The vicious villain is in luck again

"Xiao Ran, Master and I came here this time to subdue the monster that possessed Anser." Meng Ziling said.

"Oh." An Ran held the small bag with both hands, nervous and at a loss. She didn't know what to say, so she could only respond randomly.

Meng Ziling showed a look of regret, waved her hand in mid-air, and made a fist reluctantly, "It's just a pity that my blow came a little late, so it escaped."

His words reminded An Ran, and An Ran suddenly remembered that before Meng Ziling's long sword penetrated Anse, a silver light actually came out of her body and repeled the monster attached to Anse's body.

This also prevented her from being destroyed by the monster.

She asked Meng Ziling, "Before you drew your sword, a silver light flashed across my body. What was that silver light?"

When An Ran asked this question, Meng Ziling's expression became calmer, showing some unwillingness to speak.

He unclenched his fist and turned half of his face away, "Where's the light? It's probably your imagination."

"But……"

An Ran wanted to say that she clearly saw the light bursting out from her chest.

After the heat dissipated, there was still residual heat in her chest. This could not be an illusion.

Meng Ziling interrupted her, "If it's not an illusion, it's the light that comes out when I draw my sword."

However, how could the purple light surrounding the sword turn into white light?

What's more, the light appeared earlier than the sword.

And the position was different, the sword passed by her ear.

An Ran wanted to say something more, but when she looked up, she saw Meng Ziling's disapproving look.

Inexplicably, these words that came to her mouth were swallowed by her again.

She was quiet for a while, feeling nervous because of the tense atmosphere between the two people in the dark room.

No, I have to say something.

An Ran thought for a while and asked, "What is that monster?"

This question seemed to be much easier to answer than the previous question. Although Meng Ziling's expression did not change much, it could be noticed that she was a little more relaxed.

He said, "It's a fire demon."

An Ran waited for him to continue speaking.

Unexpectedly, Meng Ziling lost her voice after answering this sentence.

Seeing that he had no intention of speaking again, An Ran couldn't help but ask, "What then?"

Meng Ziling glanced at her, her eyes warm, but also revealing a coldness.

"Xiaoran, this has nothing to do with you. You don't need to know too much about other things."

An Ran closed her mouth.

She hit a nail in the face with Meng Ziling, which was neither hard nor soft.

She thought that if it weren't for the purpose of alleviating the embarrassment of the previous question, Meng Ziling probably wouldn't want to answer her this question.

As she shut up, a paper crane flew in from outside the door.

Meng Ziling stretched out her arms.

It flew smoothly and steadily, and landed leisurely in Meng Ziling's open palm.

An Ran looked over curiously.

In fact, she shouldn't be curious, because the little magic of pinching a paper crane to convey a message is really not surprising.

But she couldn't help it. She was now in a dream, and her identity was a twelve-year-old girl who had never seen anything before. So when facing this kind of gadget, she naturally became curious.

However, An Ran himself was also curious about what message the thousand paper cranes conveyed.

When the paper crane touched Meng Ziling's palm, it automatically turned into a piece of paper.

Meng Ziling glanced at ten lines, and after a quick look, a white light flashed across his hand, and the note instantly turned into sparkling dust, floating in the air and disappearing.

He looked at An Ran and said, "Xiao Ran, it's time for me and Master to leave."

An Ran nodded.

Then, what should she do?

Is he going to be taken back to Piaomiao Sect by Meng Ziling?

but……

An Ran recalled the girl she knew

Things, secretly doubting.

If he was taken back like this, wouldn't something be wrong with the way things were going?

That girl was accepted as a disciple by Meng Ziling, who had already become an immortal.

Just when An Ran was thinking this, Meng Ziling spoke again.

"I originally wanted to beg the Master to take you back to the Piaomiao Sect, but the Master thinks that you have poor foundation and are not a cultivator, so you are not suitable to live in the Piaomiao Sect."

Ah, there is a threshold for entering the Piaomiao Sect.

She really couldn't go.

The noise she heard before was probably because Meng Ziling had a quarrel with his master because he couldn't take her away.

But knowing is one thing, thinking is another.

An Ran said, you, Meng Ziling, have clearly said before that you have established a firm foothold in the Piaomiao Sect, and it is not difficult to protect someone, but now you say you can't take him with you,

Slapping yourself in the face is not.

Harmful.

An Ran sighed silently.

If that girl was taken to Piaomiao Sect by Meng Ziling at this time, would she not have that fate in the future?

At least, you can suffer less.

An Ran nodded obediently, showing pure understanding.

But after nodding twice, she lowered her head in despair.

An Ran held the small bag that Meng Ziling gave her with both hands and remained silent.

Perhaps Anran's pitiful and lovable little appearance touched Meng Ziling's already unbearable compassion. He stared at her for a long time and suddenly said: "Xiaoran, come with me."

"Ah?" An Ran looked up confusedly.

Go, go where?

Will Meng Ziling disobey his master's order and take her to Piaomiao Sect?

Then she saw Meng Ziling put his fingers together and made a few empty strokes in the air. The light intertwined into a thousand paper cranes and flew towards the door.

After Meng Ziling finished this, he said to An Ran: "I told the master to let him go first. I will leave after I have settled you down."

An Ran looked at the serious Meng Ziling.

What he said didn't sound like he was lying.

