As soon as Feng Xuan opened his mouth, he felt that he had chatted to death. (TL:actually means someone ‘kill the topic’ because of saying some words that others don’t know how to respond to.)
Fortunately, in the next second, Qi Zhuoyu didn’t intend to let him continue the awkward chat to death.
Feng Xuan didn’t even notice when Qi Zhuoyu did it.
When he came back to his senses, Qu Zhuyu turned into a small piece of paper, and “whoosh” got into Feng Xuan’s small pouch. After being protected by Qu Zhuyu just now, Feng Xuan found that Quzhuyu might be the superstrong personal bodyguard, thus he immediately locked his small pouch and kept it well.
Just as he put away the small piece of paper Qu Zhuyu, when he looked up, the big devil had already rubbed himself against the ground.
It literally meant being rubbed against the ground. Feng Xuan looked at the two handsome guys who were exactly the same, as one stepped on the other, and he hesitated to speak: In any case, it is himself in the dream, aren’t you being too heavy handed on your old man?
Qi Zhuoyu stomped on the other’s head expressionlessly, and looked at Feng Xuan.
Feng Xuan immediately withdrew his persuasive words, and his damned animal intuition came into effect instantly. Pretending to be nonchalant, he gave a sensible and well-behaved expression of “You are busy, please continue”.
He always felt that if he persuaded the fight now, the big devil would definitely be even more angry.
Terrible.
How could he be so ruthless to “himself”.
After the demon venerable’s head exploded, Feng Xuan saw “his” body contort instantly, and then a cloud of colorful black mist emerged from the inside.
It was really a riot of colors. At first glance, it seemed to have all the colors, but the overall color was black. This feeling was very similar to seeing a lot of colors in the dream when one was dreaming, but when waking up, one would only remember the color black.
This colorful black mist must be the Nightmare Beast itself.
Unexpectedly, it was so bold that it dared to hide in the body of “Demon Venerable Qi Zhuoyu”.
The nightmare beast was an ancient demon, and Qi Zhuoyu was a master above the God Transformation Stage.
One demon and one immortal meeting each other, Feng Xuan thought that at least they would fight evenly, and the skies would fall and the earth would open up. As a result, the Nightmare Beast wanted to run away as soon as it came out, as if Qi Zhuoyu was some kind of heinous devil. Although it was not that far off.
As soon as Qi Zhuoyu stretched out his hand, he grabbed the Nightmare Beast so fast that the Nightmare Beast let out a scream. In the next second, the Nightmare Beast, who was an ancient demon, struggled spineless, and made a sound like a baby crying, crying till heaven and earth split apart.
Seeing this scene, Feng Xuan felt inexplicably that the big devil looked like the kind of seven-year-old naughty child bullying a three-year-old naughty child. He suddenly felt that the Nightmare Beast was quite pitiful.
“You think it’s pitiful?” Qi Zhuoyu, he didn’t know when he looked over, asked.
Feng Xuan: “…”
Don’t just use the mind reading skill without his consent, okay?
Qi Zhuoyu frowned, then loosened his strength a little.
He threw the Nightmare Beast to him like throwing away a toy he didn’t like, “Since you think it’s pitiful, then I will give it to you.”
Huh??
Wait, he doesn’t seem to have plans on raising a Nightmare Beast?!
Qi Zhuoyu’s expression changed. “You don’t like it?”
Ah this. It’s not that I don’t like it.
But the Nightmare Beast is an ancient demon, even rarer than the big sedan chair they sat on today. Is it really okay for the big devil to just treat it as a pet and give it to his Dao companion casually?
During the few seconds of Feng Xuan’s hesitation, the Nightmare Beast had already realized something.
Nightmare Beast understood the emotional disputes on site at once, and instantly turned into a dog leg. A wise man should submit to fate, cravenly cling to life instead of braving death, and rubbed Feng Xuan’s thigh with a soft black mist.
(t/n: dog leg-henchmen or lackey)
The Sixth Prince yellow dog lying on the side pricked up his ears vigilantly, and stood up on the spot:? ? ?
Why the hell is this scene so familiar? ?
Feng Xuan felt that if he really didn’t accept the inexplicable gift Nightmare Beast, the big devil would probably give it away in the next second.
Although the Nightmare Beast was known as a demon beast, it only ate people’s dreams and would not directly kill them. And now that it was caught, it must spit out all those dreams. Those who were asleep would naturally wake up.
He grabbed the Nightmare Beast and kneaded it for a while. Ah, I think it feels good to be made into a pillow?
Feng Xuan nodded to Qi Zhuoyu. “I like it. Thank you, senior brother.”
Qi Zhuoyu withdrew his gaze, without much expression, but his mood seemed to be a bit better.
After catching the Nightmare Beast, the dream began to collapse. The buildings were disappearing rapidly, and Feng Xuan also felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring, just like falling into a dream before.
Before leaving the dream, he seemed to have entered a colorful passage, his consciousness was suspended in mid-air, and many fragments of the dream flashed before his eyes.
These dreams were all the dreams swallowed by the Nightmare Beast before, and now they were all vomited out.
Feng Xuan saw Su Qingyan’s dream. In the dream, he was a gentleman living in a picturesque countryside. He worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, and Qi Zhuoyu also appeared in his dream, with the identity as his favorite student. One was studying and one was hunting, the two lived an ordinary life of weaving while the other was plowing the fields.
Unexpectedly, Su Qingyan thought in his heart that Qi Zhuoyu’s personality was a docile little white rabbit? If he himself had a dream, he felt that Qi Zhuoyu in his dream would be a villain that destroys heaven and earth, a big devil who stepped on the cultivation realm while letting out a “Jie Jie Jie Jie” laugh.
After brain supplementing this scene, he thought it was a little funny. (TL: It refers to supplementing certain plots in the mind, fantasizing plots in comics, novels and reality that one hopes but does not happen, in the brain.)
In addition, there were many fragments floating in front of his eyes, Feng Xuan couldn’t help but click on these dreams to watch.
In Ji Fangxin’s dream, Ji Fangxin was the young master of Misty Immortal Mansion, and was viewed as the core figure. And he——Qi Zhuoyu, was also the proud son of heaven with extraordinary talent and was respected by everyone. He and his childhood sweetheart should have gotten married smoothly. But the mortal Xiao Qi died suddenly. He was blamed, and friends became enemies. Qi Zhuoyu personally sent him to the demon prison. An old love before, and a new love later, he was particularly good to him, but he turned around and married someone else with his own eyes…..He lost everything, just because he fell in love with a cruel and indifferent man…
Feng Xuan choked for a moment: …really exceedingly sentimental, a deep sadistic love dream. But why does his character look so malicious? Moreover, the big devil will not send others to the demon prison just because he is dead. It was clearly written in the Book of Fate that after he was stabbed to death with a sword, Qi Zhuoyu unified the demon world the next day.
Man, you’re underestimating a career person.
In the dream of the Sixth Prince, Li Chaofeng—that was, himself, at first was peerless, has amazing talent and magnificent diction but was willing to perish for the mystery of one’s background, pretending to be a waste and secretly cultivating Shura Dragon Jue for three full years. Now that the three-year period has expired, the real dragon has returned! Heh…..the fiancée thinking he’s a waste and broke off the engagement? The prince who was abolished in the past returned to Nirvana! Anyone who touches my woman will die! Those who destroy my royal family will die! Sitting with the beauty of the world all the way, the secret guard Qi Zhuoyu swears allegiance to the death…..Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully, the young and poor! (TL: Don’t look down on the young and the low of status)
(t/n: Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi- prosperity and decline never last; everything in life is cyclical; life has its ups and down)
