Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

At this time, Mu Chunhua, who was far away, saw that the two were not coming yet. She turned around and saw the second senior sister hugging junior brother Su in her arms.

Her eyes lit up and a mysterious smile appeared on her face.

She then took out a piece of paper from her storage bag and made some notes.

The love-hate relationship between the scheming little wolf-dog and the cold and beautiful senior sister is an interesting story.

Hehe ~

In addition to being a disciple of Taohua Sect, Mu Chunhua also has another identity, that is, Xiao Huahua, a famous master of storytelling in the world of immortal cultivation.

Although she did not have a high talent for cultivation, the stories she wrote were popular throughout the world of cultivation and were sought after by many young men and women in the world.

Her name, the storytelling master Xiao Huahua, is well-known throughout the entire Xiuxian continent.

Especially two years ago, she wrote a story about a little fox demon who was bent on seeking the great way and a poor scholar, which made her famous in the world of vernacular novels.

Yin Ling, a little fox demon who doesn't understand love, is enlightened by the immortal that as long as she can make a mortal man fall in love with her and willingly offer his true heart to her, she can ascend to become an immortal.

Yin Ling, a little fox demon who had just entered the human world, met Gu Yinzhi, a poor scholar who was going to Beijing to take an imperial examination.

Outside the dilapidated temple, Yin Ling fell in love with the poor scholar Gu Yinzhi who had a handsome and clean appearance at first sight, and decided that if this man offered his true love to her, she would be able to ascend to become an immortal.

On a rainy night, Yin Ling pretended to faint outside the dilapidated temple.

Gu Yinzhi, who was in the dilapidated temple, heard the noise, glanced at it indifferently, and then quietly started reading again.

At this time, Yin Ling had been drenched by the heavy rain.

Seeing that the poor scholar in the temple had no intention of saving her at all, Yin Ling was filled with hatred.

She swore to trample on the poor scholar's sincerity and make him fall into the quagmire.

Yin Ling felt a little aggrieved at this time. As the little princess of Jiuling Fairy Mountain, she had never been so embarrassed.

Yin Ling made a few "puff" sounds and spat out the dirty water mixed with mud and water in her mouth.

She pretended to be weak, stretched out her pale, slender jade hand, and called out to the ruined temple:

"Young Master, Young Master, save... your life."

"Xiao...Xiao Lang, help me."

Inside the dilapidated temple, the short candle flame flickered in the wind.

Gu Yinzhi frowned slightly when he heard the noise.

It's almost midnight, how could there be a woman's voice?

Maybe I studied too hard and had hallucinations.

Gu Yinzhi thought about it and decided to go to bed quickly, otherwise it would not be worth it if he damaged his brain.

He blew gently, and the candle, which was already flickering, was extinguished.

The already dim and dilapidated temple was now completely plunged into darkness.

Gu Yinzhi lay down, tightened the sheets around him, closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of even breathing came from the ruined temple. As a fox demon's sound spirit, it has excellent hearing.

This...is this falling asleep?

Yin Ling: “…”

At this moment, Yin Ling's face looked extremely ugly, and she had an urge to crush the poor scholar to death.

Damn, damn, damn......

In order to gain the poor scholar's sympathy for her, Yin Ling did not use any magic to block the rain. At this moment, Yin Ling was soaked by the rain and looked extremely miserable.

The delicate makeup was also ruined by the rain, and coupled with the resentment in her body, the sound spirit looked three times more terrifying than a ghost.

Yin Ling stood up, made a gesture, and her wet gauze dress instantly became brand new.

She entered the dilapidated temple with leaks everywhere, and looked down at the poor scholar who had already fallen asleep with an angry look.

Yin Ling waved his hands in the air continuously, venting quietly.

"Beat you to death, you stinky scholar."

"Hehehe, you look like a human being, but you don't have any love at all."

"I am such a pretty girl, but you just watched me die without helping me. I'll beat you to death, beat you to death, beat you to death."

After Yin Ling finished venting, he snorted coldly and said:

"Poor scholar, you will definitely fall at my feet. Humph, let's wait and see."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Ling disappeared into the ruined temple.

In the dim and dilapidated temple, the poor scholar in the corner suddenly opened his eyes.

No one knew what was in his cold eyes, but a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.