long night walk

Chapter 968 Spirit Dream Warning
When Shu Ci woke up, he found that his hands and legs were tightly suppressed by Bai Lian, unable to move.

At this moment, Bai Lian was staring at him closely, with a trace of concern hidden in his eyes.

Seeing her waking up, crying heartbroken, that concern turned into disgust again.

"It's so early in the morning, why are you in a daze?"

Meat?
This stupid fox, is he thinking about that stupid thing in his dreams?
Shuci hasn't been dominated by fear for a long time.

Mo Yue's scene in the dream was too real, and her heart and soul died too miserably, and she was crying heartbroken right now.

When I woke up, I was still in shock.

Seeing Bai Lian who was safe and sound in front of him, he realized belatedly that he had had a nightmare.

When Shu Ci woke up, his hands and legs felt cold, and his back and heart were covered in cold sweat.

Seeing her face pale with fright, Bai Lian couldn't help laughing and shaking his head, turned over and got out of bed.

Shu Ci had a splitting headache, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. When she realized that she had a nightmare, she was startled and broke out in cold sweat again in a trance.

She is not human, nor is she an ordinary demon.

Her existence has long been separated from the five elements and six realms. A transcendent undead demon like her is comparable to the gods in the creation period.

Dreaming is no better than ordinary people, it is just a small thing that she thinks about every day. She has never had a dream for tens of thousands of years.

Every time I have a dream, there is an omen symbol, it is a spiritual dream.

Demon spirit dreams are not like ordinary people who have no taboos, they can dream anything.

But in her dream, there was even a demon king!

Everything that happened in the dream was extremely real, as if it had been experienced in a previous life.

The more Shu Ci thought about it, the more frightened he became.

In fact, she didn't see clearly the face of the man kneeling in front of the Huanghai Palace in the dream.

It's just that for some reason, she can always be associated with Bai Lian.

And the Demon Lord A Rao does not seem to be His Majesty the Demon Lord now.

Although the eyebrows and eyes are the same, the temperament and aura are completely different.

In the dream, His Majesty the Demon Monarch looked a little bit more vicissitudes and on the verge of despair and madness, and the cruelty in his eyes also revealed that he was in a constant state of panic and could not be redeemed.

It was clear that the torturer was her, but the person with extreme fear and trembling in his eyes was also her.

Moreover, the Demon Lord in the dream obviously has the great ability to destroy the world, swallowing the moon and driving the sun with unimaginable power.

Even through the illusory dream, an immortal monster like Shuci can feel the meaning of suffocation.

That power seems to be above the gods and demons of the nine heavens, coexisting with the stars and stars in the eternal time and space.

That was the power she had never felt in the first generation of the original Demon Lord.

That person... seems to be the demon Lord A Rao, but it doesn't seem to be her.

Shu Ci's thoughts were extremely chaotic, she propped her forehead, a dream actually forced her sea of ​​consciousness to be in turmoil.

She didn't know what the nightmare was warning and prophesying, but she couldn't understand it.

When he was in the Demon Realm, the Demon Lord Ah Rao tried every means, even coaxing and threatening to get Feng Jun and Wang Husband into bed, how could he be willing to kill such a killer? !

But that lunatic woman has not been moody for a year or two, if she insists on looking into it, she might not be able to figure it out.

In order to avoid long nights and dreams, I still need to eat this piece of meat in my stomach to feel relieved.

In front of that lunatic Demon Monarch, even if Jin Xian took the initiative to kill this kid, it didn't seem so scary.

Thinking of this, Shu Ci didn't care about boiling the frog in warm water, put on his shoes in a hurry, and rushed to the blacksmith's shop to get the big iron pot that he specially customized?
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The blacksmith's shop opened early in the morning, and in the cold morning, there were only a few pedestrians on the corner of the small village, which was already deserted, and it was extremely quiet.

The master blacksmith recognized Shu Ci, and seeing her visiting early, Xiao Xun was startled and asked, "Why is Mrs. Shu up so early?"

"I've come to get my iron pot."

Xu Shi had a night of nightmares in order to sleep well, Shu Ci's eyes were black and blue, and there was a bit of mournful dullness in his eyes.

Coupled with that natural face of a vicious beauty with a vicious heart, standing outside the shed and against the light, her pupils are particularly deep, and her expression looks a little strange and desolate.

The master blacksmith shuddered for no reason. If he hadn't known this Mrs. Shu first, he would have thought that he had met some unclean ghost this early in the morning.

The master blacksmith laughed unnaturally: "The iron pot has been made a long time ago, and I don't see you coming to pick it up.

