Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

The night wind blew through the hall, and the oil lamp flickered in the corner, making the outline of Luo Jingrui sleeping soundly bright and dark.

Meng Qiqi sat on the edge of the bed, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the hem of her skirt.

The shadow cast by the boy's eyelashes formed the shape of butterfly wings under his eyes, his pale lips were slightly pursed, and even in his sleep he subconsciously reached out to grope, not until he grasped the ends of her drooping hair did he feel at ease again.

As she looked at this scene, a sour warmth rose in her heart.

The warning from System 0999 was still echoing in his mind, and the red warning box almost filled his vision - "The deviation from the main plot has reached 37%, please correct it immediately."

But when Luo Jingrui stood in front of her in broad daylight, the image of the witch runes around his body lighting up appeared in front of her again, and those cold prompts instantly became blurred.

"Sister..." the boy suddenly muttered, and tightened his grip on her hair.

Meng Qiqi leaned over hurriedly, afraid of waking him up, and the scent of the green fox in her hair inadvertently enveloped Luo Jingrui.

His frown slowly relaxed, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, like a satisfied cub.

This scene reminded her of Meng Li's eyes during the day.

At that moment, Meng Li looked at her with too complicated eyes, as if he was recalling a distant shadow through her face.

As the jade hairpin swayed lightly, Meng Li asked, "Miss, are you willing to go to the Qingluan Secret Realm with me?" The hope in his eyes almost burned her.

"What exactly did you recognize?" Meng Qiqi whispered into the void, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the bed sheets.

She clearly remembered the records in the fox clan's classics. Meng Li's biological mother was a princess from a branch of the fox clan, but that bloodline had been cut off a hundred years ago.

Could it be that Meng Li really noticed some clues from her?

What made her even more uneasy was the appearance of Xie Yan.

The murderous intent surging in the scarlet pupils in the dark sent a chill down her spine even though she was dozens of feet away.

The methods of the Demon Young Master were so powerful that before in the Demonic Realm, he almost had his eyes gouged out just because he took a second look at the jade slips in his study.

Now he saw with his own eyes how close he was to Luo Jingrui...

There was a slight sound of tiles outside the window, and Meng Qiqi looked up suddenly.

The moonlight shines through the window lattice onto the ground, outlining a slender silhouette.

She held her breath and concentrated her spiritual power in her palm, but saw the shadow kneeling on one knee and taking out a small bamboo tube from his arms.

"Miss Meng, my master has something to tell you." The Shadow Guard's voice was wrapped in demonic energy, low and cold.

The bamboo tube rolled to the ground, and half a piece of yellowed paper appeared from the crack.

Meng Qiqi picked up the paper. Under the candlelight, the familiar handwriting made her pupils shrink suddenly. "Three quarters after midnight, cliff in the back mountain. Dare to bring others with you. You know the consequences."

The signature is a drop of solidified ambergris, which is the unique mark of Xie Yan.

There was a sudden noise in his arms. Luo Jingrui woke up without knowing when, and his silver hair was scattered messily on the pillow.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at the paper in her hand, the witch runes around him glowing faintly: "Who gave it to you?"

"It's just..." Before Meng Qiqi could finish her words, the boy had already snatched the paper away.

He repeatedly stroked the ambergris mark and suddenly sneered, "Someone from the demonic world? When did you get to know such a dangerous person?"

He stood up and approached, his breath spraying in her ear: "You are a cultivator during the day, and a demon cultivator at night. Sister is really..." The last word was swallowed, and Luo Jingrui suddenly bit her earlobe, "It's getting more and more confusing for me."

Meng Qiqi's whole body was stiff. She wanted to push him away but he held her in his arms.

The boy's palms were burning hot, burning her back through her thin clothes.

"Don't go." His voice was filled with unquestionable dominance. "No matter who it is, I won't let him take you away."

"Ari, this is not the time to be willful." Meng Qiqi said with difficulty, "The other party's identity is special. If you don't accept the invitation..."

"So sister, you would rather go see someone else than spend more time with me?" Luo Jingrui pushed her away violently, and when he stood up, he pulled the wound and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and a sickly blush appeared on his pale face: "Am I so unimportant in my sister's heart?"

These words pierced her heart like a thorn.

Meng Qiqi looked at the boy's stubborn and aggrieved eyes, and suddenly remembered the first time they met, when he was covered in blood but still stubbornly stuffed the wild flowers into her palm.

At that time she thought it was just an accident, but she didn't know since when, the boy's joys and sorrows had already affected her heartbeat.

"I'll be back soon." She reached out and stroked the boy's cheek, feeling him subconsciously rubbing against her palm. "Just wait for me, okay?"

Luo Jingrui grabbed her wrist, lowered his head and placed a kiss on her palm: "If you don't come back by three quarters of an hour, I will kill you in the Demonic Realm."

When he released her hand, he secretly slipped a witch amulet into her sleeve and said, "Crush it when you encounter danger."

Meng Qiqi nodded, but when she turned around, she stopped at the door.

Under the moonlight, Luo Jingrui leaned against the head of the bed, his silver hair cascading like a waterfall, and his pale face showed an almost paranoid persistence.

This picture overlapped with a scene deep in his memory - in the land of charming flowers, Xie Yan also had red eyes and hugged his out-of-control self in his arms.

The wind from the cliff in the back mountain was filled with a fishy and sweet evil aura.

Meng Qiqi walked forward on the gravel, and the fox wristband on her waist suddenly became hot.

This was a warning, but she still walked towards the tall figure on the cliff.

Xie Yan had his back to her, his silver hair rustling in the night wind, and the darkly embroidered magic patterns on his black robe glowed with a strange light.

"You're quite courageous." He turned around, a dark tide surging in his scarlet pupils. "You're having a hot affair with that Wu Clan kid, and you still dare to come to see me?"

Before she could finish her words, a chain made of demonic energy suddenly wrapped around her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Meng Qiqi bumped into the arms filled with ambergris, and a familiar scent came to her nose.

She struggled to look up, only to see Xie Yan approaching with his head lowered, his breath brushing against her trembling eyelashes. "What? You've been with him for so long that you've even forgotten your master?"

Suddenly, a sound of breaking air was heard in the distance, and Luo Jingrui's figure appeared on the edge of the cliff like a ghost.

The witch runes around him were radiant, and the short blade in his hand pointed directly at the evil flame: "Let her go!"

Xie Yan chuckled and tightened his arms to hold Meng Qiqi in his arms.

He looked into the girl's bloodshot eyes and deliberately rested his chin on the top of her head: "With you?"

Demonic energy and witchcraft power collided at the edge of the cliff, stirring up a cloud of rubble.