After the body double failed, he became a fan of the world of comprehension

Chapter 152 She is an Evil Spirit
As soon as Qiao Wan was mentioned, Xie Muchen's demonic aura dissipated a little, and his eyes were fixed on him for a long while.

After a long time, when Jiang Haochuan thought that Xie Muchen would ignore him, the latter moved and walked towards the lobby.

Passing by Qin Song and the others, Xie Muchen could clearly feel their bodies trembling.

Jiang Haochuan looked at his back, lost his mind for a moment, and after realizing it, followed him into the sect hall.

"Speak." Xie Muchen stood in the middle of the lobby, his robe was stained with blood, and a pair of eyes like golden amber fell on him, "You'd better tell me something that interests me, maybe it can save you from death. "

Jiang Haochuan paused, his gaze passed Xie Muchen's handsome face, and fell on his blood-dripping long claws.

"Do you know...the Qiao Wan you admire is not herself?"

Xie Muchen narrowed his eyes, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Haochuan, not answering his fault.

"Someone once told me that Qiao Wan's temperament has changed drastically because of the entry of evil spirits, not herself." Jiang Haochuan lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly, "I want to save her, so I..."

"You want to save her?"

Xie Muchen thought it was funny, and interrupted him, "Because of a few unnecessary words from others, you have the idea of ​​hurting Qiao Wan."

"Don't use Qiao Wan as a shield anymore, you just want her to become a follower who only revolves around you again!"

"Whether you made this move for Qiao Wan or yourself, you know exactly."

Jiang Haochuan was so ashamed by his words, he subconsciously took a few steps back, a guilty conscience flashed across his eyes, "But...but haven't you ever doubted Qiao Wan? She is obviously so wrong..."

"Why should I doubt her?" Xie Muchen sneered, letting his body lean against the white jade pillar on one side, his voice was cold, "I clearly understand who I really like."

"If she is really an evil spirit, then what I like is this evil spirit."

When Xie Muchen said these words, his eyes were clear and he did not flinch in the slightest. No one would doubt the authenticity of what he said.

There was a roar in Jiang Haochuan's ears, and he stood there with a stupid expression, staring blankly at Xie Muchen in front of him.

At this moment, he knew exactly where he had lost.

Seeing his appearance, Xie Muchen curled the corners of his mouth in disdain, and said in a low voice, "Whether it's Qiao Wan or Yun Miaomiao who is beside you, you can't grasp it."

"Selfish, hypocritical, you only love yourself."

"You, Jiang Haochuan, are nothing but scum."

"How can a scum deserve her love?"

It was self-evident who she was referring to.

"However," Xie Muchen rubbed his fingertips with a calm expression, "I thank you for telling me about this."

Xie Muchen took a step and walked past Jiang Haochuan calmly.

Just when Jiang Haochuan thought he was safe, an extremely powerful demonic aura struck from behind, flipping him up, and smashing him heavily towards the incense stand.

"Unfortunately, it's not enough for me to forgive you."
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Ever since Qiao Wan was injured, the rotten cabbage and rotten eggs at the foot of Wangyuezong Mountain had long since ceased to exist, and instead had been replaced by several unnamed flowers.

Xie Muchen walked on the street in a daze, ignoring the pointing and pointing of the people around him, and a pair of cat ears drooped feebly.

My mind... was blank.

If Qiao Qiao is really an evil spirit as Jiang Haochuan said, will she leave him forever?
The air pressure around Xie Muchen was even lower, and he was shrouded in shadow.

"Brother...Brother..."

A tender and clear voice sounded from the front, Xie Muchen paused, raised his handsome face like a puppet, and his eyes fell on the little girl in front of him.

The little girl was dressed in linen and had a healthy wheat-colored face. When facing him, she trembled unbelievably, but she still stubbornly grabbed the flowers in her hand.

Xie Muchen's eyes fell on the half-wilted flower, and his eyes that hadn't blinked for a long time suddenly blinked.

"Brother, this is the little daisy that Xiaotao picked on the mountain when she followed her mother to the Bodhi Temple to pray for sister Qiao Wan. Can brother help Xiaotao put the daisy beside her?"

The little girl looked very reserved, too timid to step forward.

The voice came to Xie Muchen's ears intermittently, finally regaining his clarity.

"Bo... Ti Temple?" Xie Muchen's long eyelashes trembled, and a trace of confusion flashed across his golden eyes, "Where is that place?"

"It's a very spiritual temple." Explained to the woman beside Xiaotao, seeing Xie Muchen's gaze, inexplicably felt a little distressed.

"Right now, there are many people who are concerned about Miss Xiao Qiao, looking forward to waking up sooner. I saw her appearance, not much older than my eldest daughter, and felt pity for her. I took Xiao Tao to the Bodhi Temple on my own initiative."

"Very clever..." Xie Muchen blinked his sour eyes, and after a while, a voice sounded, with a flat tone, "Where is this temple?"

The woman pointed her hand casually and said in a low voice, "Walk east along the main street of Pingcheng until you reach an earthen kiln, and you will be on the way to Bodhi Mountain."

"Thank you." Xie Muchen bowed to the woman, then turned and left.

As soon as he took two steps, Xie Muchen paused, turned around and took the daisy from Xiaotao's hand.

The little girl shrank, and stared blankly at the big brother in front of her.

Xie Muchen bent his lips and smiled, with a handsome face, shook the little flower in his hand, and said softly, "I accept the flower, and it will be delivered safely for Xiaotao."

When Xiaotao heard this, a big smile spread across her face, and she nodded heavily.

Looking at that appearance, I am really happy.

Xie Muchen suppressed the soreness in his heart, raised the corners of his lips, bid farewell to the woman again, and turned to go east.

In order to be sincere, Xie Muchen didn't even use a sword. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the clay kiln that the woman talked about.

Next to the cave dwelling that has been abandoned for a long time, there is a narrow mountain road, and there is a drunk old man sitting on one side, whose face cannot be seen clearly.

Xie Muchen put the little daisy into the storage ring like a treasure, and just as he lifted his foot, he heard a murmur from one side.

"Bodhi Bodhi is very miraculous. The direction of the heart needs to be guided by the gods."

The old man was lying on the stone, his mouth was plausible, and what he said was transmitted to Xie Muchen's ears verbatim.

Need to attract gods...how to do so?
Xie Muchen couldn't figure it out, so he walked up to the old man with a humble look, "Old man, what you just said..."

"Go, go, don't be an eyesore here!" The old man waved his hands drunkenly, with an impatient expression on his face, "Don't hinder the old man from drinking!"

Xie Muchen was interrupted by the old man, he was at a loss for a while, and froze in place.

Looking at the drunk old man, Xie Muchen's face turned cold, but he didn't say anything more, and went back to the foot of the mountain on his own.

As long as you are sincere, you can...

(End of this chapter)