Chapter 28
Chen Zhufeng pursed his lips and smiled, not showing any fear at all. He was clearly in a state of being as happy as a spring breeze, but at that moment, he became a strange foil.
Chen Zhufeng poured a glass of wine, pushed it in front of Nie Wuhen, and said, "Master Sword Master, why do you have to confront me so sharply? Maybe in the near future, I will still respect Master Sword Master as my master."
The wine glass in front of him suddenly exploded as Chen Zhufeng finished speaking.
There was a sudden silence around, and everyone looked at Cassel in surprise and suspicion. For a moment, no one dared to speak.
Chen Zhufeng wiped his bloody palm nonchalantly - the wine glass exploded, and the debris pierced his palm, along with the wine, it was a little painful, but it was no big deal.
Nie Wuhen: "Get lost."
"Master Sword Master, why are you so angry? It hurts our harmony."
"Immortals and demons cannot coexist," Nie Wuhen put one hand on Cassel's shoulder and supported the trembling Wuwang Sword with the other hand, and said condescendingly, "There is no such thing as harmony between me and the demon clan's left protector. It's only life and death."
"Then Lord Sword Master, do you dare to fight here?" Chen Zhufeng laughed cheerfully. He raised the wine jug and poured wine on the ground. The wine fell on the ground and spread all over. It was also at that moment that the people at other tables who had been expressionless looked over, and a dark red flashed in their eyes.
Obviously, he came prepared.
"When we demon cultivators get ruthless, we will even kill our own people," Chen Zhufeng stood up and looked at Nie Wuhen. He smiled with narrowed eyes and bowed respectfully. His voice was raised high enough for the other cultivators present to hear clearly. He said, "Master Sword Master."
The following words were drowned in Nie Wuhen's sword energy, and he suddenly turned into light and shadow, disappearing bit by bit. At the very end, he mouthed to Nie Wuhen and said:
"Master Demon."
"Goodbye."
The people in the tavern panicked, looking at Nie Wuhen with fear and condemnation. They whispered to each other, fumbled for the swords at their waists, and ran away in an instant.
Nie Wuhen never cared about these things. He just looked at Cassel and said simply, "Let's go."
Cassel nodded quickly.
He felt that the bottle of medicine in his hand was particularly hot. Cassel wanted to throw it away, but when he turned around and looked at Nie Wuhen who was staring at him, he didn't dare to throw it away.
Cassel was afraid of being discovered by him.
But his movements were too big and his expressions too obvious. His eyelashes trembled, and he looked guilty, even his wings were curled up behind him. This is telling Nie Wuhen clearly, I hid something, why didn't you come and ask
Nie Wuhen was really afraid that he had hidden something that could possess a demon, so he directly said, "Give it to me."
Cassel's eyes wandered: "What is that?"
Nie Wuhen said nothing.
In the moment of silence, white light suddenly appeared under the feet of the two people. When Cassel reacted, he found that the scene in front of him had changed. This is not the tavern just now, it is clearly the guest room this morning.
Cassel: “!!!”
"The things," Nie Wuhen repeated, "Take them out."
"I won't!" Cassel didn't dare to take it out, but he didn't have the confidence. The first half of the sentence was very loud, and the second half was so quiet that only he could hear it, "Why should I give you my things?"
But Nie Wuhen was an immortal cultivator, so it was impossible for him not to hear: "Give me back the Night Pearl."
Cassel hesitated even more. He seemed to have used several luminous pearls, and a few were missing. What if they were discovered? The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he felt. The wings behind him drooped instantly, but Nie Wuhen kept urging him on.
Cassel could only hand the bag to Nie Wuhen and whispered, "I'll return it..."
Nie Wuhen didn't respond to him. He added a bunch of night pearls into the bag until the bag could no longer hold any more. Then he gave it back to Cassel and motioned for him to take it.
Cassel was dumbfounded: "Why... give it to me again"
"Give it if you want," Nie Wuhen said, "Take it."
Cassel took it blankly.
Nie Wuhen did not ask him what he wanted, but just walked aside and spread the bedding - Cassel was drunk last night, and he sat by the window, feeling the cold wind all night. Now it was noon and he felt a little sleepy.
Cassel pursed his lips and hesitated for a long time. He hung the Night Pearl on his waist with a groan, put the porcelain bottle containing the Hehuan Powder on the table, called Nie Wuhen in a low voice, and said, "It's nothing. There is just a fortune teller who asked me to buy his things..."
Nie Wuhen spread the quilt and turned to look over - there was no trace of demonic energy, so he thought it was some trick of the fortune teller.
"Generally, this kind of person is a liar. Don't trust him in the future."
"But he's pretty good," Cassel couldn't help but argue, "He could tell at a glance that you and I were together, and he also knew that you were the Sword Master."
"The indelible scar on your hand," Nie Wuhen broke his fantasy and said, "Anyone who knows magic knows that it was caused by the Wuwang Sword. As for the fortune teller, it's probably just a guess."
