Those Years When the Demon King Undercovered the Immortal Gate

Immediately, he realized that he seemed a little too nervous.

He patted his tense face and didn't go over immediately.

I haven't seen him in almost two months, and that person's complexion is worse than when he was in Changyao Chongming Palace that day.

The moon-white skirt that was running through his body was replaced by a light gray long shirt with books, which lacked the feeling of being cold, high and unworldly, and gave him a more elegant feeling.

And there was a thin white cloth over his eyes.

White cloth?

What does this mean?

Sima Xun couldn't help being stunned, a little confused.

Afterwards, he saw that after Luo Zichen had sat down, he was seriously telling the fortunes of those who were lining up.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is indeed an aura-observation technique that can predict destiny, but the way of cultivating immortals is to let nature take its course, so this predictable spell has always been more harmful to destiny, and people who cultivate immortals will not easily use it.

Although a mortal's lifespan is only tens or hundreds of years, and the impact it brings is not great, but it is really self-defeating to spy on the secrets of the sky like this every day.

Sima Xun couldn't help but frowned, feeling a little unspeakable in his heart.

Luo Zichen didn't seem to notice him until now.

Or, they found him, but didn't pay the slightest attention to him.

Sima Xun still didn't go over hastily, but stood still, watching the man let the fortune-teller sit in front of the table in front of him.Then, after carefully listening to the other party's appeal, the thin lips opened slightly, and slowly spit out a "yes" or "no".

Or there are other words and sentences, but they are all very few one or two words.

Then I saw that the person who came to ask for God's will was either weeping with joy, or mourning his concubine.

Sima Xun suddenly felt that he was no different from those people who came to Luo Zichen for fortune-telling.

They are all waiting for the fate-determining one or two words in his mouth...

Luo Zichen spoke very little, so the speed was extremely fast.

But in a blink of an eye, the tenth person had already arrived.

The tenth person was a young woman wearing a water-green tulle floor-length skirt. She was only about twenty-eight years old, and she was very beautiful. Just standing there, the pilgrims passing by frequently looked sideways.

However, after she sat down in front of Luo Zichen, she raised her head timidly and glanced, then hurriedly lowered her gaze.

This is obviously the drunkard's intention not to drink.

Sima Xun frowned suddenly.

Then he tilted his head, and quickly concealed the unhappiness on his face and the little possessiveness in his heart.

Then, I heard Luo Zichen say: "Please speak."

The woman's face hesitated, and after a while, she said softly: "I...ask about marriage."

Her red lips parted slightly, and her complexion was full of spring. This timid appearance was really endearing.

Although he knew the result at this moment, Sima Xun's palms were still tight.

The intermittent Sanskrit sounds from the temple came out, solemn and solemn.

After a while, Luo Zichen's cold voice sounded again.

"Not going well."

There was no expression on his face during the whole process.

The corner of Sima Xun's mouth twitched slightly.

There was a slight astonishment on the woman's face.

Sitting at the table, her face slowly turned from blushing to pale, and after a long time, she suddenly said in a stubborn tone: "I don't believe it!"

After speaking, he took out a delicately embroidered sachet from his body, put it on the table and pushed it over.

After finishing this series of actions, he hurriedly stood up and walked away, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Sima Xun looked away from the crowd.

Unexpectedly, looking back, Luo Zichen reached out and picked up the sachet on the table, and rubbed it on his hand.

Seeing this scene, he was inexplicably angry, and even the tension just now disappeared suddenly.

He hurriedly walked through the crowd, and quickly stood still in front of Luo Zichen's desk.

"you--"

When I opened my mouth, I didn't know what to say.

When his eyes met the other person's face, the anger just now disappeared without a trace, and a bunch of things he was thinking about asking before were instantly blank.

Although Luo Zichen couldn't see with his eyes at this time, the spiritual consciousness surrounding his body immediately discovered the person in front of him.

His hand holding the sachet paused in mid-air.

Then his hands dropped, and a somewhat alienated voice sounded: "Today's quota is full."

Sima Xun lowered his head and gritted his teeth: "Then add one more."

Luo Zichen didn't speak.

Sima Xun continued to say stubbornly, "One more."

After a while, Luo Zichen's face gradually softened, his throat rolled, and he asked, "Okay, what do you want to ask?"

Sima Xun was taken aback.

what.It's too much...

Sima Xun thought.

