Chapter 66
Rumors spread fast. Some people said that they had seen the left protector of the demon clan saluting Nie Wuhen and calling him Lord Demon. Others said that the left protector of the demon clan volunteered to die for Nie Wuhen... In short, the news was getting more and more outrageous.
Nie Wuhen took Cassel out and heard an updated version, saying that the Cassel behind him was a cauldron, a tool to retain his demonic energy and help him hide his identity.
The sword energy spread, and the man who was still shouting instantly fell to the ground, looking at Nie Wuhen in horror. He retreated while shouting: "The Demon Lord killed people! The Demon Lord killed people!"
Nie Wuhen was too lazy to pay attention to him, but there were too many immortal cultivators standing around. They thought they were chivalrous and brave, so they surrounded him and shouted, "Demon Lord, watch out!"
The immortal cultivator couldn't even draw his sword.
The Wuwang Sword emitted a cold light and made a buzzing sound, shocking all the cultivators who approached Nie Wuhen.
The immortal cultivators were horrified, and they trembled and dared not step forward, their faces turning red.
"A useless piece of shit who goes with the flow." Nie Wuhen flicked the hilt of the Wuwang sword with his hand, and the pure aura on the top of the cloud spread out instantly, pure and without a trace of demonic energy.
"If I were the Demon Lord, none of you would survive." Nie Wuhen raised his chin and looked at them, "Get lost."
Those people had never been scolded like that before. They were immediately furious, but they didn't dare to say anything. One or two of them were about to leave, but there were always some who were not afraid of death and said, "Then why did you go down the mountain? If you don't practice, what are you going down the mountain for? And when you came, the demon cultivator came. I saw that demon cultivator kneeling down to you last night!"
"Idiot." Nie Wuhen raised his eyes and didn't intend to pay attention to him. After cursing, he walked towards Cassel.
Under the light blue oil-paper umbrella, raindrops fall along the umbrella, like pearls, crystal clear. Cassel was wearing camellia-colored clothes, waiting obediently for Nie Wuhen to come over.
The handle of the umbrella in his hand was grabbed by someone, and Nie Wuhen asked him if he was cold. Cassel shook his head and said he wasn't cold, but his hands were clearly frozen purple.
Nie Wuhen's expression changed slightly. He grabbed the icy hand and asked, "Where's your belt?"
The belts can keep warm in winter and cool in summer, so Nie Wuhen prepared many of them for him. He obviously didn't expect that Cassel wouldn't be wearing it.
"I don't know." Cassel whispered.
The people around were discussing: "Who is this person..."
"It can't be the furnace...ah!"
The sword wave brushed across the man's face, and with a "slap" sound, it slapped him hard in the face. The man screamed, covering his mouth and stepping back.
Nie Wuhen picked up Cassel and looked at him coldly: "If you dare to spread rumors again, I will cut off your tongue."
The foot of Yun Dian should be the safest place, but Nie Wuhen always feels that something is wrong. His heart was pounding and he felt uncomfortable all over.
Cassel sat beside him, lowering his head and looking obedient, not making any noise or talking, not even knowing whether he was cold or warm. Even if Nie Wuhen was slow-witted, he could tell that something was wrong.
He tried to feel Cassel's pulse, but Cassel avoided him. Nie Wuhen planned to be tough, but the proprietress came to the door and said that the clothes that Mr. Lang ordered were ready and asked if he wanted to try them.
"Wait a minute—"
"I want to try," Cassel interrupted Nie Wuhen and raised his eyes. There was determination in his eyes. He looked at Nie Wuhen and repeated, "I want to try."
This time he spoke more normally. Nie Wuhen breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn't last long.
Cassell has to change it himself. But the wedding dress was too complicated for him to wear. The landlady kindly came over to help Cassel change his wedding dress, and said cheerfully that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.
Nie Wuhen was silent for a moment, then stuffed a night-shining pearl into the proprietress's hand and said, "Thank you."
The lady boss smiled and said, "You're welcome! Why don't you try it on, young man, to see if it fits you, so I can make some alterations!"
Nie Wuhen nodded. He tried to hold Cassel's hand again, but the latter just turned and left, leaving only his back.
The lady boss laughed dryly and tried to smooth things over: "Go and try it!"
Nie Wuhen didn't move. Rubbing his fingertips, he couldn't understand why Cassel's attitude suddenly changed. He took a deep breath, calmed down the restlessness deep in his heart, took his clothes and went to the inner room.
The teeth marks from the rabbit are still on my wrist. Nie Wuhen was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed.
Nie Wuhen walked quickly to Cassel's room and just happened to see the proprietress putting on Cassel's wedding dress.
"Hey," the proprietress said curiously, "Why don't you try...ah——!!!"
Before he could finish his words, those immortal cultivators rushed out from the small house, all holding weapons. Without saying a word, they rushed over and started hacking!
Nie Wuhen was so angry that he laughed. He quickly pulled the proprietress and Cassel behind him, and the moment he drew his sword, the sword energy shook away the knife that was approaching him, and then he swung the sword!
Bang--
Several people slammed heavily against the wall of the house, almost shaking the whole room. Tea cups shattered, windows broke, and even the tables, chairs and benches exploded. For a moment, everything was in chaos, with shouting sounds everywhere.
There was yellow paper under my feet, filled with black mist, which was very strange. Nie Wuhen picked it up and his expression changed drastically.
The demon clan’s puppet talisman!
The immortal cultivators around wailed and stood up again. Since Nie Wuhen didn't kill them, they acted as if nothing had happened. As long as they were still alive, they would keep getting up, casting spells with empty eyes, and attacking!
