Chapter 198: Love

Bo Lou was in a good mood and wanted to laugh, "Why? You like me with horns?"

He Cen smiled and said, "I haven't seen it before, I'm just curious, it seems like it would be very cool to have a magic horn. Although I don't know if it would improve in strength, I think it would be very impressive."

The little sword spirit had a nice idea. Bo Lou just smiled and didn't say anything. He had already refined his horns, so it wouldn't be easy for them to grow out of thin air now.

It would be fine to transform into a pair of magic horns, but I don’t know what He Cen likes.

Although horns are a symbol of magic, if they don't look good, it will affect his image. What if the little sword spirit doesn't like him anymore?

Several masters also have appearance anxiety and would not try anything they are not sure of.

After Jun Chao and Wen Qing found the eye of the formation, they took the evil object, the Yin-Yang Dragon Eye, to test it, but the formation did not activate. It seemed that their research was not completed at that time.

Either this magic has not reached the final step, or it is a cover and there are other things they want to hide behind it.

The world of cultivation is huge, and there are many evil cultivators who are hiding. The God-Slaying Sect is just a small part of this force. There are thousands of people in this world, and many of them have unknown secrets behind them. How could they dare to show these shameful things openly?

Without He Cen, these people might not know about the situation until things become a big deal.

Fortunately, everything has been nipped in the bud.

This place is indeed a bit weird, so after a discussion among the masters, they decided to deal with it. Bo Lou took back his devil horn and devil eye, and his strength increased greatly. This matter was originally caused by him, so he didn't ask others to help.

After restoring the surrounding environment, he also made a number of magic circles to gather spiritual energy for improvement and adjustment.

"I haven't retrieved this devil horn for a thousand years. I will probably have to stay in seclusion for another ten days when I return this time."

He Cen went over to touch his horns, "Master, what are you going to do with this thing? Continue to refine it? Are you really unable to grow another pair of horns?"

Bo Lou laughed, "My ancestor, why do you have to stare at me growing horns all day long?"

"You just hope that your teacher is not a human, right?"

He Cen puffed his lips, "The story in that book is really exciting. You said that you are such a powerful demon king. If there is another bloodline in your body, you might be a descendant of some god. If you are an ancient beast, I will have two furry creatures to pet."

"Is it not okay for me to think about it? Who said sword spirits can't have dreams?"

Bo Lou couldn't argue with him. The little baby had a lot of strange ideas every day. He stretched out his hand and pulled He Cen's face, "You have beautiful ideas every day. Bei Qi is almost bald because of you. You still dare to have ideas about me?"

He Cen held his hand and cried softly, "Ahhh Master, you hurt your disciple~"

Bei Qi beside him slapped his teasing hand away and said, "That's enough, stop bullying our baby."

"Look at your strong hands. You always give us red marks when you pinch us."

Bo Lou laughed, and lifted He Cen's chin to take a look, "No way, I would never want to do that. My good baby is so obedient and sensible, I would never want to bully him."

This trip was very smooth and did not take long. Bo Lou went back to seclusion to refine the magic beads and magic horns. He Cen stood at the door and kicked the stones, then moved his eyes to the other three people.

Junchao, Beiqi: ...

Suddenly, they felt a lot of pressure. The two cunning ones quickly left, leaving the always honest and steady old ghost master, who sighed helplessly.

"Two old foxes, how fast can they run? If they can hide on the first day of the month, can they hide on the fifteenth day?"

He Cen stood beside him and nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, hello, Master, can you tell me a story?"

What could Wen Qing do? Once He Cen, this little sword spirit, sticks to people, no one can resist. Before he could even refuse, it already stuck to him like a pendant.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'm not running away, do you really have to watch me so closely?"

He Cen's soft little face rested against his shoulder. "I'm not afraid that you'll run away. I'm afraid that you'll just be perfunctory. Chaochao talked about your past and it was quite depressing. I'm afraid of touching on your sad memories, so I'll just comfort you first~"

"I won't share your injuries, nor will I tell anyone else. Don't feel burdened."

"Although what I said is a bit shameless, I really have no bad intentions, and I don't want to embarrass you... Please forgive my shamelessness."

After saying that, he still looked at you with those beautiful and innocent eyes, and Wen Qing's heart softened.

"I know you have no bad intentions. When you said you wanted to see our sea of ​​consciousness, I was already mentally prepared. The past is just a matter of the past, it's all in the past, it's okay."

Although he said this, his tone was obviously lowered.

Wen Qing was a ghost cultivator, he must have experienced the stage of being a human, and he must have suffered a lot when he died. He Cen pursed his lips. In fact, he was a little afraid to look, for fear that he would be very sad for his master.

"How about you tell me first? Give me a vaccination?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to handle the emotions and will cry my eyes out in your head..."

Wen Qing laughed, "Will you not feel bad if you put it that way?"

He Cen couldn't guarantee it either, so he whispered, "At least there's a preview."

Wen Qing raised his hand and touched his head. "I don't know which part of the memory you want to see. Anyway, my life was indeed very hard. I am a foreigner from the north, with a poor background. When I was a human, I was always a slave. Later, I was captured by an evil cultivator and made into a medicine maker. Fortunately, I survived until the end."

"I have this opportunity to cultivate immortality, but the process is a bit difficult."

"I think there are a lot of dark sides in my memory, and it won't be any easier than Bolou. You should be prepared in your heart. No matter what you see, don't be afraid of your teacher."

He Cen held his hand tightly, "No, I will always stand by you. You are all my best masters. I will never stay away from you."

Although he made such a promise, Wen Qing was actually unsure in his heart. His family background was really bad, and his days as a slave were dark and gloomy. He was ordered around like a dog, which was really disgusting.

He felt conflicted about showing this look to his beloved baby.

But He Cen wanted to understand that there must always be a process of honesty. He had been holding it in for so long and it was actually quite sad.

If he wants to see it, let him see it.

Wen Qing was not good at speaking, so he gave He Cen a simple summary anyway. He hoped that the little sword spirit would not look down on him because of this. He did not ask for anything else. As long as their relationship could be maintained as usual, he would be satisfied.

This is the only wish of the big boss in the ghost world. If He Cen knew that his tall and mighty master was as sensitive as a young wife, he would probably pity him very much.