Mingluo and Ye Zhihan patiently looked at the beautiful but withdrawn girl in red in the courtyard.

Although the girl in red lives in seclusion in the bustling city of Huiyu Town, her every move and gesture exudes an elegance and temperament that ordinary people lack.

"Ye Zhihan, do you know who this girl is?" Ming Luo asked in a low voice for fear of disturbing the beauty in front of him.

"Ghost dream." If Ye Zhihan guessed correctly, the beautiful girl in front of him should be the descendant of the ghost clan who had disappeared from the Suma continent for a long time.

The Ghost Clan is the seventh and most mysterious clan on the Suma Continent. Its members possess profound realms, unpredictable movements, and solitary personalities, completely unconcerned with power and wealth. Despite their status as the seventh largest clan, they lack any sense of their place, instead wandering the world in their own way.

Because the number of ghost people is small and they don't like to reveal their whereabouts, the ghost tribe disappeared almost a hundred years ago.

The last descendant of the ghost clan discovered by the world was named "Gui Meng". It is said that she likes to wear red clothes and has the ability to control dreams and bring the dead back to life, so all major forces want to win her over, but no one knows what happened that year. Gui Meng would rather fall into a deep sleep forever than work for any force.

Now it seems that this girl in red must have been a ghost in my dream.

Time flowed incredibly quickly within the sea of ​​memories, and it didn't take long for Mingluo and Ye Zhihan to realize something was amiss. It turned out that in the courtyard where Guimeng lived alone, not only had the Wutong tree absorbed spiritual energy and awakened its intelligence, but even the swing frame had begun its journey of cultivation.

Because the swing frame had close physical contact with the powerful Guimeng every day, he transformed into a human form before the Wutong tree and began his journey of repaying his gratitude.

However, the little demon transformed from the swing frame was only in the initial stage of Mingpo in the cultivation realm, so he did not have any powerful abilities to repay Guimeng. He would do housework, clean and cook every day when Guimeng was asleep or not at home to repay his kindness.

Mingluo discovered that this little swing demon was very romantic. Every morning he would prepare a bouquet of flowers for Guimeng and place them on the swing frame, which made even such an icy beauty like Guimeng smile often.

But the little demon on the swing frame never revealed his identity. He had been doing these things silently and did not expect to get a response from the ghost dream.

Ming Luo looked at the little demon on the swing in the picture in the sea of ​​memories. He looked quite fresh and innocent, like the young and tender class flower in high school, the kind with good manners and good grades.

Isn't the story of the little swing demon repaying a favor similar to the story of the Snail Girl? It seems that the selfless, selfless act of repaying a favor by offering one's body is truly popular in the demon world.

Mingluo suddenly realized, the snail girl, the swing boy, could the next plot be that Guimeng and the swing boy fall in love?

That's right, with the Swinging Little Demon's long-term efforts, Gui Meng gradually got used to his company and gradually developed a good impression of him.

Gui Meng's spiritual power was profound. She was in the Su Ling stage and had noticed it when the little demon on the swing just transformed into a human form. She also knew everything the little demon on the swing did silently for her, but as an ice beauty, she never pointed it out. She just spent more time resting and drinking tea on the swing every day, and occasionally even put some magic tools to gather spiritual power next to the swing so that the little demon on the swing could practice more smoothly.

As time passed, Mingluo didn't know how long Guimeng and the swing demon had been silently accompanying each other. He only knew that the sycamore tree in the yard was getting visibly thicker.

After seeing the silent companionship between Qiuqian Xiaoyao and Guimeng for decades, she couldn't help but sigh at the difficulty of falling in love with an icy and cold person. Let alone decades, if it were Mingluo, she probably wouldn't be able to endure it for a year.

Mingluo didn't understand why Guimeng and Qiuqian Xiaoyao clearly cared about and liked each other, but never expressed their feelings.

Mingluo seemed to see the shadow of Ye Zhihan in Guimeng. If she were to fall in love with Ye Zhihan, would it probably develop into such a situation where she would be treated coldly?

Ming Luo shook her head and quickly threw the thought out. How could she possibly think of falling in love with Ye Zhihan? He was just her big brother from another world. They weren't from the same world at all, and a big brother definitely wouldn't like an ordinary girl like her...

Just as Mingluo was daydreaming, a group of people in white clothes and wearing conical hats suddenly appeared in the courtyard of the Sea of ​​Memory. They took advantage of Guimeng's absence and sneaked into Guimeng's courtyard, and set up many mysterious formations.

The leader said to his men, "This is a formation designed specifically for the ghost clan. Go and sprinkle this bottle of spirit beast's heart blood on the corners. Even if it's a ghost dream, she won't be able to escape!"

Ming Luo looked at the mysterious men in confusion, then turned to Ye Zhihan and asked, "Who are these people? Why are they trying to catch ghosts?"

Ye Zhihan shook his head, indicating that he was not quite sure, but he guessed that these people should be sent by a certain force. They wanted to capture Gui Meng simply because they were attracted by her powerful abilities.

Ye Zhihan was also very confused. The ghost clan has always been good at hiding their whereabouts. This group of people were able to determine Gui Meng's residence. It seems that things are not as simple as they seem.

In fact, when this group of mysterious men set up the formation, the swing demon was still resting in his swing frame, and the Wutong tree also saw the whole process of their formation as a tree.

After the group of mysterious men in white left, the little swing demon emerged from the swing frame at a loss. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were full of anger, and his teeth were biting his lower lip. Lady Guimeng was the love of his life, and he would never allow anyone to hurt her!

The swing demon seemed to have made an extremely difficult decision. He rushed to the center of the formation and shouted angrily. The formation suddenly lit up, and the ground emitted a light that penetrated everything, and the light swallowed up the thin swing demon.

Huiyu Town is famous for its heavy rainfall. Now Huiyu Town has welcomed the third rain of spring. The sweet dew nourishes the earth. A group of busy farm goblins are working in the rain with high spirits. In the peaceful and joyful atmosphere of simple labor, there is a girl in red with a desolate look. She staggers back home and sees the body of the swing goblin who sacrificed himself lying in the courtyard. She immediately falls to the ground.

Gui Meng gently held the swing demon in her arms, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a line of clear tears ran down her smooth cheek.

She murmured heartbrokenly: "Why don't you believe me..."

Gui Meng possessed the power of the Suling realm, so she could see through the formation at a glance. Even if those mysterious men in white kept saying that the formation could restrain her, she could have left the place without entering the formation. However, Qiuqian Xiaoyao chose to sacrifice herself to break the formation...

To put it nicely, this is the tragedy of sacrificing oneself for love.

To put it bluntly, this is a pointless act of suicide.