The vicious villain is in luck again

A dazzling silvery white light burst out from An Ran's chest, pushing An Se back a few steps.

The flames disappeared, and An Ran lay on the ground coughing desperately, with a slight fever in his chest.

She couldn't help but hold her chest tightly. What light just came out from here, with a force, protected her.

It's like someone put a restraint on her body.

Anser was stimulated by the silver light and woke up a little. She looked at An Ran on the ground, a little surprised, "Xiao Ran."

An Ran saw Anser reaching out to her, but before she could take it, a long sword covered in thunder and lightning passed by her ear, turning into purple light and penetrating Anser's chest.

The expression on Anser's face was dull for a moment, and then he knelt on the ground.

An Ran was caught off guard by this turn of events. She quickly crawled over to hold Anse who was about to fall, "Sister!"

When she touched Anser's body, she found that Anser was as light as a few petals falling on her palm.

Anser's whole body was covered in cold air, water droplets formed on his face, and his whole body was stained with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoran." Light spots floated from Anser's body, and she returned to her usual gentleness, "I failed to protect you."

An Ran couldn't believe the voice he heard. It was thicker and deeper than Anser's voice before.

Anser pressed her hand to her chest, and Anran discovered that Anser's breasts, which usually looked soft and protruding, were actually hard to the touch.

Anser looked at her deeply, "Don't trust anyone, especially men."

As soon as the words fell, Anser's body turned into a point of light and disappeared from Anran's hands.

The light spots gathered into a golden bead, and before An Ran could react, it rushed towards her forehead.

An Ran's eyes were filled with golden light, and her brain was swollen as if it was about to burst. She covered her head in pain and almost fainted.

A young boy's voice came vaguely to his ears, "Master, she is..."

She turned her head and looked around, only to vaguely see two glowing figures, and then fell into darkness.

An Ran woke up from her sleep, her face was cold and cold, as if someone had applied something to her.

She subconsciously grabbed her face and found a hand, which was smooth and warm. An Ran couldn't help but rub it a few times.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a flawless white jade face that was beginning to show the edges of a young man.

It's the teenage Meng Ziling.

It seems that this Meng Ziling is not the one who currently exists in the main world.

Seeing An Ran wake up, he smiled, and the smile blew into An Ran's heart like the gentle wind in his ears, "Xiao Ran has passed, and we meet again."

It turns out that the time has passed since Meng Ziling left Anran.

Last time he was injured and fainted at the door of An Ran's house. After staying here for a while, he left on his own. No one knew his true identity.

When he came back again, Meng Ziling transformed and became a direct disciple of the head of the Piaomiao Sect, a large sect of cultivating immortals.

"Now that I have established a firm foothold in the Piaomiao Sect, it is not difficult to protect someone."

Meng Ziling's eyes were sincere and her tone was sincere, "I have always been grateful to you for your life-saving grace."

"But." An Ran said, "It was my sister who saved you."

"She..." Meng Ziling's slightly gentle eyebrows became sharper, as if she didn't want her to mention this.

An Ran recalled the sword that penetrated Anser's chest before unconsciousness, and Anser's gradually disappearing body. There was only one thought in his mind.

She asked blankly, "Sister, are you dead?"

There is no doubt that Anser is dead.

Her eyes were instantly filled with moisture, and Meng Ziling's delicate face became blurred.

Meng Ziling held An Ran's shoulders and said, "Xiao Ran, she is possessed by a monster and is trying to take your life."

"In my desperation, I could only draw my sword and kill him."

"What's more, she is a demon. Even if she is not possessed by a demon, there is still something wrong with her."

An Ran's tears fell pattering down, and she wiped them away with one hand, "Sister

Sister is so kind, how can she be a monster?"

"I just found out today that Anser is a fox demon." Meng Ziling frowned. You were bitten by that little white fox before. I'm afraid he saw his own people injured and brought them back deliberately to use your flesh, blood and essence.

Qi heals the wounds of his people."

The painful memory of being bitten twice by the fox flashed back, An Ran was so stunned that she stopped crying and murmured, "But, I was raised by my sister."

Meng Ziling said, "Why don't you think about what he will do after he raises you?"

An Ran subconsciously followed Meng Ziling's words.

Has Anser told her what will happen when she grows up?

It seems like it never has.

Ever since she was sensible, she only knew that Anser and she were two sisters. She had no idea where they came from, where they went, or who their parents were, and Anser never mentioned them.

Her heart suddenly contracted and tightened with pain, and a trace of despair and sadness filled her heart. An Ran had the urge to cry again for a moment. Her eyes were filled with tears and she shook her head blankly.

"I don't know." There was a dull pain in her head. She frowned and patted her head in pain, "I couldn't think of it."

"If you don't know, don't think about it." Meng Ziling cleaned her hands and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of An Ran's eyes. The warmth of her fingertips lingered under her eyelids for a long time, "Xiao Ran, she is not worthy of your sadness."

He stretched out his long arms and took a set of clothes from the side, "I originally wanted to change them for you after applying the medicine. Now that you're awake, I think it would be more convenient for you to do it yourself."

An Ran hugged the clothes and saw that he had packed the medicine bottles and was about to take them to the door. He breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and looked at his clothes. They were already dirty and messy, and there were a few torn places.

When the door was completely closed, An Ran's previous sad emotions faded away like a tide, and she returned to her real state.

She shook off her new clothes and found that they were very similar to the clothes Meng Ziling was wearing, but she couldn't wear them well.

