Fairy, things are really not what you think!

It looks very similar to Nie Qingwan's dark black cheongsam, both of which need a figure and complement it very much.

At the same time, she was also holding a fox fur coat on her arm, and the edges of the snow-white fur were also slightly reddish.

Because of the fur and silk embellishment, the woman suddenly seemed to be alluring.

If Guran guessed correctly, that... is probably the Pavilion Master of Lingguang Pavilion.

It is said that fire and water are incompatible.

The Pavilion Master of Lingguang Pavilion and Nie Qingwan really seemed to be at odds.

No wonder Master is so happy today.

It turned out that Master Nie Qingwan had no time to catch Master's pigtails.

But... Lord Master of Lingguang Pavilion, it looks really good.

Therefore, holding the quilt, he looked at the Lord Master of the Lingguang Pavilion.

Nie Qingwan noticed Guran's gaze, and she suddenly felt a little annoyed when she looked at Guran's gaze.

He likes to look forward to his juniors, but his eyes fall on his deadly enemy.

Nie Qingwan cursed her, so she would be painted by Ran Ran tonight.

But Man Hongshang...her eyes fell on Meng Ruohuan, who was sitting obediently on the chair next to Gu Ran's bed.

Man Hongshang's expression looked like she had seen a ghost.

When had she seen this witch so... so... well-behaved.

Is this really the witch of the Hatred Demon Sect, and not someone sent by Dongxu Shengfu to impersonate her?

But she still tried hard to manage her expression well.

outside the room.

Di Lingling, who was just about to follow her master into Miss Guran's room to visit Miss Guran, was suddenly attracted by the scrolls rolled on the table outside the room.

So far, it seems that she has not seen Miss Guran's picture scroll.

Subconsciously... the girl stepped forward, and she slowly unfolded the picture scroll. The moment she saw the content on the picture scroll, the girl's eyes widened, and there seemed to be water swaying in the big eyes.

"This..."

"This..."

Qingluan's true meaning inside his body is screaming.

The raging heart started to burn, and the tips of the ears seemed to become hot in an instant.

"Lingling?" Master's voice suddenly came from the room.

"what..."

"Yes, yes!" The girl hurriedly rerolled the scroll and stepped into the room.

Then...the left foot mixes with the right foot.

pat-

The girl with Qingluan's bloodline gave Guran a five-body throwing gift the first time they met.

In the girl's boudoir, the air suddenly became very silent.

"Heh—" Nie Qingwan mockingly looked at the Lingguang Pavilion Master Wen Yao in front of her.

Wen Yao's face was not very pretty.

The girl lying on the ground...the tips of her ears 'turned' blood red in front of everyone.

But... everyone knows——

What occupied the girl's heart was not the embarrassment she felt at this time.

It's the picture scroll.

She raised her head in embarrassment, and what she saw was not Guran, not her master, not Guzuo, but... Nie Qingwan.

Di Lingling bit her lip.

His eyes were full of the great shock that the picture scroll brought to the girl.

One incident was never discovered.

The picture scroll that Nie Qingwan begged from her at the beginning was the picture scroll of the heroic woman stepping on the sword Ling Feng.

And that scroll depicts a scene that seems to only exist in a dream.

But she regarded it as the leftover picture scroll with awe-inspiring figure, and placed it on the table casually.

And on that scroll——

The woman who bent her body and swayed her waist, stared at the bright red eyes outside the picture scroll, which was extremely charming.

As if...extremely enchanting.

85 I like my sister's gift very much. As a thank you, let me draw you a picture [one more]

The girl bit her lip and hurriedly got up from the ground.

Therefore, everyone in the bedroom suddenly became very tacit in an instant, as if everything just now had never happened.

Wen Yao, the master of Lingguang Pavilion, and Nie Qingwan are still confronting each other.

Seeing that the fire finally couldn't touch him, Zuo watched the show and ate melons with a happy face.

Man Hongshang continued to look at the extremely well-behaved Meng Ruohuan, wondering whether this guy was pretending to be such a well-behaved person in front of Junior Sister Guran, trying to wait for an opportunity to attack Junior Sister Guran.

but--

Her eyes... were they crying just now?

So did anything happen between Junior Sister and Meng Ruohuan?

