Chapter 562 Shen Yanwen is beyond help
The flower curtain was slowly opened, and what kind of person was that... Like a cold moon on a snowy mountain, black hair cascades like a waterfall, her eyes are like clear water, and her lips are as red as petals.
Black hair, white skin, red lips, she has an alluring look, but when she looks up, she has a distant and cold feeling.
The moment she looked over, it was as if she was looking into her heart.
Ranran knew that Shen Yanwen's heart was beating uncontrollably, each beat louder than the last.
Everything in the world seemed to have lost its sound and color, leaving only the person in front of me and the sound of her heartbeat.
Ran Ran stood there in a daze, feeling that the goddess had returned to the mortal world.
The one who broke all this beauty was the man in red.
He walked between the two of them, blocking their line of sight.
"If you look at me again, I will dig your eyes out~" Qin Siyi smiled gently, but there was malice in his eyes, like a gorgeous but poisonous flower.
Lord Yi turned his back to his beloved prince, the smile on his face disappeared completely, and his hostile gaze was like poisoned needles piercing Ranran.
It is really chilling to hear this person say such cruel words in such a lingering tone.
Ran Ran immediately lowered her head, alarm bells ringing in her heart: Absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely don't let this person notice her!
In fact, the situation is already very clear. Combined with the rumors she had heard in the front mountain before, this man in red, Lord Yi, is probably the only attendant on this Wu Mountain.
It was just as the rumors said: gorgeous and fierce.
He is also extremely possessive and lacks self-confidence.
This can be seen from the fact that he came riding a white tiger to investigate the situation as soon as everyone entered Wushan.
The disdainful words he said to everyone were not just a show of power.
After all, if he really didn't care about these candidates and had unshakable confidence in his position, he should have ignored them all.
Ran Ran knew that this was already the third Wushan selection. Except for the first one which basically did not count, the disciples sent by various sects in the second selection were not outstanding talents in the sect, but outer disciples who were not valued, which was basically equivalent to disciples with average cultivation.
Ranran guessed that Lord Yi really did not feel threatened during that selection.
But this time is different.
Three of the seven major clans directly sent their direct bloodlines, and Luo Jinghua was the well-deserved successor to the Luo family.
The candidates this time are much better than last time.
Lord Yi must have known the news, which is why he tried to show off his strength and intimidate everyone when the candidates first arrived in Wushan.
At the same time, it is also a declaration of how special he is in Wushan.
This was not just Ranran's guess. The gossip that Yun Qingxi had gotten out of the front mountain before could prove this.
Because the people who participated in the selection last time never mentioned the existence of such a Lord Yi in Red on Wu Mountain.
The disciples sent in previous years were average in all aspects, so the man in red was not worried, and so he did not show up until the one-year period was up. This made him very mysterious in everyone's mind, and thus he became the only retainer of the mysterious but beloved Wushan.
But the disciples selected this time were excellent. Not only was he panicked, he also wanted to know at the first time what these people who might shake his position were like.
Thinking in this way, the rumors about his poor qualifications are very likely to be true.
This is not good news. If Lord Yi is not qualified, then the candidates coming to Wushan will probably be regarded as thorns in his side.
Ran Ran immediately came to his senses, forced himself to look away, and saluted like the Wushan guard he had seen in the front mountain before, while lowering his head without saying a word.
Her heart was still beating wildly. Was the woman in white in front of her the legendary saint?!
The confused brain finally began to react.
It can only be like this, otherwise, who else on this Wushan Mountain can make Lord Yi timidly call out the word "Your Highness".
After a moment of silence, Qin Siyi's voice rang out above Ran Ran's head, "Look at the way you salute..."
"Are you a Holy White Guard? But you are clearly wearing the clothes of a familiar?"
His tone was hesitant, and he was obviously not fooled by Ran Ran's simple greeting. "Did I see you in the front mountain?"
Ran Ran had already broken out in a cold sweat, constantly thinking about how to explain her suspicious behavior.
"Get up."
The clear and melodious voice is hers.
Ran Ran stood up straight, but still kept his eyes down and did not look up.
Within her field of vision, she saw Lord Yi grabbing the Saint's sleeve and shaking it, and calling her "Your Highness" in a flattering manner that was almost enough to make her sick to death.
What about the saint? What would her expression be?
On the one hand, Ranran was shocked that she was thinking about such a thing at such a moment, but on the other hand, she couldn't help thinking about it.
Shen Yanwen, please don't love her too much. It makes her unable to control herself...
Hearing that Lord Yi could act so intimately and coquettishly with the Saint, Ranran felt a little sour in her heart.
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She was at a loss, not knowing what to feel.
Ranran was thinking in her heart, but she saw the pair of white hands pushing Qin Siyi's hands away.
Amidst the great confusion, tiny bits of joy sprouted out of the ground like young sprouts.
She seemed unable to control her mood now, Ranran thought helplessly.
In a short period of time, her emotions fluctuated greatly. She really admired Shen Yanwen for being so emotional for a stranger he had just met.
What's the difference between this and putting your own neck under someone else's knife?
If your emotions are dominated by others, your life and death will be dominated by others.
This is the realization that Ranran came to as his accustomed emotions faded.
For a moment, Ran Ran could feel two pairs of eyes looking at her, one was from that Lord Yi, who made her dare not relax, and the other was from...
The gaze was vague, lingering on her lips, nose tip, and eyelashes, like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror. When Ranran wanted to confirm it carefully, it disappeared with the slightest change.
"Mo Yi."
Ranran heard the saint's soft call, and an unfathomable atmosphere immediately appeared at the scene.
Ran Ran lowered her head, and suddenly a black robe appeared in her sight, intersecting with the saint's white long skirt that was winding on the ground. It was obviously a very ordinary scene, but it seemed to be imprinted in her heart.
I don't know what the saint said, but the man in the ink-colored robe began to move closer, and then a fiery red stone appeared in Ranran's sight.
The man in black handed the stone to her eyes. Ranran reached out to take it. Warmth immediately emanated from the stone, warming her limbs.
Ranran still had her head down, but she knew that she had just sighed in her heart, a very, very long sigh.
This is too much! Shen Yanwen must love her even more now!
At the same time, the emotions belonging to Shen Yanwen rose up in her heart uncontrollably, and she still felt sour and numb.
She couldn't figure out what it was about.
But Ranran was sure that her lips must have been frozen purple just now, otherwise how could the kind-hearted Saint Lady see her embarrassment so easily.
After making this clear, a tiny bit of joy exploded in Ranran's heart.
Blood mixed with unspeakable shyness rushed and gathered at her earlobes.
The beating heart beats in unison.
What kind of feeling is this, Ranran thought helplessly.
It's probably the feeling of being completely in love...
Shen Yanwen is beyond help.
