Douluo: I became Qian Renxue's sister

Qian Ruyue changed into a clean set of clothes in gold and white, and went to Meng Yiran's room. She removed the knockout incense.

He turned and walked to the window, pushing it open with his right hand, allowing fresh air to flow into the room and dispel the lingering incense.

Then he sat quietly at the desk, reading a book in both hands, waiting quietly for Meng Yiran to wake up.

Time passed quietly as the pages of the book were turned, and twenty minutes later.

Meng Yiran's eyebrows twitched slightly, her fingers began to move slightly, and her breathing became slightly rapid. All this indicated that she was about to wake up from her sleep.

Meng Yiran's eyelashes trembled a few times, and her eyes slowly opened, revealing confused yet clear pupils. Her sight gradually focused and finally stopped on the roof.

Meng Yiran's fingers gently pressed on her forehead, as if trying to dispel the remaining sleepiness and the lingering scent of the incense.

Her voice was a little confused and tired. "How long have I been sleeping?"

"You slept for a day and a night." A pleasant voice came into Meng Yiran's ears.

Meng Yiran heard other voices besides her own. She immediately got up from the bed and stared vigilantly at Qian Ruyue who was sitting at the desk.

"who are you?"

When Qian Ruyue heard this question, she did not answer immediately. She slowly put down the book in her hand with an elegant and calm movement.

She stood up, left the chair, turned around and faced Meng Yiran.

Her movements revealed a kind of confidence and calmness, as if silently telling Meng Yiran that she had no hostility.

Meng Yiran's pupils shrank. She had never seen such a beautiful girl. Qian Ruyue's appearance was almost flawless, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were as bright as stars.

Her golden and white clothes further highlighted her noble temperament. Meng Yiran couldn't help but be a little dazed. She didn't expect that she would meet such a beautiful person.

Qian Ruyue looked at Meng Yiran's reaction and smiled slightly. Her smile was warm and kind, as if it could melt all the vigilance and alertness.

The clear water is full of mist and the willows are green, and the jade face is smiling. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless beauties in the world.

"My name is Qian, and I'm your savior. I brought you back when you were injured, and I healed your wounds."

Qian Ruyue's figure disappeared and suddenly appeared in front of Meng Yiran, her face less than one centimeter away from Meng Yiran's face.

"What do you mean by holding three flying knives in your right hand? Are you going to attack me? Is this how your elders taught you to repay your savior with hatred?"

Meng Yiran's heartbeat suddenly accelerated when Qian Ruyue suddenly appeared, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Qian Ruyue's figure disappeared like a phantom, and then appeared in front of her in an instant. This ability made Meng Yiran feel incredible.

Their faces were so close that Meng Yiran could almost feel Qian Ruyue's breath, and her heartbeat became irregular at such close contact.

Her face flushed and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her as she realized that her behavior might have been misunderstood.

Her right hand unconsciously clenched the throwing knife. This was her instinctive reaction when she was nervous.

She quickly adjusted her expression and tried to explain her behavior.

"No, no," Meng Yiran said hastily, with a hint of panic in her voice, "I just...it was just an instinctive reaction. I didn't mean to attack you, really, I..."

Before Meng Yiran finished speaking, Qian Ruyue had already started to laugh softly. She reached out and gently held Meng Yiran's hand that was holding the flying knife.

Then Qian Ruyue took the flying knife from Meng Yiran's hand, picked it up and looked at it, and said slowly: "Flying knife...hidden weapon."

While Qian Ruyue was still observing her flying knife, Meng Yiran quickly contacted his grandfather using the soul guide.

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In the Dragon Snake Valley in the south of the Tiandou Empire, in a magnificent castle, Chao Tianxiang was sitting on the bed in a daze, depressed. It had been a day and a night, and there was still no news from Meng Yiran.

At this time, Meng Shu hurriedly ran to Chao Tianxiang from outside and said, "Still contacted us, still contacted us."

When Chao Tianxiang heard Meng Shu's words, her originally furrowed brows instantly relaxed and she jumped up from the bed.

He eagerly grabbed Meng Shu's arm and asked, "How is Yi Ran? Where is she now? Is she injured?"

Meng Shu looked at Chao Tianxiang's anxious expression and was also worried, but he still tried his best to stay calm and replied: "Yi'an is fine, she is safe now. She just told me through the soul communication device that she is now fine in a sect near the Sunset Forest. This sect is called the Snow Moon Sect."

Chao Tianxiang said hurriedly, "Let's go and bring Yiran back. I'm worried about leaving her alone outside."

Meng Shu nodded. "That's right. We can't let Yi Ran take risks outside alone. Xueyue Sect? I've traveled the continent for many years and have never heard of this sect."

"It may be a rubbish sect, but it is still too important to our family. We can't take any risks. Let's set off quickly."

Chao Tianxiang and Meng Shu left the Dragon Snake Valley together and moved quickly towards the Sunset Forest.

Qian Ruyue thought that Meng Yiran’s love for hidden weapons was as deep as a person’s obsession with power.

Perhaps we can use Meng Yiran's love for hidden weapons as a breakthrough point to recruit Dragon Lord Meng Shu and his family to join the Xueyue Sect.

A breeze blew by, and the leaves outside the window rustled in the wind, and dozens of yellow leaves fell.

Qian Ruyue picked up a throwing knife and, in front of Meng Yiran's puzzled gaze, threw the knife at the falling leaves outside the window without even looking.

The flying knife was like a silver lightning, cutting through the air and making a slight sound.

Meng Yiran's eyes followed the flying knife closely, and saw it hit fifteen yellow fallen leaves with incredible precision. The tip of the knife penetrated the leaves and nailed them firmly to the tree trunk next to it.

Meng Yiran opened her eyes wide in surprise. She didn't expect Qian Ruyue to know how to use hidden weapons, and her flying knife skills were so superb. It looked so easy, as if it was just a little trick she could do easily.

She felt a natural admiration for Qian Ruyue, and at the same time developed a stronger interest in the art of flying knives.

"The way of hidden weapons is not only a skill, but also an art. It requires precise control, keen observation and calm judgment. Are you willing to explore this art with me?" Qian Ruyue's voice was full of temptation.

Meng Yiran's heartbeat quickened, and she felt an unprecedented excitement.

She knew that this might be a great opportunity for her to improve her hidden weapon skills. She looked at Qian Ruyue and said, "You want to teach me hidden weapons?"

Qian Ruyue nodded and said, "From the flying knives you carry with you, I know that you love flying knives and hidden weapons very much. I have seen your love and talent for hidden weapons, so I want to teach you."

"I do have a special liking for flying knives. They are like my friends and have accompanied me through many times." Meng Yiran's eyes flashed with deep affection for flying knives.