The Flute Demon Storm (VIII)
Scarlet robes filled the entire Immortal Slaying Hall. They crowded shoulder to shoulder around the arena, muttering incoherently, chanting, "Destroy the Immortal Realm! Destroy the Immortal Realm!"
Chu Caiwu looked around and found Yin Zhuo at a glance. He had little presence in the crowd and looked frail, but there was something different about him that made people want to pity him.
In just this one glance, Chu Caiwu and Yin Zhuo actually looked at each other.
Chu Caiwu felt a little uncomfortable being seen suddenly. She subconsciously lowered her eyes to avoid Xiao Yinzhuo's gaze.
Seeing her lower her eyes, Yin Zhuo didn't look at her again.
Chu Caiwu originally thought that Yin Zhuo couldn't see her, but now Yin Zhuo looked like a child, with a clear look in his eyes and eyebrows, and he was actually very handsome.
However, this was the singer's illusion. Chu Caiwu had been trapped here for a long time. The singer was extremely weird and said a lot of things that she didn't understand, such as that she was guilty of a heinous crime.
Besides, Yin Zhuo and Chi Ce have both become smaller versions of themselves, looking like children. It is hard to say whether their lives will be threatened or not. We absolutely cannot delay here for too long.
Chu Caiwu was determined and took big strides towards Yin Zhuo. "Gurgle... Gurgle Gurgle." Suddenly, her stomach started to growl and her steps slowed down in embarrassment.
In the empty temple, every movement was extremely obvious, and the sound of "Gu..." echoed endlessly.
Chu Caiwu blushed with shame and wished she could bury her face in the dirt.
She covered her stomach awkwardly, muttering to herself, "Damn it, why am I hungry at this hour?"
There was the rustling sound of fabric, and in the blink of an eye, half a shiny white bun wrapped in a handkerchief was handed to Chu Caiwu.
"Girl, eat. Don't be hungry."
Chu Caiwu was overjoyed. He stared at the steamed bun in Yin Zhuo's hand and took a bite without hesitation.
The noodles have a rich aroma that hits your nose, and taste sweet in your mouth, which is very delicious.
Chu Caiwu ate with gusto, but the "mantou" always wanted to retreat.
Chu Caiwu raised his eyes, and Xiao Yin Zhuo's ears turned red. He was breathing heavily. He wanted to withdraw his arm, but he couldn't bear to do so.
Chu Caiwu smiled knowingly. Yin Zhuo was such a kind person when he was a child. He knew to feed her even at such a young age. He was worthy of being her food coupon!
For some reason, Chu Caiwu's heart was filled with pride, like a proud little peacock!
The sweetness spread in the mouth. Time passed for one second, two seconds, and it was still, but it passed very quickly. The two of them had been in a stalemate for a long time.
Yin Zhuo's arm was still suspended in the air, holding up the steamed bun without any hesitation: "Miss... do you still want to eat?"
"Men and women should not touch each other!" A loud shout broke the silence, and Chi Ce walked over here.
Chu Caiwu stared at the young Chi Ce in surprise. The difference between him and his childhood was that he was covered with a bunch of swords and knives, looking like... a knife dealer!
"Girl, why are you staring at a man? Maybe you like me?" Chi Ce sheathed his sword, looking very proud.
Sure enough, Chi Ce is still the same character, and has not changed since he was a child.
Chu Caiwu was not interested in him. The world is big, but food coupons are the most important!
Chu Caiwu opened her small mouth, took a big bite, and swallowed the steamed bun in Yin Zhuo's hand clean.
Yin Zhuo's skin was as white as a white jade porcelain vase, but now her eyes were so red that they seemed to be broken, and her whole face was flushed.
The steamed bun was a bit dry and got stuck in Chu Caiwu's throat, making him feel suffocated. Chu Caiwu stretched his neck slightly and finally swallowed it, and his breathing became more stable.
But he found that Yin Zhuo's eyes were red and his whole face was flushed.
Chu Caiwu had just caught her breath, but now she was confused again, her mind was in turmoil: "I... I... did I do something wrong? Don't cry, don't cry!" After she finished speaking, she was about to reach out and wipe Yin Zhuo's face.
Chu Caiwu's wrist was grabbed tightly and forcefully. It was Chi Ce, who stood in front of the two of them.
"Are you stupid? He's so red, how can he be crying? Men and women shouldn't touch each other!" Chi Ce was filled with righteous indignation when he was suddenly pulled back by Yin Zhuo.
Yin Zhuo shook his head: "It's okay, don't scare the girl, she's also very hungry."
"Men and women should not touch each other?" Chu Caiwu pondered over these words. Yin Zhuhong was so red just now. It seemed that she had gone too far. Well... she was like a flower thief.
The fennel spirit became a flower thief.
In an instant, a green shadow rushed past, and the sound of a flute was heard, strange and evil.
Chu Caiwu came to his senses and shouted, "Be careful!"
Unexpectedly, Chi Ce had already stood in front of the two of them, drew his sword and pointed it directly at the green shadow.
The green shadow was constantly flowing, without a fixed shape, and was surrounded by ripples, which were emerald green sound waves.
Suddenly, the sound waves vibrated and spread like an invasion, echoing in circles and rushing towards the three people.
First there was a pleasant flute sound, and then in an instant, "Zila" and "Zila", a sharp buzzing sound, which made people get goose bumps and feel numb all over.
With a "bang", the long sword fell to the ground with a bang, and Chi Ce's whole body hit the ground straight. It was as if his body was sprinkled with bone-eroding poison, and he rolled from side to side in pain.
