Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

"Cough, cough, cough..." Fei Zhe coughed violently, winking at the reporting demon while coughing.

Xi Feiluan turned a deaf ear to it, and even quite agreed: "That's true..."

Mozu:? ? ?

After being stunned for a while, the demon finally realized that Fei Zhe's eyes had turned into sharp arrows, and hurriedly retreated.

Fei Zhe stared at the demon's back with hatred and watched him leave, so scared that the demon couldn't even walk straight.

After the demons left, Fei Zhe slammed the door shut and turned around: "My lord, don't listen to these nonsense."

Xi Feiluan smiled, his face was not so dazzling after changing his appearance, even with a smile he was much more approachable: "You manage the demons well, why did you spend so many years looking for one... maybe What about people who no longer exist?"

Fei Zhe was startled: "Master, you have praised me."

"Let me do the divination for you." Xi Feiluan said with gentle eyes, "It's your reward for saving me from the forest."

As he spoke, Xi Feiluan glanced at the table, as if he was considering suitable utensils.

"My lord...?" Fei Zhe couldn't figure out what he was going to do.

Xi Feiluan lifted the lid of the tea jar, grabbed a handful of dry tea from it, and slowly sprinkled it on the table.

Dark green tea stalks were scattered on the table messily.Xi Feiluan stared at the tea leaves, poking them with his fingers from time to time, his eyes focused and serious.

If this scene were changed to someone else, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old half-grown young man poking tea leaves on his stomach, would probably make his family so angry that he would hire a doctor.

However, Fei Zhe has completely adapted to Xi Feiluan's way of making a fuss from time to time these days. He is not surprised by this, and firmly believes that they must have their own reasons for respecting the Lord!

Just poking and poking, Xi Feiluan's brows were involuntarily squeezed together, and the frowns became tighter and tighter.

His method of divination was taught by the second elder. The extremely strict method of divination on the side of the second elder has become extremely casual when it comes to him. As a result, never deviated.

It’s just that few people in Huanqi Palace know about this. The second elder said that he is a rare genius in this area, and he may be a man of destiny in the future, but everything has a price, and the result of knowing too much is to hurt yourself In serious cases, he would even die directly, so the second elder never allowed him to make a divination easily.

Only Xi Feiluan knows that the reason why he hits so many hits has nothing to do with whether he is a genius or not. He is a god and should know everything in the world. Divination is just a medium he uses temporarily.

It's just this hexagram...

"My lord...you..."

Xi Feiluan made a gesture of silence in front of his mouth, and slowly gathered the tea leaves on the table.

Fei Zhe said tactfully: "If you can't figure it out, don't forget it. If the Lord likes it, I will get you a good set of tortoise shells in a few days."

Xi Feiluan raised his head, his brows were still slightly frowned, and he uttered a sentence slowly: "You continue to manage the demons. If there are no changes, the demons will prosper without decline. This is very good."

Fei Zhe's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately knelt down: "My lord, I'm just acting on behalf of you, you are the leader of our demon clan!"

"Hmm..." Xi Feiluan said on his face, "I don't care whoever cares, I don't care", and his attitude was very perfunctory: "Get up, the ground is very cold."

Fei Zhe stood up apprehensively, not knowing why their lord was on strike again.

Xi Feiluan didn't say anything else, the bell rang outside, Fei Zhe calculated that it was time to boil the medicine.

"My lord, you rest here, I will come whenever I go."

"Hmm..." Xi Feiluan seemed to be in a daze, and didn't know if he heard it or not.

Fei Zhe took a step and turned his head three times, and when the door was closing, he even glanced back, Xi Feiluan was sitting there quietly, holding a teacup in his hand, as if the years were quiet.

Ke Fei Zhe always felt that something was not quite right.

Half an hour later, Fei Zhe stood at the door of the back kitchen, staring at the steaming medicine pot, and the waiter who delivered the meals was beside him crying: "Master Fei, Lord Fei, no one really saw when the Lord left. , When you push the door and go in, there is no one in the room!"

"Stop yelling." Fei Zhe squeezed the space between his brows, "It's giving me a headache."

"Then, what do we do now?"

"Block the news, I'll go find it."

"My lord!" A person came hurriedly from the back kitchen: "Before His Majesty left, he wrote a note to the guard at the back door. Look!"

Fei Zhe frowned and took the note, only to see that it was written on the rags torn out from nowhere: Do something, don't read, return quickly.

The ink was blurred, and Fei Zhe turned it over again, and found that there were still a few words on the back: By the way, I will go to see a doctor myself.

Fei Zhe: "..."

"Lord Fei?" The demons next to him looked at him anxiously.

"..." Fei Zhe grasped the note tightly, and let out a long sigh of relief: "I will do my own thing... as expected of the Lord!"

Huanqi Palace.The sun is setting, and the bamboo shadows are mottled, reflected on the antique bamboo wall.

The light in the room was dim, and on the brown square table, a silver-white, glowing long sword was emitting cold light, illuminating the face of the person behind the table.In the darkness, Yu Sheng's eyes were also coated with a layer of cold light like a sword. He fixedly stared at the sword on the table, then stretched out his hand, and slowly brushed along the blade.

The slender fingers were wrapped around the hilt of the sword, Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sword did not move when he exerted force.

Yu Sheng looked at the sword silently, and let go of his hand after a long time.

This is his senior brother's impeccable sword.

The fairy sword has a spirit, and it seems that it has sensed the departure of its master. This sword has sealed itself, and no one can pull it out.

Yu Sheng raised his head and looked at the bitter sword he had placed on the window sill. These two swords were made by a famous master. They were quite similar in shape and texture, as if they were in pairs.

A disciple's voice sounded outside the door: "Brother Sect Master, are you in the room? The Great Elder told you to go to the meeting hall!"

With a sound of "crash", Yu Sheng pushed open the door, his gloomy expression startled the disciples outside the door.

"Well, I'll go right away." Yu Sheng raised his head, smiled gently at his disciple, the coldness on his face dissipated in an instant, and then walked out of the yard.

The disciple stood there in a daze, blinking.

"The door, the door..."

With a bang, the door of the room automatically slammed shut in front of the disciple.