Meng Ruohuan gently stroked the rope on her thigh with her small hand, unconsciously in a daze, her mind was full of what Guran had just said to her.

"Sister Ruohuan is my property."

all...things?

It sounds like a good idea.

There is only Gu Suxiao, looking at the room where there was only the smell of senior sisters, so many messy smells flooded in all of a sudden.

And that cunning witch.

The girl showed an expression of ???·(? ????? )??·?.

Di Lingling bit her lip, her head was still full of the little "natural" shock brought to her by the woman with her bent body and swaying waist.

The door to the new world seemed to be slowly pushed open in front of her.

In an instant, she grew up a lot.

The tips of Di Lingling's ears were burning, and she seemed to understand why the senior sister from Lingguang Pavilion was so hesitant when she wanted to look at the picture scroll of 'Old God'.

I would say to myself...in a few years.

I also understand that when I went to visit my sick senior sister, why did it take so long for the senior sister to open the door, and the senior sister behind the door was also panting and her forehead hair was stained with thin sweat, as if she hadn't recovered look.

I...did I cut off the good deeds of my senior sister?

The way she looked at Gu Ran changed a little, with infinite shock.

Even the look on his face towards the seemingly gentle yet dangerous Zhenwu Pavilion Master changed.

After seeing that extremely charming picture scroll, how could this make her look directly at the Master of the Zhenwu Pavilion.

But speaking of it... Di Lingling's eyes wandered back and forth between Nie Qingwan and Guran.

turn out to be--

Is the relationship between Master Zhenwu Pavilion and Senior Sister Guran actually like this?

Or...that's why Senior Sister is so bold.

How dare you secretly paint the master of the Zhenwu Pavilion in such a charming and charming look.

It was also placed on the altar in a stately manner.

hiss--

Di Lingling thought carefully and was terrified.

As we all know, Taixuan Pavilion is dedicated to only two people.

One is the first generation master of Taixuan Pavilion who has long since disappeared.

The other one is Master Tianyu, Master Zuo.

Therefore, Lord Zuo and Lord Zhenwu Pavilion have always been at odds, and it is almost a well-known fact in Lingyan Mansion.

So--

On the altar table where Lord Zuo was enshrined, there was actually such a picture scroll 'enshrined'.

Thinking about it is terrifying, thinking about it is terrifying.

Di Lingling secretly decided that this secret would rot in her stomach no matter what.

I... just act as if I haven't seen anything.

"What do you see?" Qu, who came in with Ran Yi Tang, was a little dazed.

She didn't even take the initiative to peek into her heart.

It's just that the energetic senior sister's inner thinking was too divergent, which made her catch the minutiae.

Di Lingling was still immersed in the shock that unexpectedly brought to her.

fine--

Because of the foreshadowing of the girl tripping on her left foot and falling on her right foot, everyone thought that the girl's red face and red ear tips were just because she was embarrassed.

"But speaking of it..." Di Lingling's eyes fell on Guran and her master.

"So, Senior Sister..."

"Have you ever drawn a scroll of Master-sama?"

Adolescent girls are indeed very rebellious.

Qu, who was serving soup to Gu Ran, almost lost control of his hand shaking.

She really didn't take the initiative to spy on her heart.

But...the current disciples are so rebellious, do you want the jockey Mizu?

Or--

Just want to see your master fall in front of Mr. Guran so much?

"Lingling—" The Pavilion Master of Lingguang Pavilion softly called out the girl's name.

The girl who was still thinking bad things about Master just now trembled and almost cried out directly.

"what..."

"Ah...Master."

She dodged her eyes and was afraid to look at Master.

Wen Yao was a little puzzled, not knowing what the girl was thinking.

But... didn't Lingling herself want to see Guzuo's weak-hearted disciple?

Why did I get in front of others, and started to stay in a daze.

Wen Yao sniffed the...damp smell that belonged to Nie Qingwan beside her in the girl's boudoir, and already wanted to go home.

Only then did Di Lingling realize what Master meant.

She hastily stepped forward, took out a large bunch of flower crowns woven from sweet-scented osmanthus, and placed them gently on Guran's bedside.

"Sister Guran..."

"This is a gift for Senior Sister Guran."