Chapter 97 Is this king less charming than the Buddha and the Demon Lord?
Huali was startled awake from her dream, and when she looked up, she was met with an enlarged cat face of Ao Bai.
"Host, are you alright?"
After a moment of relief, Karin realized that it was just a dream, but the lingering sense of reality still terrified her. She subconsciously touched her face but only felt cold sweat.
How long did I sleep?
"About an hour," Ao Bai thought for a moment, "Should we go out again?"
Karin recalled the scene in her dream. Who was the person trapped in the lightning tribulation? Why did she suddenly have such a dream?
Could it be that the old priest scared her so much that she had a nightmare?
After her thoughts wandered, Huali realized that it was already dark outside. Where was Luochuan?
*
Outside the stilted house, seven pebbles were casually placed. Luo Chuan leaned against a tree and reached out to move them. One of the pebbles flashed with light and then went out.
The Spirit Slaughtering Array is one-seventh activated.
Having obtained the Burning Heaven Tower, he should have immediately returned to the Holy Capital Demon Realm to nurture the Spine Worm Sword with the spiritual energy within the tower, but his synergy with Huali was truly unexpected.
Luo Chuan slowly lowered his eyes, his usually smiling lips pursed into a straight line, his fingers unconsciously playing with the Cursed Heart Butterfly in his hand, and the next second the butterfly's wings suddenly froze into ice crystals.
Actually, there is another way.
Take the person back to the Holy Capital Demon Realm, find a room and lock them up. Use magic to render them incapable of movement, just enough to keep them barely alive.
In this way, whether or not empathy is resolved becomes irrelevant.
The bamboo shadows outside the window swept across half of the Demon King's profile, the line between light and shadow stopping precisely in the center of his slightly narrowed heterochromatic eyes, the corners of those eyes, which always seemed to be smiling, carrying a chilling coldness.
"Luochuan—"
Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice from a young girl. The ice blade he had conjured in his hand stopped just in the moonlight. He looked up and saw three furry heads below the bamboo window.
Huali's left shoulder is her fat cat, while her right shoulder is his mount, the Chaos Beast.
Beside him, a ferocious beast that had devoured dozens of demonic beasts was now happily munching on pine nut candy. When it saw Luo Chuan looking over, it even leaned slightly closer to Hua Li's profile.
Even the Demon King was inexplicably blinded by the sight. The ice crystals in his hand shattered into starlight along his slender fingers, while Luo Chuan pursed his lips expressionlessly.
Karin looked at him suspiciously, "Where did you go? How did you get hurt again?"
Luo Chuan lowered his eyes and noticed that the blood from when he nailed back the fox tail phantom was stained on the hem of his clothes. Disgust flashed across his eyes, and he was about to reach out and cut off the hem when the head that had been on the bamboo window just moments before appeared in front of him.
Huali first turned around and looked him over from head to toe. Still not reassured, she lifted his arms to check for injuries, and then breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he only had injuries on his waist.
Although she wouldn't empathize with Luo Chuan's injuries, who knows if there are other side effects? She needs to take good care of this body before finding the Twin Lotus.
A mocking voice came from above: "Have you seen enough?"
Karin rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't bother checking your injuries if it weren't for the fact that I was examining them."
The girl's annoyance had miraculously calmed him somewhat, and Luo Chuan became slightly intrigued. "What? Is it that I'm not handsome enough to catch Little Flower Pear's eye, or perhaps..."
"Is it not as charismatic as the Buddha's disciple and the Demon Lord?"
Huali paused, scrutinizing Luo Chuan again with suspicion. His eyes, though smiling, held a chilling coldness, waiting unblinkingly for her answer.
No, what did she answer?
If it were the Light Demon Lord, Huali could honestly say that you two are evenly matched.
But she couldn't answer the question about the Buddha's disciple. She'd never seen the Buddha's disciple before, so how could she answer it? She could probably answer it if it were Lian Zhuo.
But then again, who does she think she is, daring to secretly mention popular IPs like the Buddha, the Demon Lord, and the Demon King?
