Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

65. To Become Demonic

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

After dinner, all the people went back to their own rooms to have a rest. Because there were so many people coming Wanlei Sect this time, two people had to share a room. Without doubt, Zhuo Hua and his disciple Nan Chen would share the same one.

“Master, please sleep on the bed.” The bed in the room was big, while Nan Chen still couldn’t stand lying in the same bed with Zhuo Hua even in his imagination.

“You can also take part of the bed.” Zhuo Hua thought that Nan Chen was afraid of overstepping the etiquette. Saying this, Zhuo Hua slept on the inner side of the bed.

Having heard what Zhuo Hua had said, Nan Chen had to stop talking.

Lying in bed, Nan Chen somehow felt that his heart beat faster than normal and even had a feeling of unexplainable… joy.

The two people tacitly kept a distance away from each other on the bed. Zhuo Hua fell asleep because of the fatigue caused by the hole in his Sense Ocean and the serpent venom.

Nan Chen lay on the bed and kept still. He couldn’t tell whether Zhuo Hua had fallen asleep or not. If he used the Psychedelic Spell without ensuring Zhuo Hua was asleep, his Master would probably find that he was practicing the demonic power.

Time passed by and Nan Chen was still awake. He couldn’t sleep. Nan Chen recalled his last life, when Zhuo Hua had always made fun of him while he had held gratitude towards his dear Master. Nan Chen had regarded Zhuo Hua as an senior of his family, his only relative at that time.

‘But why?’

Nan Chen turned his head and looked at Zhuo Hua.

‘Why do I feel that this Zhuo Hua is different from the previous Zhuo Hua?’ Zhuo Hua in front him now seemed to really care about him. Although he looked detachecd most of the time, he would always be his side when Nan Chen was in danger.

And Nan Chen was already eighteen years old, but it seemed that Zhuo Hua didn’t want to do that thing with him.

‘Is Zhuo Hua really different from that of last life?’

Suddenly, the scene of his rebirth popped up in Nan Chen’s mind. He saw this man standing in the yard of his home, with his clothes covered with blood. Zhuo Hua’s eyes were atrocious. Having been killed, Nan Chen’s parents were lying in a pool of blood.

‘No, it’s not different. Zhuo Hua was still the same person and he will never change.’

Nan Chen sneered. ‘What a naïve fool I am!’

‘Why, why, why do people keep being mean to me? Zhuo Hua is like this, Lin Tian is the same. When I’m about to believe others, they will easily betray me. Is everyone the same?’

In the heart of Nan Chen, emotions fluctuated as if the great swell occurred on the ocean, and his eyes were gradually filled with red.

Feeling a burst of strong evil Qi around him, Zhuo Hua woke up with a start.

The sword Forget All quivered on the table, making a sound that was audible to Zhuo Hua.

‘Nan Chen!’

Zhuo Hua looked at his side, but Nan Chen wasn’t in the room.

‘Something happened to Nan Chen.’

Fortunately, Nan Chen had a bond with Forget All, so Zhuo Hua grabbed the sword on the table and walked to the direction indicated by it.

With Forget All’s guidance, Zhuo Hua went out of the inn and came to a dense forest. It was full of fog, but Zhuo Hua still could have a clear view of the forest.

Forgte All stopped hissing when he got to a certain place. Zhuo Hua looked around but found nothing strange.

Suddenly there was the evi Qil behind him and Zhuo Hua immediately turned around.

To his surprise, he found Nan Chen standing behind him, with a pair of bloody eyes staring at him. Zhuo Hua could feel the evil        Qi from Nan Chen. Apparently something went wrong with Nan Chen.