The villain's self-cultivation

Ruan Wan stared at the candied haws and hair tie in Jin Feiluan's hands, feeling that it had something to do with her.

In the next second, I saw Jin Feiluan walking towards him without the slightest hesitation. His slender figure felt very oppressive, and he frowned and handed him the candied haws.

Ruan Wan: "..."

Outrageous!What aspect of his behavior made Jin Feiluan think that he likes eating candied haws?

But since he bought it, he is not someone who would coldly brush off other people's kindness.

"Thank you, thank you..."

"It's okay. I just bought it when I saw it. I'm sorry just now. I just said it casually. I didn't know you would be so angry."

Ruan Wan licked the hard candy on the hawthorn fruit, it was so sweet, it flowed into his throat like honey water, he decided to change his mind towards Jin Feiluan.

What a young man, he looks a bit frivolous, but he is still very good and kind in nature. He is a fool and has a lot of money. He is probably the kind of prodigal who doesn't study spells well, and is stuffed with money and treasures by the teacher when he goes out. young people.

He felt that just for this bunch of candied haws, if there was a multi-party fight because of the spiritual veins, he would also protect this person. After all, as the prince of the demon clan, his mana was better than that of a young disciple of the cultivating sect.

On the other side, God of God of God, who was able to draw a tie with the only king of the Demon Race, or even slightly beat him by one or two, did not know that there was a person with disordered mana in his body and who was unable to protect himself, who wanted to protect him. He only felt that the little boy in front of him The appearance of the devil slowly licking the candied haws was a little dangerous, and his heart was beating fast against the thin skin of flesh, as if he had been hit by a gu.

But it seems that I have never heard that the people of the Demon Race know the art of witchcraft, nor have I heard that they know the art of charm.

But looking at the bright red lips stained with moist brown sugar color, the pink and tender tongue softly attached to the round hawthorn balls, the dark hair between the bowed heads slipping down to the thin white collarbone, and the crimson gauze skirt The snow-colored insteps dangling underneath...

He felt that maybe his research on the demons was not deep enough.

Jin Feiluan retreated to the table, poured himself a cup of cold tea, drank the cool tea, licked his lips, turned his face away and asked: "You seem to be very concerned about Rong Yue, do you know him?"

Ruan Wan wanted to say that he didn't know each other, he had never met Rong Yue in this world, but he was a little bit unwilling, after all, they had so much past and lingering love.

I have slept so many times.

He glanced at Jin Feiluan, reckoning that this person's identity was ordinary, even if he talked nonsense, nothing would be bad, so he simply admitted in a muffled voice: "I know him very well."

Jin Feiluan: "???"

He thought that it was possible to get to know each other, after all, after living for so many years, it is possible to have some intersections inadvertently, but what about "very familiar"?

They have reached the point of being "very familiar", shouldn't there be only one-sided acquaintances?

"Then... You said you are very familiar, what is your relationship with him?" He asked again in a strange way.

Then he saw Ruan Wan's face showing a strange expression of regret mixed with happiness and sweetness, and then it froze on the low one, with an imperceptible grievance in his voice: "Partner."

Jin Feiluan: "!!!"

What partner?his partner?

He really wanted to ask this beautiful idiot if he had some kind of hysteria, but staring at that pale, sad and beautiful face, his lips moved for a long time, but he couldn't ask a word.

"But he may not remember me anymore." Ruan Wan said again.

"what?"

Can not remember?

Jin Feiluan's expression changed, and a trace of anxiety rose inexplicably in his heart. He stood up and took two steps back and forth, quickly searching the memories in his mind, but he really couldn't find the part related to this person!

Could it be that there was a problem with his memory?

For tens of thousands of years, he has fought countless battles, big and small, but he is not strong enough to be unscathed. He has been injured, slept and retreated many times, could it be that something happened during these tens of thousands of years, and he forgot up?

He stared deeply at Ruan Wan and asked, "How old are you?"

"eighteen."

Jin Feiluan: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched, he sat down again dejectedly, and waved his hands wordlessly: "Little brat, eat your candy, stop thinking about it all day long."

He was very sure that his memory in the past 18 years has been consistent, and he has never slept or retreated once. This little devil is telling a story.

But for some reason, after that possibility became smaller, the lingering regret and disappointment in his heart gradually became clearer, shining in his mind like a shining light bulb, reminding himself of the inadvertent brewing. Those emotions and feelings that weren't right.

"It's fine if you don't believe it." Ruan Wan didn't care if he believed it or not, anyway, it was just a confession, and it didn't hinder or affect anything.

"Then if I believe it, what will happen to you in the future?" Jin Feiluan suddenly wanted to tease him, "Go to Rong Yue? Reconcile with him?"

"No," Ruan Wan bit the hawthorn, the feeling in his eyes was low but firm, "I don't want to appear in front of him again, every time he meets me, he will be very sad, this time, as long as he is safe and happy, I will leave far away."

Jin Feiluan was stunned, staring at this person, as if he had been punched hard in the chest, this novel feeling didn't surprise him, instead he frowned: "Why are you sad? What are you doing? What made him sad?"

Ruan Wan squinted at him: "Don't you believe it? Why are you so serious?"

"...listen to the story."

What if it was true?

Jin Feiluan shook his head, thinking that he must be crazy.

But this short paragraph is like a seed, buried in his heart and taking root, so that even he himself didn't realize that in his subconscious, Ruan Wan is no longer just that simple "little devil who may cause damage" up.

More complicated feelings were born in his heart.

He watched Ruan Wan eating candied haws obediently with his head down, and suddenly felt that if it was true, then he would not be sad because he met this person at all, but only unhappy because he would never meet him again.

As for safety and so on, even the god emperor and the devil can't threaten his life, so what else can make him "unsafe"?

After thinking for a while, Jin Feiluan raised his head, and asked with a tentative tone of deceiving children: "By the way, tonight there will be a fireworks display for the Lantern Festival outside. I heard that there will be street parades. It is very lively. Do you want to go and see it?" Is it? There are also a lot of snacks.”

"Well...but I don't have any money."

Ruan Wan had an innocent face, her petal-like lips were stained with water, and her long eyelashes were fluttering, but she didn't know that if she went outside with this appearance, countless people would rush to pay him.

The unconditional kind.

And Jin Feiluan raised the corner of his mouth: "It's easy to handle, you promise me a few things, I'll buy whatever you want."

The author says:

Rong Yue: A small expert in self-strategy!