My Demon King Plush

Chapter 35

The things in the house were quickly tidied up by the little hairy man, and even some bits and pieces of trinkets that the two bought near the airport were arranged bit by bit, which added a lot to the villa. Warm breath.

Bai Ju walked around the inside of the villa, gave some instructions to the little hairy man, and was about to take Xiao Yao out together, but saw his little guardian go up to the attic with his hands waved.

"Yaoyao?" Bai Ju followed Xiao Yao up the stairs, wondering, "Do you want to clean up the attic too?"

Xiao Yao turned back and smiled, pointed to the attic room and said: "It's not about cleaning up... After all, this is a villa under the name of the Demon Control Bureau. In fact, there are restrictions. The key to start it is in the attic. Let's come here You must also pay attention, in addition to the lock and key to prevent people, the prohibition to prevent other demons and ghosts from making troubles cannot be ignored."

Bai Ju nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Will the demons living inside not be affected if we defend against demons?"

Xiao Yao shook his head, and pushed open the door of the attic: "It's just for suppressing evil spirits and exorcising evil spirits. Normal activities of monsters will not be affected."

As he said that, Xiao Yao stepped in and opened the window of the attic, and asked, "Speaking of it, Brother Bai, will the... It doesn’t matter if the restriction is not activated.” Anyway, they are a top warlock and a demon king, so they don’t worry about encountering any unsolvable dangers.

Bai Ju was taken aback when he heard the words, and raised his hand to touch the red scar spreading from the end of his eyes, only to realize that this scar seemed to have been forgotten by him.

"This thing..." Bai Ju hesitated for a moment, and said unsurely, "Probably no problem."

Xiao Yao rolled up his sleeves and stopped his movements: "Probably?"

Bai Ju was also a little helpless, and explained honestly: "I don't know if it will be affected. This thing has been on me for a long time. Although I can't get rid of it, it can't beat me. It has been hundreds of years. It's moving... But I can't guarantee that it won't be awakened by something."

Xiao Yao frowned slightly, and keenly grasped the key point of Bai Ju's words: "There has been no movement for hundreds of years, then when did you get injured, Brother Bai?" What did this thing bring to Bai Ju at the beginning of the injury? ?

Bai Ju looked at the ceiling, nodded his chin and tried hard to think: "Hmm... how long ago was a thousand, three or four hundred years ago, I forgot."

Xiao Yao: "..."

Xiao Yao felt distressed, and was left speechless by the old dog's appearance.

This kind of injury that has tortured me for hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, how can I forget the time of the injury like this? Should it be said that this dog has too much heart?

Xiao Yao was so stuffy in his chest, he paused for a moment, and asked again: "When it was still moving... you, how would you be affected?"

Bai Ju lowered his eyes, met the little guardian's a little evasive gaze, and saw the distress that couldn't be hidden inside.

So, the old dog Bai who wanted to say a few words casually and then exposed it came to his mouth, swallowed it back, and then really thought about it seriously.

"It...when it is disobedient," Bai Ju cleared his throat, and slowly whispered, "I will have a headache."

It was as if a thunderbolt was churning in his mind, everything from nerves to muscles and even soul seemed to be crushed and reassembled over and over again.

"The eyes will not see clearly."

His vision is blurred, the world is spinning, and he can't tell the truth from the distance; even his ears are full of roaring and dead silence, and he dare not leave the ground under his feet, for fear of falling into the abyss of the canyon if he stumbles, and has no spare energy to save himself.

"It will be very unhappy."

Emotional disorders, tyrannical thoughts can't stop breeding, the body demonizes uncontrollably, the only reason left is to stay away from the crowd.

"Someone will bully me."

When the demonic aura is uncontrollable, some ascetics will follow his trail to find him, trying to kill the demons.

After all, it is something that has tormented me for so long, how could Bai Ju not remember the feelings it brought him; those pains and despair that are carved into the bone marrow, it’s fine if you don’t mention them, if you mention them, you will find that you remember them clearly .

With a few understated descriptions, Bai Ju briefly described what he had suffered, but it still stuck in Xiao Yao's heart.

Xiao Yao couldn't have guessed that what the old dog said was simple, but what he actually experienced was probably a thousand times more.

He kind of regretted asking such a question.

The old dog Bai looked at his little guardian's eyes that turned red almost instantly, and couldn't help but chuckled, with a warm arc on his lips: "Well... I still think that it would be great if someone could smooth my hair gone."

Xiao Yao was startled for a moment, then raised his head, and found that Bai Ju was looking at him with a slight smile, his thin lips opened and closed, and his voice was low and mellow: "I really hope... someone can be by my side, accompany me, touch my head, Tell me it doesn't hurt, it will pass." And I don't have to worry about hurting him.

Xiao Yao closed his eyes fiercely.

Bai Ju leaned forward slightly, wiped the corners of Xiao Yao's eyes gently with his fingertips, and said with a smile: "Yao Yao...you love me, I am very happy."

The old white dog gently circled the little guardian who was about to cry, rubbed his hair, and coaxed: "Really."

Xiao Yao raised his arms and hugged Bai Ju vigorously.

Why wasn't he born hundreds of thousands of years earlier, and accompany Bai Ju through the most difficult time... However, human life is only a summer of light for a monster like Bai Ju. After hundreds of thousands of years, who will feel sorry for him?

Xiao Yao buried his face in the white

Ju took a deep breath from his chest, then let go of his hands and rubbed his face, gently pushed Bai Ju, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Then, let's try it first, activate the restraint, if you feel uncomfortable, you have to say."

