Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 66 Master and Slave

The room fell silent for a moment.

Seeing that she was staring at him, Luo Qingfeng couldn't help but say, "Didn't Senior Bai say that if you're not going to kneel, don't just stand there and sit down?"

Bai Ruofei's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Fearing she would get angry, Luo Qingfeng quickly changed the subject, looking at the writing on the table and saying, "Are we going to guess what's missing tonight?"

He wrote a lot during the day, but most of it was only half-finished.

For the remaining half, we can only guess.

Bai Ruofei's gaze fell on the writing on the table. After a moment of silence, she said, "Write it down according to your own thoughts first, and then I will check it."

Luo Qingfeng hesitated, "The content should all be about the demon race. I know nothing about the demon race, so it's hard for me to guess."

Bai Ruofei turned to look at him: "Completely ignorant, yet you know the demon race's techniques that disappeared thousands of years ago? And you even recognize the demon race's writing system?"

Luo Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat. A cultivation technique that had disappeared for thousands of years?

He couldn't help but ask, "Senior Bai, how did you come to know about that cultivation technique? What exactly is the relationship between the demon race and our human race?"

He then explained, "I was injured before, and I've forgotten many of my memories."

Bai Ruofei stared at him for a while longer, then said, "How I know about that cultivation technique is none of your business. As for the relationship between the demon race and our human race, you really don't know?"

Luo Qingfeng said earnestly, "Please tell me, Senior Bai."

Bai Ruofei looked at the tattered diary of a great demon on the table, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "It's just a relationship between master and slave."

Luo Qingfeng asked, "Who is the master, and who is the slave?"

Although he already had the answer in his heart after writing this tattered diary, he still couldn't believe it.

How could humans, who are supposed to be dignified, become slaves of the demon race?

Bai Ruofei snorted coldly and said, "You've got some nerve, daring to ask who's the master and who's the slave. If the demon race heard this, ten lives wouldn't be enough for you to die."

Luo Qingfeng asked curiously, "Does Senior Bai know where the members of the demon race live?"

Bai Ruofei turned to look at him and said, "Haven't you seen it before?"

Luo Qingfeng was taken aback upon hearing this, then his heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Senior Bai, you...you are...?"

Bai Ruofei's eyes flickered with emotion, but her pretty face remained cold as she said, "I'm not. The girl who was reading here and teasing you that day is."

Luo Qingfeng asked in surprise, "Her?"

Bai Ruofei unfolded the Xuan paper on the table, bowed slightly, and said, "Whether it's the Demon Suppression Academy, Wangxing City, or even the Great Yan Dynasty, the real power is held by the demon race. You'd better not mention the demon race outside in the future, or someone might overhear you and drag you to work in the mines, or capture you and make you a slave to some powerful demon. Then you won't be able to kneel down just because you don't want to."

Luo Qingfeng's heart sank.

He thought that once he entered the Demon Suppression Academy and gained an official identity, he could cultivate and exorcise demons in peace. Little did he know that he was just a slave controlled by the demon race.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask, "Senior Bai, then why don't we humans... why don't we resist?"

Bai Ruofei looked at him as if he were a fool: "Resist? Humans are utterly vulnerable before the demon race. What can we possibly use to resist? If it weren't for the demon race providing us with cultivation resources and protection, we humans would have been wiped out long ago. Back then, the human world was infiltrated by demonic thoughts, everyone was a demon, and we were on the verge of extinction. It was they who turned the tide and preserved millions of lives for us. Without the demon race, there would be no us. How do you intend to resist?"

Luo Qingfeng was speechless.

He suddenly asked again, "Can members of the demon race become demons?"

Bai Ruofei said, "Their physiques are stronger, and most demonic thoughts cannot parasitize them, unless they are very powerful demons."

Before Luo Qingfeng could ask any more questions, Bai Ruofei said, "It's getting late, you should help me write something."

Luo Qingfeng had many questions in his mind, but he had to suppress them for the time being.

He looked at the notes he had made on the table.

The first and second images both contain content that is missing.

By the time he saw the third one, he seemed to have some ideas.

"Senior Bai, grind the ink."

He picked up the brush and placed the Xuan paper in front of him.

Bai Ruofei looked at him coldly.

Luo Qingfeng turned and met her gaze, put down his pen, and said, "Then I'll grind the ink, and Senior Bai can write."

As he spoke, he went to get the inkstone and ink stick.

