Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

Lu Ziran shouted Ruan Qiuqiu's name again and waited a few seconds anxiously in the same place.

Ten minutes ago, he arrived at the Yanwol tribe, and Ben was ready to wait for a while before asking about Ruan Qiuqiu's news, but Shi Aotian's luck was good, and he met Xie Yu as soon as he arrived.

Xie Yu and Lu Ziran are warriors of several nearby demon tribes, and they will meet each year when they meet in autumn, so they know each other.

Xie Yu was a little surprised to see Lu Ziran, "Lu Ziran? How come you came to our Yanwol tribe?"

Lu Ziran and him politely went back and forth for a while, and then he casually heard, "Isn't there a tribe married in our tribe before? The patriarch let me come over to see if she is still alive."

Xie Yu's expression is a little strange, "You said Ruan Qiuqiu?"

"Yeah, is she dead?" Lu Ziran was not surprised. After all, he didn't think Ruan Qiuqiu could survive.

Hearing his words, Xie Yu's expression was even stranger, "She is not dead."

"Not only did he not die, he was arrogant." The thought of Ruan Qiuqiu threatening him with the curse on his body that day, Xie Yu hated her teeth.

"Don't die?" Lu Ziran was really surprised. His heroic face sank. "Is that Yuan Jue dead?"

Yuan Jue died, so Ruan Qiuqiu survived.

Xie Yu grinded her teeth after grinding, "Yuan Jue would have died if she died, but listening to Ruan Qiuqiu's tone, the wolf is still alive and capable of being close to her."

Hearing the word "Intimacy", Lu Ziran's expression was completely distorted. He asked in disbelief, "You said that Ruan Qiuqiu is intimate with the wolf?"

Xie Yu was taken aback by the lion's sudden high voice, but he looked at the lander Ran Tieqing's face, and soon understood that the lion was probably using Ruan Qiuqiu as his "prey". Other demon together, no.

This is the same as him.

To understand this layer, Xie Yu's eyes rolled, and a strategy came into his mind. He deliberately added oil and vinegar and said, "Yeah, she said it personally, and said that they have been intimate for seven or eight times. I didn't believe it. But the smell on her is really strong ... "

Lu Ziran's distorted expression was about to drip. He tried hard to restrain the inexplicable anger rising from the bottom of his heart, and gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is the **** woman and the disabled wolf demon?"

Xie Yu was delighted to see him hook.

He pretended to be surprised and concealed the "curse" thing in Yuan Jue. He deliberately said, "Zi Ran, what do you want to do? Do you know the power of our former leader? Even if he is already a disabled big bad wolf, his strength Retreat, but there should be more than three orders, do you want to shoot him? "

"Oh." Lu Ziran sneered, "Tier 3?"

Just a few days ago, he had reached the fourth-order bottleneck, and he was afraid that he would not be able to beat a crippled big bad wolf, whose strength had regressed to more than third-order?

He changed his mind. He will kill Yuan Jue today and take Ruan Qiuqiu back to the dungeon.

When the beast tide comes, let the lion in the "dream" push her down and die for him.

She should have died for him, what is it with other demon now?

betray?

It's just a silly toolman who dares to betray him.

He asked Xie Yu to show him the way and rushed to Ruan Qiuqiu's cave with an angry expression, planning to confront Ruan Qiuqiu.

But what made Lu Ziran even more angry was that Ruan Qiuqiu, a silly toolman, dared to ignore himself.

He suddenly became more angry.

——Ruan Qiuqiu was hiding behind the giant wood whose skin was almost bald, and she glanced at Lu Ziran ’s complexion from afar, fortunately she had just believed her instincts and hid all the things she harvested today without taking half a piece Spirit stone on the body.

She has been away from the Wind Lion Tribe for more than ten days. Why did Lu Ziran come to her?

Ruan Qiuqiu was thinking, and heard Lu Ziran, who was getting closer to the cave, had a louder voice. He stopped about three or four meters from the cave entrance, took a deep breath, and shouted into the cave, "Ruan Qiuqiu! I know you are not dead! "

Ruan Qiuqiu "...?" Of course she did not die. Is there any disease in the brain of this lion? ? ?

Before Ruan Qiuqiu had finished speaking, he saw that Lu Ziran, who was still unresponsive, was not calm.

She glanced at the landing son Ran and was about to rush directly into the cave. She would not know that Ruan Qiuqiu, who secretly went out to hunt for a wolf, was instantly worried--

Would n’t the scum lion deliberately come to trouble Mr. Big Bad Wolf through her name?

Although Mr. Big Bad Wolf can beat a third-order monster too quickly, he may not be able to beat Lu Ziran, who is blessed by the Lion's Aura.

In case two monsters meet, it will do no harm to Mr. Wolf.

Thinking of this, Ruan Qiuqiu did not care about anything else, but just gritted his teeth and slowly came out from behind the giant wood.

She lowered her head and grasped the spear in her hand as if she had just walked back from the outside, deliberately making the sound of walking loud.

