After a life-long private appointment with the former Domon Lord

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Hobbies

    Withdrawing the magic power exerted by the loudspeaker, Mu Wushuang was in a good mood, and pinched the packet of spices between her fingers.

    Today, she heard from people in the demon palace that the spice in the demon king's bedroom has extraordinary effects. It not only smells fragrant, but also strengthens the body and unblocks the meridians, which is of great benefit to cultivation.

    But...Mu Wushuang lowered his head and smelled it, and felt that the smell was somewhat similar to the smell in Guilan Hall.

    Probably because the sachet has been kept in the temple for a long time.

    The mountain path is winding, and the trees on the side of the road are sparse and shadowy.

    Under the shadow of the moonlight, the curling white mist is transpiring, and the shampoo is lingering in the water vapor.

    Mu Wushuang let out a sigh of relief, and leaned lazily against the edge of the pool.

    The lingering heat made her whole body feel comfortable, warm and cozy, almost falling asleep.

    The girl's eyelashes were half-drawn, and her consciousness gradually became a little hazy.

    She was tired, exhausted physically and mentally.

    Mu Wushuang raised his hand and touched the hideous scar on his leg in the pool water.

    The scar cut in the flesh and blood was shockingly deep, and the blood scar was at the same level as the heel of the leg. The person who did it obviously wanted to destroy Mu Wushuang's pair of legs.

    In fact, gouging out such a deep wound can indeed cripple a pair of legs.

    A thick blood scab formed from the incision, but it was strange that this thick blood scab was inseparably adhered to the flesh and blood under the thigh, making the legs still connected to the body.

    Mu Wushuang half-closed her eyes, pressing her fingertips in the water to the wound.

    In an instant, a thin crack opened at the bottom of the blood scab, and wisps of blood diffused underwater.

    The slight pain reminded Mu Wushuang of the situation when he was injured.

    As the number one Dharma cultivator of the Righteous Path, she was ordered to eliminate demons and was seriously injured.

    Afterwards, a monk came out from the crowd of mobs. With a painful expression on his face, he raised his scimitar and cut off Mu Wushuang's legs.

    After that, she passed out, and when she woke up, she was already in the demon world.

    The steaming water vapor drank on the face, Mu Wushuang's eyelashes were half drooping, and her fingers unconsciously rubbed the blood scab.

    He didn't control his strength well, and a ray of blood blew out in the water.

    The moment the blood energy diffused, a sharp piercing sound suddenly rose.

    Mu Wushuang's eyes were still closed tightly, as if he didn't perceive any movement in the darkness at all.

    It was silent.

    Mu Wushuang was still leaning against the pool wall as if he had no bones, but his right hand had hovered on the water surface at some point.

    Her right hand was still dripping water, and it could be seen that it had just come out of the water.

    A hair-thin silver needle was securely held between the wet fingers. The tip of the needle was black, obviously poisoned.