Chu Caiwu was about to help Chi Ce, but Yin Zhuo also fell to the ground, holding his head and groaning.
Now that the food coupons were gone, Chu Caiwu's heart was pounding, and sweat was oozing out. He absolutely couldn't let... his only... food coupon die! He was usually very weak.
Chu Caiwu put Chi Ce down, picked up her skirt, and ran towards Yin Zhuo: "Don't die, don't die!" Yin Zhuo's eyelashes trembled faintly.
Chu Caiwu knelt on the ground, helped Yin Zhuo up, and half-hugged him in his arms: "If you die, I will not live either." Of course, if Yin Zhuo died, Chu Caiwu would have no source of immortal blood and would not be far from starving to death.
Chu Caiwu gasped, and Yin Zhuo's closed eyes seemed to move a few times!
The flute demon transformed into a vaguely human form, but its body was still unclear. He looked at Yin Zhuo's handsome face with jealousy and envy in his eyes. He snorted coldly: "You die for the young master, but he won't die for you."
Chu Caiwu raised her eyes and glared at the flute demon. She looked very imposing on the surface, but she was actually very guilty.
The flute demon wanted to capture her, and mentioned the fennel spirit by name. It is likely that he has recognized her by now.
The reason was simple: Chu Caiwu was wearing a green silk skirt and a fennel flower on her head...it was more obvious than anything else.
Chu Caiwu clenched her fists, feeling angry and resentful. She didn't know any magic and could only kill demons with blood. However, her body gradually became transparent and she could no longer fill her stomach with the steamed buns she had just eaten.
The only thing he could do was to try to kill the flute demon with his own blood.
Chu Caiwu was only 30% sure, because the sound wave just now was very strange, with demonic energy dominating, mixed with the breath of demons and the breath of immortals.
She could only gamble that the flute demon had the aura of a demon.
Chu Caiwu bit his arm, but missed: "Oh no, I'm going to starve to death!"
The flute demon continued to laugh and chatter: "The leader of the immortal clan is the one who captured you. Your blood is useless to a demon like me."
Chu Caiwu raised her voice: "Bad flute!" She just wanted to delay time.
A thunderstorm suddenly arose, the illusion collapsed, Yin Zhuo's hair floated and entangled with Chu Caiwu's hair.
The sharp claws rushed straight towards Chu Caiwu's neck, blue-black air spiraled upward, and demonic energy filled the sky.
Chu Caiwu had no time to run and didn't know where to hide. She closed her eyes and hugged Yin Zhuo. Only by holding the food coupons could she have a false sense of security.
Yin Zhuo opened his lips slightly and uttered a few words: "Bite, me...blood."
Chu Caiwu bit Yin Zhuo's neck, and blood oozed from his fair skin. Along with an unknown fragrance, she sucked it mouthful by mouthful, infatuated by it.
In an instant, the sharp claws scratched her shoulder and blood splattered on the ground.
The sharp claws emitted white smoke as if they were cooked, fell to the ground, and kept twitching.
After drinking Yin Zhuo's blood, Chu Caiwu became physical and could use her blood poison to fight the flute demon.
This time, the bet won.
Chu Caiwu was brought back to her senses by the pain. She looked at Yin Zhuo's red and white neck. She wanted to bite it and suck it hard, but she was afraid of eating Yin Zhuo to death.
The green shadow of the flute demon circled around the two of them countless times, muttering and cursing: "Monster, you are a monster!"
Chu Caiwu hugged Yin Zhuo tightly, ignoring the flute demon. She was really afraid that she would suck Yin Zhuo to death, so she reached out to feel his breath.
Breathing...rapid?
"Ahhh... uh." The flute demon suddenly choked.
Chi Ce used the magic whip to strangle the flute demon's neck: "Monster, I think it's you."
The flute demon choked and its flowing body slid outwards, trying to escape.
Chi Ce injected the golden light magic into the demon-binding whip. The flute demon was originally a flowing shape, and now its neck was tied very thinly, while its head was swollen and large.
Chu Caiwu and Yin Zhuo also rushed over, deliberately keeping a long distance between them.
Yin Zhuo glanced at the flute demon, who was surprisingly able to be bound by the demon-binding whip. He interrogated him, "Where are all the demons you captured?"
Chi Ce loosened his grip on the demon-binding whip, and the flute demon returned to its original form, begging for mercy: "My original form is just a flute, not even a bamboo. I had to do all this in order to transform! Can you please let me go..."
Yin Zhuo stepped forward and said, "If that claw had succeeded, I think you would have gone on a killing spree."
The flute demon wanted to explain himself, but was speechless. He said in confusion, "I won't kill the fennel spirit."
That claw just now... was dark blue and creepy, and it was aimed at Chu Caiwu.
She had imagined everything at that time, such as her chest being pierced and dying with the food coupons she had not even eaten a few bites of.
Why did this flute demon say that he would not kill her?
Chu Caiwu stepped forward angrily: "If it weren't for the food coupons." She suddenly realized that she had said it too bluntly. To hide her embarrassment, she patted Yin Zhuo's shoulder and changed the subject: "If it weren't for Yin Zhuo, I'm afraid you would have exposed me long ago!"
There was a gloom in the flute demon's eyes, and a flash of murderous intent passed through his eyes.
Chu Caiwu lifted up the hem of her skirt and took big steps to hide behind Yin Zhuo.
The flute demon...has a backup plan!
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