Chapter 1024 She is not a soft persimmon

No, no…

Something is wrong.

The scene just now suddenly emerged in his mind.

The man in white fell in the battle between heaven and earth, looking at "himself" with deep eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into Zhou Shuyao, stumbling towards the other party. He ran while crying, "Yanshu, Yanshu..." His voice was so shrill and piercing that his heart seemed to be tightened.

Something's wrong. Something's wrong.

Zhou Shuyao is a mortal, there are many things she doesn’t understand, but she understands them herself.

The untimely plum blossoms that appeared by her window were not from this world.

The bird she often carried in her arms was no ordinary creature.

When he thought of this, his face suddenly changed. Zhou had a secret! Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He struggled to open his eyes and uttered two words with difficulty: "Master..."

"Master... stop!"

"Hurry... stop! She... has a problem!" He bit his tongue and blurted out word by word.

The master gave him a cold look. He heard his own voice and saw his own resistance. But the master didn't care much.

With a thud…

It seemed as if something rolled out of Zhou Shuyao's arms, and the little disciple looked at the ground, panting. The wooden bird fell to the ground and turned into a small green bird, flapping its wings and flying up.

The bird pecked at the master frantically.

"Get out!" He just took a glance and flipped the bird over with one palm.

The bird slammed into the barrier, flapped its wings weakly twice, and fell to the ground in pieces. All that was left was a pile of rotten wood.

"It's just a little gadget from the God Realm..."

Maybe it was obtained from the First God.

His eyes were filled with ferocity. The little disciple watched helplessly as his master placed his hands on his head, and a faint, hazy light appeared above his head. That was the other person's soul that was about to leave the body.

But just as the soul was revealed, suddenly... a strong force burst out from Zhou's body, directly shocking the Taoist back.

"Puff..." The young disciple screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"How could this happen!" Daojun took three steps back. The force was too strong, even he couldn't avoid it.

The young disciple vomited blood and cried out: "Master, don't move, don't move. Her husband who died long ago... I'm afraid it's..." Before he could finish his words, he felt the hairs on his body stand up, and he closed his mouth tightly.

Zhou Shuyao's memory had been forcibly extracted, and her face had already turned pale, and her body fell limply. She felt a sharp pain in her head, so painful that she was almost numb.

It seems that everyone is hallucinating.

She only vaguely saw a white figure gracefully falling down, and her body fell into the warm arms. There was a familiar scent in her arms.

She felt that breath and burst into tears.

Zhou Shuyao tightly grasped the corner of the other person's snow-white clothes, but her eyelids were extremely heavy. She could only bite the tip of her tongue tightly and refused to close her eyes.

The other person stuffed his slender fingers into her mouth. She smelled a bloody smell and felt relieved.

Fatigue came over her, and she reluctantly closed her eyes and fell into his arms.

She didn't even see the other person's face clearly.

The young disciple was huddled on the ground, trembling in fear, but Daojun clasped his hands behind his back and saluted the Emperor with a wooden face.

"What is the Emperor doing in the mortal world? Since you don't want to find Shi..."

With a loud "boom..."

The Taoist master was thrown out, but was blocked by the barrier. He did not leak any power and was not noticed by the outside world.

The Emperor's power came so fast and fiercely that Daojun didn't even have the strength to resist.

He hit the barrier hard, and his face turned grim with pain.