My wife is not a demon

His temper is not so easily irritated, but since he came back from Wushan, he always feels that his temperament is a little bit evil.

From time to time there is a sense of irritability.

And there was a sudden urge to kill, such as when Li Qianhu kicked him before.

And this moment...

At this moment, the pupils of his eyes were infested with ink, and dense black silk threads spread from the white of his eyes.

There was a faint tyrannical aura around him.

Heng Jue naturally sensed Chen Mu's abnormality. Seeing that he lowered his head and was not struggling as before, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

He is not stupid.

The reason why he dared to deal with Chen Mu was because of the status of Hanwu Temple in Qingyu County.

Hanwu Temple has been established for more than 200 years and has received many high-ranking officials and nobles. Even if Chen Mu wants to take revenge at that time, he will have to weigh it carefully.

With a background, what are you comparing with me?

Hengjue held a black log standing next to him, and said calmly: "Those who steal will be punished with one punishment and three punishments!"

After speaking, he waved the stick.

Fall hard!

It seemed that the falling force was fierce, but Heng Jue secretly grasped the strength, and the landing point was Chen Mu's back, not the fatal part.

Although he was not afraid of Chen Mu's revenge, it would be troublesome if he was really injured.

Click!

The law enforcement stick landed on Chen Mu's back and broke into two pieces.

Heng Jue was stunned.

what's the situation?He didn't use much force, why did he break the stick?

Is this stick too long to die?

Heng Jue was about to change another wooden stick, when suddenly another 'click' came into his ears, and when he looked back, the piece of red square wood that was pressing on Chen Mu's neck was actually broken.

Bang!

The young monk who was obsessed with Fang Mu flew backwards and overturned the altar table where the incense was enshrined!

Heng Jue was stunned.

The brain is down.

Chen Mu stood up, twisted his neck slightly, and made a series of bone cracking sounds.

He seems to be taller.

His eyes are like ink.

Turning around and staring at Heng Jue who was still dazed, he swung his arm with black lines protruding from his skin and punched it down!

Bang!

Heng Jue flew out straight, blood spurting out.

The body was thrown to the small copper clock in the corner like a sandbag, making a tinkling sound, and then made a sharp sound as it scraped against the wall.

Amidst the sharp sound, the black thread that was boiling on Chen Mu's arm suddenly returned to calm.

And the black paint in Chen Mu's eyes is also fading rapidly.

"what happened?"

The impression left in his mind seemed a bit too magical, Chen Mu was a little dazed looking at all this in front of him.

My little universe exploded?

Seeing Heng Jue who was curled up in the corner and coughing constantly, Chen Mu picked up the stick on the ground and walked over without saying a word.

"I can't fight back against Xichang and Hades for the time being, but it's more than enough for me to bully you as a monk, not to mention you still have something in my hands."

Chen Mu raised his stick and smiled, "That's right, I'm just that bullying!"

Swish!

The wooden stick hit Heng Jue's shiny bald head.

It will continue, don't worry.

I saw that many readers asked if this book would be a eunuch, and there were also many private letters. After all, many of you are old bookworms, and you have already seen the experience, so you just want a letter.

And there are a few readers who have followed me for a long time, and they also know that I am practicing well in the Sunflower Book.

Originally, I didn’t want to answer, because the author’s promise is nothing but fart, and I can’t believe it. Many authors, including me, are the same, and they vowed: Ah, I will not be a eunuch. Will stick to it till the end, okay? ... As a result, I slapped myself.

So I have never left a message to respond, for fear of slapping myself.

Helpless, a certain old man, who is considered as an old reader before, keeps sending private messages, keeps sending private messages, keeps sending private messages... endlessly, (it is you, the brother with the word "stove" in his name).

Yesterday afternoon, I did not know where to find the book friend group I abandoned a long time ago, good guy, I made a lot of trouble... So, Bean Sprout sincerely apologizes to you, and I will also say it here.

First of all, the grades of this book are really bad, and it is no wonder that many readers have this concern.

And I also admit that on New Year's Day I had the idea of ​​being an eunuch, planning to start anew in the new year.

But I wrote it anyway.

Because I have an intuition that if I were really a eunuch this time, my remaining desire to write might be completely gone. After all, I have experienced so many failures before, and I really no longer trust my own ability.

Secondly, my favorite subject is the supernatural and suspense genre, but due to various reasons, I have never dared to write it, for fear of being caught.

So I have been holding back in my heart, a little unwilling.And this book also wants to use the fantasy method in disguise to write supernatural suspense, avoid being caught in the river, and hope to use this to ignite the desire to write, but at present it is written as detective suspense. Very cool, very proud.

Regarding the type structure of this book, I will briefly talk about it here.

Although this book is a fantasy type, it focuses on suspense. Every case will have a big reversal, from the small case to the big case, and then open the branch...

In the original conception, the Juchunlou tragedy should be the most exciting case, with three major reversals.It is planned to be drawn out from the case of Mu Xiang'er.

It's a pity that after I finished writing the case of Mu Xiang'er, because of the poor grades in the book, my mentality changed (a little collapse), and the next few chapters were just a few chapters, and I was also preparing for eunuchs on New Year's Day.