The heroine who wears a book, her character is broken

Mo Cizhu returned to the Yaozu with everyone in the Yaozu, but the Yaowang didn't do anything to her. He really summoned the Yaozu and announced her identity as the young master of the Yaozu.

She was standing beside the demon king, wearing a long blue dress, the dragon horns on her head could no longer be covered by her hair, and Mo Cizhu simply exposed them generously.

There are quite a few people summoned by the demon king. There are patriarchs of various clans, and there are cronies of the demon king who protect the law from the left and right of the demon clan.

Of course, even if the demon king announces her identity as the young master, it is actually of no great use. In the cultivation world, strength is the most important thing. She, a little demon who is consecrated to the peak, is not a threat to everyone, but It's just a glamorous identity.

This point is clear in Mo Cizhu's heart, except for those like Zheliu and Yun Yang, who are loyal to her mother, the monsters will care about her, no one will care about her, and Zheliu's attitude towards her actually depends on her own strength.

If it's just a cowardly person, it's not worth them to follow.

But at least Mo Cizhu proved his ability in front of Zheliu.

Mo Cizhu stood beside the demon king, with a faint smile on his lips, and looked at everyone calmly, without panic or arrogance.

He just calmly greeted the big bosses below: "I will ask you to give me more advice in the future."

Neither humble nor overbearing, at least this first meeting made everyone have a good impression of her.

The status of the young master is quite weak at all. After all, the demon clan is not hereditary system, and the capable ones live there. If the strength is not enough, the demon king can be overthrown by others. The little young master is nothing.

After Mo Cizhu greeted these people, it was the time for the demon king to entertain the demon clan. She was underage and was not allowed to drink, so Mo Cizhu just sat in his seat and ate obediently.

Not to mention that Yaozu also has a lot of delicious food, at first she thought Yaozu didn't know how to enjoy it, but she misunderstood Yaozu.

"I just know how to eat, so I can make some progress." Long Zhao said with disgust.

Mo Cizhu communicated with her with his spiritual sense in his mind: "If you don't eat actively, you have a brain problem."

Long Zhao: ...

During the period, some people came to strike up a conversation with Mo Cizhu, but Mo Cizhu fooled them lukewarmly. Anyway, she didn't know these people well, and her attitude was not too timid. In a place like Yaozu, timidity is the worst thing to do of.

After the dinner was over, the demon king didn't care about her anymore, he just arranged a place for her, and then threw her a book of exercises, asking her to practice according to it.

Long Zhao glanced at it: "Heh, I'm ashamed to give you this kind of exercise, throw it away, trash."

"Master, you are so arrogant." Mo Cizhu said with a smile.

"However, I just like how arrogant you are, master." Mo Cizhu looked proud, and Long Zhao snorted: "Your master, I have lived longer than him. This exercise is a good thing for ordinary dragons. , but you are a descendant of the Frozen End Dragon Clan, so your mother doesn't like this kind of exercise."

"Master, do you think the demon king is testing me?" Mo Cizhu propped his chin and revealed the secret book in his hand.

"You are a little demon at the peak of consecration, let you distinguish between good and bad exercises, either he has a problem with his brain or he has a problem with his brain." Long Zhao said with disgust.

"Master, you are looking down on me." Mo Cizhu muttered dissatisfied.

"Well, look down, the practice is too slow, there is no apprentice like you."

"Then you don't have a stronger apprentice than me." Mo Cizhu pouted.

After chatting with Long Zhao for a while, Mo Cizhu went to practice. Her residence is in the Yaozu Palace, which is extremely gorgeous. I don’t know if it was influenced by the nature of the Dragon Clan. Mo Cizhu quite likes this kind of frills of residence.

Mo Cizhu doesn't like to be served by others, and the maids originally arranged for her by the demon king are also freed by her, letting them do what they like.

Since the demon king brought Mo Cizhu back, Mo Cizhu has never seen him again.

She also doesn't like to go out and socialize with people in a hypocritical way. Any socializing with people is fake, and when she is strong, people will naturally come to her.

During the period, Zhe Liu took her to see the portraits of her mother and father. Looking at those two people, Mo Cizhu felt a sense of familiarity, as if those two were indeed her biological parents. Mo Cizhu I don't know where this idea came from, it is always very inexplicable.

Mo Cizhu also understands why Zhe Liu and Yun Yang can recognize her when they see her. She is really similar to Wen Feng and Bai An, especially her eyes are very similar to Bai An, and her facial features are more like Wen Feng. Maple some.

She watched for a long time, but Mo Cizhu didn't notice when the demon king came.

"This is your mother." But the tone was really not very good, and Bai An was not mentioned at all.

Mo Cizhu's heart of gossip couldn't help burning up again. She felt that the demon king might just like her mother and hate her father because he couldn't love her.

But thinking about it this way, Mo Cizhu felt that her parents would not have been killed by the demon king, and if it was true, there was no need to keep her.

She hadn't written the truth back then, and the outline was still being revised. That is to say, the world was not set up to ask how Feng died, but the world consciousness needed to fill in some logic problems by itself, so I asked Feng what happened. , Mo Cizhu is also unknown.

"En." Mo Cizhu obeyed the demon king's wishes, put his fingertips on Wenfeng's portrait, and murmured: "Mother."

