HLnovel Chapter 298 Being a Demon Lord is Hard (17)
Chapter 298 Being a Demon Lord is Hard (17)
Someone wrote a few words in his palm.
Wen Mulin was taken aback for a moment, but quickly calmed down.
"Since it's not safe here, I'll head back now."
As he spoke, he pointed to the top of his head, "I need to wash up."
Yue Huaqian thought he was angry about what had just happened, and said awkwardly, "Do you want me to help you?"
"No need."
After saying that, Wen Mulin seemed unable to bear it any longer and strode out the door.
Yue Huaqian gave him a deep look, then turned to his subordinates and said, "Continue searching, don't miss any place."
Having just wasted a lot of time, and with his skill duration about to run out, Chu Yizhi had no choice but to urge Wen Mulin to speed up.
Wen Mulin couldn't see him. In his confusion, he felt his hand being grabbed. He wanted to shake it off, but after a pause, he didn't move.
He walked very fast, and fortunately, with this look, no one thought there was anything wrong with it; they just assumed he was ashamed to be seen.
Such things happen frequently in the Yuelu Sect. Not to mention the junior disciples who are just learning alchemy, even alchemy masters will fail to refine pills to some extent.
Although it was the first time everyone had seen Wen Mulin like this, they were no longer surprised.
Wen Mulin's residence is a rather elegant little courtyard, with a sophisticated layout and a considerable space.
He was used to being alone, and there was no one else in the courtyard.
But Wen Mulin didn't dare to let his guard down. He held Chu Yizhi's hand and led him into the house. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Chu Yizhi appear in front of him.
He looked at Chu Yizhi several times, then wiped his face. "What exactly happened just now?"
Actually, nothing much happened; it was just that a vulnerability in the system was exploited.
After opening up his Ren and Du meridians in the cultivation world, Chu Yizhi's five senses became extremely sharp. Sensing that something was wrong, he didn't have time to explain to Wen Mulin and simply used a random prop on him.
The prop he used was that crystal scepter.
He had left this item gathering dust since he acquired it, but today he tried using it tentatively and never expected it to bring such an unexpected result.
For some unknown reason, Chu Yizhi burst out laughing.
Wen Mulin's face darkened as expected.
It was all because of Chu Yi.
He glared at Chu Yizhi and said, "I'm going to wash up first. Don't move around."
Upon hearing the alarm, Wangcai, who had been urgently logged in, hid in the system space, seething with anger but unable to utter a sound.
Advanced users exploit system loopholes, but the ones who should be punished are not the users themselves.
It's the system.
Wangcai stared at the astronomical fine, on the verge of tears.
"Host……"
It's not even in the mood to eat sunflower seeds anymore.
Chu Yizhi, however, remained unfazed, saying, "Oh, my Busy Person System is online."
“Master Host…” Wangcai rubbed against his face like an obedient cat, “Can you please not use props and skills next time?”
Chu Yizhi squeezed it with obvious pleasure, but his words were exceptionally cruel: "No good."
Wangcai: "..."
"Host, you can't do this," it couldn't bear to look at the points being deducted from its account, "We've been partners for so long after all..."
"Hmm." Chu Yizhi nodded. "You're becoming more and more like me."
Wangcai was stunned for a moment, then flew up excitedly and shyly, "Really?"
Chu Yizhi: "Getting more and more stingy."
Wangcai: "..."
But it realized with horror that it seemed to be true.
On the contrary, Chu Yizhi himself seemed much more generous than before.
Wangcai asked curiously, "Host, what changed you?"
Chu Yizhi smiled gently, "Love."
Wangcai: "..."
It doesn't quite believe it.
Chu Yizhi was certainly not kind enough to offer an explanation to Wangcai. He narrowed his eyes, his expression seemingly meaningful.
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Wen Mulin washed for a long time, but the blackness on his face seemed to be ingrained in his skin, and no matter how much he scrubbed, it didn't change.
He was both anxious and angry, and was about to go back and question Chu Yizhi when, for some reason, all the marks on his face disappeared.
My hair has returned to its original state.
Wen Mulin then went back, but when he entered, he found that the person who had said he would wait for him was already fast asleep.
Chu Yizhi was not sleeping soundly, his brows were tightly furrowed, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. Wen Mulin approached silently, stared at him for a moment, and was about to leave when he felt a tug on his clothes as he turned his head.
Chu Yizhi gripped his clothes tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably, "Cold..."
Chu Yizhi seemed to be trapped in some kind of nightmare, his face so pale he looked like a ghost.
Wen Mulin frowned and gently touched Chu Yizhi's forehead.
He was even more startled by the touch.
Chu Yizhi was terribly cold.
Although he was clearly dressed and covered with a thick quilt, he seemed as if he had been frozen for a long time in the dead of winter, with even his eyelashes covered in frost.
Wen Mulin remembered that he practiced the Ice Lotus Divine Skill and had personally witnessed him use it.
But in his memory, Chu Shangyin was always drawn to anything cold.
Wen Mulin knew about the cave behind Yuehuan Sect. He shivered from the cold as soon as he entered the place, but Chu Shangyin seemed unaffected and could even sleep barefoot on the ice.
Could it be that the poison in his body has become more severe?
Thinking of this, Wen Mulin quickly pulled Chu Yizhi out and roughly took his pulse.
His brow furrowed even deeper.
In just a few days, Chu Yizhi's body had been ingested by more than a dozen kinds of poisons, some of which he had never even seen before.
What exactly happened?
Just as he thought of this, Wen Mulin felt a heavy weight on his hand as Chu Yizhi pulled him back.
Because Wen Mulin was thinking and not on guard, he was suddenly pulled by Chu Yizhi and stumbled, falling onto Chu Yizhi.
Before he could react, Chu Yizhi's limbs had already gripped him tightly like an octopus.
He buried his head in his chest, close to Wen Mulin's heart.
Wen Mulin's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected event, and his blood seemed to boil as if it had been ignited.
Wen Mulin froze for a second, his face burning uncontrollably. He quickly pushed Chu Yizhi away and hurriedly tried to jump off the bed.
"Cold...so cold..."
Chu Yizhi, who had been pushed away, curled up into a ball. His face, which had just become slightly flushed from being close to him, lost its color again. His whole body seemed to be gradually frozen, and even his breathing began to weaken.
Wen Mulin was completely taken aback by this situation. He paused, his body freezing in place as he was about to leave. "Chu Shangyin?"
In such a short time, Chu Yizhi, who was just saying he was cold, has now fallen silent.
Wen Mulin's heart tightened uncontrollably. He quickly took off his shoes and gently patted Chu Yizhi's face.
His patting seemed to have some effect, as Chu Yizhi rubbed his face against his palm.
Wen Mulin hesitated for a second, then immediately pulled him into her arms.
The person in my arms was not only warm, but also incredibly light. He had lost a lot of weight recently, and his once perfectly proportioned figure now seemed to be nothing but a skeleton, so thin that it was uncomfortable to hold.