"Oh my god! My stuff!" The proprietress screamed, obviously angry. But she was hiding in the barrier set up by Nie Wuhen and had no way to get out. She could only look at Cassel who was standing beside her and said, "This young man..."
The next second, her words stopped again.
The pure aura spread rapidly, freezing all the cultivators in place. Cassel's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. He controlled himself to break free from the constraints of consciousness. At this moment, he tried to wake himself up.
"Get out," Cassel pulled out the golden hairpin that fixed his hair and stabbed it into his shoulder. The severe pain made him more conscious. He gasped and urged, "Take away...their puppet talisman... ugh!"
Cassell is no longer the little devil he once was. What else could he not understand at this moment? What he had been afraid of had now come true. A little angel raised by a devil, who deceived so many little angels...he really can't be tolerated anywhere.
The continuously overflowing angelic power fought against the demonic aura of the mind-controlling demon. Four wings appeared behind him. The snow-white feathers were trembling and quickly becoming withered.
Four-winged angel...
He is just a little angel who has been practicing for a short time. How can he compete with the mind-controlling demon, one of the ten great demons in hell?
"Caselle," Nie Wuhen tore off the puppet talisman and turned around to see Cassel gritting his teeth, looking in pain. Without thinking, he grabbed Cassel's hand and said, "Open your mouth... I'll give you the inner elixir, and you try to mobilize your magic power..."
Cassel was originally trying to hold back his tears, but the moment Nie Wuhen blurted out the words, he couldn't help it anymore, and tears welled up in his eyes, falling without stopping for a moment. Cassel covered his mouth, crying and shaking his head at Nie Wuhen.
No.
Nie Wuhen didn't say anything. He grabbed Cassel's wrist with force. His face was so slippery with tears that Cassel couldn't cover it. He opened his mouth, feeling uncomfortable and unable to breathe.
"Don't be afraid," Nie Wuhen soothed, "Let go, it's okay if the inner elixir disappears..."
As he spoke, he pinched Cassel's chin. Cassel resisted with all his strength, but the demonic aura that appeared immediately rushed over, and the little wings instantly lost their luster at that moment.
"Mind-controlling...demon," Cassel's teeth were chattering. He covered Nie Wuhen's lips with shaking hands and uttered a few words from between his teeth, "Don't...inner elixir. Enter...become possessed by the devil..."
Nie Wuhen said nothing. He firmly pulled down Cassel's hand, pinched his chin, and passed the inner elixir to him. At the same time, he used the magic power in his body to operate. He was trying to make Cassel accept his magic power, integrate it, and relieve the pain.
The devil's evil aura became stronger.
The Wuwang Sword began to tremble and let out a mournful cry.
There were thunder and lightning in the sky. It was originally just a rainy day. Suddenly, it became dark like spilled ink. The people at the foot of the cloud didn't know what was going on, so they all came out to inquire curiously.
"Who is going to survive this catastrophe?"
"Crossing the Tribulation - Ah, there is light over there! What is that - a demon cultivator!"
The crowd that was originally relaxing and joking suddenly became as noisy as boiling water. Everyone was on guard and prepared to fight the evil cultivator to the death, but they were surprised to find that they were all gathering in one direction.
Everyone was shocked. Then a huge group of people moved over quickly. They wanted to see what those evil cultivators were going to do.
Cassel held onto Nie Wuhen's hand tightly. He forcibly interrupted the fusion of magic power and tried to return the inner elixir, but the sword that appeared out of thin air caught him off guard.
Nie Wuhen stretched out his hand and took the Wuwang Sword, picked up the sword and knife, and then held it horizontally in front of him. Behind him were Cassel and the proprietress, and in front of him were a group of high-level demon cultivators - all the powerful combat power of the demon clan was gathered here. That also indirectly means that Yan Wugui, the right guardian of the demon clan who has been sitting in the same seat for hundreds of years without a trace of the dragon, has also arrived.
I am really a popular person. Nie Wuhen thought that if he killed Chen Zhufeng, all the demon cultivators in the world would avenge him and would specifically look for opportunities to hunt him down. The fact that Yan Wugui dared to take action in a place like Yun Dian's feet shows that he already knew everything about it.
The evil cultivators dispersed.
Yan Wugui was wearing a black robe and was suspended in the air. He said without a word, "Kill all the two people behind the Demon Lord."
"I'll come and meet you, future Demon Lord."
Cassel pressed his chest, slowly removed Nie Wuhen's inner core, grabbed his clothes, and quickly transferred the inner core to Nie Wuhen. He forced himself to swallow the blood in his throat, looked at Nie Wuhen, and said stubbornly: "It doesn't hurt... It doesn't hurt at all..."
The Wuwang sword flipped over, revealing a cold light. The moment he raised his sword, he was met with the knife of Yan Wugui, the current leader of the demon clan. The huge energy fluctuations were enough to force all the approaching demon cultivators to retreat.
The two men started to compete.
The proprietress ran over and supported Cassel. Her gray fingertips touched his skin, which was as cold as ice, chilling people's hearts. Cassel pushed the person away without any hesitation, pulled out the hairpin and looked at the person in front of him vigilantly.
Who did he see?
In the dark shadow, behind the person in front of me is a pair of devil's wings. The face was pale and lifeless, but that smile was one that Cassel was very familiar with.
"Mind-controlling demon," Cassel said word by word. The small wings behind him regained their strength. Although they had feathers, the light was very dim. "You are the one who controls this world. Aren't you afraid of backlash?"
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