Baiju nodded with a smile.

He knew what Xiao Yao meant. Now that he had discovered the hidden danger, it was better for his own people to figure out what would affect him first than to be caught by the enemy first.

Xiao Yao turned around, walked to a set of copper compass in the center of the attic, and blew a wind to blow away the thin dust on it.

The copper compass has a simple black luster, shiny and restrained; engraved on it are the patterns of green dragon, white tiger, rosefinch, basaltic four-dimensional beast, and many mysterious lines. Baiju is a wild man, he can't understand these magic circles that condense many Taoism, but he is more interested in the material of this copper compass, so he stretched out his hand to touch it.

Xiao Yao bent down to fetch the formation stones stored under the compass, and when he got up, he saw Baiju studying the compass, so he introduced: "There were nine of this kind of compass at the beginning, all of which were made into incense burners, and were eaten in temples. After nine years of burning incense, it was re-smelted into a compass, and was consecrated by a Buddhist master to chant sutras for seventy-seven and forty-nine days.

Bai Ju stroked the shiny surface of the compass, and asked curiously, "Then what happened next?"

Xiao Yao signaled Baiju to step back, and put the formation stones into the compass one by one in order: "Later, three of them were damaged in the process of eliminating demons or suppressing ghosts, and the Warlock Association tried to get some alchemy materials, and made another Bronze stoves were sent to temples for incense. But later, Shinto declined, Buddhist followers were few, and eminent monks were not as capable as before. The copper stoves that had been incensed for nine years were re-smelted and consecrated for ninety-nine and eighty-one days. Only one or two tenths of the previous ones."

Xiao Yao said while clapping the compass under his hands, and said: "This is Xiaoyao in the later batch of compasses, the ninth one to take shape, it is said that it almost cracked when it was formed, but was rescued by an eminent monk, and he was saved from desperation. A little bit spiritual, a little bit stronger, about one-third of the original batch."

Bai Ju looked at the compass thoughtfully, thought for a while, and blocked the last formation stone that Xiao Yao was about to embed.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Yao withdrew his hand and asked a little puzzled.

Bai Ju stretched out his hand and clicked on the last eye, pondered and asked: "Does it—does it have a name?"

Xiao Yao froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "There is no separate name, they are collectively called Sixiang Zhenxie Pan."

Bai Ju spread out his palms: "Let me install the last formation stone."

Xiao Yao hesitated for a moment: "Then what if you don't get used to it after it starts?"

Bai Ju raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his bright white teeth: "No, give me the last formation stone, and I will consecrate it; by the way, give it a name, maybe it can enlighten it. In this way, I will be kind to it. , even if it doesn't match me, it won't hurt me."

Xiao Yao raised his eyebrows, and put the formation stone in Baiju's palm: "Then Brother Bai, be careful yourself."

Bai Ju nodded, took the front stone, his eyes lowered slightly, and landed on the copper compass, as gentle as looking at a newborn baby.

"You are the ninth compass in the new era of monasticism," Bai Ju said in order, touching the embedded formation stones one by one with his fingertips, and the golden light of Tanghuang's merits turned into fine dust and infiltrated in little by little, "on the way of birth When there is a great disaster, when you meet a noble person, it is a rare good luck, and you can be regarded as the number nine."

"Let's call you 'Ninth Day'."

As soon as the words fell, the formation stone in Baiju's palm, which had been rendered brilliant gold, stuck into the formation's eye with its heavy merits, and suddenly a sound of Sanskrit suddenly spread from the center of the compass; invisible ripples swept across the small attic room in an instant.

Xiao Yao only felt his mind vibrate suddenly, and a sense of clarity that he had never had before washed away quickly; he looked back at Baiju, but saw the old dog Bai standing motionless beside the compass, with his face slightly downcast, covering his hand with his hand. eyes.

"Brother Bai!" Xiao Yao was in a hurry. He felt his head heat up, and immediately turned over the compass to break Bai Ju's hand, "What's wrong with you? Let me see!"

Bai Ju's wrist was stiff, and his mind felt like a needle prick. He subconsciously avoided Xiao Yao's hand and took a step back.

Although it was far from as bad as what he had experienced before, his physical discomfort made him retreat instinctively; his heart was clamoring for "danger", and Bai Ju didn't trust himself in this state at all.

How could Xiao Yao just let Bai Ju retreat like this, stretched out his hand to grab his arm and pulled away the palm covering his face, then rushed forward, used the spirit speech technique on himself, and said in a low voice: "look up!"

With a flash of consciousness, Bai Ju raised his head subconsciously following Xiao Yao's instructions, revealing a pale face.

The blood-red pupil of the right eye, which should have been pitch black, trembled abnormally; the left eye was stained with the golden light of merit, and the pupil was filled with brilliant gold, and shimmered along the path of Taoism.

Bai Ju opened his mouth, the pain in his mind was not enough to erode his sanity and physical strength, and this sudden reaction also quickly subsided - but he didn't know what he would look like now, would it be scary, would it be it's going to be kinda bad...

However, before he asked any questions, Xiao Yao's eyes suddenly turned red.

The little guardian who loved the old dog Baiju ruthlessly grabbed Baiju's arm, bending the tall man who was about 1.9 meters tall; Xiao Yao hugged Baiju's furry head with all his strength, and stroked the head with his hands shaking Curly long hair.

"...No...it doesn't hurt anymore." Xiao Yao's voice was a little hoarse, even crying, "It will pass."

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To be honest, the old dog Bai almost cried right now =. =

But Yaoyao is ahead of him

cry ╮( ·ω· )╭

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