Karin simply pretends to be deaf; the best way to deal with a mentally ill person is to ignore them during their episodes.
The Wood-type card was summoned, its gentle green spiritual energy covering the wound. As the four stars were upgraded, the healing effect of the Cycle of Life and Death was significantly enhanced.
Luo Chuan felt a lightness in his body as the sweet scent of pear blossoms permeated his lungs, unexpectedly pleasant.
So be it.
If such an interesting little girl were to become a block of wood, it would take away a lot of the fun.
Hua Li, completely unaware that she had almost become a puppet doll, still couldn't help but ask curiously after Luo Chuan's wounds healed, "The Witch Clan is so powerful, even the Demon King had to get injured on the first day?"
"I went to see a meteor shower." Luo Chuan glanced at the Chaos Beast on her shoulder, flicked his finger, and the Chaos Beast fell to the ground. "I didn't expect Little Pear to be so worried about me. Perhaps..."
The last syllable was stuck in his mouth by the pine nut candy.
Huali was preoccupied with her dream and had no mood for arguing with him. When she saw that he was not speaking human language, she turned around and left. Naturally, she did not see Luo Chuan's face darken instantly.
The sweet taste was mixed with the lingering metallic taste of blood on the tip of the tongue.
As Luo Chuan watched the girl's carefree retreating figure, he suddenly thought of the ice flower he had turned to dust that night a hundred years ago. It had bloomed so recklessly, blindly burning one's eyes.
He closed his eyes listlessly and casually overturned the Spirit Slaughtering Array on the ground.
*
The dream was so realistic that even on the third day, Karin still felt a sense of unease.
"Do you think I might have been bewitched by someone?" Huali asked as she walked, observing her surroundings.
They were situated on the outskirts of the core area of the Wu tribe. The cobblestone path shimmered softly in the sunlight, and hydrangeas bloomed in the breeze. Every now and then, Wu tribe girls in batik skirts would pass by, carrying bags of crystal blue water still damp with dew.
At first glance, it seems no different from a normal village, but upon closer inspection, one can discover that there are many cultivators like her gathered around.
These people were gathering in twos and threes, clearly looking for allies.
That's true. This Burial Abyss is too dangerous; it would be safer to find teammates to accompany you.
“No.” Ao Bai shook his head. “The host’s Golden Eyes can see through all illusions. Rather than saying that dream was an illusion, your description makes it sound more like a precognitive dream.”
"Precognition?" Huali was stunned for a moment. "When did I acquire such an amazing skill?" She suddenly thought of another card quest participant who could deduce history, while she could predict dreams?
"Whether it's a precognitive dream or not, we can find out by verifying it. Does the host remember where the scene in the dream took place? Let's go and see if there's such a place."
As Huali walked past several pavilions where cultivators had gathered, one of the male cultivators' eyes instantly lit up with enthusiasm upon seeing her. "Fellow Daoist, are you traveling alone? Why not join our group?"
Before Huali could refuse, the burly man behind the speaker immediately covered her mouth. "That won't do. The day she entered the Witch Clan, this young lady's face was covered in blood, and the man accompanying her looked like a sickly, unsteady chicken. They're a pair of burdens."
Karin: "......" Although she didn't intend to participate at first, if you say that, she'll definitely annoy you.
Huali was rolling up her sleeves, ready to step forward, when a soft voice called out beside her, "Miss, be careful."
A white shadow suddenly fell from the tree above her head. Huali stepped back at the sound and found that it was a small silver snake.
"The Witch Clan has many snakes, insects, and poisonous ants. Are you alright, young lady?"
Huali waved her hand, turned her head and suddenly froze.
The young man, ten paces away, was wearing a black, narrow-sleeved robe. Three silver bone studs with yin-patterned designs gleamed subtly in the silver light on his left ear.
The young man was very handsome, but that was nothing special to Karin, who was used to seeing handsome men.
She was stunned because this person had white eyes, just like the person holding the umbrella in her dream.
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