Zhuchen rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile, "What? Did you read palmistry instead?"

The big devil smiled and said nothing, spread his hand face up on the table, and hooked his fingers for her to put it on.

Zhuchen asked: "What is this?"

"You don't have to ask others about the method of divination. A leaf, a stone, or even just a casual sentence can be used to divination." The devil said with a smile, "Do you want to calculate this marriage?"

There are not many modern single women who don't want to know about this matter. Besides, Zhuchen didn't have such a taboo, so he happily handed over his hand.

The devil's hands were as cold as iron, and his fingertips pressed against her knuckles, and the calluses brought an extremely rough touch.

Before Zhuchen said anything, his consciousness detected a strong evil thought coming from a distance.

She immediately looked back, and the discomfort that was like a thorn in her back dissipated instantly, as if it was her illusion. She still wanted to look around, but the demon drew a rune on her palm, attracting her attention.

The temperature in Zhuchen's palm began to rise, and then the shining golden runes dispersed into light spots and condensed into a medium-sized mirror.

Zhuchen said curiously: "Isn't this still the round light technique?"

The devil asked: "Can you see it?"

Zhuchen was indeed invisible, only an outline could be seen.

She thought that she was only a beginner, but the big demon should be at an advanced level. After all, he was an ancient demon. So the pictures he could see were naturally different from Zhuchen's, and he might be able to deduce them decades later.

Damo looked at it very seriously, squinting his eyes and shaking Zhuchen's hand.

Zhuchen didn't see his answer for a long time, so he said anxiously: "Master, how are you? If your eyesight is not good, you can do a method to improve your eyesight first."

"Who told you that I have bad eyesight?" Da Mo glanced at her sideways, "I'm just wondering why I only see you."

Zhuchen: "..." Are you scolding her for being an orphan? Don't think she doesn't know!

She just said it casually, but it doesn't mean that she really doesn't like the little beauty!

"You..." Zhuchen urged, "look carefully, you must have seen it wrong!"

The Demon indeed only saw one figure, and it was a repetitive scene.

He saw Zhuchen walking alone in a black fog. The thick fog should be the gathered demonic energy, but the devil could not remember any place where there was such a demonic energy that blocked the sky and overwhelmed the city.

Even the capital city of the demon world has never appeared.

He felt that the desolate and vague scene around him seemed familiar. Before he could identify where it was, he turned around and took a look.

There were intertwined magic patterns on her face, but there were burning golden flames in her pupils, which made the big devil look at her in surprise.

"Hey." The big devil suddenly said, "There is someone here."

Zhuchen was nervous: "Who?"

Damo came closer and saw a pair of hands holding Zhuchen's shoulders and pulling her back. However, the scene turned too fast and he couldn't find the two of them for a while.

The devil said: "You were captured."

With just this sentence, it is really difficult for Zhuchen to imagine the picture.

A dark room?

But she is the successor of socialism and doesn’t like this approach. And she has already reached the stage of being in a dark room. How can she be considered sensible and virtuous?

This person will hinder the construction of her motherland!

Zhuchen asked: "What then?"

Da Mo said: "He is holding you."

"It's not necessary to see these clearly." Zhuchen smiled shyly and asked, "What does he look like? Who is he? Have I seen him?"

"Well..." Da Mo felt as if his eyes were blurred, "His face is buried in your shoulder, I can't see it from this angle."

Zhuchen could hardly stop smiling: "Then...that should indeed be quite shy. But there seems to be no such person around me."

Da Mo Xin said, this has nothing to do with shyness, right? Looking at the surrounding scene, it is almost devastating.

The demon held her hand and turned it around. Just when he was about to see the person's face clearly, a pair of sharp-jointed hands suddenly stretched out, grabbed Zhuchen's wrist, and then directly pulled her away with an attitude that left no room for doubt.

Walk.

The demon immediately understood this familiar scene, and then he laughed softly.

"It's the so-called inner demon..."

The big devil touched the copper coins on the side and threw a handful upwards. Several copper coins fell to the table with a "clang" and kept spinning in a small circle.

The so-called inner demon is actually just a kind of original mind. Its terror never lies in the delusions of human instinct. The more you want to give up, the more you feel that it is with you; the more you want to cut it off, the more you will find that it is connected to the bones and the heart. When the time comes,

The flood burst the embankments and was unbearable, so he said that this was the inner demon and that the law of heaven was lost.

It's not inner demons, it's just the cowardice of human nature.

The demon said with great interest: "As expected of Feng Buye, he has cultivated to the state of asking one's mind."

Zhuchen was dragged around by Feng Buye, and there was no response even after calling him several times, so he felt that something was wrong with his master.

"Master!"

Zhuchen cast [Ruoshui], and the person in front of him finally stopped.

