In the golden sedan chair, Yi Qinglan hid in a corner and lowered her head, her pretty face flushed red.
Recalling what had happened last night, she wished she could find a hole in the ground.
It was too embarrassing.
Last night, she was so agitated that she wanted to meditate by the bed.
In the end, she was hugged by Li Ran.
She originally wanted to get up and run, but she didn’t know if they were too close, but the red line on her wrist lit up automatically.
That inexplicable throbbing made her heart beat faster. Not to mention breaking free, she could not even lift her voice.
She was like a rigid puppet, and she fell asleep in Li Ran’s arms.
If it wasn’t for the fact that his breathing was even and steady, Yi Qinglan would have suspected that he was doing this on purpose.
Moreover, she did not know what he was dreaming about. His hands and feet were not honest at all…
“He’s indeed a prodigal son. He doesn’t forget to play dirty in his sleep!”
She no longer had the face to see people.
Li Ran looked at her in confusion.
“Sleepwalking? Daoist Yi walked into my bed last night?”
Pui!
Yi Qinglan took a small bite.
Why did these words sound weird?
She glared at Li Ran. “What, an Emperor-rank cultivator can’t sleepwalk?”
“That’s not true.” Li Ran scratched his head. “But since Daoist Yi is awake, why is she still sitting here?”
“This poor Daoist…”
Yi Qinglan turned her head and said in a low voice, “Cut off the Red Line first, or this poor Daoist won’t be able to use her strength…”
“Ah?” Li Ran looked at his wrist and saw that the red line was glowing faintly. “Strange, will this thing open automatically?”
He cut off the red line and the red light gradually dimmed. Only then did Yi Qinglan recover some strength.
But for some reason, the inexplicable throbbing in her heart did not subside.
Her mind was still agitated, unable to regain its calm.
Yi Qinglan looked at him faintly. “You little thief, tying this red line to this poor Daoist’s hands. Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused this poor Daoist?”
Li Ran smiled awkwardly. “This was indeed an accident… But I also said that if you give me another chance, I still hope to be bound to Daoist Yi.”
Yi Qinglan’s voice was filled with resentment. “Of course you’re willing, because this way, it’ll be easier to order this poor Daoist around.”
She didn’t mind sticking up for Li Ran.
However, this Red String of Fate had only tortured her, but it had no effect on Li Ran at all. The initiative was in his hands, which made her uncomfortable.
Li Ran shook his head and said, “I thought Daoist Yi was a friend and never intended to order you around.”
“Friend?” Yi Qinglan was a little unfamiliar with this term.
As the head of Tianshu Institute and the head of White Cloud Peak, only a few people had the same status as her.
She had disciples, enemies, followers, and hatred…
However, it seemed like no one had ever said that they wanted to be friends with her.
A Nascent Soul cultivator who treated an Emperor-level powerhouse as a friend seemed ridiculous to outsiders, but Yi Qinglan felt a little warm.
Her eyes trembled and she said softly, “Then tell me, why do you want to be bound to this poor Daoist?”
She suddenly felt nervous and expectant.
Li Ran said seriously, “Daoist Yi is the leader of the Righteous path, and I am the Sheng Zi of the Devil Dao. Logically speaking, I wouldn’t have any interactions with him in this lifetime.
“But now I can sit with you. I can see your cute face and I can feel your gentle heart.”
“To me, this is the real use of the Red String of Fate.
“I’m really happy to know Daoist Yi like that.”
Yi Qinglan stared blankly at him.
She was flustered and she covered her face. Even her slender neck was dyed red, and her heart was about to jump out.
The Dao of Forgetting Emotions, the heavenly secrets, no longer existed at this moment.
She covered her chest, her eyes misty.
“You annoying fellow, are you trying to kill this poor Daoist?”
Li Ran also asked, “Then if Daoist Yi chooses again, will you catch the red line?”
Yi Qinglan turned her head and gently bit her lips.
After a long while, she said in a low voice, “If we do it again, this poor Daoist will definitely kill you!”
Li Ran’s lips twitched. “That can’t be, right?””
Hmph!
Yi Qinglan’s eyes were filled with hatred.
She was the first to protect Li Ran for the sake of Lin Langyue’s path to immortality, but she never thought that she would be dragged into it.
“If I had known, I would have killed him with one strike.”
She muttered in a low voice, but her eyes shone brightly. How could she have any killing intent?
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Yi Qinglan regained some of her strength and looked at the messy Daoist robe on her body. Her pretty face had a fever.
She hurriedly left the bed and sat down by the window.
Li Ran didn’t mind. He stood up and stretched his muscles. He sighed comfortably.
With his current cultivation, eating, sleeping, and bathing were no longer necessary, but he was still willing to spend his time on it.
To him, this was a natural pleasure.
Meditation and cultivation were too boring.
At this moment, Yi Qinglan said, “Little thief, come over here.”
Li Ran walked to her and sat down. “What do you want, Daoist Yi?”
Yi Qinglan hesitated for a moment before taking out a token and placing it in front of him.
“What is this?” asked Li Ran.
He picked it up and took a look.
The token seemed to be made of white jade, with a transparent texture and a gentle feel. On it was inscribed the Flying Cloud Road.
Yi Qinglan cleared her throat and said, “This is the Tianshu Institute’s token. With this token in hand, you can enter the Tianshu Institute’s mountain gate as you, or you can climb White Cloud Peak.”
Li Ran was stunned. “Why did Daoist Yi give me this?”
Yi Qinglan harrumphed. “Didn’t you feel uncomfortable because this poor Daoist didn’t give you a gift? Then this poor Daoist will give you one.”
Actually, she had already prepared this item, but she was too embarrassed to give it…
Li Ran put away the token and said seriously, “Thank you, Daoist Yi. I like it very much.”
Yi Qinglan looked flustered. “What, what do you like?”
Li Ying smiled and said,” In the future, I will often go to White Cloud Peak to play with you.”
Yi Qinglan glared at him. “This poor Daoist doesn’t have the time to play with you!”
“Okay.”
“But if you’re free, you can come over and sit down…”
Li Ran looked at her and said with a smile, “Actually, Daoist Yi gave me a gift long ago.”
Yi Qinglan asked in confusion, “What did this poor Daoist give you?”
“The Clear Heart Curse.” Li Ran said, “That spell is amazing. It replenishes Soul Energy very quickly.”
Yi Qinglan was taken aback as she frowned, “You can use the Clear Heart Curse… to replenish Soul Energy?”
“That’s right.”
Seeing that she didn’t believe him, Li Ran sat cross-legged and activated the Clear Mind Curse.
Yi Qinglan’s bright eyes were filled with astonishment as she looked at the man in front of her with pure Daoist techniques.
“He actually didn’t need to forget his feelings to be able to use the Clear Heart Curse? How is this possible?
“The Clear Heart Curse can only be cultivated by personal disciples. Does that mean that I can be considered his master?
“This poor Daoist actually slept on the same bed as his disciple… She’s really going to die!”