I want to ask him how he is doing now, and whether the time that Song Changqing said in his letter is not long is true.

I want to ask if it was true when he said he liked me when he took the identity of Chen Luo?

I still want to ask him about what happened with him in the cave...

The atmosphere was silent.

People coming and going around were all looking at this side, as if wondering why this fortune teller, who has always been extremely accurate in fortune telling, only counted ten people every day, why he broke the rules he set today.Has another rule been changed?

After a moment.

"Ask about marriage." Sima Xun said.

Luo Zichen didn't answer him, he lowered his head slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, his hands were put back on the table at some point and intertwined, and the sachet from before was nowhere to be found.

Sima Xun stared at Luo Zichen silently for a while, his chest was beating chaotically.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered what Luo Zichen asked Song Changqing to tell him two months ago, and his heart suddenly ached and he was a little scared.

Maybe it's better not to know anything, maybe he doesn't need to know anything, anyway, he's already here, as long as he doesn't leave...

"I didn't actually want to ask this." Sima Xun quickly took a deep breath and suddenly regretted it.

Then he shook his head again, suppressing the emotions that were about to erupt in his body, and said, "I was just—"

"Shun." Luo Zichen moved his lips suddenly.

"What?" Sima Xun couldn't help being taken aback.

Luo Zichen's tone was a little doting: "It's fine."

The bell in the monastery suddenly rang at this moment, making a dull and heavy sound, again and again, a total of twelve times.

Sima Xun's eyes suddenly turned red, his heart was swollen and a little sour, and an unspeakable numbness ran all over his body in an instant.

When the bell stopped, the surrounding sounds seemed to quiet down, as if the noisy crowd around them were completely isolated from their tiny space.

After a long time, Sima Xun tilted his head, concealing his unbearable emotions, and said in a hoarse and wet tone, "You're lying...don't allow it."

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly recalled 3000 years ago.At that time, his conversations with Luo Zichen were usually extremely blunt, with such blunt words as "I'm going to kill you" and "I'm not at odds with each other".

But occasionally, there will be a few words that are a bit willful like just now.

Usually this usually happens when he loses a fight with Luo Zichen.At this time, he would quickly retract his fangs, revealing his soft and deceitful side, hoping to trick the other party into letting go of their vigilance so that they could let him go.

But in fact, Luo Zichen would easily let him go every time, even if he didn't say anything.

So at that time, why did he show such a stupid side in front of Luo Zichen...

At this time, an aunt holding a child next to him just heard what he said, turned her head, and said to him: "Young man, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. The results calculated by Mr. Chen are different." No, a month and a half ago I came to ask my daughter-in-law whether the baby was a boy or a girl. My husband said it was a boy, and the result was true. Today, the old woman, I came to fulfill my wish, and I came to thank Mr. Chen by the way. "

Sima Xun: "..."

Afterwards, the aunt really thanked Luo Zichen several times.

After Luo Zichen said lightly no need, he dismissed him.

When the people walked a little further, Luo Zichen put away all his things and stood up, and said in a somewhat helpless tone, "Then what do you want to believe?"

Sima looked upright, "Luo Zichen, you should know, I mean—"

His words were interrupted by a magic decision that concealed his figure.

Then he felt his body being gently encircled.

In a shock, the shadow in front of him gradually approached.

Before he could react, something soft and moist fell from the corner of his mouth.

Sima Xun's pupils shrank.

The softness gradually deepened on his lips, prying open his teeth carefully, and sinking.

It fell into his ear again, and he asked in a seductive tone, "Do you believe it?"

"I--"

Sima Xun opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

It is rumored that if someone does all the worst things in the world, the heaven will still be angry, and the punishment will be sent down.

The punishment of Heaven's Punishment was struck by lightning from the nine heavens, and it passed through the whole body in an instant. Those with light cultivation levels would be instantly wiped out, and those with heavy cultivation levels would have their meridians cut off.

Before, he had been curious about what the punishment of punishment from the sky was like, but now he had experienced it somewhat.

Ashes disappeared, Sima Xun felt that he was about the same at this moment.

The gentle lips and tongue drifted beside his ears, and Sima Xun couldn't stand the stimulation, so he couldn't help begging for mercy: "Oh, don't, please..."

Luo Zichen: "..."

After a while, Luo Zichen took a step back, faced him and asked, "Please, what?"