It's not just for acting, Mo Cizhu finds it very strange, just looking at this portrait, she feels a spontaneous sense of intimacy.

"This deity knows that you want to find out the truth of the year, but people who have no strength can only be ruthlessly obliterated." The demon king said coldly.

Mo Cizhu chuckled softly: "Your Majesty, I know."

"In this way, the deity will wait to see your determination."

After speaking, he disappeared immediately.

Mo Cizhu lowered his eyes, chuckled lightly, then turned and left.

"Zheliu, I've decided to go into seclusion, you and Yun Yang can just take care of your own, and leave me alone."

Zhe Liu responded, and she also knew what Mo Cizhu was thinking, and she was a little relieved, that's fine.

Mo Cizhu said that she was going to retreat, and Zheliu arranged for her to retreat, which was Wenfeng's retreat place before, in a cave under the coldest ice lake in the Yaozu.

"It is indeed a good retreat for you. Others may think it is too cold, but you are a descendant of Frozen End and have the blood of White Deer. Both love ice and snow." Long Zhao is very satisfied with this place.

Mo Cizhu doesn't care. Although she seems to escape on weekdays, she was also a house girl in her previous life. House girls don't care about not going out at all. , Strangers still don't want to see them, they find it annoying.

Zheliu didn't send her in, and in fact they couldn't go down either. It is estimated that only Mo Cizhu can open the retreat, except for the demon king. The demon king can open it with his strength, and Mo Cizhu with his blood.

When I went down to the bottom of the icy lake, it was not as dark as I imagined. There was a cave made of ice at the bottom of the lake.

As soon as Mo Cizhu went to Yunyao, he leaned over happily. Mo Cizhu looked at the door, held Yunyao, and put his hand on it, and the ice door slowly opened.

The layout inside is very simple. Beyond a bed of ice, there are four icicles with four dragons wrapped around them.

When Mo Cizhu walked in, he felt a powerful and familiar dragon's breath.

She couldn't help trembling and said: "Mother."

This sense of familiarity and closeness is in her blood.

After she walked in, the door closed again.

Mo Cizhu pursed his lips and walked in, resting his fingertips on the icicle, his whole blood seemed to be trembling.

After she calmed down the excitement, Mo Cizhu opened the wordless book and sat cross-legged on the ice bed, the bone-chilling cold made her shudder for a moment.

She didn't stop here, but began to meditate and run her meridians to absorb the cold air.

Mo Cizhu found that her practice here was three or four times faster than when she was in Mo's house, and the aura here was particularly friendly to her.

There are ten levels of exercises in the wordless book, and Mo Cizhu has only reached the second level. His cultivation level is not enough, and there is nothing he can do. Now the main thing is to consolidate his cultivation level, and the most important thing is to break through to the consecration period.

Long Zhao could feel that Mo Cizhu distributed half of the absorbed spiritual power to himself, and he was a little surprised. Originally, she and Mo Cizhu were just a deal, but later accepting his apprentice as an apprentice was also sincere. Always talking nonsense, but in fact, you are still very respectful.

Allocating half of the spiritual power to herself meant that her cultivation speed would be at least twice as slow.

The dragon soul, which had lived for tens of thousands of years, was warmed by a little girl in her teens at this moment.

Mo Cizhu is also very serious when retreating. If her cultivation reaches a bottleneck for a while, she will stop to practice the skills of the wordless book and become familiar with the above spells.

Back then, Mo Ciwan did not dare to let go of the swordsmanship that Mo Ciwan taught her. They all said that self-cultivation has no time. As an impetuous modern person, Mo Cizhu couldn't imagine that it would take tens of hundreds of years or even thousands of years in the later period.

But when it comes to her, it doesn't seem so boring, and it's interesting to explore new things every day. She is an ice dragon, so she can't absorb the aura of fire, and the refining of alchemy has also stopped.

But arrays and talismans can indeed be cultivated. Mo Cizhu originally wanted to practice talismans, but who knew that the wordless book gave her a method of practicing talismans.

It's all about being hungry and someone has prepared a delicious meal.

Mo Cizhu asked Long Zhao why wordless books had such abilities, but Long Zhao couldn't answer her.

"Master, you can't do it." Mo Cizhu said with disgust again.

"Heh." Long Zhao felt that when she went out, the traitor would be beaten again.

"It's not easy to practice talismans. If you spy on the way of heaven, you will be punished by the way of heaven if you are not careful. This is also the reason why the Bailu clan chose to hide from the world. If not, the Bailu clan might have been wiped out long ago."

Mo Cizhu could understand Long Zhao's words: "Master, you are saying that a man is innocent and he is guilty?"

"Ah."

"It's okay, no one knows." She chuckled.

It's not too difficult to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

Long Zhao didn't care about her, and he didn't really care about her. Long Zhao had been with her for so long, and he also knew that this little apprentice had his own ideas. In the early stage, even the human race in their teens was immature in mind.

Mo Cizhu was surprised to find that she had made exceptionally rapid progress in the art of talisman.

Of course, her own practice and swordsmanship have never fallen behind, and talisman is after all an auxiliary for her.

Occasionally when Mo Cizhu was taking a break, he would think about what Mo Ciwan would do next.

The Mo family is not going to be destroyed now, and she doesn't have to experience everything in the book. She should live a lot easier in this life.

The author has something to say: Zhu'er: I mainly want my sister to live a better life