Leaving the Haotian Sect's training ground with a complicated heart, in fact, Kong Jiran has always deliberately buried all kinds of past events about Qi Tian.

It's just that now when she sees the king's landing, she can't help but recall that they once confirmed each other's rules and wills, and jointly created a battle between heaven and earth and self-supremacy that can only be compared to "the sky".

Kong Jiran is sometimes paranoid, she would rather Qi Tian fall into her own hands than see him continue to be an obedient dog to "Cangtian".

That would tarnish the impression of the name "War King" in her mind.

Maybe when she first saw her, she should have killed the stinky monkey ruthlessly.

"I don't want to, it's so annoying...... the nameless fire in her heart is burning, she needs to release the resentment she has suppressed for a long time, and she just has a good choice.

Kong Jiran, who is not a road idiot, did not have any accidents and went to the wrong door, and smoothly returned to the room prepared for her by Wang Dong, and pushed open the door with a "squeak".

The scene that caught his eye made Kong Jiran stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "I didn't expect to enjoy it, dear Your Majesty." ”

At this time, Medusa was lying comfortably in the quilt that belonged to Kong Jiran, her slightly purple snake eyes were lazily narrowed, her black hair was messy and scattered, and her snow-white shoulders were half exposed, which looked quite tempting.

However, these things are all in vain for Kong Ji Ran, who is not in a good mood, and slowly walked to the side of the bed and lifted the quilt casually, grabbed Medusa's collar and lifted her up from the Wanzai Xuan Ice Bed.

The instant cold stimulation of the delicate body made Medusa sleepy, and her strength was sealed, she naturally also needed to resist the fatigue of mortals, and she couldn't escape anyway, so she simply chose to rest on the ice bed for a while.

Kong Jiran suddenly came in just now, she wanted to pretend to be asleep, but she didn't expect the other party to be so rude, which made Medusa very confused.

In Medusa/Little Colorful Impression, Kong Jiran is lazy most of the time, and her personality is relatively gentle and casual when no one messes with her, and she occasionally plays tricks on people with a black belly, but she never relies on her strength to cause trouble to all beings.

Now what's going on......

Could it be that who didn't have a long eye to hit the street provoked her?

But why is it the innocent me who bears the blame?

Medusa finally realizes how dangerous her situation is, and with the memories of the "Rainbow Winged Serpent God", she understands the consequences of the anger of the "Pure King".

Thrilling and shivering, Medusa began to panic, there is a limit to her death, she used to be the queen of a family, and her IQ is definitely not low, she was embarrassed before, so she chose to express her dissatisfaction with leaving her hometown in a tactful way, but she didn't want to really challenge the bottom line of Kong Jiran, and now she doesn't want to.

"That, master, if you have something to say, can you put me down first?" Medusa spoke tentatively.

"Plop."

The next moment, Medusa fell heavily on the hard ice bed, even if the futon was laid, the hardness still made the powerless Medusa couldn't help but gasp.

"I'm in a bad mood." Kong Jiran looked directly at the pair of bewitching light purple snake eyes, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his words.

"Besides, you messed with me before." Sora Jiran continued to add.

"......" Medusa didn't know what to say, the meaning of this could not be more simple and understandable, and it was clear that she wanted to be angry with her.

"I think you can consider changing ......," Medusa felt like she might be able to salvage it.

"Medusa." Kong Jiran interrupted with a wave of his hand and said softly, "You can't mess with it, right?" ”

Seeing that the ending was already doomed, Medusa simply stalked her swan-like fair-skinned neck, and said as if she were dead: "Anyway, I can't run, if I want to kill, I have to listen to the respect." ”

"Little one, I'll teach you a lesson today." Crimson eyes narrowed slightly, and a long scarlet whip condensed by demonic power appeared in Kong Jiran's hand.

A cool breath rushed into Medusa's soul, causing her to involuntarily retreat and shrink into the corner of the bed, she regretted it.

"There are many punishments in the world that are more cruel than death, and I happen to be well versed in this way."

Soundproof enchantment, release.

Imprison the seal, release.

At this time, Medusa seemed to have anticipated her tragic end, and her bewitching face squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than crying, and weakly stretched out a finger and said: "I know it's wrong, I won't dare to mess with you in the future, read that I'm a first-time offender, let me go, just once." ”

The whip was swung, and the air around the Ambassador of Power made a crisp "pop", and the shadow of the empty Ji Ran gradually enveloped the immobile Medusa.

"It's late now."

"Is that a light on the line?"

"I try to ...... as much as I can"

Finally, there was no word for the night.

……

Early the next morning, Haotian Sect.

"Sister Ji Ran, good morning." Seeing Kong Jiran walking out of the door, Wang Dong, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Morning, Wang Dong." Kong Jiran raised his hand and responded weakly.

Wang Dong scratched his head and asked suspiciously, "Sister Ji Ran, didn't you sleep well yesterday?" ”

That's not right, the Wanzai Xuan Ice Bed has the effect of concentrating and helping sleep, why does Sister Ji Ran look like she is overworked and doesn't wake up.

"The consumption of self-esteem is a bit large, and it has not fully recovered." Kong Jiran casually found a reason to prevaricate Wang Dong, but Wang Dong really believed her nonsense.

Because in Wang Dong's eyes, the use of the strength of the Soul Saint can threaten the solipsism of Title Douluo, and it is acceptable to pay a greater price.

"It's just you, where is Yuhao?"

Speaking of Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong said with a little envy: "Through contact with Sister Ji Ran, your solipsism, Yuhao has entered deep meditation, and he has not woken up yet." ”

Spiritual skills rely on talent, and Wang Dong, who can't even control the world, can't comprehend the slightest trace of self-esteem.

"Yu Hao's spiritual cultivation is much stronger than yours, so his spiritual skills are more suitable for him, but whether it is Mu Lao's dominance in the world or my solipsism, they have an extremely strong personal color, and they may not be completely suitable for him." Kong Jiran said lightly.

"So Sister Ji Ran, what do you mean ......" Wang Dong gradually understood the deep meaning of Kong Ji Ran's words.

"He has just taken the simplest first step, there is still a long way to go in the future, and the future is ultimately necessary to create a spiritual technique that belongs to Huo Yuhao."

Wang Dong's powdery blue eyes seemed to have stars twinkling, and he felt that Kong Jiran, who was serious, was particularly good-looking, and there was a different kind of charm on his body.

"Eh, Sister Ji Ran, what's on your wrist?" Wang Dong's spare eyes caught a glimpse of a colorful ring-shaped object.

"Little pet, is it cute?" Kong Jiran raised his right arm slightly, and a small colorful snake shrugged as if it had been played.

Wang Dong got a little closer, carefully inspected the colorful little snake and said: "The breath is less than ten years soul beast, it is cute and cute, and there is a fragrance on its body, but it doesn't look like it has much spirit." ”

"Oh, little problem, she was probably too tired yesterday to bear something she shouldn't have tolerated......"