Bai Ruofei reached out and took the tea in front of her, then gave him a cold look before pouring the tea and starting to work on it.

Luo Qingfeng looked at the words on the paper, pondered for a long time, and then picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

However, most of the content is neither coherent nor conjectured.

"This journey should involve passing through Bull City to visit a friend..."

As Bai Ruofei ground the ink, she watched intently, occasionally extending her slender fingers to help him guess and correct his guesses. When she was engrossed in her work, her body was almost pressed against his, and her face was sometimes almost touching his face.

Smelling the woman's delicate fragrance and feeling the warmth of her breath, Luo Qingfeng couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and he made several mistakes in writing.

Bai Ruofei frowned and looked at him, saying, "What are you doing? Are you sleepy?"

Luo Qingfeng quickly replied, "I'm sleepy, Senior Bai. Shall we continue tomorrow?"

Bai Ruofei turned another page and said, "Finish this one first."

Luo Qingfeng had no choice but to sit up straight, concentrate on the text above, and unconsciously read it aloud.

"The following evening, on the Red Lotus Lake in Liucheng, I encountered a human woman, whose skin..."

Bai Ruofei, standing beside him, was immediately startled, forgetting to grind the ink, her eyes fixed on the words on the paper.

Luo Qingfeng wrote: "Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as paintings, and her figure as graceful as a painting..."

He glanced at the following text and continued, "The singing was clear, melodious, and captivating..."

The following text has been translated: "I fell in love at first sight and went up to strike up a conversation. She was shy and gentle, with a beautiful voice, and her name was Bai..."

The text that follows is broken.

"After 'white' should be the woman's name."

Luo Qingfeng was guessing when suddenly a thought struck him: "Bai..."

He turned his head and looked at the woman beside him.

Bai Ruofei was in a daze, her lips trembling slightly, her eyes fixed on the words on the paper.

Luo Qingfeng thought to himself: No way?

It was quiet for a long time.

Bai Ruofei had just calmed down, but her expression was still somewhat dazed. She murmured softly, "It's my mother."

Luo Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat.

Considering how much she valued this book, her demeanor upon seeing it again, and her anger when he translated the diary entry about the demon sleeping with a woman yesterday, he suddenly understood something.

"Senior Bai, then...you are...?"

If the owner of this diary is her father, then she is actually a demon.

But she just denied it.

"Go down."

Bai Ruofei's expression returned to its usual coldness, and all her emotions were suppressed.

Luo Qingfeng glanced at her again, but didn't dare to say anything more, and got up to leave.

Back in his room, he pondered for a while before sitting cross-legged by the window and beginning his cultivation.

Judging from the current situation, cultivation is even more urgent.

He didn't want to be a slave to be enslaved and slaughtered by demons, nor did he want to live in constant fear, living as if he could be crushed at any moment.

So the only thing we can do is become stronger.

Stellar energy flowed through his body, and wisps of stellar power began to slowly enter his body from above.

In the sea of ​​Fu, five stars twinkled incessantly.

It was the fifth watch of the night.

He went to bed and slept for only two hours before waking up, but he felt exceptionally energetic.

With a thought, he looked at the data in his mind.

[Process: Thirty-Five]

[Creation Heaven Fifth Star Realm, Progress: Fifty]

The first row of data remained almost unchanged.

Only by slaying the demon can its progress be accelerated.

Outside the window, the weather was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

Luo Qingfeng left the library and, following the map in his mind, arrived at the place where the missions were posted.

Four or five people were standing in front of the taskbar, looking at it and discussing it.

The tasks posted here are all relatively simple, and the rewards aren't that great.

Many of the more difficult and rewarding tasks may be snatched up by other teams before they are even posted.

He hasn't been assigned to a team yet, so he definitely can't take on missions alone.

After watching for a while, he left, preparing to go to the South Courtyard to find Nightingale.

Hopefully, Nightingale's matter has been settled, then we can come directly to the North Campus and team up to do missions together.

With that in mind, he soon arrived at Biyue Lake.

Just as I stepped onto the stone bridge, I suddenly saw a tall, familiar figure striding quickly from the south courtyard with long legs and a swaying ponytail, and then onto the stone bridge.

When she looked up, her eyes met his.

Luo Qingfeng quickly went over.

The two met in the middle of the stone bridge, and against the backdrop of the beautiful scenery in the lake, it created a romantic atmosphere reminiscent of lovers meeting.

(End of this chapter)