Chapter 98 The Demon King Who Says One Thing and Means Another
Fen Yu's eyes flashed with amazement the moment Hua Li turned around.
Seeing that the other woman was still in a daze, he had no choice but to speak up and remind her, "Miss, is there something wrong with me?"
Karin then came to her senses. "Huh? No. I just feel like you look familiar."
Ao Bai said with a reproachful look, "That sounds like a scumbag's pickup line."
A subtle glint flashed in Fen Yu's white eyes, and she continued the invitation from the burly man: "I just heard you discussing forming a team. If you don't wish to join this fellow Daoist, would you be willing to travel with me?"
"I am Fenyu of the Wu Clan. May I ask who you are, young lady?"
"Huali," she said, somewhat puzzled, "Do the Witch Clan have to go in with them when the Burial Abyss opens this time?"
"Of course." Fen Yu blinked her white eyes. "Has Hua Li found someone to team up with?"
Huali nodded truthfully.
Perhaps because Fen Yu had held an umbrella for her in her dream, Hua Li had a pretty good first impression of him.
Having a good impression doesn't necessarily mean the other person is a good person.
Imagine someone you've never met in your life suddenly appearing clearly in your dream, and the dream feels so real it's as if it actually happened—that's incredibly strange.
Unfortunately, she encountered the person from her dream on the third day.
The Witch Clan, with white eyes.
Why did the snake on the tree fall down only after someone warned it?
Perhaps she was being extreme, but being a little more cautious is definitely the right thing to do.
Seeing that Huali was about to leave, Fenyu had to remind her again, "Miss, don't go any further. Ahead is the barrier of the Burial God Abyss. If you step into the barrier, you will suffer a backlash and be injured."
Huali almost instantly thought of Luochuan's wound from last night.
I thought this person was careless and irresponsible in everything they did, but I didn't expect them to be so dedicated. On their very first day, they were already secretly getting involved in the internal competition behind my back.
After thanking her, Huali turned around and returned the way she came.
After everyone left, Wu Yu, who had been standing behind the tree, came out and said, "Brother is still more charming. Compared to you, mine is much more difficult to deal with."
After the Burning Rain Eye Technique failed, both of them wanted to test each other's origins, so they agreed to split up.
But they waited and waited and no one came. It wasn't until the third day that they finally encountered the rosewood that had come out of its nest.
Wu Yu immediately prepared to go find another one.
She had previously heard from the maid that the man was extremely handsome and seemed to have a fondness for hibiscus flowers.
So Wu Yu dressed up specially before going. She walked along carrying the hibiscus, attracting the attention of many men, but the tinkling silver bells on her ankles bumped into a wall outside an inconspicuous little courtyard.
Just as she was about to step closer, the hibiscus flowers she was holding withered instantly and turned into thorny ice shards. If she hadn't let go in time, she would have been cut.
The moment the ice shards shattered, only one word condensed in mid-air: "Retreat."
Wu Yu was the holy maiden of the Wu clan, and no one had ever dared to treat her like this before. Her temper flared up immediately, but she never expected that this person would not tolerate her at all and would launch a series of deadly attacks the next second.
Unable to defeat her, he had no choice but to retreat, and only then did he hear the conversation between Fen Yu and Hua Li.
Thinking of this, Wu Yu was still furious. "I don't believe he can stay inside forever. According to tradition, the ceremony for receiving guests in the Divine Abyss will begin tonight. I want to see who he is."
Fen Yu shook her head as she looked at her sister's furious eyes. "Don't act rashly for now. Grandpa said his identity is unknown. If it really is that person, we must be extremely careful."
He was quite impressed by the rosewood; its vigilance was surprisingly high.
"Whether it is or not, we'll find out soon enough." Wu Yu laughed unrestrainedly. "If it really is him, then the great formation that has been idle for hundreds of years in the Burial God Abyss will finally have a use."
“The body transforms into reefs, the bones and blood form a forest, and death ignites a century of life through the causal chain.” Fen Yu nodded, “If that’s the case, then so be it.”
