Chapter 967 Lingmeng Early Warning
When Shu Ci woke up, he found that his hands and legs were tightly suppressed by Bai Lian, preventing him from moving.
At this moment, Balian's eyes were staring at him closely, with a trace of concern hidden in his eyes.
Seeing her waking up and crying heartbrokenly, that concern turned into disgust.
“What’s wrong with you so early in the morning?”
Meat?
What is this stupid fox thinking about in his dreams?
Shu Ci has not been dominated by fear for a long time.
Moyue was crying heartbroken because the scene in her dream was too real and the death of her heart was too tragic.
When I woke up, I was still in shock.
Looking at the safe and sound Balian in front of him, he finally realized that he had had a nightmare.
When Shu Ci woke up, his hands and legs felt cold, and his back vest was covered in cold sweat.
Bailian looked at her and turned pale with fright. He couldn't help but laugh and shook 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 suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
She is not a human being, nor is she an ordinary monster.
Her existence has long been separated from the Five Elements and Six Paths. A transcendent immortal demon like her is comparable to the gods in the creation period.
Dreaming is not like ordinary people, it is just a small thing that she thinks about every day. She has not dreamed for tens of thousands of years.
Every time you dream, there are omens and symbols, which are spiritual dreams.
Demon spirits are not as taboo as ordinary people, and they can dream of anything.
But in her dream, there was even a demon king coming!
Everything that happened in that dream was extremely real, as if it had been experienced personally in a previous life.
The more Shu Ci thought about it, the more frightened he became.
Actually, she did not see clearly the face of the man kneeling in front of Huanghai Palace in the dream.
But for some reason, she can always be associated with Balian.
As for Demon Lord Aluo, it seems that he is not the current Demon Lord.
Although their facial features are the same, their temperament and aura are completely different.
His Majesty the Demon King in the dream looked a bit more like he was on the verge of despair and madness, and the cruelty in his eyes revealed a sense of panic and irredeemability.
She was clearly the torturer, but it was also her who showed extreme fear and trembling in her eyes.
And the demon king in the dream obviously possesses the great ability to destroy the heaven and earth, and has unimaginable power to swallow the moon and drive the sun.
Even through illusory dreams, an immortal monster like Shu Ci can feel the sense of suffocating death.
That power seems to be superior to all the gods and demons in the nine heavens, coexisting with the stars in the sky for eternity.
That was a power she had never felt in the first generation of the original demon king.
That person... looks like Demon Lord A'luo, but also doesn't seem to be her.
Shu Ci's thoughts were extremely confused. She held her forehead, and a dream actually forced her consciousness to tremble.
She didn’t know what this nightmare was warning or predicting, but she couldn’t understand it.
When he was in the demon world, Demon Lord A'rao tried every possible means to get Fengjun and his wife into bed by coaxing and threatening him. How could he be willing to commit such a murder? !
But that madwoman has been moody for more than a year or two. If we have to dig deeper, I'm afraid I won't be able to figure out the reason.
In order to avoid long nights and dreams, it is still necessary to eat this piece of meat into your stomach to feel at ease.
In front of that lunatic demon king, even if Jin Xian tried to kill this kid, he no longer looked so scary.
Thinking of this, Shu Ci did not bother to boil the frog in warm water, put on his shoes hurriedly, and ran to the blacksmith shop to get the big iron pot that he specially customized?
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The blacksmith shop opened early in the morning. In the cold morning, there were only a few pedestrians on the street corner of the already remote small village, and it was extremely quiet.
The master blacksmith recognized Shu Ci, and was surprised when he saw her coming to visit him early, and asked, "What are you doing up so early, Mrs. Su?"
"I'm here to get my iron pot. ."
Maybe it was a night of nightmares. In order to sleep well, Shu Ci's eyes were black and blue, and there was a sense of sadness in his eyes.
In addition, her face was like that of a poisonous beauty. Standing outside the shed and facing the light, her pupils were particularly deep, and her expression looked a bit strange and desolate.
The master blacksmith shuddered for no reason. If he hadn't known this lady from the beginning, he would have thought he had met some dirty naughty ghost this early in the morning.
The 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 do it. Come and pick it up in person early in the morning. Just tell Aunt Wu and I can send it to you."
Shu Ci looked at him very seriously and said, "Urgent, it's urgent right now, very urgent!"
If she doesn't give the pot to her, the piece of her heart will probably be destroyed into dregs.
