Chapter 30
Cassel was horrified. He widened his eyes in disbelief. He snatched the chain from Chen Zhufeng's hand, touched it left and right, and finally hit his head hard.
Hmm——
It hurts so much.
Cassel's eyes were filled with tears from the pain. He held the chain tightly and didn't let go. He covered his head with one hand and looked at the shocked Shen Zhufeng, saying, "It seems that what you said is true."
“…”Chen Zhufeng felt that the world was a little upside down. Is he crazy, or is Nie Wuhen crazy? A child of destiny would actually protect such a fool...
"Actually," Cassel clenched the chain and bit his lip, "I am also a demon. Nie Wuhen and I are not of the same kind. He was the one who sealed my magic power."
"A devil? That goes without saying," Chen Zhufeng picked up the other end of the chain and pulled it hard - he thought the man in front of him would let go, but Cassel showed no sign of letting go, and followed his force, almost bumping into him!
"There's something wrong with your brain." Chen Zhufeng's face turned cold. He grabbed Cassel's collar and squinted at him.
"I'm fine." Cassel smiled, flatteringly and pitifully. He still couldn't control his instinct to disguise himself, especially when facing someone with much stronger magic power than himself.
"Can you help me unlock my magic power?" Cassel carefully held Chen Zhufeng's cold hand, trembling his eyelashes, and said pitifully, "I can promise you anything."
"Does Nie Wuhen know that you are like this?" Chen Zhufeng chuckled. He touched Cassel's cheek, stroking it ambiguously, and said, "But I like - your skin. I really want to peel it off."
"I know you want Nie Wuhen to become a demon," Cassel said obediently and fearfully, "My magic power seems to be able to make him become a demon..."
His fear was just right, an attitude of being scared but wanting to live, weakness and submission, which were Cassel's most common means of luring the little angel. Including lies that come out of your mouth. Since Chen Zhufeng wanted Nie Wuhen to become a demon, he might as well make good use of this opportunity.
"You should have felt it," Cassel said timidly, "My magic power was sealed by Nie Wuhen. I don't want to stay with him, but I have no choice. The Wangchuan River is bitterly cold. If I don't follow Nie Wuhen, I'm afraid I won't even be alive."
Chen Zhufeng said nothing.
"Besides, it's just a shell," Cassel added, "As long as the magic power is released, I will take revenge on Nie Wuhen. I'll give this shell to you."
After a long time, just when Cassel thought Shen Zhufeng had figured out something, he unexpectedly heard Shen Zhufeng's gentle voice, replying to him, "Okay."
Cassel's heart was pounding.
He watched the black air condensing in front of him. Countless resentful voices sounded like echoes in a valley, intermittent and full of weirdness. It wrapped around his waist like a whirlwind, gradually moving downwards, and finally there seemed to be a sound of some ceramic breaking.
The next second, an evil demonic aura gushed out.
Shen Zhufeng's eyes became confused at that moment.
Cassel pushed the stunned Chen Zhufeng away, bit his fingertips and quickly wrote incomprehensible symbols on the ground. He heard Chen Zhufeng's angry voice and felt the suffocation on his neck at the same time. The screams around were even more shrill and terrifying.
Cassell's hands were shaking. He is racing against time and fighting against death.
"Nie Wuhen," Cassel choked up, "Why don't you come out?"
He felt that the blood seemed not enough, so he quickly wiped his eyes and opened his mouth to bite his wrist, but the next second, someone stopped him.
Turning around, it was Nie Wuhen.
"Nie Wuhen," Cassel cried and rushed over. He didn't notice Nie Wuhen's abnormality. He just hugged his neck as usual and complained in a sobbing voice, "That man wants to peel off my skin! Help me beat him up!"
The pure demonic aura almost condensed into a physical entity, sweeping over everything around. Chen Zhufeng, who was not far away, had a gloomy face, but when his gaze fell on Nie Wuhen, whose eyes flashed with a dark light, his eyes rolled and he smiled softly again.
“I came up with a brilliant idea,” he said.
"Goodbye, future Demon Lord."
Nie Wuhen clenched his fists tightly. He pinched Cassel's cheek and forced him to look into his eyes.
"Lie on my back," Nie Wuhen said with his eyes closed, his voice hoarse, "Try to hold back your strength."
Cassel dared not delay. He wiped away his tears and hurriedly climbed onto Nie Wuhen's back. It was only later that he realized that his magic power could really make Nie Wuhen become a demon.
He thought of the two tasks left by the so-called system when he first arrived.
[1. Gain the favor of Cloud Peak Sword Master Nie Wuhen. ]
[2. Complete the task of stopping the war between immortals and demons. ]
Cassel hesitated for a moment, then began to quickly gather the pure demonic aura around him.
He felt like he hadn't even completed the first mission. Nie Wuhen seemed annoyed even to talk to him more, so how could he possibly gain Nie Wuhen's favor?
Moreover, Nie Wuhen had said that once he was possessed by a demon, he might kill himself, the culprit. And if the war between immortals and demons really is triggered, what should he do to stop it?
For the first time, Cassell broke free from the obsession of "being possessed" and thought about the overall situation, only to find that he was not prepared for anything.
"Nie Wuhen," Cassel lay on Nie Wuhen's back, hugged his neck, put his head on his neck, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't be possessed by the devil..."
Nie Wuhen: "..."
