The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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The sky in Fenzhou City was waiting for a heavy rain. Jiang Miaomiao was sitting outside the Huangliang Pavilion where people were coming and going, with her hands on her face and her eyes full of sadness: "Tell me, where did Dad go? Why didn't you take me with you?"

Huanxiu's twins, Ru Chen and Ru Yuan, passed by with a shower, stopped and asked, "You mean Immortal Master Jiang?"

Jiang Miaomiao glanced at her: "Who else?"

"Oh," Ru Chen said, "Then I don't know, or you can ask the pavilion master?"

When it came to this, Jiang Miaomiao said with a little disappointment: "I asked, but she didn't tell me, she said it was Dad who explained it before going out..."

Ru Chen: "That's all right, anyway, I can't ask, so what are you worried about?"

Jiang Miaomiao: "I'm afraid he'll get hurt. Dad used to take me everywhere... You don't know, my junior brother is a troublemaker. It was because of him that Dad didn't avoid the snake last time. This time he not only ran out and stole my cat..."

He blocked the way to enter the pavilion, and a guest said: "Let's go!"

He had to move aside to let people pass.

Ru Yuan was helpless: "What's the use of waiting here? The pavilion master told us to watch you, so don't try to sneak out from under our noses."

"Tch... Dad must have his reasons for not letting me go. I won't cause trouble. I just sit here because I can see them for the first time," Jiang Miaomiao said, gnashing his teeth, "When the cat thief comes back, I will let the cat thief come back." He looks good!"

"Ah!"

Xie Yang, who was far away in the fantasy realm, sneezed for no reason, he sniffed and thought: "Could it be that you really caught the cold?"

"No...the breathing is quite smooth..."

There was a sweet smell of tar in the air. Standing by the boiler, Xie Yang looked at the pieces of golden and shiny sugar cake inside, drooling three thousand feet: "This color makes the skin crispy and the stuffing glutinous. Jiang Shuyu made it." The food is terrible, but his grandmother is ingenious."

Thinking about it, he glanced at Jiang Shuyu who jumped out from the left side of the illusion and then stepped in from the right side, and for the first time doubted his words: "This is a family? Don't they all say that they are alike from generation to generation?"

Once again shuttled back and forth in the illusion, Jiang Shuyu finally stopped - he couldn't get out, the world was like a ball, and as far as he could see was the end, even if he went out from one side, he would go from the other side When entering, it can only be transferred with the movement of the people in the environment.

Over the years, he has consulted countless ancient books related to ghosts and fires, and even rural ghost stories. He only knows that strangers who enter will be drained of energy and die a little bit, but after so long, he has not felt that even A little loss of energy.

Or, is this not a ghost-fueled illusion, but some other illusion?

In this way, when he first entered here, could it be this thing that protected him?

Jiang Shuyu had never had a clue about such a complicated matter, and he was even more worried about whether Jiang Miaomiao or Jiang Yingyue would be anxious if he hadn't returned for too long.

There was a person beside her, Jiang Xue didn't realize it at all, she was still walking back and forth in Xie Yang's "body", busy, her eyes were almost healed, so she worked harder to make all kinds of food, making food that she didn't have before. Make up for it all.

Outside the kitchen, Wen Yumian was talking with Jiang Yu by the fire. Since the last time they talked, "Jiang Feng" has obviously become more talkative.

"So, you won't hand us back?" Jiang Yu, or "Jiang Feng" asked.

Wen Yumian nodded: "Yes."

"Then how do you deal with business?"

Wen Yumian thought for a while: "It seems that I have to lie, but I'm not very good at..."

Jiang Yu: "You won't?"

After asking, he felt that this was a bit unnecessary.

That's right, the little monk has a happy family and doesn't have to worry about food and clothing, so there's no need to lie.

"I have a question," Jiang Yu said, "What's wrong with your family background, why do you have to be a monk?"

Wen Yumian lowered his eyes and laughed: "My parents also asked the same question."

"What did you say?"

Wen Yumian shook her head: "I was too young at the time, and what I said was too childish."

Jiang Yu leaned over, quite curious: "Oh?"

"I said I wanted to make everyone happy."

"That's it," Jiang Yu listened, took a piece of sugar cake and lay back in the wooden chair, disappointed, "What should I do, I'm really naive."

Wen Yumian: "Do you think I'm joking?"

"Almost," Jiang Yu said after biting off most of it, "But it would be nice if there were more people like you in this world."

"A person like me? What kind of person am I?" Wen Yumian asked with a smile.

"idiot!"

Jiang Yu made a face, got up and took the ax and the basket leaning against the wall, and jumped off the tree. Jiang Xue caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, and asked, "Brother! Are you coming back tonight?"

Jiang Yu had already walked dozens of steps, and waved his hands without turning his head when he heard the sound: "No more!"

When Jiang Shuyu came back, he happened to see him go out: "Where is he going?"

Xie Yang suddenly appeared behind him, looked at Jiang Yu's back and said, "It seems to be hunting again."

I can only see if I can't eat him, so he simply doesn't stand there to be hungry.

Jiang Shuyu: "..."

Xie Yang: "But speaking of it, your uncle is quite powerful. What happened to the famine at the bottom of the mountain, he can still bring back meat."

Although there are many wild beasts on the mountain, on this snowy day, apart from a few skinny sparrows, others are either hibernating or digging holes to hide. How did you find it when you went out in the evening?

Also, "Is he really Jiang Yu?"

With that in mind, Xie Yang asked this question.

Jiang Shuyu replied: "Uncle left early, I heard everything about him from my grandmother."

"Then what did she say?"

Jiang Shuyu recalled it for a while, and said slowly: "Playful but not naughty, I often take pleasure in teasing others, and will coax people when they cry, and then provoke them after coaxing, generally speaking... extremely boring."

Xie Yang: "That's it?"

"Huh?" Jiang Shuyu tilted his head, "What else?"

Xie Yang shrugged his shoulders: "Don't think too much, I just think that your uncle's behavior is quite strange, ah no, it's quite a different way..."

Jiang Shuyu thought for a while: "Say it."

Only then did Xie Yang continue his preface: "If it's just for fun, why would he pretend to be Jiang Feng's identity? Is it just to find someone to cure Jiang Xue's eye disease? There are so many monks in the world, and the master clearly told him that he can go to the medicine Try Xincheng, why do you still hold on to a sword cultivator? I don’t judge people by their appearance. Your uncle is shrewd and scheming. Why did you let down your guard and reveal him unreservedly because of the word "friend" from the master? Everything? Is what he said true or false? Did your grandmother tell you the same thing? Take a step back, if he is Jiang Yu, where is the real Jiang Feng?"

After listening, Jiang Shuyu shook his head: "Grandma never mentioned anything about him."

But the same problem bothered him, so in the beginning, he was not in a hurry to get out.

As Jiang Yu's back gradually drifted away, the visible area in the illusion became bigger and bigger. Jiang Shuyu stood solemnly for a moment, then suddenly started to follow...