Speaking of which, after she took the initiative to cut off the connection with the Demon Lord's consciousness, the other end fell into a deathly calm.
Unlike when Xiantou shared vision with her, if Shuci resisted a little, there would be great mental suppression on the other side.
But ever since she took the initiative to provoke Balian and threatened to eat his karma, His Majesty the Demon King's spiritual power has never taken the initiative to occupy her vision.
It was abnormal to be so calm, and coupled with the dream last night, Shu Ci vaguely felt that he had made a huge mistake.
The master blacksmith put the red-hot fine iron in his hand into the cold pool with a sizzle, and wiped the hot sweat from his forehead.
He said strangely: "Madam, you need such a big iron pot to stew meat so early in the morning? It's okay to give it to you now.
It's just my lazy apprentice. I’m still asleep. This big iron pot is just for you. You can’t take it back alone, right?”
Seeing him dilly-dallying like this, Shu Ci's eyes became increasingly impatient: "You just need to give it to me, why is it so noisy."
The blacksmith opened his mouth and saw her With such a temper, it was hard to say anything. He frowned and said, "Even so, will you just let me do it?"
Throwing away the rag on his shoulder, he led Shu Ci into the stone house full of iron blocks. The master blacksmith pointed at the large black iron pot standing on the wall, which was more than half a person tall.
He didn't like Shu Ci's tone and attitude, and his words were not as gentle and polite as before. He said sarcastically:
"This pot was made according to the requirements of the eldest lady. If you don’t have the ability to take this pot away by yourself, don’t blame me for not forging your iron pot as required.”
Shu Ci was very excited when he saw the big pot. satisfy.
Without talking to him, he walked over and picked up two hemp ropes piled on the ground.
Holding the edge of the pot with one hand, she raised her arm, and the big pot rose up like a tiger, and landed steadily on her back. The hemp rope in her hand was swung around her waist. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the master blacksmith, she carried the big pot on her back and walked out steadily.
It took two adult men to lift a pot. She, a woman, could lift it so easily. The master blacksmith was amazed and amazed.
At this time, an old voice came from the door.
“Master Wang, I wonder if you can make the Iron Sword that I asked you to help forge last night?
Tonight, I have to go to the river in person to slay demons and eliminate demons. I need to make sure that nothing goes wrong... huh? Isn't this the eldest lady of the Baili family? "
Listening to the voice, it turned out to be Huang Laodao. Xu came to the door to get the sword. When he met Shu Ci by chance, his originally pretentious tone suddenly changed, full of surprise.
" To be able to meet the eldest lady here shows what a fate it is. ”
Shu Ci was in a hurry to go home and stew meat. In his hurry, he met the old Taoist priest from yesterday.
Shu Ci is in a good mood, even if this old Taoist is full of teeth. The stench of shit suffocated her delicate fox nose, but she could bear it for a while
But she had a nightmare last night, and her mood at the moment was not just bad. The old Taoist priest stood in front of her like a wall of people. Although he was chatting happily, his words and deeds were full of emotion. Nothing blocked her way.
In addition, the big quarrel with Bai Lian last night was probably because of this person.
Yesterday at noon, Shu Ci seemed to be a kind and nice person, but at this moment, Shu Ci looked quite annoying, with a hint of snarky eyes everywhere.
It really makes the fox very unhappy!
The old Taoist priest didn't know about life and death and didn't notice Shu Ci's sad gaze.
Just looking at her exquisite figure, she was carrying a large iron pot that was very inconsistent with her body shape.
He was very surprised and smiled: "Why did you come here alone so early in the morning? How can you take such a big pot all by yourself?"
The old Taoist priest was surprised and confused. It was heartache, expressed with trembling hands with two skinny hands.
As if she was afraid that the iron pot would crush her graceful and delicate body, her face was full of hypocritical sorrow.
"Your little husband is really cruel. Such a physically tortured body requires a weak little lady like you to do it yourself.
This man in your family is really a coward. You have done all this, so what do you want him to do?
Hurry! Old Taoist, let me help you, Madam..."
He said he was going to help her hold the pot, but those two excited hands that were shaking like chicken feet were pointing towards her. She touched her chest obscenely.
Shu Ci looked coldly. There was a hint of indifference.
She snorted coldly, moved her feet, and the long hammer thrown at her feet was kicked out, and the heavy hammer head hit the old man. Elbow.
