Demonic Cult's Enchantress

Although Fairy He was about to leave the sect once more and travel the world with you, she missed you too much and sneaked out early to meet you. She also shared the carefully made Black Blood Coagulation Paste with you.

You consumed the exquisite Black Blood Coagulation Paste. Strength +3, Charm +2, Physical Strength +4, Level +2.

Current Spiritual Energy Level: 36.

Early the next morning, bright sunlight pierced through the glass and shone on He Qing's face. She opened her eyes groggily.

She stared at the unfamiliar surroundings for a moment before realizing where she was.

She turned to look at Lin Zhengran, who was still sound asleep. Her little mouth clamped shut, not daring to breathe. Set off by the light and shadows, Lin Zhengran's profile was sharply defined, making him look even more handsome than from the front.

The shy Little He Qing saw that a corner of the blanket covering him had slipped down and wanted to pull it back up for him, but the moment she raised her hand, she suddenly touched something hard in Lin Zhengran's pants pocket.

It felt like a card? Curious, she lowered her head to check. Since a corner of it was already sticking out, it was easy to pull out.

Little He Qing opened it and took a look, only to find that it was not a card, but a small folded poster.

"Child Star Music Studio? What's this?" She flipped the poster over, and suddenly her fingers seemed to get something on them. It was from the poster. The substance had no color, so Little He Qing brought it to the tip of her nose and smelled it.

The scent was fragrant and a little familiar, but she could not remember what it was right away.

Little He Qing's movements woke Lin Zhengran with a start, and she instinctively hurried to put the poster back into his pocket.

Lin Zhengran asked curiously, "You're awake?"

Little He Qing sat up. "I'm awake." She smoothed the loose strands of hair on her face, afraid she might look bad to him. "Did you sleep well yesterday? I slept pretty well beside you."

Lin Zhengran yawned and checked the time, replying, "Not bad." Inwardly, he sighed that being young was great. Even in this kind of environment, he had still slept soundly.

"It's seven. I'll take you to breakfast in a bit, then you can take the bus back."

"Okay." She nodded like a chick pecking at rice, then helped Lin Zhengran smooth down the hair sticking up on his head.

The two of them left the compound, casually ate some breakfast, and Lin Zhengran bought He Qing's ticket for her.

The little girl was still very happy the whole time, but she was also thinking about what that scent had been, all the way until the two of them waved goodbye.

They each boarded trains going in opposite directions. On the train, Little He Qing's eyes suddenly widened as she finally realized it.

"Hand cream! A girl's hand cream!"

By evening again, there was one more heartbroken person in this city.

In Han Wenwen's bedroom, the fox hugged a pillow and looked in confusion at He Qing, who had returned safe and sound.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Little He Qing sniffled and shook her head with teary eyes.

"Did you not have fun with that good big brother of yours yesterday?"

Little He Qing wiped her tears, but the words in her mouth poured out nonstop. "I did~ We ate noodles, and we ate the chocolate I made. He even praised me and said it was delicious. At night, we talked for a long time too. I was especially happy yesterday." Her tone was both happy and aggrieved.

"Then did he bully you? Did he do something to you that you didn't want?" Han Wenwen was puzzled.

"No. He was very good to me. He definitely wouldn't do anything to me that I didn't want." She became even more aggrieved.

Han Wenwen blinked her Fox Eyes in confusion and tilted her head. "Then why are you all teary-eyed? Don't tell me you're crying because you're happy?"

He Qing sobbed, her voice choking. "It's all my fault. It's all because I haven't stayed by his side all these years... He..." With a wail, she cried, "There seems to be another girl around him, and that girl must be really pretty. What should I do, Wenwen?!"

Actually, Little He Qing had long expected Lin Zhengran to be popular, because it had already been like that before she left.

On top of that, during the phone calls over the past four years, she had also noticed that girls seemed to appear around Lin Zhengran from time to time, so she had prepared herself mentally in advance to join the battle.

