Liang Jingxuan was about to catch up and grab Xiao Lanle to ask her to understand, and was entangled by Chen Shangyun next to him again.

This woman is not half as good as Senior Sister Xiao in terms of appearance, and in terms of being considerate and gentle, she doesn't compare to Senior Sister Lin, whom he puts on the tip of his heart.

Liang Jingxuan compared Chen Shangyun, who speaks softly and conscientiously, with the beautiful women he has met several times. The more he sees it, the more he feels unwilling. He really wants to marry, and he shouldn’t marry. This is useless to him, and he doesn’t really like it. Woman.

To marry her, it is better to marry the favorite sister Lin in my heart.

With a move in Liang Jingxuan's heart, he looked for Lin Qianshuang among the Penglai immortal disciples. It took him a long time to find her behind the crowd.

Senior Sister Lin was talking happily with an unfamiliar young man dressed in the costume of the inner disciple of the Spiritual Sword Sect. Her cheeks seemed to be shy and her head lowered, and the soft right arm and body on the right were carefully and cautiously by the young man. Hold on, the distance between the two is just right, unobtrusive and not overly close.

At first glance, their relationship is extraordinary, and even close to each other.

Liang Jingxuan looked at the young man with hostility, and looked a little angry at Lin Qianshuang's smile.

When did Senior Sister Lin meet this disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, why didn't she tell him?

Liang Jingxuan has always been confident in his ability to attract women, but now he feels that he has stumbled. No matter which woman he provoked leaves him, he doesn't care.

Only Senior Sister Lin, if she really empathizes with other people, he is like being taken away from something important. He was reluctant and couldn't let go.

All the Tianzi rooms in the inn have only one single bed.

In order to avoid suspicion, Lin Qianshuang wanted to find a junior sister or senior sister to change rooms, or return to the original Central Profound Room, but to her surprise, she knocked on the door and asked all the way, and no female sister was willing to exchange with her. .

When she mentioned that the celestial room to be replaced needed to live with Xiao Lan, the group of female nuns hesitated one by one.

A female cultivator in the opposite room seemed to feel that Lin Qianshuang was noisy and clean. She pushed the door to persuade and said: "Sister Lin, Sister Xiao has a serious cleanliness addiction. How dare we live with her? After tossing for a long time, one night of insomnia, don't embarrass us."

"Yes, Senior Sister Lin, don't embarrass us."

"Tomorrow we are going to compete with Lingxiao Sword Sect, we need to go to bed earlier."

The other female nuns also agreed, closing the door of the room with the same attitude.

Lin Qianshuang looked at the elusive escapism of the senior sisters, and was stunned. Xiao Lanle had a serious cleanliness addiction. Why didn't she notice?

She clearly remembered that when she was in Cangshu Pavilion, she put a used quilt on Xiao Lanle, but she didn't say anything.

Lin Qianshuang's face was slightly thoughtful, and Junior Sister Xiao was willing to share something with her. It turned out that at that time, Junior Sister Xiao had an unusual affection for her.

The doors of the rooms closed in front of her.

Lin Qianshuang still kept her hand in the posture of pushing the door in. She reluctantly retracted her hand and was turned away by the seniors and sisters. She had no choice but to return to the original room and stay with Junior Sister Xiao. Child.

She wants to change rooms with her fellow teachers and sisters. In addition to avoiding suspicion, she still has a little personal element in it.

Lin Qianshuang sighed silently. She said such heavy words to Xiao Lanle, and Xiao Lanle had confessed to her under the marriage tree, she felt that two people would be uncomfortable staying in the same room at this moment.

"Sister Lin, what are you doing standing outside the door, it's frosty outside, why don't you come in?"

There are elongated shadows on the paper window, and the two people who are behind the thin window paper can see each other's gestures inside and outside the door.

Lin Qianshuang looked at the swaying shadow on the paper window, and Junior Sister Xiao seemed to be sitting on the table opposite the door. Is she waiting for her to return to the room?

After pushing the door open, Lin Qianshuang saw Xiao Lanle sitting motionless at the table. He didn't even look at her when he saw her coming in. It seemed to be self-conscious contemplation.

Lin Qianshuang's nervous heart relaxed a bit, holding the quilt taken from the second child and laying it neatly on the floor next to the bed. When she spread the quilt, she felt a bit of cold wind coming from her side, and she lifted it up. At the beginning, the wooden window in the house was open, and the bright moon in the sky was faintly visible.

Fearing that she would catch a cold in the middle of the night, she stretched out her hand to close the window. As she closed, the skin of her right arm, which could not be moved, felt a faint sensation of ointment.

Xiao Lanle held Lin Qianshuang's fractured right hand lightly, pulled her sleeve up, and evenly spread the ointment in the brocade box on her pale Shengxue skin, and then bowed her head and blew. Looking at Lin Qianshuang with deep eyes, she said slowly and depressively: "Senior Sister, how can you participate in tomorrow's contest with Lingxiao Sword Sect tomorrow with a right hand like you? The previous years' contests were all your heads. Array."

Lin Qianshuang smiled indifferently. She felt Xiao Lanle's loss. She deliberately pretended to be forced to enliven the atmosphere, and said in a funny tone: "Ahem, cough, cough, how can a real master care about things like left and right hands? Even if I don't use my hands, I can beat those disciples of the Spirit Cloud Sword Sect to kneel and beg for mercy."

What she said was the truth, if she really released the demonic pressure, let alone a disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, the heads of the two sects might not be able to bear it.

