Pure Love Writer is God of Creation

Looking away from "myself", Feng looked at Ji Yudao indifferently.

He has mixed feelings in his heart. To this day, he still has no idea whether awakening his own will is a good thing or a bad thing. To be a marionette who knows nothing, and a chick who knows he is in a cage but is unable to break free , which one is more unfortunate.

Looking Ji Yudao up and down, Feng Moran suddenly discovered that under the disciple's obedient appearance, there was a strong uneasiness faintly showing.

What's wrong with this kid?

Feng Moran was worried, frowned, and asked, "Yudao, why are you restless?"

As soon as the words fell, the young man who bowed and saluted suddenly looked up, his eyes were burning, Ling Feng Moran's whole body stiffened, and he instantly remembered the insane and overbearing and conceited demon sage.

Overwhelmed by his apprentice's aura, he unconsciously turned slightly sideways and took half a step back.

Ji Yudao's eyes darkened, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he held back when he wanted to step forward. He kept reminding himself in his heart that he could not hurt Master anymore, lowered his head to hide his expression, and said in a gentle tone: "Master, The disciple did not intend to offend... It's just that for some reason, the disciple's soul suddenly went out of his body, unable to return to his own body. Others seemed to be unable to detect the existence of the disciple, but the master was able to see it at a glance. As expected..."

Sure enough, he didn't continue to say anything, paused, turned his head to look at the entity "Feng Moran", turned his head and asked the soul in front of him: "Master seems to understand what happened, this disciple dares to look at Master again." Confused?"

My dear apprentice has said so, so the master naturally knows everything he can say.

Feng Moran took a few steps forward, walked up to Ji Yudao, and stretched out his left hand to hold the other's right wrist.

Ji Yudao was obviously taken aback, flattered: "Master, master?!"

"Be safe and don't be impatient." Feng Moran replied, turning Ji Yudao's right hand palm up, and then covering his own right hand, palm facing palm.

Before he could do anything, he felt the hand under his palm tremble slightly. Feng looked at Ji Yudao indifferently and suspiciously, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ji Yudao shook his head, and after a long time, he replied in a hoarse voice: "...it's nothing."

Feng Moran: "..."

The hand under the palm stopped trembling, but there was a thin layer of sweat on the palm, and it didn't seem to be okay.

Alas, that's all, the child has grown up, and the master cares too much, so people will be bored.

If Ji Yudao didn't say anything, Feng Moran didn't go into it.

The world of "Modern Killer" next door, although it is composed of martial arts, the speed of character awakening is faster than that of "Fallen Sky".It is possible to transfer the World Destruction Seal to other people, thereby spreading the secret of the creation of the world, it is still heard from Qu Shengxiao.

However, the other party probably doesn't know whether it is possible to transfer the engraving to others in the state of the soul, but it might as well give it a try for now.

Concentrating on moving the engraving, under Ji Yudao's surprised eyes, a black engraving emerged from the back of Feng Moran's white hand. The black became blacker, and the white became whiter. The contrast was so sharp and strong that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

The transfer was activated successfully, and the engraving turned into a black soft silk, which floated up from the back of Feng Moran's hand and turned to Ji Yudao's back.

Faced with such a strange scene, Ji Yudao was immediately vigilant, and subconsciously wanted to shrink his hands to avoid these weird silk threads.

Feng Moran discovered his intention and shouted: "Don't move."

Ji Yudao pursed the corners of his mouth, and looked up at Feng Moran's face secretly.The snow-like face of the person in front of him seems to have never changed, no matter whether it is obedience, respect, suffering or humiliation, there has never been a trace left on it.

If such a person wanted to do something to him, he would probably have done it long ago, and would not wait until today.

Therefore, Ji Yudao chose to obey Feng Moran's words, suppressed the instinct to fight back, and obediently remained motionless.

As the black silk threads intertwine on the back of the hand, the engraving like a crow's feather gradually becomes clear. As the engraving is portrayed, some new concepts that have never been touched before are also seeping into the mind, from blurred to clear.

This strange feeling is both disgusting and obsessive. Ji Yudao resists this feeling of being forced to pay attention, but he is unconsciously addicted to it, closes his eyes, and carefully perceives the new things that appear in his mind.

It seemed that Ji Yudao had gone through vicissitudes, but in fact, it was only a few breaths before Ji Yudao fully accepted the engraving.

He slowly opened his eyes, seeing his gaze clearly, Feng Moran's heart tightened, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

All his attention was focused on his disciples, so he didn't notice at all that the sky above the always clear sky of Saint Demon Asgard was silently covered with dark clouds in a short period of time.

The cool breeze leaned on the branches tremblingly, not daring to take a breath.

The dryness before the rainstorm quietly spread.

"The Creator?"

Ji Yudao tilted his head and smiled softly.

His pupils were churning with swirl-like thick dark colors, and Feng Moran felt his hair stand on end just by looking at it.

The person in front of him is already even more frenzied than the demon sage who personally removed his immortal bones.

click-

The lightning that descended from an angry dragon almost split the entire sky in two. After landing, billowing thick smoke was stirred up, and the black smoke went straight up to the sky to connect with the cloudy clouds. After a while, raging flames rose from the ground.

Lightning flashed one after another, and the Holy Demon Immortal Palace was full of flames.The big and small demon cultivators who lived here were lucky enough to be wiped out in the thunder light, and those who were less lucky were chopped half to death, and then burned to death in the ensuing flames.

The wailing and screaming were endless, Ji Yudao looked indifferent, and said softly: "It's so noisy."

The thunder lights were no longer aimless, they chased the living beings one by one, and the cries and shouts around them quickly quieted down—the dead are the quietest.

"Yudao, stop!" Feng Moran couldn't stand it anymore, and hurried forward to stop it.

Ji Yudao looked at him, his eyes and tone were tender, but for some reason it made people shudder.

He asked puzzledly: "Master, why can't you bear it? What's the difference between those things outside, and mud pigs, wood dogs, mud, grass and shavings?"

He suddenly laughed, took a few steps, and said slowly: "Oh, thinking about it this way, I still have to thank the Lord 'Chuangshi Shen', I have been... I have been looking forward to bringing Master to someone I can't find it, there is only me and you, and we will never be separated again. But it turns out that this world... really only has me and Master."

Feng Moran shook his head and retorted: "That's not the case..."

"Master, why should you deceive yourself and others?" Ji Yudao interrupted Feng Moran before he could finish speaking.

Pointing to "Feng Moran" who was not far away but was completely indifferent to the thunder and lightning across the wall, he asked Feng Moran: "Master, do you really think that this kind of 'thing' is also a human being?"