Chapter 199 The Final Mission 16

The Li family that Yan Sheng sent Jiang Zhi back to was not the real Li family, but the villa where Jiang Zhi first pounced on Li Chuan.

At night, the villa was dark, as if shrouded in a layer of mist, with no trace of light.

Huh? Li Chuan hasn't come back yet?

Jiang Zhi didn't rush in, but turned on his cell phone and called Li Chuan.

After a long busy tone, a low and cold voice came from the phone, mixed with a hint of electric sound, passing by my ears.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhi raised his eyes again, glanced at the dim villa, and asked in a low voice

"Aren't you home?"

"Um."

"Where are you? Remember to come back early."

Li Chuan on the other end of the phone chuckled twice and teased, "Do you think you're checking up on me?"

Jiang Zhi nodded heavily, not caring whether Li Chuan could see it or not, with a hint of pride in his tone.

"You've already got your marriage certificate. You're already taken. You're not allowed to fool around outside."

"Okay, I'll be back in half an hour."

The tone was indulgent and doting, and Jiang Zhi hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Find the key in the bag and open the door to enter.

The living room was dim, Jiang Zhi turned on the light and walked into the kitchen.

After being forced to drink so much alcohol by Ji Liangzhou and Jiang Fang, my head is still filled with a dizzy feeling of drunkenness.

There were ingredients for hangover soup in the refrigerator. Jiang Zhi took them out one by one and placed them on the kitchen shelf. He then took out his mobile phone, found his favorite TV series, and started to cook the hangover soup.

Guessing that Li Chuan might be entertaining guests, Jiang Zhi left a copy for him.

After everything was done, it was almost twelve o'clock.

Jiang Zhi sent a message to Li Chuan, but fell asleep before receiving a reply.

Ancient Temple

There were two chairs placed under the huge banyan tree. Deng Chan, dressed in monk's robes, was concentrating on making tea.

The tea is not ordinary tea, but is picked from the oldest tree in the temple, sun-dried for half a month, and boiled with clear spring water, which gives off a light snowy fragrance.

The old tree has no name. It is said that it was planted by a Taoist priest who was punished by heaven a thousand years ago. It is immortal.

Li Chuan sat opposite Deng Chan, with his slender joints resting on his temples and his eyelids slightly closed. The moonlight filtering through the leaves fell on his long eyelashes, casting a shadow under his eyes.

His facial features were sharp and distinct, but he wasn't as ferocious and brutal as he was a thousand years ago.

Deng Chan's eyes turned red again unconsciously, and he turned his attention back to brewing the old tree tea in front of him.

The light smoke slowly dissipated and flowed away from the gravel road with the clear evening breeze.

"Donor, the tea is ready, please have a taste."

Li Chuan opened his eyes and met Deng Chan's bright pupils. A familiar yet unfamiliar memory flashed across his mind.

"It's just a small favor, no need to thank me."

"My name is Youchen, known as the demon in the world."

"Follow me, and you won't be afraid of being scorned by the world."

In my memory, the face was even younger than the one in front of me.

"I'm not afraid! They say you're a demon, but I don't believe it. You saved me, you're a good person!"

"A good person? I used to be, but now I just want to atone for her sins."

"Since you want to follow me, you can call yourself Dengchan."

"Okay, Master."

Deng Chan discovered that Youchen was not as cruel and bloodthirsty as people said, and he was not as murderous as they said.

On the contrary, he was compassionate and would help those in need when he saw injustice.

One day, he plucked up the courage to ask him

"Master, you keep saying you want to atone for her sins. Who is she? Is she your lover?"

"No, she's a cute little fox, my wife."

Deng Chan noticed that his usually cold and taciturn master had tears in his eyes.

The little fox and the Taoist priest sound like a combination that is not accepted by the world.

But Youchen was so casual and unrestrained that he was not afraid of the opinions of the common people at all.

So there is only one possibility, that is, the little fox demon is dead.

Many nights, he saw his master sitting under the tree, holding the little fox pendant in his hand, lost in thought.

The last time Dengchan saw his master was on a noisy and bustling street.

The master's hair was disheveled and his face was stained with blood. The blood was everywhere. There were pieces of flesh scattered on the dirty and messy ground, and it was impossible to see its original appearance.

Deng Chan had never seen such a bloody scene before, and he covered his chest and vomited.

The people around him were trembling with fear, but they pointed at the master as if no one was around, and spit out dirty words.

"I was wondering how this evil Taoist could possibly change his ways and become a new man. Look everyone, the fox's tail is exposed in an instant."

"Didn't the little beggar just steal a treasure bag from him? Why did he have to kill him?"

"If the evil ways are not eradicated, the world will never be at peace!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone echoed them.

"If the evil ways are not eradicated, the world will never be at peace!"

At this moment, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the master's back hard.

"Good! God has mercy! Kill this inhumane guy!"

The person who said this was Li Xiangcui, the owner of a textile shop.

Youchen once saved her son's life.

Deng Chan had never been so angry. The long sword that he had always used to protect the world was now across Li Xiangcui's neck.

She was so frightened that her whole body was shaking and she dared not say another word.

The thunder from the sky became more and more arrogant, striking the master so hard that he couldn't stand steadily.

Finally, he fell to the blood-stained ground.

When another thunderbolt was raised, a shadow of a woman suddenly appeared in the air.

Deng Chan rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Not only did the shadow not disappear, it became even more real.

She is dressed in plain clothes, with charming and pure facial features, two ears on her head and a fiery red fox tail behind her.

She is the little fox that Master cares about...

If circumstances allowed, Deng Chan would like to call her Master's Wife.

But at this moment, the thunder continued to strike towards the master with great momentum!

With a snap, the aroma of meat filled the air.

Deng Chan saw that the little fox demon stood in front of his master at all costs and blocked the fatal blow.

Deng Chan didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he saw that his master’s eyes were red again, with tears falling from his eyes, and his hands holding the little fox demon were shaking.

But the thunder in the sky is an iron-faced and impartial existence. It is churning and gathering strength.

Deng Chan wanted to rush forward to block it, but his feet seemed to be shackled by a righteous power and he could not move at all. He could only watch the thunder strike down.

"don't want!"

After the loud noise

On the ground where the two were standing, relics emitting golden light appeared.

Master, a demon in the eyes of everyone, was able to transform the relics of a great monk after his death.

Deng Chan suddenly felt it was so ironic. Finally, he dragged his heavy legs over and put the relics on the ground into his wide sleeves.

P.S. [Alas, I feel like I made a wrong decision because not many people read this book. I thought it was because the name and cover were not popular, so I changed it, but I didn't expect you would be uncomfortable with it.]

[Also, because this book isn't well-written and I didn't have an editor, I can't change the name. But I've done my best and hired someone to make two covers overnight, hoping you'll like them and be satisfied. I just hope you don't find them objectionable. Woohoo.]