Something Doesn't Seem Right About the Saint I'm Flirting With.

Yan Huanchao has never had such a comfortable plan in his life. As a witch from the Hehuan Sect, she is notorious and being hunted down is a common occurrence. This time, the spiritual grass she was eyeing was hidden in a secret realm that only Wen Xuemian could enter. It doesn't matter. If she can't get in, just follow her. Just wait until the end and grab it. It is rumored that Wen Xuemian, the Holy Maiden of Yaowang Valley, is famous as a living Bodhisattva who rescues those who are in trouble and rescues anyone she sees. Yan Huanchao followed along and discovered that the rumors were indeed true. When she said she was being hunted, Wen Xuemian believed her and bandaged her up. She said she had nowhere to go, and Wen Xuemian said she should follow her first. His tone was ordinary, as if he had picked up a cat on the roadside. She was rummaging through her bag in the middle of the night to look for spiritual herbs. She was caught on the spot. The other party just looked at her and said, "But you are short of money? Just tell me." Yan Huanchao thought this man was mentally ill. "Wen Xuemian, do you know who I am? A witch from the Hehuan Sect." "I know." "You know what I want to do by following you?" "I don't know." "I want to steal your stuff." "Oh." Yan Huanchao smiled angrily. Does this person really think he is a living Bodhisattva? Divine power? On the way the next day, she deliberately leaned behind Wen Xuemian's ear, her breath brushing the back of her neck vaguely, "Sister Wen, you smell so good..." Wen Xuemian paused. After a moment, continue walking forward. The voice was still calm, "I have never used incense." But Yan returned to the nest and saw it. The tips of the ears were white and red, red and white again. She laughed immediately. Oh, it turned out there was a reaction. So she got worse. When she was tired, she would lean on Wen Xuemian's shoulder. At night, she said she was afraid that she would have to squeeze into a bed. Seeing that the man's body was stiff and his ears were burning, she felt extremely proud. The days passed like this. Tease, blush, tease again, blush again. Yan Huanchao almost forgot that he followed her because of the spiritual grass. Until that day, her pursuers really came. Wen Xuemian blocked her behind. The hands that had saved countless people saw blood for the first time. Yan Huanchao was stunned, "Don't you... Don't kill people?" Wen Xuemian didn't look back, her voice was very soft. "They say you are a witch." "I thought about it, that's right." Yan Huanchao looked at the man. His white clothes were splattered with blood, and his shoulder line was still very tight, exactly the same as when she leaned closer. Finished. I can't seem to grab this spiritual grass. * Intention: Two-way redemption of light and sea.