Lu Ziran heard the sound from behind, immediately stopped the footsteps about to enter the cave, turned his head, and saw the rugged Ruan Qiuqiu at a glance-

She was worse than she had been in the tribe before. She was already very thin and now she is even thinner.

The animal skin coat she wore was ragged, her legs and legs were covered with dirt, mixed with some plant residues, her hair was messy, and there was blood on her face. With the dirt, she blocked most of her face, making her look very Embarrassed.

Seeing her living so poorly and so embarrassed, the anger and strangeness in Lu Ziran's heart dissipated a little

Leaving the tribe, leaving his end is like this.

Looking at Ruan Qiuqiu, I'm afraid I haven't eaten a full meal since I left the tribe.

Lu Ziran glimpsed that there was something wrong with her walking. Thinking of Xie Yu's previous words of "being intimate for several times", she was angry and gloated with joy-

Ha ha, the wolf clan's thing is more fierce than their lion clan's, the abnormal wolf must not be gentle, she might be wounded, what a pity.

But this is the end of betrayal.

Lu Ziran suppressed her anger and shouted at her, "Ruan Qiuqiu!"

Ruan did n’t even know that he was hurt by Mr. Big Bad Wolf. It was pitiful. Qiuqiu pretended that he had just heard him call him, and looked up in a trance, showing a puzzled expression.

Looking at Ruan Qiuqiu's familiar expression of dementia, Lu Ziran's anger gradually faded, and his expression calmed down, and he continued to growl.

Ruan Qiuqiu took the opportunity to stop and was separated from the **** lion by five or six meters, looking far away.

This is the first time Ruan Qiuqiu has seen Lu Ziran sober. He is taller than she remembered. His figure is standard for the male owner. He is wearing a black animal skin coat that is several times better than her big wolf. A long black-brown hair was draped behind him, his eyes were deep, and he took a **** pig's trotter with his own aura, which looked very unruly.

Hey, there is nothing great about having a male halo. If she can hunt such a good skin and make a new suit for Mr. Big Bad Wolf, even if he disfigures his face, he will definitely crush Lu Ziran.

Ruan Qiuqiu looked away from Lu Ziran, pretending he didn't recognize him, but lowered his head and staggered toward the cave a little bit.

She clenched her spear tightly, praying at the bottom of her heart that the smelly lion knew him, and quickly rolled away, away from her.

Ruan Qiuqiu's strategy of acting silly worked a little. Lu Ziran saw that she seemed to have been tortured and lost her consciousness. The anger in her heart gradually dissipated, and a trace of pity was replaced instead-

Maybe, Ruan Qiuqiu was forced to be "intimate" by the perverted wolf when he was unconscious.

Ruan Qiuqiu was not always normal when he was in the Wind Lion tribe.

The deceased former clan witch has said that her soul may not be complete, and she will always stay silly for a while before she becomes a little sober.

Therefore, the people and demon in the wind lion tribe are also accustomed to her soberness and stupidity most of the time.

The people and demons in the tribe always thought Ruan Qiuqiu liked him before, but they were not.

It was just that he was kind-hearted and helped her once when she was rarely sober. Ruan Qiuqiu remembered him about it and always depended on him subconsciously.

She didn't like to go out when she was not awake, and sometimes she was mentally retarded when she was awake. In the eyes of others, she naturally liked him.

Although Lu Ziran knew this, he never explained it, and also condoned Rou Yueluo's hostility towards her.

Several women like him, and the feeling of being jealous for his style is not something that a dedicated lion can experience.

Moreover, Ruan Qiuqiu's face is not bad. Although he does not have the talent for cultivation, it also means that there is no harm. Being "loved" by her is a thing that pleases him without any burden.

Perhaps, Ruan Qiuqiu was really forced.

Thinking of this, Lu Ziran felt better again.

He called her softly, and his voice softened. "Qiuqiu, it's me, Lu Ziran, I'm here to save you."

Ruan Qiuqiu "..." She was about to vomit in the trough.

Ruan Qiuqiu heard Lu Ziran's gentle voice and felt that she was about to crack.

Mr. Ruan Qiuqiu was just about to crack, and after more than thirty meters, Mr. Big Bad Wolf, who had bruises and bruises all over the body, hunted for food, and hurriedly hurried back, heard Lu Ziran ’s mouth saying “Come to save you , I just felt that the wound just kicked by the bison was even more painful.

Suddenly he lost his strength and slid his big palm. The first-order buffalo that was easy to hunt and processed, fell into the snow.

At the risk of being trampled to death, three eggs stolen from the nest of a large group of horrible birds also rolled to the ground.

Yuan Jue leaned back against the roots of the giant wood, and his lips overflowed with blood. The demon consciousness spread uncontrollably to Lu Ziran, his palms clenched tightly, and his long, narrow gray-blue eyes with no focal length became scarlet sometime , Full of unwilling killing intentions.