But when she personally... personally smelled something another girl had touched on him with her own nose, her emotions still snapped all at once.

It was just that the current Little He Qing was no longer the Little He Qing from back then. Crying did not mean admitting defeat. Before Lin Zhengran made his stance clear, she would absolutely never admit defeat!

A few days later, accompanied by the heat of late summer, New City First High School officially began the school year.

Lin Zhengran went to the school with Jiang Xueli to register.

"Big Dummy, do you know where registration is?"

"Just follow me."

Jiang Xueli clasped her hands behind her back and fantasized beside him, but her mouth refused to admit it. "Do you think we'll end up in the same class? Although I don't want to see you every day, maybe life is just that unsatisfying?"

Before long, the two of them arrived at the registration area. Lin Zhengran pointed at the class placement list. "Look, things went your way. We're not in the same class. Happy?"

Jiang Xueli clenched her little fists in anger and retorted with her eyes shut, "Happy, my foot! I hate you so much!"

Women were just such strange creatures. Her wish had clearly come true, but she still was not happy.

However, after Lin Zhengran carefully checked the class placement list, he suddenly froze.

Because he found that this list was a little cursed.

In Middle School Class One were Lin Zhengran and Han Wenwen.

In Middle School Class Three were Jiang Xueli... and He Qing.

Sweat had already formed on Lin Zhengran's forehead. Although nothing had happened yet, he vaguely felt that his middle school life was going to be anything but ordinary.

He parted ways with the huffy Jiang Xueli and went to a different classroom.

The Class One classroom was lively and bustling. They were clearly brand-new faces, but Lin Zhengran somehow felt as if everyone was already familiar.

The little circles had already begun to take shape.

Han Wenwen arrived a little late, and the classroom was already full.

But the moment she walked into the classroom, Lin Zhengran realized that this Fox's arrival would draw away every boy their age's gaze.

Her figure, her looks, her eyes, her bearing—none of the details were perfect on their own, yet put together, they achieved an almost perfect balance.

In the next decade or so, she would probably make a fairly large number of boys still remember that there had been a Han Wenwen in Middle School they could never have, unable to forget her, dreaming of her often, bewitched out of their minds.

Then they would mutter to themselves, "If only I'd been a little more persistent back then." They still wouldn't have caught her.

On the first day of enrollment, every new student had to introduce themselves at the podium. Han Wenwen stood there with a smiling squint. "Hello, everyone, I'm Han Wenwen. I hope that in the coming year, I can become the best of friends with all of you."

From below, Lin Zhengran helplessly studied the boys' blushing faces.

He thought to himself that this girl really was terrifying, but it had nothing much to do with him.

Until the Class Teacher said from the front, "All right, then Han Wenwen, please sit beside Lin Zhengran. From now on, you two will be deskmates."

Never mind Lin Zhengran freezing in place; even Han Wenwen looked over at Lin Zhengran in some surprise.

Their eyes met from afar. Han Wenwen slowly came to his side with graceful poise, smiling as she repeated what she had said half a year ago: "If we're fated, we'll meet again." Her expression carried a trace of allure. "I didn't expect those words to come true, Lin Zhengran."

Lin Zhengran: "."

You had indeed encountered the Enchantress of the demonic sect again. The moment she appeared, she bewitched countless fellow cultivators. You noticed that, for some reason, she seemed rather interested in you, and thought to yourself that this world truly was full of danger, and you had to be careful. Of course, perhaps this was also some kind of opportunity.

Thank you to the big shot "Black Sun Kuuga" for the tip of 100 Qidian Coins.

Thank you to the big shots "You Can Call Me Feathered Immortal," "Medical Monk," "Fantasizing of Dying Without Worry," "Emperor Biao," "Dongyun Huixue," "Flame Nightmare," "Unregretful Years, Scattered Youth," "Great Fate Poem," and "Blue Chocolate" for the monthly tickets.

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