seem to be aware of the sharp pain coming from his arms.

With trembling hands, she gently hugged Meng Ruohuan in her arms, and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes.

A girl who was born with a different race.

Even the tears seem to have the sweetness of flower dew.

Faced with Meng Ruohuan's collapse and crying, it seemed that he could only hug her a little tighter, and then a little tighter.

Meng Ruohuan's chest trembled.

She slowly loosened the hand that was holding Guran's arm tightly.

The girl's little hand rested on Guran's arm, and she felt Guran's embrace, which was very...warm.

That was the warmth she had not felt for a long time in the Hatred Demon Sect.

Although she is regarded as a treasure by the entire Hateful Demon Sect, but no matter what... Venerable Qianji has been a monk who has been trapped in the ninth level of the Tribulation Realm for countless years.

As for Venerable Qianji, she actually doesn't know how to coax a child or how to give a child a warm embrace.

Most of the time, Venerable Qianji could only hand Meng Ruohuan to her disciples.

That is, the suzerain education of the Devil Sect of Love.

As the master of the sect, Meng Wanqing was somewhat too majestic.

Meng Ruohuan snuggled into Guran's arms, her delicate body was sobbing uncontrollably because she was crying, but... she held Guran's arm.

Perceive the girl's lines.

The tenderness of a girl.

The faint sandalwood fragrance fell in the girl's hair.

She pulled Guran's arm, subconsciously... wanting Guran to hold herself tighter, tighter.

Meng Ruohuan raised her head in Gu Ran's arms.

That pair of idiosyncratic bright red eyes still looked at Gu Ran with fear.

But the girl's little feet, which had been curled up in the air, finally tried to point their toes slowly to the ground.

"Can you stand up?" Gu Ran gently wiped Meng Ruohuan's tears with her sleeve.

But Meng Ruohuan, who was crying, seemed to be unable to stop her tears, and the more she wiped them away, the more she shed them.

In fact...actually, Meng Ruohuan had already tried hard to stop her tears just now when she faced the old situation.

But... don't know why.

The more I tried to control my tears, the more they couldn't stop.

Obviously...I don't want to cry anymore.

"Ugh-"

"Ah—" He opened his mouth to answer, but his throat seemed to be covered with tears.