At this time, the two of them had arrived at an unknown place, and there was no one around them.

In the early morning, I felt a chill in the air, so I held my arms to keep myself warm.

Feng Buye suddenly turned around, stared at her, and asked in a cold voice: "Why are you disobedient?"

Zhuchen was stunned for a moment, wondering why he was so abnormal today. He looked into his eyes and found that his deep and dark pupils seemed to be different. He raised his hand to test it, but was stopped by Feng Buye.

Zhuchen seemed to be staring into a bottomless cold abyss, and said in a trance: "Master, your hands are so cold."

Feng Buye closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rising demonic energy. But the demonic energy that could still be controlled before was now howling and raging in his meridians, and his Dantian was like a blockage.

The broken walls had countless cracks.

He knew that his cultivation was on the path to self-destruction as a demon cultivator. The dragon soul refined from the dragon's veins was gradually starting to bite him back.

When he was in Pu Feng Mountain, he cultivated no worries, great compassion, tranquility and inaction, and became indifferent in temperament. He never realized that there was anything in this world that he could not let go of. He believed that everything has its own truth and can be measured.

The only time that made him worry about her and couldn't let go was that he became obsessed with it.

He felt sorry for Zhuchen because Zhuchen was completely different from himself.

Her Taoist heart will always be smoke and dust.

She is innocent and brilliant, fearless, good at joy and sorrow, but full of worries. Like all the common people in this world, she also has freedom and determination that no one in the world has. She has never felt that this is not good.

She shouldn't be possessed by demons. There is no path for her in demon cultivation.

But now, Feng Buye can't find his way.

After becoming possessed by the devil, those once dull obsessions were like rooting vines, constantly growing in his consciousness, making him feel ugly.

The moment he saw Zhuchen and Da Mo leaning against each other, he felt an overwhelming surge of emotions, making him extremely confused.

This unprecedented strange feeling made him unable to tell whether it was true or false. He suspected that the hostility in the dragon soul, the illusion brought about by the demonic cultivation to its peak, and the training intertwined together were shaking his will, trying to

He also became a violent and cruel demon cultivator.

Absolutely impossible.

No matter how depraved he is, he will never reach this point.

Feng Buye strangled all the evil thoughts with pain. When the boiling demonic energy subsided, the monk's pride regained the upper hand.

Zhuchen saw that his face suddenly turned pale and his lips were red, and he asked with concern: "Master?"

Feng Buye raised his hand to block her, signaling her not to come near.

Zhuchen thought that he had diverted his demonic energy because of his anger, and he regretted it. However, he did not understand what outrageous thing he had done to make him so angry. He said uneasily: "Master, are you angry with me and the demon?"

Are you talking? The devil seems cynical, but he is not a bad person. He just gave me an insignificant divination."

As Zhuchen said this, he felt a little heavy in his heart when he thought of the answer that Da Mo had not yet finished.

With just a little difference, there is hope that a single person can be single for two lifetimes.

Doesn't she deserve to start a new life?

"Master."

Zhuchen gently pushed Feng Buye, but Feng Buye softened and leaned against her.

Zhuchen was frightened and hurriedly raised his hands to protect him. Hearing Feng Buye's disordered breathing, he knew that he was suffering from the backlash of demonic energy. He was worried and wanted to check his injuries, but Feng Buye held his shoulders.

He rested his head on Zhuchen's shoulder and whispered: "Zhuchen."

With a weak and helpless voice.

These two words were like a magnet sliding across a certain string, exploding directly in Zhuchen's mind.

All the muscles in her body stiffened unconsciously, her throat rolled, and she replied softly: "...Yes."

After Feng Buye finished speaking, his voice fell silent. It was not until a long time later that he asked again: "Have you ever regretted it?"

When he asked this question, his voice was a little floaty, so that Zhuchen mistakenly thought that he was not talking to her. But the hands on her shoulders went around her back, holding her weakly and firmly.

In my arms.

"What do you regret?" Zhuchen thought of the incident he had just been thinking about and said hesitantly, "Finally, do you regret that you shouldn't go to the Great Demon to tell your fortune? That's not true, right?"

Feng Buye let out two muffled groans from his chest, which sounded like laughter and helplessness.

Zhuchen didn't dare to move for fear of disturbing his breathing, so when he quietly pressed his face against his clothes, he subconsciously remembered the scene described by the demon.

...No...it can't be?!

Zhuchen suddenly felt excited, and several white lights flashed in his mind.

Could it be that what the demon saw with his round light technique was now?

He was handsome and open-minded... Zhuchen didn't dare to think deeply, nor did he dare to recall what he said at that time.

But she can control her movements, but she can't control her thoughts.
Chapter completed!