If you don’t need it urgently, you don’t need to pick it up in person early in the morning, you just need to inform Aunt Wu, and I can deliver it to you. "

Shuci looked at him very seriously and said: "Urgent, very urgent right now, very urgent!"

If the pot is not given to her again, that piece of her heart will be destroyed by others.

Speaking of which, after her side took the initiative to cut off the link of the Demon Lord's consciousness, the other side fell into a deathly calm.

Unlike the first time when he shared his vision with her, Shu Ci resisted a little, and there would be great mental depression on the other side.

But ever since she took the initiative to provoke Bai Lian and threatened to eat his karma, the spiritual power of His Majesty the Demon Lord never took the initiative to occupy her vision again.

Such calmness is abnormal, and with the dream last night, Shu Ci vaguely felt that he seemed to have made a terrible mistake.

The master blacksmith sizzled the red-hot iron in his hand and put it into the cold water pool. He wiped the hot sweat from his forehead.

He said strangely: "Mistress, do you need such a big iron pot to stew meat early in the morning? It doesn't matter if I give it to you right now.

It’s just that my lazy apprentice is still asleep, so this big iron pot is for you, you can’t bring it back alone, can you?or……"

Shuci saw him dawdling like this, and his eyes became more and more impatient: "You only need to give it to me, why is it so noisy."

The master blacksmith opened his mouth, seeing her temper like this, he couldn't say anything, frowned, and said: "Even so, the lady will come with me?"

Throwing the rag on his shoulders, he led Shuci into the stone house full of sundries and iron. The master blacksmith pointed to the big black iron pot standing on the wall, which was more than half the height of a person.

He didn't like Shu Ci's tone and attitude, and his words were not as gentle and polite as before. He said slightly sarcastically:

"This pot was made according to the requirements of the big lady. If the big lady has no ability to take this pot away by herself, don't blame me for not forging your iron pot according to the requirements."

Seeing the cauldron, Shu Ci was very satisfied.

Without talking nonsense with him, he walked straight over and picked up two hemp ropes piled on the ground.

Holding the edge of the pot with one hand, the arm sank, and the cauldron was lifted up like a tiger, and landed firmly on her back, and the hemp rope in his hand was wrapped around his waist.

Under the stunned eyes of the master blacksmith, she had already carried the cauldron on her back, and walked out steadily.

It takes two grown men to lift a pot, but she, a woman, can carry it so easily, the blacksmith was amazed and amazed.

At this time, an old voice came from the door.

"Master Wang, I don't know if I can make the Baitie sword that I asked you to help forge last night?

Tonight, I am going to personally go to the river to cast down demons and slay demons, so I have to make sure everything is safe... huh?Isn't this the eldest lady of the Baili family? "

Hearing that voice, it was actually Huang Laodao, Xu Shi went to the door to get the sword, and happened to meet Shu Ci, the tone of his pretentious voice suddenly changed, full of surprises that could not be concealed.

"To be able to meet the eldest lady here, it can be seen that it is fate."

Shuci was in a hurry to go home to stew meat, and in a hurry, he met the old Taoist priest from yesterday.

When Shuci was in a good mood, she was in a good mood, even if the stench of this old man's mouth full of tooth feces smoked her delicate fox nose, she could still bear it for a while.

But she had a nightmare last night, and she was not in a bad mood at the moment. The old Taoist priest was standing in front of her like a wall of people. Nothing blocked her way.

In addition, the big fight with Bai Li'an last night was mostly because of this person.

At noon yesterday, he looked like a kind and friendly face, but at this moment, Shu Ci looked rather annoying, with treacherous eyebrows everywhere.

It really displeased the fox!
The old Taoist didn't know how to live or die, and didn't notice Shu Ci's mournful gaze.

He just looked at her exquisite figure carrying a large iron pot that didn't fit her body shape.

He laughed in surprise and said, "Why did the eldest lady come here alone so early in the morning? Why did she take such a big pot by herself?"

The old Taoist was both pleasantly surprised and distressed, and delivered it tremblingly with two skinny palms.

As if she was afraid that the iron pot would crush her graceful and delicate body, her face was full of hypocritical grief.

"Your little husband is really ruthless, such a torturing physical work requires a weak little lady like you to do it yourself.

This man in your family is really a coward. You have to do everything, so what do you want him to do.

hurry up!I'm an old man, let me help you, big lady..."

He said that he wanted to help her support the pot, but those two excited hands, shaking like chicken feet, groped towards her chest obscenely.

Shu Ci's eyes were cold, revealing a trace of insensitivity.