He looked at Cassel in confusion, his eyes filled with astonishment and puzzlement. The last time I was possessed by a demon, my master helped me suppress my inner demons. Although they were not completely eliminated, the chance of me being possessed by a demon was pitifully small. Otherwise, the master would not have allowed himself to come to the Forgotten River, which is filled with evil thoughts.
His eyes flashed darkly, and that was only because he wanted to kill Shen Zhufeng. It is natural for the evil aura to feel uncomfortable when it first encounters pure magic. Just like someone who is used to the darkness suddenly stands in the light, he naturally closes his eyes.
"Kassel," Nie Wuhen lowered his eyes and asked, "Why don't you want me to become a demon?"
Cassel completely withdrew his magic power. When he heard Nie Wuhen asking him, he subconsciously pursed his lips and dared not speak.
"The Chen Zhufeng just now is the left protector of the demon clan." Nie Wuhen carried him forward and stood in a high and short house in the distance. Meng Po hunched her waist, knelt down tremblingly, and said something in a jumbled manner, which Cassel could not understand.
"What he said was not a joke," Nie Wuhen decided to make it clear to him, "Skinning is his usual method. There are countless demons of all sizes in the demon world, and most of them not only feed on human souls, but also enjoy torturing people for entertainment. Do you want to see it?"
"I don't want to." Cassel said pitifully, "I don't want to see them."
"So do you still think it's good to be possessed by a demon?"
"But I am a little devil." With his wings flapping slightly, bringing a gentle breeze, Cassel hugged Nie Wuhen's neck tightly and buried his face in Nie Wuhen's neck, sobbing, "I just want to go home, why is it so difficult?"
Nie Wuhen froze for a moment while holding the Wuwang Sword. He keenly felt a glimmer of light flashing in his mind, but it was too fast and he had no time to catch it. He always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something. An important piece of information that has been overlooked from beginning to end.
Nie Wuhen felt his neck was a little wet. He was silent for a long time, and when he could no longer hear Cassel's low sobbing, he continued: "How do you get home? I'll help you."
Cassel shook his head and said nothing.
Nie Wuhen asked him if he had found a way to go home a long time ago, but there was something holding him back.
Cassel remained silent. He closed his eyes and rubbed his tears onto Nie Wuhen's neck, but he didn't notice while rubbing, and his lips just brushed Nie Wuhen's neck lightly, and both of them were stunned.
When Cassel opened his eyes, he saw that Nie Wuhen's neck quickly turned red, until even the tips of his ears were red, as if he had been smeared with rouge. It feels a little hot to the touch.
Nie Wuhen's hand holding the Wuwang Sword was trembling slightly. He took a deep breath and finally calmed down his heart, but the words he said were unsteady: "Don't touch it. Go down."
Cassel was stunned for a moment, and the hand holding his neck loosened a little, but he didn't go down. Instead, he leaned over and asked carefully: "What's wrong?"
"I..." Nie Wuhen closed his eyes and felt the tips of his ears getting even hotter. However, the culprit was unaware of the situation and kept coming closer to him, asking him what was wrong. The warm breath and the soft voice beside my ear, plus the warm fragrance and soft jade behind me...
Nie Wuhen felt that he should return to Yundian as soon as possible and follow his master to practice the Way of Mercy, otherwise, he was afraid that his Taoism would be unstable.
Seeing that he only said one word after a long time, Cassel felt suddenly lonely. As expected, there was no good impression of him. He was unwilling to even say two words to me and even pushed me down.
Cassel's wings stopped flapping and drooped, just like its owner, with a look of grievance on his face.
Why is it so hard to go home? Cassel hated that thing called the system. His nose felt sore and his vision started to blur. Cassel wiped his eyes and struggled to jump off Nie Wuhen. Although he was facing Nie Wuhen, his head was lowered.
Nie Wuhen squatted down and was about to seal Cassel's magic power, but the Wangchuan River behind him began to surge with huge waves. Countless demon cultivators appeared, grinning and roaring, overturning the bamboo-leaf-like boat and devouring souls everywhere. In an instant, Wangchuan was in chaos.
Meng Po walked out trembling, his crutches fell to the ground, and with a "bang", the short house instantly turned into an old mount in the shape of a horse, with white hair and a string of bells hanging around its neck that jingled with its steps.
Cassel watched Meng Po sitting on the horse and floating towards the Wangchuan River. He held a cane in his hand and hit any evil cultivator on the head if he saw him committing a crime.
He touched his head and wanted to look at Nie Wuhen, only to find that the latter had already stood in front of him, attacking the demon cultivator approaching him from all directions.
The swords collided and made a loud noise.
Cassel blinked and tilted his head to look at him. His temper comes and goes quickly. Just like when he is most angry, a candied haws can coax him into peace. That’s the nature of a child.
The sudden demonic power carried a hint of curse, disguised as a pitiful appearance, and penetrated every corner. It was at this moment that all the demon cultivators seemed to be dizzy. They briefly indulge in their best moments, drowning in the ocean of tenderness and unable to extricate themselves.
Time was paused, and the green flame was burning, but its power was much weaker than at the beginning.
Nie Wuhen swung his sword and found something wrong. He turned his head sharply to look at Cassel, only to see him rushing over again, jumping on his back, and urging him, "Hurry up."
"Once they regain consciousness, it will be difficult to deal with them."
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