Junior Sister Shefeng and Her Suppliers

The little junior sister who is afraid of society × the senior brother who reads the mind and kills the god This is where a daily routine of group favorites in the world of cultivation begins - **Everyone knows that Xiao Zhenbao, the junior sister of the Hehuan Sect, has a peerless appearance, a cold temperament, and is surrounded by magic weapons. She is neither easy to mess with nor dare to mess with. But no one knows that this seemingly unattainable iceberg beauty is actually a person with severe social fear who came from time-to-time and whose soul is frantically posting "Help" messages. However, her cold mask was completely seen through by Mo Linyuan, the Sword Sect's God of Killing. This swordsman genius who could hear her voice found that her inner drama was ridiculously rich. On the outside, she "don't bother me", but on the inside, she was "helping, saving, saving, saving." He was extremely addicted to her contrasting cuteness, and while silently eradicating all threats, he accurately fed her the sense of security she needed. His master Yu Jizi, the head of the Hehuan Sect, was both beautiful and violent. While complaining that his apprentice had "blinded his face in vain", he wished he could give her all the armor elixirs in the world. Senior brother Mo Yuan is calm and reliable, silently strengthening all the defensive formations in her cave; The second senior brother Su Qingyan hides a knife behind his smile, and the sugar pills he gives can poison the Yuanying; Third senior brother Ling Wuchen passed by thousands of flowers, and the gifts he gave were all carrying the legend of a confidante; Fourth senior sister Chi Lian has a fiery temper, and the explosive power of the talisman she was given is comparable to a natural disaster; Fifth Senior Sister Han Yanren doesn't talk much, but the escape talisman she was given can travel thousands of miles in an instant Small theater: "Why doesn't she dare to look at me?" (Mo Linyuan was confused) "Because his eyes are so fierce! But his waist is so thin! What am I thinking!" (Xiao Zhenbao screams inwardly) "Oh, it turns out you like my waist." (Mo Linyuan's lips raised slightly)