She snorted coldly, moved her feet, and the long iron hammer thrown at her feet was kicked out, and the heavy hammer head hit the old Taoist's elbow straight like this.

The two arms protruding over were hit by the forceful blow, and the counterforce hit them back heavily, and the back of the hand hit his face hard, with a slap.

The old man screamed in pain, and took two steps back, his elbow suddenly swelled up, and his face was flushed red by the back of his hand.

Shu Ci's expression was indifferent. Compared with yesterday, he seemed to be a different person: "The old thing can't even stand upright, why don't you help yourself first?"

The old Taoist looked incredulously at Shuci who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone after receiving the gift, and couldn't react for a long time.

It wasn't until the nosebleeds flowed into his mouth, and the smell of fishy sweetness irritated his throat, that he became furious: "How dare you!"

Shu Ci lightly raised his eyes and glanced at him: "How dare I?"

But seeing that her gloomy brows were hard to stretch, she walked slowly from the shadows to the early sun. There was a bit of sinister viciousness on that alluring face, and when the aura was fully opened, it was shocking. like beauty.

The monstrous hostility and murderous aura accumulated from death and killing for tens of thousands of years is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The old Taoist was suffocated, he was shocked by the shuddering aura, but also obsessed with the increasingly colorful and amazing beauty.

All of a sudden, the momentum and anger were completely suppressed, and he could only mutter pitifully and without hope:

"Big lady... why are you so fierce? The old Taoist gifted you a golden hairpin..."

He glanced up secretly, but saw that Shu Ci's attire today was extremely simple, with long black hair untied and untied, jet black like thick ink spread on his shoulders, even though he didn't have the slightest adornment, he was still glamorous and breathtaking.

The old Taoist stared straight at the pearls, and murmured again: "What? Don't you like the hairpin I gave you? Why don't you wear it?"

After he reminded him, Shu Ci realized that he had taken a hairpin from this old thing.

It's just that the hairpin was pinched and rounded into a golden bean when the kid was angry last night.

At first, Shu Ci was still put away, thinking about pinching it in the middle of the night to see if it could be pinched into the shape of a hairpin to tie the hair.

But when she went to bed, she was obsessed with eating steamed buns to warm herself, and she didn't know where to throw the last golden peas.

As a demon, Shu Ci has never had any concept of money, he just thinks it's just a small thing, and it's no pity to throw it away.

She frowned and said: "The hairpin is in the way, I don't like it, so throw it away."

The old Taoist naturally didn't believe her nonsense, there is no woman in the world who doesn't love gold, and would throw away gold if it gets in the way.

He saw that she clearly wanted to embezzle his property for nothing.

Hurrah!Hurrah!
Taking his money, but not wanting to pay the price, how can there be such a good thing in this world!
The old Taoist priest's eyes suddenly became sullen, and he said coldly: "The big lady's words are so unreasonable, in this world, there is no such thing as free food!
Since you have accepted the things of the old man, this matter is not so easy to deal with? ! "

Judging from the meaning of Huatou, the hairpin was not given to her?
Want to ask for a reward?
It is extremely troublesome for human beings to act, mother-in-law and mother-in-law!
That being the case, why didn't you make it clear early on when you delivered the item?

Shuci is a political strategist, even a conspirator.

But she seldom gets involved in the world of mortals, and she doesn't understand human affairs. In addition, she fights life and death all the year round.

Don't say that the hairpin was first given to her by the old Taoist priest.

In the Demon Realm, whenever she likes something, not to mention whether the owner is willing or not, as long as she wants it, there is no reason to talk about right and wrong with others.

The strong is the king, and the weak can reason with others.

She glanced at the old Taoist priest lightly again, and sneered. Against this face, she looked extraordinarily sinister and vicious, making the old Taoist priest feel dizzy.

Shu Ci was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he carried the iron pot and walked away far away.

The old Taoist stared sternly at the back of Shu Ci's departure, clenched his fists tightly, and said bitterly: "This humiliation, the old Taoist really can't swallow it! I must make you look good!"

"Master..." A young Taoist priest came out slowly, glanced at the old Taoist priest hesitantly, and said, "If Master wants to deal with this woman, this disciple has a handle on her husband."

Old Taoist 'Oh? ' With a sound, he looked at the little Taoist meaningfully.

The little Taoist seemed to be a little afraid of his tricks, shrank his body, but thought of the benefits he would get if he could fulfill his master's wish, he couldn't help leaning forward flatteringly and listening to him.

The old Taoist was surprised and astonished at first, and then smiled sinisterly.

"In this way, this stinky woman who is as cunning as a fox really can't escape from the palm of her own way. Everything depends on tonight."

(End of this chapter)