After Lin Qianshuang finished speaking, she was a little depressed to find that not only did she have no active atmosphere, Xiao Lan, the musician who applied the ointment to her, stopped, her lips trembled, and Duan Ya's beautiful face seemed to have "guilt" written on it. Two big characters, her eyes were covered with an unreal cold mist, and her entire face was wrinkled with bitter gourd.

"Sister, do you have a pendant on your neck?"

Xiao Lanle asked, staring at a string that fell out of Lin Qianshuang's neck.

The spirit stone that Fairy Jinghua gave her is absolutely reliable. Xiao Lanle can never see the clue, but why did she suddenly pay attention to the hanging chain on her neck?

Lin Qianshuang was vigilant, but her face looked as usual. She took the initiative to pull the rope out of the collar, and a black spirit stone swayed in the air and stopped on her chest, and she moved towards Xiao Lan with a warm voice. Said: "This is the spiritual stone that Master gave me. My physique is so special that I feel cold, so Master asked me to hang this spiritual stone to drive away the cold."

Xiao Lanle stretched out her hand, her slender fingers pinched the spirit stone on Lin Qianshuang's chest and looked at it carefully. This spirit stone overlapped with the spirit stone on the person who had been forced by her more than once in the vague memory.

A bad premonition spread in my heart.

Xiao Lanle suddenly remembered the time she was in a coma in the dining hall. When she woke up, when Senior Sister Lin was taking a bath with her back to her by the pool, the bruise marks on her waist and back, as well as the coma on the back of the sprinting leopard. When I woke up, I saw Senior Sister Lin sitting on the ground with disheveled clothes and red ears. She looked at her with a sullen look.

The time that Senior Sister Lin was in was in line with the blank period that she often had when she turned into a heart demon, and it was more consistent with the possible triggers.

And the accessories she wore were the same as those of the woman who was killed by her heart demon in the remnants of unclear memory.

Could it be that the woman who was brutally treated by her in the white mist in her mind was Senior Sister Lin.

Xiao Lanle's heart fell to the bottom in a moment, and every corner of her heart was frozen with regret and reprimand.

At the poolside of Xiaoyao Cave Mansion, she thought this was because Senior Sister Lin hadn't restrained her sloppy temperament and rolled with other men. At that time, she secretly despised her and that savage man’s shamelessness. It turned out that she was scolding in disguise. She is the "wild man" she thinks is shameless.

And when she woke up from Lingbao in Linzhong, she was also destined to be like Senior Sister Lin. She thought she was too excited to see Brother Liang, and her Xiao Lanle was Brother Liang’s unattended wife. The eyes were hostile to each other, and now I thought that Senior Sister Lin might be blaming her for her rudeness and angering her forgetfulness.

Xiao Lanle put the pendant down with a trembling hand. She thought of the surprise in Lin Qianshuang's eyes and the waveless facial expression when she showed her heart.

He was forced to do unwilling things twice in a row, but the wicked person who made the compulsive behavior knew nothing.

If it was her, faced with this kind of expression of someone who had hurt her, even if she liked the other person, she would feel disgusted and slap her twice and tell her to leave.

Sister Lin didn't embarrass her on the spot and had already given her enough face. Perhaps, in her heart, she had long been regarded as a rascal with two cheeky faces and playing with people's hearts.

Lin Qianshuang paid attention to Xiao Lanle's expression, and watched the dramatic emotional changes on her face, and her heart thumped a few times nervously.

No, could it be that her Zhuan Lingshi was recognized, or is Xiao Lanle already doubting her identity as a Demon Cultivator?

Lin Qianshuang's hand stretched out her five fingers under her sleeve and straightened it tightly. Once Xiao Lanle questioned her, she knocked people out and forcibly erased her memory of seeing the Zhuan Lingshi on her chest.

"Senior Sister, you don't have to hide from me anymore, has the demon in my heart done something like that to you, when I was in a coma."

"what?"

Lin Qianshuang’s straight nerves were twisted into twists at this unexpected sentence, which was completely not on the same channel. She couldn’t help but send out a single-character question mark with a dazed expression on her face. Xiao Lanle on the other side was as bright as a moonlight. Looking straight at her with penetrating eyes, it seemed that she wanted to see her inside and out.

Lin Qianshuang was stared at by this clear gaze, her emotions became inexplicably tense, her face flushed uncomfortably, and she couldn't help swallowing.

what's going on? Didn't Junior Sister Xiao just watch her Zhuan Lingshi? Why did the topic suddenly jump to this very embarrassing thing.

Xiao Lanle said with difficulty, seeing Lin Qianshuang's face stiff and red in embarrassment, she immediately understood the result of the problem.

The woman persecuted by the heart demon is the same Senior Sister Lin whom she now loves with her heart full of eyes.

Before she fell in love with each other, she did something inferior to the beloved, but she knew nothing.

Xiao Lanle put Lin Qianshuang's left hand against her chest, and put her body close to her, and said in a very low voice with a mute voice: "Why don't you tell me the traces on your body are all left by me? Come on, why didn’t you beat and scold me fiercely at that time, but still tolerate me, tolerate my misunderstanding again and again, you mocked you for hurting you."

Before Lin Qianshuang understood the situation, her eyes blinked inexplicably, and Xiao Lanle threw her eyes wet into her arms, leaned her head on her shoulder, sobbed and clutched her sleeves and said:

"Sister, don't look at me with gentle eyes anymore. I will feel very uncomfortable and painful because I hurt you. I have hurt you more than once by my out of control."