She barely managed to get her inner and outer clothes together, but they were all baggy and completely different from Meng Ziling's.

She was depressed, thinking about asking Meng Ziling for help. When she opened the door, a bleeding skull suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

An Ran's actions and mood were suddenly out of her control. She yelled and stumbled back to the house.

As she approached the bed, she tripped over the clothes on the floor and hit her head so hard that stars appeared in her eyes.

Jie Jie's laughter came to her ears, and An Ran turned her head to look. The skull seemed to be getting closer and closer to her.

"Don't come close to me!" She shivered and used her hands and feet to climb onto the bed, but she couldn't climb up because she was too weak. Instead, she pulled off the quilt.

Just when the skull was about to approach her, a golden light flashed, and in an instant, the strange smile disappeared.

After An Ran shivered for a long time, he dared to look towards the door. The sky outside was clear and clear, and there were no more scary skulls.

Recalling the golden light that suddenly appeared when the laughter disappeared, An Ran matched her with the bead that appeared before Anther died.

It was probably Anser's inner elixir, and it was this inner elixir that defeated the skull for her.

But An Ran didn't dare to be alone anymore. She looked around the room and felt that it was getting more and more gloomy. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she ran out of the door.

There was a noise from the room next door, and An Ran vaguely heard Meng Ziling's suppressed angry words. She stood up on tiptoes and wanted to lie down by the door so that she could hear it better, but she tripped again as she approached the door.

The whole person rushed straight to the door panel, making a huge sound.

The sound in the room stopped immediately, but after a moment, the door was opened from the inside.

An Ran couldn't dodge and fell down again along the opening of the door.

She originally thought she was about to fall to the ground, so a pair of hands stretched out from her waist and hugged her steadily.

Meng Ziling helped her up, her face still a little red after being angry, but when she looked at An Ran, her eyes showed no trace of anger. They were still clear and transparent, like a deep lake that could accommodate many living beings.

An Ran suddenly became a little embarrassed. Before he could speak,

I said timidly beforehand: "I, I can't wear clothes well."

This seemed to explain the reason why she was leaning against the door.

Meng Ziling nodded, and did not specifically say anything to explain An Ran's embarrassment just now. She just said lightly, "I understand."

He held An Ran's hand and was about to take her to the room he came out of just now.

An Ran's eyes widened when she saw that she was about to go in again. She shook off Meng Ziling's hand and backed away, "I don't want to go in!"

I accidentally hit the threshold, my center of gravity was unstable and I fell back.

Meng Ziling put an arm around An Ran's waist and brought her back, sighing, "Why are you so panicked?"

After experiencing the tragedy of almost falling twice, An Ran didn't dare to move anymore. She carefully grabbed Meng Ziling's sleeve and said, "I, I saw a skull in the room."

Meng Ziling had a look of doubt on her face. He placed his fingers on the meridians between An Ran's wrists. White light flickered from his fingertips, and a warm current traveled through An Ran's body. "It's probably because the monster sucked some luck and energy."

"

"With weak strength, it is really easy to be targeted by ghosts and other dark things."

He let go of An Ran and threw a white light into the room.

After the white light disappeared, he looked inside and smiled reassuringly at An Ran, "It should be fine."

An Ran held Meng Ziling's sleeve and walked inside.

The quilts and clothes were scattered all over the room. Meng Ziling stepped over them without changing his expression. When he got further inside, he stopped and tidied An Ran's loose clothes.

In fact, An Ran was almost dressed, but the various straps were not fastened properly, and it didn't take long for Meng Ziling to fix them.

Seeing that he was about to move his hand to his heart, An Ran took a step back as if to dodge.

Seeing An Ran evade, Meng Ziling showed a surprised look. His fingers stopped in mid-air, as if puzzled, "Xiao Ran, you haven't straightened your clothes yet."

After An Ran subconsciously completed this action, she realized that she was hiding too obviously, but no matter what, Meng Ziling should avoid suspicion here.

However, he himself did not notice it.

She smiled awkwardly and said, "I can do it by myself here."

Meng Ziling didn't seem to care about what she said, nor did she care about her taking a step back. His eyes fell on An Ran's head.

He took the round stool next to him and said, "Xiaoran, come and sit here."

An Ran felt a sudden change in her heart and felt uncomfortable with Meng Ziling's increasingly intimate gestures, but she still obediently walked to him and sat down.

Then she felt her scalp feel warm.

The person behind her flexibly ran his fingertips through her long, messy hair, combed it carefully, divided it into several strands, and finally tied it up and fixed it with something.

The white end fell to An Ran's chest and turned out to be a hair tie.

"It's so magical." An Ran couldn't help but sigh.

"Huh?" Meng Ziling was puzzled.

She grabbed the end of the hairband and looked at it carefully. There was still a faint flash of light, "Where did you conjure this thing?"

Meng Ziling took off a small bag from her waist, "I took them all from the storage bag."

He bent down and held An Ran in his arms.

The hair fell from An Ran's cheek, itching, and a fragrance of bamboo and wood lingered on the nose, and An Ran froze.

She cast her gaze downwards and saw Meng Ziling's hands tying the small bag around her waist, "Just think of it as a meeting gift for Xiao Ran."

After tying it up, Meng Ziling stood up, and the fragrance gradually disappeared, but a little bit still remained.

"Thank you." An Ran said the word stumblingly.

Meng Ziling touched her head, "It should be."