Chapter 192: No Oil or Salt

The Heavenly Book was so important that when He Cen asked for it, the masters gave it to him without blinking an eye. After the little sword spirit grabbed the Heavenly Book in his hand, he fiercely swung the sword forward and said, "Little things, are you ready to eat my merits?"

"Let me tell you guys, I'm not made of dough!"

With such a good-looking face, he also imitates others' tactics of intimidation and inducement. It doesn't look like he has any killing power. Several masters lowered their eyes and suppressed their laughter. How could this little darling He Cen make people so soft-hearted?

What on earth did you eat to grow up? You are so cute and have no brain.

His original form, Xiao Hei, is exactly the same as He Cen. He Cen is fierce, and he also has a red glow on his head.

A beautiful man, a beautiful sword.

What bad intentions could there be?

It doesn't look lethal.

Several heavenly books were playing dead in He Cen's hands. They were full of spiritual energy and were divine objects, but they still acted like a spoiled child in the hands of the little sword spirit, which made He Cen very angry.

Bei Qi was laughing, "He He is really a lively person. He can even quarrel with a few idiots. He has a lot of energy in a day."

Wen Qing looked very happy, "But he is so lively and energetic, which is the look I like."

The ghost world boss has always been calm and seldom participates in disputes. He is always used to being alone and has a rather dull personality. When he is with He Cen, he will appear more cheerful and will take the initiative to contact some people and things. He is interested in everything about the little sword spirit.

Perhaps it was because he had never grown up to be as bright and handsome as He Cen, so I always had a feeling of yearning and care for him.

He would envy something he didn't have and want to protect this beauty. He always wanted to see He Cen so happy and the light that was always jumping on his body could warm and illuminate people.

Because he himself also draws power from it, he attaches great importance to the belonging of the little sword spirit.

He Cen did not feel any hatred towards the possessiveness of his four masters, probably because he was alone in the past and no one had ever cared about him.

There is no one who is considerate enough to help him solve his problems, no one who stands firmly by his side, and no one who favors him with all these delicious and fun pets, but he still cherishes them very much.

After this retreat is over, he also plans to take a good look at the memories of several of his masters and cut off some of the hidden clues that were planted before, so as not to hinder their ascension.

When he was studying the heavenly book, his masters did not disturb him. The power of the ancient gods contained in these four fragments was quite strong. He Cen fumbled in the room for several days before he found a way to drive them.

Because there are four pieces, one for each master.

He Cen discovered that this heavenly book seemed to record the fate of several masters in the first half of their lives. Just like what Jixiang Ruyi said, they were basically destined to be doomed.

There is a heavy smell of blood on everyone. Due to fate, life is full of eight sufferings and is complicated and entangled.

In the life of an ordinary cultivator, it is likely that they will only experience some suffering in the world, and most of their time should be spent on cultivation.

But the experiences of these masters seemed to be ten times more than that of others. He Cen frowned when he saw this. After studying the heavenly book, he went back to look for his good master.

Having seen Bo Lou's memories before, He Cen naturally looked for him first, "Are you busy?"

Bo Lou laughed, "No, what's up, ancestor? What new ideas have you come up with? Are you ready to come over and bother your master?"

He Cen smiled and pushed him to sit down, "How can I bother you? Come on, close your eyes and let me take another look."

Bo Lou was stunned. "Looking at the sea of ​​consciousness memories again?"

"Which part do you want to read? I have too many memories. Just tell me and I will find them separately for you."

He Cen shook his head. "No, no, I'll go in and find it myself. It won't bother you. Just go about your business and don't worry about me."

Thin building: ...

I feel a bit helpless about him.

The Demon Lord laughed and said, "No, I was just worried that you might be scared by what you saw. I used to be very violent, and I'm afraid that may have overturned your imagination."

It was obvious that the little sword spirit had never been exposed to the dark side. When Bo Lou and the others interacted with him, they also deliberately disguised themselves. No one wanted to appear bad in front of He Cen, and they didn't want the sword spirit to misunderstand and distance themselves from them.

If He Cen wanted to watch, he would not refuse, but he was still a little nervous, fearing that He Cen would see some bloody and violent scenes and change his attitude towards getting close to him.

Seeing that he was in a dilemma, He Cen tilted his head and leaned forward to look at him, "Can't I watch it anymore?"

Bo Louxin clapped his hands and covered his beautiful eyes. "It's too unfair for you to look at me like this. How can I refuse you?"

He Cen took his hand and placed it against his palm, "You have to show me, no matter good or bad, you are my master, I can't give up on you~"

"I don't know what you were like before. I don't know anything. How can I help you ascend?"

He actually didn't want to poke holes in his masters' wounds, but if he didn't understand their past by reading the heavenly book, he wouldn't be able to resolve the issue of their fate.

These four people are special. On one hand, they are being watched covetously by the system, and on the other hand, they have to undergo the test of ascension to heaven.

There were some things that He Cen was holding back in his heart and couldn't tell them, so he could only act cute and attack them, hoping to make them soft-hearted.

Bo Lou was an impatient man with no self-control. He was completely helpless as He Cen kept pestering him.

"Okay, okay, don't look so aggrieved, as if I have bullied you. Just watch it. Be careful. I may not remember some of my memories clearly. I am now much higher than you. The sea of ​​consciousness is a very dangerous place. Don't get yourself trapped."

He Cen stretched out his hand and hugged his neck, then put his face close to his. "No, I won't. You are my good master. I believe you won't hurt me."

Bo Lou sighed softly, "This is not a question of whether I will hurt you or not. The memories in the sea of ​​consciousness are too many and too complicated. Even I can't guarantee everything."

"Most monks have inner demons that they cultivate. You should know in your heart that your master is not a kind person."

"Those things can certainly be suppressed, but they always exist and cannot be completely eliminated..."

Having said that, he didn't know what to say anymore. Seeing the little sword spirit looking at him with a pair of innocent big eyes, he felt both angry and amused.

"Little ancestor, you don't want to be picky anymore, right?"

He Cen pursed his lips and said, "Good Master, don't worry, I'm very powerful."

"I won't dislike you. I'm your best disciple and I'm the closest person to you in the world."

Bolou had no choice but to agree.

He Cen is looking at you eagerly. You are such a beautiful little baby, but he is asking you such a simple request. It would hurt your conscience if you refuse.

To put it bluntly, it's just a habit. As long as the request is achievable, I will try my best to satisfy it.