Hearing Luo Zichen's question, Sima Xun suddenly remembered what happened in the cave outside Yuanyang City, and his whole body became hot instantly.

After a long time, he murmured back: "There are still so many people here..."

Although a concealed method was used, among such people, it is really...

Luo Zichen was stunned for a while, and then he understood a little bit later, staring at Sima Xun and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Sima Xun's face froze, and instantly redness burned from the top of his head to his neck.

Luo Zichen didn't want to embarrass him, so he let go of him with a low laugh.

The following is from the previous version, don't watch it for now, the plot will be added later.

Immediately, he realized that he seemed a little too nervous.

He patted his face, which had been tense since he saw someone, and didn't go over immediately.

I haven't seen him in almost two months, and that person's complexion is worse than when he was in Changyao Chongming Palace that day.

The moon-white skirt that was running through his body was replaced by a light gray long shirt with books, which lacked the feeling of being cold, high and unworldly, and gave him a more elegant feeling.

And there was a thin white cloth over his eyes.

White cloth?

Sima Xun couldn't help being stunned.

What does this mean?

Afterwards, he saw that after Luo Zichen sat down, he was seriously telling the fortunes of those queuing up.

For fortune-telling, in the world of immortality, there is indeed an aura-observing technique that can predict the destiny, but the way of cultivating immortality is to let nature take its course, so this predictable spell has always been more damaging to the destiny, and people who cultivate immortals will not easily use it.

Although a mortal's lifespan is only tens or hundreds of years, and the impact it brings is not great, but it is really self-defeating to spy on the secrets of the sky every day.

Sima Xun couldn't help frowning.

However, he still waited for Luo Zichen to finish counting the ten people conscientiously, and the people in line had dispersed before he left.

Then, he noticed that the other party's hand movement to collect things from the table stopped for a moment.

A cold voice sounded: "Sorry, today's quota has ended."

Sima Xun lowered his head and pursed his lips: "Then add one more."

Luo Zichen: "..."

Sima Xun said stubbornly, "One more."

After a while, Luo Zichen sat down calmly: "Okay, what do you want to ask?"

What to ask, there are too many questions to ask...

Sima Xun thought.

I want to ask him how he is doing now, and whether the time that Song Changqing said in his letter is not long is true.

I want to ask if it was true when he said he liked me when he took the identity of Chen Luo?

I still want to ask him about what happened with him in the cave...

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

People coming and going around were all looking at this side, as if wondering why this fortune teller, who has always been extremely accurate in fortune telling, only counted ten people every day, why he broke the rules he set today.Has another rule been changed?

Seeing Luo Zichen's calm face, Sima Xun suddenly thought of what Song Changqing had told him two months ago, and felt a little pained and scared at the same time.

After a moment.

"Then ask about marriage." Sima Xun said.

Luo Zichen: "..."

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

Finally, Luo Zichen slowly spat out two words: "Not going well."

There was still no expression on his face, and his eyes were covered by a white cloth. Sima Xun couldn't see any attitude when he said this.

Sima Xun couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and a sharp pain suddenly surged in his heart.

The bell in the temple suddenly rang at this moment.

There was a dull and thick sound, and it seemed to hit my heart, and it hurt a little.

Sima Xun counted silently, a total of twelve.

When the bell stopped, the surrounding voices seemed to quiet down at once.

Sima Xun said with trembling lips, "It's not allowed to lie."

At this time, an aunt holding a child next to her heard this, turned her head, and said to him: "Young man, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. There is nothing wrong with Mr. Chen's calculation results." No, one and a half months ago I came to ask my daughter-in-law whether the baby was a boy or a girl, and the husband said it was a boy, and the result is true. Today, the old woman, I came to fulfill my wish, and I came to thank Mr. Chen by the way."

Sima Xun: "..."

Sima Xun took a few deep breaths, feeling an urge to leave here just like that.

But there are still so many questions and so many words that he hasn't asked yet, and he still doesn't know.

After trying his best to calm down the numbness and pain in his heart, he looked at Luo Zichen and asked again: "Did you—"

Luo Zichen: "No."

"You tricked me into falling in love with you, and now you are so heartless..."

Sima Xun begged in a low voice, "Luo Zichen, please love me..."

Luo Zichen's Adam's apple rolled.

Sima Xun was stunned for a moment.

After a while, he asked again: "How do you prove it?"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice was suppressed by the soft warmth that suddenly covered him.

Sima Xun's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Well--"