What to do if you think the devil is cute

After Guisha came out of Tingxiang Restaurant, he walked quietly.

He didn't say a word, just bought a horse, lifted Liu Kuang up, and then went up himself, and hurried to Ciming Mountain.

He felt he couldn't bear it any longer.

——Liu Kuang looks like this.

Liu Kuang said that he has no lover.

Liu Kuang said that he wanted to find a girl.

Liu Kuang said that his liking for him is a kind of cheap stalking that can make him have nightmares.

These words kept echoing in Guisha's ears.

He found it difficult to breathe.

For two days and one night, Guisha and Liu Kuang didn't say a word.

They didn't stop, they didn't sleep, they didn't eat, they didn't drink water.

When they arrived at Ciming Mountain, they had just stopped when the horse fell to the ground, not knowing whether it was dead or fainted.

And Liu Kuang also fell to the ground like the horse.

Guisha looked at Liu Kuang's face for the first time in two days, it was pale and black.

Guisha froze for a moment, reached out to touch Liu Kuang's face, but saw the blood-stained clothes on his thighs.

Gui Sha frowned, and took off Liu Kuang's clothes, his brows suddenly tightened.

Liu Kuang's thigh was worn out by the saddle, and it was already bloody and bloody. The dried blood had glued the wound and his underwear together, and it looked... very painful.

Guisha's fingers trembled.

Liu Kuang has never been a person who can hold back pain. He would mumble that his hand hurts, his hands were red and so on even if he was in handcuffs. However, he was injured so badly this time that he passed out from the pain without saying a word.

Guisha felt his heart ache again.

He fed Liu Kuang some water, treated his wound, and fed him a few pills.

Finally, Guisha picked up Liu Kuang and walked up to Ciming Mountain step by step.

Ciming Mountain was a strange mountain. Before he heard the name of this mountain in his dream, he had never heard of this mountain. However, when he dispatched the ghost disciples later, he found this mountain easily.

Moreover, since early this morning, he has not seen any passers-by along the way except passing through a quiet village.

Not only that, this Nuo Da mountain, but did not hear a bird call, a insect call, it seems that even the wind has stopped.

Quietly eerie.

Originally it was just a simple mountain, nothing special, but at the halfway up the mountain, Guisha suddenly saw a house with red tiles.

A large unknown blue flower was planted outside the house, and beside the flower field, an old man with white hair and white beard was sitting on a rocking chair, squinting his eyes and basking in the sun.

Seeing Gui Sha, the old man fanned the fan in his hand and said with a smile, "You are here."

"Hmm." Gui Sha said lightly.

"Let's put down the person in your hand first." The old man pointed to Liu Kuang.

A reclining chair suddenly appeared beside Guisha.

Guisha hesitated for a moment, and carefully put Liu Kuang on the recliner.

"Aren't you afraid that I'm a monster?" The old man was still smiling.

"You are a god." Guisha said calmly.

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"I've seen a fairy, and I feel like you."

"Oh? What kind of likeness?"

The ghost lowered his eyes:

"I think I can save the world, punish the world, and fool the world."

The old man laughed twice, stroked his beard and asked, "Then do you think you are the same?"

Guisha frowned: "What do you mean?"

The old man smiled meaningfully, turned to look at Liu Kuang and said, "What do you want me to do to this man?"

Guisha looked at Liu Kuang, and said, "Recover his memory, can it be done?"

The old man smiled and said, "Of course."

Guisha paused, then reached out to stroke Liu Kuang's hair, and then took it back.

He looked at the immortal old man with a cold tone.

"What conditions?"

The old man was a little surprised, and then he laughed and said, "I'm a god, why do you think that I would make such a condition like you, a mortal?"

Gui Sha said: "I don't think a god can be idle enough to walk into a mortal's dream and take the initiative to help mortals."

The old man seemed to find it interesting: "Isn't that what you all say in the world?"

"That's the script," Guisha suddenly thought of Chuzheng, with a sarcastic look on his face, "How can it be possible that all gods are magnanimous and kind?"

