Seeing the girl crouched in front of him with her hands over her head, Jiang Lin's mouth fell slightly open as he blinked...
Why did he feel like this girl was a little dazed and adorable...?
Jiang Lin could tell at a glance that this girl wasn't human!
But... if she wasn't human, why didn't she have the slightest trace of Demonic Qi?
Realizing that she had lost her composure, Shu Lu gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her index finger, picked up the book and hugged it to her chest, then slowly stood up. Jiang Lin could even see the faint tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
This made Jiang Lin wonder whether she really was one of the disciples of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Demon Race World.
She was kind of cute...
Shu Lu was just like her name, dressed in pale-green clothes. Although Jiang Lin didn't particularly like green, the pale-green dress set off the girl's delicate features beautifully.
She wasn't as bewitching as Shui Chan, nor as aloof as Senior Tian Fang. She also lacked Qin Er's mischievous charm. In terms of appearance alone, although she couldn't compare with Senior Tian Fang and Qin Er, she was still very attractive—roughly on par with Shui Chan?
What stood out most was her pleasant aura, like a wisp of fresh breeze.
She simply stood before you, giving off the sweet fragrance of grass in the morning! It was as if she existed, yet also as if she didn't, just like her little bear-bread buns that were there when you said they were there, and not there when you said they weren't.
Still, Jiang Lin quickly steadied his mind. He was determined not to let his values run after his