Although he didn't know why the Ghost King was always keen on pinching people's chins, Shen Wuyou still looked at his gloomy and thin face obediently and said:
"Of course it's true."
"The higher the cultivation level, the weaker the poison?" he asked again.
"I don't know," she said honestly.
Hearing this, Yan Fuluo was obviously angry, and almost crushed her jaw with one hand. She quickly added:
"After all, it's just speculation, there's no guarantee."
After saying this, his anger subsided a little, and he continued to ask:
"So, once you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can be resurrected?"
Shen Wuyou looked into his eyes and said blankly, "I don't know."
What the hell? Did you slip up?
She was just thinking about whether to make amends when she suddenly heard the other party angrily ask, "Why don't you know?"
She felt that the other party's anger had reached its peak. Just as she was trying to sort out her words, her mouth suddenly uttered uncontrollably:
"Because it's just speculation."
“…”
It’s over, it’s over, Shen Wuyou roared in his heart, it’s over, why do I always lose control of my mouth! Anyone who hears this will think I’m playing a trick on them, right?!
Oh my god!!!
But the miraculous thing is that although Yamabula was angry, he did not have the murderous intent of being deceived.
In Shen Wuyou's eyes, the gloomy face that was so close to her was grinding its back teeth in anger and annoyance. She deeply felt that the other party wanted to strangle her to death, but for some reason, he did not do it for a long time, which made her very angry.
No, he threw Shen Wuyou to the ground with a sudden swing, looking down at her condescendingly without any mercy, and said in a sinister tone:
"How sure are you?"
"Ninety percent."
This is the truth.
Shen Wuyu believed that most of the things recorded in ancient books and treasured in the library were true. An Lanqing confirmed all of this, and Yan Qingli also knew something about it. They all had reasons and evidence, and the texts obtained from ancient books could not be false.
The only difference is whether the viewer's understanding will be biased.
So, it is almost certain that the rumor is not groundless.
Hearing this, the anger in Yanfuluo's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he immediately leaned forward and asked:
"Are you sure?"
Shen Wuyou nodded: "OK."
Yambu Luo asked again: "But how can I trust you?"
Shen Wuyou asked back: "Do you have any other choice?"
Yambu Luo: "...You really are not afraid of death!"
“…”
Shen Wuyou remained silent, she couldn't speak at this moment.
Regardless of her reaction, Yan Fuluo stood up and thought for a while, then suddenly thought: "So as long as you can improve your cultivation, it will be enough? I will go and catch some spiritual cultivators for you to eat."
What? Cannibalism?
"Wait a moment!"
She suddenly spoke out to stop him, and when she saw the other party's gloomy gaze focused on her, she explained awkwardly:
"Forced spiritual power is useless to me..."
This was a bit nonsense. Sure enough, the look in Yanbu Luo's eyes when he looked at her changed slightly, becoming more and more dangerous.
Seeing this, Shen Wuyou quickly spoke up and dropped a bombshell:
"Otherwise, why would the Demon Lord let me go?"
The power of this bomb was so great that it shocked Yan Fuluo like thunder in the sky. He was stunned and looked at her carefully with narrowed eyes. His voice revealed some dangerous signals:
“Bhagavan also knows?”
But the moment he asked the question, he knew the answer. Indeed, how could Bhagavan have been silent for three hundred years, and then he would emerge from seclusion just as the Manjushage demon appeared?
This must be the legendary flower demon!
He knew the Demon Lord's abilities. Without his consent, how could this little flower demon leave the Demon Palace? How could he leave the Demon Realm?
His dominant skill [Indestructible Golden City] is as solid as a rock and indestructible.
Even a third-level Heavenly Rank Ghost King like him could not break such a barrier.
But Bhagavan obviously came here just for this flower demon, so how could he let her go so easily?
so...
He narrowed his eyes, his cold red pupils full of inquiry.
Suddenly, he asked, "What did he say?"
Shen Wuyou was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that he was referring to the Demon Lord Bhagavan. Then, the next moment, she heard her own clear voice:
"He said he wouldn't hurt me."
Shen Wuyou: ...What the hell? Why is she saying that? The Demon Lord should have told her to go out and gain experience and improve her cultivation!
At the same time, Yan Fuluo looked solemn:
So, Bhagavan really knew something, so he let the little flower demon go?
Is it so that she can gain experience outside, and when her cultivation is strong enough to be resurrected from the dead, then he can bring her back and cut out her heart?
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Thinking of Bhagavan's cold and indifferent face, Yambula felt a sense of irony and sneered.
"Bhagavan, Bhagavan, I never thought that you are such a person, haha..."
Shen Wuyou: “???”
No, what's wrong with me? What's the point of looking at me with disdain?
"So, Lord Ghost King, what do you say?"
Her dark eyes were as clear and calm as ever, and she seemed very confident in her situation.
Why?
Are you confident?
Yan Fuluo stared at her for a long while, his cold and terrifying eyes closely watching her every move, determined to see something from it.
Unfortunately, there is nothing.
This flower demon is really so calm, without even a trace of fear. Does she really not care about life and death, or is she really sure that she will not kill her?
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