Probably the teenage Meng Ziling was still a good boy who sincerely cared about his savior, and was not the bitch who later killed his wife in order to become a god.

However, An Ran always felt that something was wrong.

Is Meng Ziling really a good boy? Where will he lead her?

Should I sell her?

After a day of rest, Meng Ziling told An Ran that they were leaving.

It happened to be in the afternoon when we left. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear. It was a suitable time for a long trip.

An Ran held the bundle and watched Meng Ziling lock the courtyard door.

In fact, the courtyard door was broken when the strong wind hit, but Meng Ziling repaired it again.

After Meng Ziling locked the door, she turned around and stretched out her hand towards An Ran, "Xiao Ran, let's go."

An Ran looked at the slender jade-white hand, but did not take it.

Meng Ziling didn't care either. He smiled, took back his hand, and walked forward.

After walking a few steps, An Ran tripped over something. She staggered, lowered her head and fell down. The bundle fell to the ground because she had panicked.

An Ran lay on the ground, feeling a weak pain all over her body. Fortunately, her face was resting on the baggage, so she was not scratched by the sand and gravel.

But there were several small cuts on his hand.

Meng Ziling, who was in the front, heard the movement behind, turned around, saw An Ran falling to the ground in a panic, and walked over.

One step at a time, no rush, no slowness.

He stopped in front of An Ran, condescending.

An Ran looked up at him, and for some reason, she seemed to catch a faint smile in his eyes.

Is it her imagination?

How could he still laugh when he saw her fall?

"Xiaoran, are you okay?" Mencius

Ling asked, her words showing concern.

An Ran wanted to say that she was fine, but it was just a fall.

But this fall seemed to be an unprecedented serious one, and the pain made her feel like her whole body was falling apart, and she couldn't use any strength for a while.

Because of the pain, some tears welled up in my eyes unconsciously.

So she looked at Meng Ziling with tears in her eyes, "I can't get up."

"Really? Did you fall so badly?"

Meng Ziling's words revealed a little distress, but his body did not move.

An Ran is sure that the teenage Meng Ziling is definitely in the same line as the Meng Ziling who later killed his wife to preach.

He was just waiting for her to beg him.

Why is it so funny?

There is no way, people under the eaves have to lower their heads.

An Ran asked softly and softly, "Can you lend your hand and help me up?"

Afraid that Meng Ziling would ignore him, she added cruelly, "Brother Ziling."

There was a little nasal sound with a little grievance, but it was also sweet, as if sprinkled with sugar.

Very good, He Yiyi has that coquettish flavor.

Meng Ziling moved her fingertips.

Because she was always paying attention to his facial expressions, An Ran could clearly and quickly capture the corners of his mouth that were about to be raised but were quickly suppressed.

"Of course." Meng Ziling's words were warm.

He bent down slightly and stretched out his hand towards An Ran.

They still have those slender, jade-white fingers, with round nails and a pinkish color on their fingertips.

What a well-kept hand.

The pain in his body subsided a little, and An Ran moved a hand and put it up tremblingly.

His hand stopped just above her head, motionless. No matter how badly An Ran's hand shook, there was no tendency to stretch it out again.

An Ran gritted his teeth, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and finally held his breath and caught it.

Meng Ziling pulled her up immediately.

"Why are you so careless?" He patted the dust on An Ran's body.

"Hiss", An Ran took a breath of cold air.

She looked at her hand and saw several small cuts on it, which were still oozing with blood. She couldn't see it for the time being, but she probably had bruises from being thrown.

Meng Ziling paused and frowned slightly.

He picked up the baggage on the ground and carried it on his back, "Let's go, we can treat your wound when we get to a safe place."

An Ran bent down and wanted to rub his legs.

Everywhere she looked, there was a flat road. Although there were small pebbles, they would never cause her to fall so hard.

Is this because Meng Ziling deliberately cast a spell to make her fall?

An Ran straightened up, only to see Ziling's back disappearing into the light.

!!!

What's going on?

An Ran said "Hey" and limped after him, even reaching out to grab it, but it was still in vain.

What fell on my hand were only the light spots that gradually dissipated.

An Ran waved around in disbelief, but could only scratch in the air.

What about people? What about such a big person?

Why did it suddenly disappear?

"Xiaoran."

An Ran turned around and saw Meng Ziling standing behind her with a smile.

An Ran breathed a sigh of relief, "Why did you suddenly disappear just now?"

Meng Ziling walked up and naturally took her hand, "I wanted to use the teleportation array, but found that you didn't follow me, so I came back."

"Now that I think about it, it would be more appropriate to walk."

An Ran felt strange in his heart, but couldn't think of anything strange for the time being, so he followed him.

He pulled An Ran and walked along a stream.

The stream meanders deep into the forest.

As soon as you enter, you feel like you have entered another world. The lush trees block out the sky, and the sunlight is scattered and dappled, falling on An Ran's hands.

Like stars in the daytime.

But she felt something was wrong, "Where are we going?"

Meng Ziling did not look back, "Isn't it beautiful here?"

The calls of unknown birds came to An Ran's ears, chirping one after another, and from time to time something would scurry through the trees and grass so fast that she could only see a black shadow.

"It's beautiful, but..." She shrank her hand, but Meng Ziling held her tightly again.

A slight stinging sensation came, and An Ran frowned, "You scratched my wound."

He relaxed his strength and looked at An Ran calmly, "We must pass through this forest before dark."