When Shu Ci woke up with a start, he found that his hands and legs were tightly suppressed by Bailian, 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.
"Why are you so crazy so early in the morning?"
Meat?
This stupid fox, is he always thinking about that thing in his dreams?
It had been a long time since Shu Ci had been dominated by the emotion of fear.
Mo Yue thought that the scene in her dream was too real and the death of her heart was too tragic. She was crying heartbroken right now.
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.
Balian 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 neither human nor 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.
The dreams of demons and demons are not as taboo as ordinary people, and they can dream of anything.
But in her dream, there was even a demon 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.
In fact, she did not see clearly the face of the man kneeling in front of Huanghai Palace in the dream.
But for some reason, she could always be associated with Balian.
And Demon Lord Aluo seems not to be the current Demon Lord.
Although their eyebrows and eyes 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 feeling of constant panic and irredeemability.
She was clearly the torturer, but it was also her who showed extreme fear and trembling in her eyes.
Moreover, the demon king in the dream obviously possesses the great ability to destroy 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 suffocating meaning of 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... looked like Demon Lord A'luo, but also seemed not 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? !
However, that madwoman has been moody for a year or two. If she had to dig deeper, she might not be able to figure out the reason.
In order to avoid long nights and dreams, it is better to eat this piece of meat in your stomach quickly so that you can feel at ease.
In front of that crazy demon king, even if Jin Xian took action to kill this kid, he didn't look so scary.
Thinking of this, Shu Ci didn't care about boiling 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, and in the cold morning, there were only a few pedestrians on the street corner of the already remote small village, making it extremely quiet.
The master blacksmith recognized Shu Ci and was surprised when he saw her coming to visit her early and asked, "What are you doing up so early, Mrs. Su?"
"I'll get my iron pot."
In order to sleep well after a night of nightmares, Shu Ci's eyes were black and blue, with a somewhat mournful look 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 sweet lady first, he would have thought he had met some dirty naughty ghost this early in the morning.
The master blacksmith laughed unnaturally: "The iron pot has been beaten 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 send it to you. "
Shu Ci looked at him very seriously and said: "Urgent, it's very 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 Shu Ci 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 never took 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 asked strangely: "Madam, you need such a big iron pot to stew meat so early in the morning? It doesn't hurt to give it to you now.
It's just that my lazy apprentice is still asleep. This big iron pot is just for you. You can't take it back alone, can you? or……"
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. Seeing her temper, he couldn't say anything. He frowned and said, "Even so, will you 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, so he said sarcastically:
"This pot was made according to the requirements of the eldest lady. If the eldest lady is not able to take the pot away by herself, don't blame me for not forging your iron pot as required."
Shu Ci was very satisfied when he saw the big pot.
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, but she, a woman, could carry it so easily. The blacksmith was amazed and amazed.
At this time, an old voice came from the door.
"Master Wang, I wonder if you can make the Hundred Iron Sword that I asked you to help forge last night?
Tonight, I will go to the river to slay demons in person, and I need to make sure everything is perfect... huh? Isn't this the eldest lady of the Baili family? "
Hearing the voice, it turned out to be Huang Laodao. Xu came to get the sword and met Shu Ci by chance. The 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 felt better when she was in a good mood. Even if the stench of this old man's mouth full of tooth feces suffocated her delicate fox nose, she could still endure 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, he seemed to be a kind and nice person, but at this moment, Shu Ci looked quite annoying, with a sinister look everywhere.
This really makes the fox very unhappy!
The old Taoist priest was ignorant of life and death and did not 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 said with a smile: "Why did you come here alone so early in the morning? How come you are still taking such a big pot all by yourself?"
The old Taoist priest was surprised and distressed at the same time, and delivered it 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 so cruel, a weak little lady like you is required to do such physically demanding physical work 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 wanted to help her hold the pot, but those two excited hands that were shaking like chicken feet moved toward her chest obscenely.
Shu Ci's eyes were cold, with a hint of insensitivity.
She snorted coldly, moved her feet, and the hammer thrown at her feet was kicked out, and the heavy hammer head hit the old man's 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 old man 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's expression was indifferent, as if he was a different person compared to yesterday: "You old man can't even stand still, why don't you help yourself first?"
The old Taoist priest looked in disbelief at Shu Ci who turned his back on him after receiving the gift. He couldn't react for a long time.
It wasn't until the nosebleed flowed into his mouth, and the fishy-sweet smell 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 slowly walked from the shadows to the early sun. There was a bit of stern viciousness on her charming face, and her aura was full of horror. Such 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... so fierce? The old Taoist gave you the golden hairpin..."
He glanced up furtively, and saw that Shu Ci's attire was extremely simple today, with long black hair that was neither tied nor tied, and black as thick as ink spread on her shoulders. Although she didn't have any accessories, 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 being reminded by him, Shuci remembered that he had accepted a hairpin from this old guy.
But last night, when that 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. In the end, she didn't know where to throw the golden pea.
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 throw it away."
The old Taoist priest didn't believe her nonsense. How could there be a woman in the world who didn't love gold and would throw it away because she thought it was in the way?
He saw that she clearly wanted to keep 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 turned violent, and he said coldly: "What Madam said is so unreasonable, there is no such thing as a freeloader in this world!
Since you have collected the old Taoist's things, this matter will not be resolved so easily? ! "
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 on when you send something?
Shu Ci is a strategist and even a conspirator in political power.
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 her 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 carried the iron pot on his back and walked away.
The old Taoist priest looked at Shu Ci's leaving back with stern eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and said bitterly: "Old Taoist priest really can't swallow this humiliation and evil! I must make you look good!"
"Master..." A young Taoist priest slowly walked out, 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? ' He made a sound 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."
