Chapter 19 The Bodhisattva
After hearing this, Mu Wushuang remained expressionless: "Are you really a devil boy?" Xiao
Guilan raised his eyelids slightly: "Don't question my divination results, I'm very accurate."
Showing a bit of fatigue: "I'm tired, let's lie on your body and sleep for a while."
Before Mu Wushuang could react, he saw that Xiao Guilan's body gradually became transparent, and even the surrounding light and shadow became blurred.
Just when Xiao Guilan was about to disappear from her sight, the dappled light and shadow around her disappeared.
He shrinks into a small phantom, so transparent that he can't see clearly, and it disappears in a blink of an eye.
The phantom floated over her shoulders. Mu Wushuang looked sideways, and saw that Xiao Guilan's eyes were tightly closed, and he had already fallen asleep.
She could feel his steady and peaceful breathing on the cheek behind her ear, but when she reached out to touch him, she couldn't touch Xiao Guilan, nor could she move him a little bit.
Should I say it or not, in such a situation, even if Mu Wushuang has a headache, he can only admit that he is unlucky.
Forget it, why not take him along for a ride.
The night in Arakawa Ze fell quickly. As dusk fell slightly, Mu Wushuang walked along the Granite Avenue for a long time, and except for the devil boy tents all over the floor, he never saw another living person.
As a road idiot, Mu Wushuang was exhausted mentally and mentally.
Yes, she didn't know the way since she was a child. If she knew her way, how could she get lost when she was a child.
After resting for a while, Mu Wushuang rubbed his eyes, and suddenly saw a deep path hidden in the thick fog in the distance.
What's more noticeable is that in the lingering mist, one can still vaguely see a fork behind the path, extending in two different directions.
This almost clearly told Mu Wushuang that this is the way out.
No matter which way you go, you will lead to the outer ring of Arakawa.
The closer to the edge of Arakawa Ze, the more scarce the supplies, and the more severe and rough the terrain.
A stern wind was blowing in front of him, and the surrounding trees and branches rustled. Mu Wushuang's eyelids twitched, and his intuition was bad.
The light in front of his eyes dimmed for an instant.
it's dark.
Mu Wushuang suddenly looked up.
The dark yellow twilight in the sky gathered at one place at some point, and it became thicker and thicker until it covered the sky and the sun, and it was pitch black.
The birds in the depths of the forest were startled, chirping and fluttering away.
Mu Wushuang suddenly remembered an anecdote she had heard about the demon world.
There shouldn't be such things as ethnic groups in a place where demon cultivators gather like Arakawa Ze.
But a hundred years ago, a group of people appeared in the Demon Realm. They keep order, understand the law, dress uniformly, and act eccentrically.
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After a life-long private appointment with the former Domon Lord
FantasyMu Wushuang was originally the number one Dharma cultivator of the righteous way. In a sudden demon-killing accident, Mu Wushuang woke up after being seriously injured, and was actually on the golden dragon couch surrounded by demonic energy. ...