My wife is not a demon

"Wait a moment."

Chen Mu suddenly looked around and lowered his voice, "Master, let's find a remote place so that no one will hear you."

"Alright."

The monk smiled and nodded.

Under the leadership of Chen Mu, the two came to a rather remote open place, surrounded by some sparse trees.

The sparse branches and leaves sway with the wind, rustling.

"Come on, now we can talk."

Chen Mu still had a friendly smile on his face, but the smile had long since disappeared from his eyes.

Glancing at the shark-toothed knife that Chen Mu was carrying behind him, Monk Hongchen's brows showed no joy or anger, and he said softly:

"Is the donor willing to trust the poor monk?"

"That depends on whether your words are convincing. I'm not a fool. You've seen my abilities, right?"

Chen Mu looked at the other party with provocative eyes.

Of course the monk knew that Chen Mu was not a fool, but also very smart, whether he was dealing with a case or facing a woman, he was like a hunter.

But hunters have one of their greatest weaknesses... and that is paranoia.

Monk Hongchen thought for a while and asked, "Why didn't the benefactor believe me when the poor monk said that your lady was a demon... What the poor monk meant was that the benefactor's heart was not shaken at all."

At that time, he secretly used the bewitching technique, but failed.

This made him feel very puzzled.

Chen Mu grinned, showing his white teeth: "Do you know what is the biggest difference between a human and a demon?"

"I hope the benefactor will clear up the doubts."

The monk in the world of mortals is like a student, listening piously.

So Chen Mu said nonsense: "Because people are people, monsters are monsters, even if it is a human monster, it is also a monster."

This is indeed nonsense.

But Monk Hongchen frowned and fell into deep thought, as if he really became a student who was enlightened by his master.

Chen Mu looked at him, but didn't speak.

The morning light was quite dazzling at this time, and the whole sky looked like a twisted, damp pale blue canvas.

Everything is full of vitality, everything is so peaceful.

The full brilliance reflected on the monk's clean cassock, as if covered with a layer of gold, just like the reincarnation of the Buddha.

For a while, Chen Mu lost his mind.

And at this moment, the monk suddenly spoke, and the aftershocks of the sound wave seemed to be rolling in his throat and abdomen: "Your Madam has killed someone!"

Chen Mu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I killed it too."

"She killed a lot of people."

The monk's eyes are like sharp edges.

"I've killed quite a few." Chen Mu said seriously. "And it's still my descendants, almost one billion will die each time."

Monk Hongchen was silent for a moment, then said, "Benefactor, poor monks don't joke around."

"You think I'm joking?"

With a hint of disdainful contempt in Chen Mu's smile, he took off the knife and held it in his hand. "You said you have the ability, then let me try your ability."

The air quieted down.

Only the chirping of crickets can be heard from the grass roots close to the ground.

The wind suddenly picked up.

The Hongchen monk's cassock fluttered slowly, like rippling water waves, with a sense of dynamic beauty in tranquility.

"The benefactor has believed."

Feeling the fluctuating emotions on Chen Mu, the monk suddenly laughed.

The smile slowly split from the corners of the lips to the roots of the ears, there was a kind of tricky smile, a smug smile from the heart.

Chen Mu's face darkened.

He understood that he had invisibly followed the way of this monk, the hand holding the knife handle was slowly tightened, and the tip of the knife squeaked slightly, implying a disturbed state of mind.

This scene made the monk more and more proud.

He was sure of one thing—

Chen Mu is pretending to be confused, and he has always been pretending to be confused.

But think about it, how could such a smart person appear in front of his wife with the image of a pure dog licking and a fool.

Chen Mu is a hunter.

A hunter would never let himself become a prey, unless his morality is too low, obviously Chen Mu is not such a person.

The monk who decided to take advantage of the victory to oppress said again: "Your lady, it is a hell."

This time, however, he made a fatal mistake.

I saw a bright smile on the corner of Chen Mu's mouth, and his tone was gentle and decisive: "I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

Double entendre.

The smile on Monk Hongchen's face stopped suddenly.

He looked shocked.

The moist and bright eyes were gradually occupied by a layer of haze, and the strong muscle lines emerged from the cassock, which further highlighted his tall and strong.

He stared at Chen Mu closely, as if he was looking up at a Buddha statue, or at an enemy from a lifetime ago.

Jealousy, confusion, anger, confusion...