The old man smiled again, and said slowly: "That's right, you are a bad doctor, so you naturally understand that everything requires a price. Then I won't go around, I just want a drop of blood from your fingertips."

Guisha frowned: "What do you want this for?"

"You don't need to know this, I just want your answer."

Guisha was silent for a while, glanced at Liu Kuang, who was still pale, and said, "Okay."

The old man took out what looked like an inkstone made of black jade, with strange characters on it.

"Drop the blood here."

Ever since entering this mountain, the trash can, who had been on guard all over, was shocked when he saw that thing! !

"Don't listen to him!! Don't bleed—"

But Guisha couldn't hear his words at all, and Liu Kuang, who could hear him, fell into a coma.

The old man in white clothes seemed to glance at the trash can lightly. He was holding the thing, still smiling.

Guisha took out the silver needle.

The trash can yelled: "Liu Kuang, Liu Kuang!! Wake up!!! Guisha—don't drop—that's the Blood Deed Stone!!"

However, he still watched helplessly as the silver needle pierced his fingertips, and then, a smear of dark red blood dripped on the inkstone and seeped into it.

Disappeared.

Then, the unfamiliar characters above seemed to be more obvious.

The trash can read out blankly.

After Guisha finished dripping the blood deed stone.Suddenly, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old book boy appeared from the wooden house.

Under the gesture of the old fairy, he stretched out his hand and drew a circle around Liu Kuang, and Liu Kuang floated up.

Following the little book boy, he floated into the wooden house.

Guisha frowned, and was about to follow, but was stopped by the old god.

The trash can followed Liu Kuang in.

After entering the cabin, Liu Kuang landed lightly on a bed inside, and the bookboy turned and closed the door.

"Cup, long time no see." The book boy said to the trash can.

Trash can frowned: "You know me?"

The bookboy smiled and showed two small canine teeth, looking very cute and cute: "It seems that you forgot, we were a pair of glass cups at that time, and they both had the magic of "the water is not half full, and it is self-sustaining and full". It's just that you were rewarded to the little highness, but I was put on hold because of some flaws."

Taking a closer look at the trash can, I found that the book boy had only one hand.

The book boy glanced at Liu Kuang who was on the bed, and said with a smile: "You should be better than me for this simple recovery, but when the little Highness went down, you gave the little Highness some spiritual power, little Your Highness is just an ordinary mortal now, and you are like a waste."

The trash can was stunned: "What did you say?"

"Otherwise, you think that your little Highness was cut across the face by knives countless times when he was a child, but he recovered the next day. Is it really because his mother fed him those insect medicines?"

Gui Sha is really His Highness!

Just now when he saw Hui Guisha drop the blood deed stone, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

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The trash can can't be put in the channel: "The matter of His Royal Highness's descending to earth...I...why don't I have any impression?"

A trace of sneer flashed across the little book boy's face: "Do you need a small glass cup to know about the affairs of the gods? Of course the people above will handle it properly, and those who shouldn't know about this matter will naturally not know."

The trash can suddenly calmed down, and it suddenly realized that some things were far more complicated than it imagined. It was silent for a while, recalling the scene just now, and asked, "Why do you want to make a blood contract for the little highness?"

"You don't need to ask any more questions." The book boy approached the trash can slowly, his face darkening: "You must not say a word to Liu Kuang about your Highness."

"Why should I listen to you?"

The book boy said: "Just because Liu Kuang is just a mortal. He can't change anything."

The book boy paused, and continued: "His fate is very good, and it shouldn't be a problem to live to be 80 years old."

"What about the little Highness? What is the fate of the little Highness?"

The air was silent for a long time.

The trash can saw the book boy frowning, and said a little depressed:

"It was already marked in the fortune-telling book, but because of Liu Kuang who was randomly stuffed in, no one knows now."

【Chengde Inn】

When Liu Kuang woke up, Guisha didn't know where he went. In the empty inn, a familiar but unfamiliar iron chain locked his wrist with the railing in front of the bed.

Liu Kuang picked up the iron chain and looked at it, then suddenly said to the trash can.

"This iron chain is far worse than the original gold one."