"Then how does he know that you and I are not from the same world?" Cassel felt that the fortune teller would definitely not lie to him. "He is really good at fortune telling."
"..." Nie Wuhen's mouth twitched slightly, "I can calculate too."
Cassel was suspicious: "You"
"Before that," Nie Wuhen said without changing his tone, "you plan to give me that bottle of medicine, right?"
Cassel froze.
"It seems to be right," Nie Wuhen said without any emotion, "I can't tell fortunes, but your expression is too obvious. The so-called fortune teller is just trying to cheat you of your night pearls. Let me guess again, did he come to you because you were counting the night pearls on the table in broad daylight?"
Cassel stiffened his neck: "I..."
"Be more careful next time."
Nie Wuhen sighed. He now seriously doubted whether Cassel would become insane if he saw the cruelty of the evil cultivators. He still gradually let him know the cruelty of the demon cultivators, so that he could slowly dispel the so-called "there is nothing wrong with becoming a demon".
Cassel responded listlessly.
The porcelain vase on the table was a bit disgusting. Cassel bit his lip and slowly took the vase back.
“What’s inside?”
Cassel found it difficult to speak, but he still said: "...Hehuan Powder."
Nie Wuhen froze as he tried to lift the quilt.
"I'm sorry," Cassel's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was hoarse. He threw the porcelain bottle aside, ran over, hugged Nie Wuhen's waist, put his head on his back, and said, "Please don't be angry, okay?"
"…Give me some Hehuan powder."
Nie Wuhen frowned, and he couldn't believe what he said. He really didn't understand why Cassel did this, or was it that in Cassel's eyes, he was so weak that he even needed to rely on the Hehuan Powder to...
"What's in your head?" Nie Wuhen turned around, he pulled Cassel, asked him to step back a little, his fingertips touched his eyes, Nie Wuhen wiped his tears resignedly, "Why did you give me the Hehuan Powder?"
Cassel rushed over to hug Nie Wuhen, trying to change the subject, but he didn't know what was wrong with Nie Wuhen. He pressed his shoulders with both hands to prevent him from moving and insisted that he tell him the reason.
"I..." Cassel looked pitiful, his mind was in a mess and he didn't know how to explain it at all - his original intention was just to make Nie Wuhen fall in love and make him possessed by the devil, so that he could complete the so-called mission and return to the devil's hell to see Barbatos. But who knew that the fortune teller was so outrageous, and no one told him that the thing that could make people emotional was the Hehuan Powder.
"I have no idea……"
"How could you not know what you did?" Nie Wuhen didn't buy his tricks. He locked his eyes on his face, trying to find out something. He leaned over and asked, "Casel, why did you give me the Hehuan Powder?"
Cassel bit his lip, lowered his eyes and refused to speak. The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time, and Cassel finally felt the force on his shoulders loosen.
Nie Wuhen took off his boots, put them aside, and said calmly: "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. Don't sleep in the bed tonight."
Cassel's eyes widened: "I don't want it!"
"Then tell me."
Cassel was discouraged: "If I don't want to sleep, then don't sleep. Anyway, I have the Night Pearl, I can go somewhere else."
"There are demons and monsters at night," Nie Wuhen reminded him, "similar to the skeleton monsters you have seen."
Cassel: “…”
Nie Wuhen ignored him. He lifted the quilt and crawled into it. Just as he was about to lie down and take a nap, he felt his body sink. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Cassel taking off his shoes and coming up!
"What are you arguing about?" Nie Wuhen said in a low voice, "How can two people sleep in the same bed?"
"Why not?" Cassel didn't care, pulling his quilt while pushing Nie Wuhen into the bed, "I want to sleep on the bed! Why can't two people sleep together? We have slept together before!"
Nie Wuhen raised his voice: "What nonsense are you talking about? When did you sleep together?"
"I'm not talking nonsense!" Cassel pulled Nie Wuhen's quilt, but Nie Wuhen held it tightly and wouldn't let him pull it. Cassel immediately got angry and rushed over to pull Nie Wuhen's clothes, "I want to sleep with you!"
Nie Wuhen: “…”
He suddenly let go and let Cassel pull his clothes and tug on his quilt. When the latter realized something was wrong and looked up at him, he suddenly turned over and pressed the man down!
"What are you doing - ugh, my little wings!" Cassel pressed his little wings and immediately yelled, "It hurts!"
Nie Wuhen sat up, helped Cassel up, took a look at his wings, and seeing that there was nothing wrong, he took a deep breath and said coldly, "Go down."
"I just don't want to go down!" Cassel flapped his wings and huddled in the corner of the bed. He pulled the quilt to cover himself and argued reasonably, "The bed is so big, why can't two people sleep on it?"
Nie Wuhen was tidying up his clothes. Hearing this, he looked up at him and said, "Then tell me why you gave me the Hehuan Powder."
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