Quick wear to greet His Royal Highness the Demon King

Chapter 392 Gods and Buddhas Can’t Cross, Hell Has No Return 7,

Mu Zhi, who has lived for an unknown number of years, was taught a lesson for the first time by a little rabbit demon who had only cultivated for decades, and his mood was a little delicate.

But there is no disgust, after all, the white rabbit has good intentions.

It's just... well, is it right to use Caibuluo like this?Mu Zhi, who had never been to school, was a little at a loss.

Cough, thinking too far, the key now is, A-Lan is nearby, how should she meet A-Lan?How should I get to know him?

Mu Zhi is not in the mood to pet rabbits now.

"Xiaobai, my sister has something to do later, why don't you go home and find your mother first?"

"Okay." The white rabbit was a little unhappy, but it knew that it could not disturb Mu Zhi's private affairs, so it reluctantly bid farewell to Mu Zhi.

[Little Xingchen, where is Ah Lan now? 】

[In the forest on the top of the cliff. 】

The Star also called out the 3D map very intimately.

Muzhi: [Uh...]

Well, the straight line is pretty close, but...

This cliff is too high, not because the wooden branches cannot fly up, but because the vertical distance is too high, beyond the range that the wooden branches can move.

[Master, don't worry, there is a soul contract between you, and if there is no accident, Wugui will come to you on his own initiative. 】

In addition to the soul contract, there is also a destined marriage between the two, double-layer traction, and they will definitely meet.

In the first world, there was no soul contract between the two, and Muzhi and Ruonatang were separated by hundreds of thousands of miles. Didn't they still meet under the traction of fate?

Therefore, the Xingchen did not panic at all.

But Muzhi didn't take Xingchen's words to heart, and only thought that Xingchen was there to comfort her, completely forgetting that one of the basic functions of the soul contract is to lead the two parties to meet each other.

Here, the selfless self-important came to this mountain forest and felt an inexplicable traction more and more clearly.

Relying on his heart, he moved forward all the way, and finally came to the edge of a cliff.

This cliff is extremely high, and there are clouds and mist shrouding it below. Wugui can't see what's underground, but he knows that the source that draws him all the way is at the bottom of this cliff.

Wugui probed a ray of divine consciousness down the cliff, and was shocked to find a powerful aura.

Late distraction.

But looking at the breath, it has the same strength as the initial stage of integration.

Since when are there tall people in this wilderness?

There was no doubt, but he didn't think about monsters or anything.Because that breath is extremely clean, it cannot be a monster.

"Forget it, it's all here, it's not justified if you don't go and have a look."

Wugui jumped up, the wind made his robe flutter, from above, it looked like a big bird descended from the sky.

Wugui looked indifferent, and channeled his mana to make the speed of the descent even and slow.

Wugui quickly passed through the lingering clouds and mist, and the scenery under the cliff suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Wugui's pupils suddenly shrank.

At the bottom of the cliff in between, a huge viburnum tree that cannot be hugged by two people grows there, with lush branches and leaves, clusters of pure white flowers bloom, quietly revealing the fragrance.

However, it was not the flourishing viburnum that made people lose their minds, but the girl in white sitting on the tree.

The young girl has a beautiful face, her hair is tied with a snow-white silk ribbon, and there is a viburnum flower on her temple.The girl is dressed in white and dances with the wind. In the eyes of the young monk, a snow-white lotus blooms.

It's obviously an extremely pure color, but at this moment, it's a bit extravagant.

Even if you have killed countless people, you can still feel calm if you have no return.

However, at this moment, a gust of wind came in my heart, and the white lotus swayed gently, causing ripples.

(End of this chapter)