*
Huali ran back to the hut in a flash. Luo Chuan had set up a barrier inside, so no outsiders could get in. She only relaxed after confirming that it was safe.
As soon as I looked up, I saw Luo Chuan leaning against a bamboo chair reading a book.
The chirping of insects outside the bamboo window seemed to come and go, while red silk from Luochuan cascaded down the bamboo chair, its silver-embroidered cloud patterns appearing and disappearing among the folds.
He rested his right elbow on the edge of the bamboo chair, while his left hand casually stroked the pages of the book on his lap.
Sunlight filtered through the bamboo blinds, climbing up his tightly closed collar and condensing into an amber-colored spot of light at his Adam's apple. He lazily raised his eyes and asked, "Where have you been gallivanting off to?"
During the few days she spent with Luo Chuan, Hua Li discovered that the Demon King was not what she had imagined; he was remarkably well-mannered.
Take this bamboo couch in the house, for example. Ever since Huali started using it as a bed, Luo Chuan has never sat on it again. And as night falls, without her even having to say anything, he's already lying on the old tree branch in the courtyard, leaning against the trunk and watching the stars.
Every midnight, when Huali wakes up groggily with her blankets in tow and peeks through the crack in the window, she can always see Luochuan's red dress in the moonlight, like a light maple leaf.
While feeling grounded, Huali also felt a rare pang of conscience, so she kindly provided him with two books.
They are "Chronicles of the Immortal Sect: Junior Sister, Don't Think of Escaping" and "Rebirth: One Hundred Tips for Beginners in Immortal Cultivation".
At that moment, Luo Chuan was holding what happened to be "Junior Sister, Don't Even Think About Escaping."
Huali thought for a moment, and since they were in the same boat, she should tell them everything she knew.
Having made up her mind, she sat down on the bamboo couch opposite Luo Chuan with an air of nonchalance. Noticing that Luo Chuan's expression seemed rather unwell, Hua Li casually handed him a blue cloth cushion, propped her chin on her hand, and said, "This all started with a dream I had..."
Luo Chuan tapped the edge of the bamboo chair with his fingers, leaning back against the blue cushion with his knees drawn up. The afternoon breeze blew through the window. He tilted his head lazily with a smile, the red coral bead in his hair swaying gently. "Oh? You dreamed about me?"
Karin rolled her eyes. "I just met someone I've seen in my dreams, but I've never met in real life."
"He has white eyes, just like the old priest from that day. He held an umbrella for me in my dream, and just now he kindly reminded me not to go to the barrier of the Burial God Abyss and was going to team up with me, but I always feel that something is strange."
Luo Chuan's tapping fingers suddenly froze. He propped up his brow, his voice trailing off with a laugh, "Little Pear Blossom is indeed more popular than I expected..."
Karin: "?"
Luo Chuan closed the book listlessly. "Among the Witch Clan, there are two with white eyes: Priest Wu Jin and Crown Prince Fen Yu."
"Burning Rain?" Huali repeated subconsciously.
"You call me that so naturally?" Luo Chuan's heterochromatic eyes held a half-smile. "Little Pear, are you perhaps planning to take advantage of me and then abandon me? That won't do."
What is all this about?
I consider you a brother, and we're practically brothers, yet you're still trying to outsmart me.
Seeing that the little girl in front of him had been provoked, Luo Chuan then said frankly, still not quite finished, "In the Witch Clan, never stare into the eyes of any living creature without being on guard."
Something's definitely not right.
Huali wanted to ask more, but she noticed that Luo Chuan's knuckles on the armrest were a cold, jade-like white, and his collar, embroidered with dark patterns, was slightly damp with sweat.
Hua Li was about to suggest that if he was really uncomfortable, she should let him sleep in the bed tonight, but before she could say anything, Luo Chuan leaned over to her first.
“Little Pear’s eyes…” His wide sleeves slipped down, and his lips, paler than usual, were gilded with a warm gold by the sunlight. “Could it be that he has abandoned the darkness and come to the light, discovering that I am the one he can entrust his life to?”
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