The two arms that reached over were hit hard by the powerful whipping, and the backs of their hands hit his face hard with a snap.
The veteran screamed in pain and took two steps back. His elbow suddenly swelled, and his face was also red from the back of his hand.
Shu Ci looked indifferent, as if he was a different person compared to yesterday: "Old guy can't even stand still, why don't you help yourself first?"
The old Taoist priest couldn't believe it. He looked at Shu Ci who had turned his back on him after receiving the gift, and couldn't react for a long time.
It wasn't until the nosebleed flowed into his mouth, and the sweetness irritated his throat, that he became furious: "How dare you!"
Shu Ci lightly raised her eyes and glanced at him: "What dare I do?"
But seeing that her gloomy brows could not relax, she walked slowly from the shadows to the early sun, her charming face There is a bit of stern viciousness on the face, and when the aura is fully activated, it actually presents a breathtaking beauty.
The overwhelming violence and murderous energy accumulated from hundreds of thousands of years of death and killing are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The old Taoist priest felt his heart suffocate. He was shocked by this terrifying aura and obsessed with the increasingly stunning beauty.
For a moment, his momentum and anger were completely suppressed, and he could only murmur in a hopeless tone:
"Madam... why are you... so fierce? The old Taoist gave you a golden hairpin..."
He glanced up secretly, and saw that Shu Ci was dressed very simply today, with long black hair. Her hair was untied and untied, and her hair was as black as thick ink spread on her shoulders. Even though she was not wearing any ornaments, she was still stunningly beautiful.
The old Taoist priest's eyes widened and he murmured again: "What? Don't you like the hairpin I gave you? Why don't you wear it?"
After his reminder, Shu Only then did Ci remember that he had accepted a hairpin from this old guy.
But last night, when the boy was angry, the hairpin was crushed and rounded into a golden pea.
At first Shu Ci put it away, thinking of pinching it in the middle of the night to see if it could be shaped into a hairpin to tie her hair.
But when she went to bed, she was obsessed with eating steamed buns and warming herself by the fire, and in the end she threw the golden peas away.
As a demon, Shu Ci has never had any concept of money. He only thinks that it is just a small thing and it is not a pity to throw it away.
She frowned and said: "That hairpin is in the way. I don't like it, so I threw it away."
The old Taoist priest didn't believe her nonsense. How could there be a woman in the world who doesn't love gold? I threw it away because I thought the gold was in the way.
He saw that she clearly wanted to keep his property for nothing.
Wow! Hurrah!
Accepting 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 turned violent, and he said in a cold voice: "What the lady said is so unreasonable. There is no such thing as freeloading in this world!
Since you have accepted the old Taoist, It’s not that easy!”
Judging from what he said, that hairpin was not given to her?
Are you still asking for reward?
Human behavior is really troublesome, mother-in-law!
If that’s the case, then why don’t you make it clear early in the morning when you give something away?
Shu Ci is a political strategist and even a conspirator.
However, she has rarely been involved in the human world and has no knowledge of human affairs. In addition, she has been fighting for life and death all the time. She is the overlord of the world, and she rarely talks to others about justice and principles.
Not to mention that the hairpin was originally given to her by the old Taoist priest.
In the demon world, as long as she likes something, it doesn’t matter whether the owner wants it or not. As long as she wants it, there is no reason to argue with others about right and wrong.
The strong is the king, and only the weak can reason with others.
She glanced at the old Taoist priest lightly again, and sneered. With this face, she looked particularly sinister and vicious, making the old Taoist priest tremble all over.
Shu Ci was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he walked away with the iron pot on his back.
The old Taoist priest looked at Shu Ci's leaving back with stern eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and said bitterly: "The old Taoist priest really can't swallow this humiliation and evil! I must make you look good!" ”
“Master… ..." A young Taoist priest walked out slowly, glanced at the old Taoist priest hesitantly, and then said: "If master wants to deal with this woman, I have an excuse from her husband."
Old Taoist priest 'Oh? ’ and looked at the little Taoist priest meaningfully.
The little Taoist priest seemed a little afraid of his methods and shrank back, but thinking of the benefits he would get if he could fulfill his master's wish, he couldn't help but flatter him and lean in to talk to him.
The old Taoist priest was surprised and stunned at first, and then smiled sinisterly.
"So, this stinky woman, who is as cunning as a fox, really cannot escape from the clutches of her master. Everything depends on tonight."
(End of Chapter)