Chapter 303
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"You and the little mushroom can live here for now, I've already ordered people to clean up the side hall." His eyes were cold, but he clearly said what he wanted to say word for word.
The little mushroom turned its head and jumped twice before taking the Ice Soul Jade from Mo Bai Ci's hand. It hung it around its neck and said with a smile, "Let me borrow the little mushroom for a few days!"
"Ask your big sister cherry blossom." Mo Bai Ci's eyes had a bit of probing as he looked at her and spoke in a soft voice.
Actually, he knew who this person in front of him was.
He was the Destiny Master chosen by the Constellation God every thousand years. What was destiny?
Destiny: Divining fate, knowing the future.
On the day of the Divine Awakening, the Constellation God told him that there was only one person whose fate he couldn't calculate.
That was the calamity that he would only meet once in his life.
There were many kinds of calamities, but the calamity he met was actually — —
Love calamity … …
A hundred years ago, the Blood Demon Hall was in chaos. He didn't care about the world, but before the Word Tide Bay battle, he divined his own calamity.
He came to the Word Tide Bay three days ago and met the person with the highest magic in the Full Spirit World, the Thousand Year Old Cherry Blossom Spirit Luo Qingchen.
In that instant, he knew that he couldn't avoid this calamity.
Or rather — —
He didn't want to hide.
It was a pity that the reason why the love calamity was called love calamity. It was because he was moved, but it was still a calamity.
In the past, she used the ancient sacrificial spell to seal the Demon Monarch and disappeared from the Heaven Falling Continent without a trace.
He knew that she was doomed, so he decided to seal all his emotions and cultivate in the Spirit Void Mountain for a hundred years.
But he never thought that he would meet the love calamity of his life as soon as he came out.
He was certain that this little cherry blossom demon who wasn't even a hundred years old was the Thousand Year Old Cherry Blossom Spirit of the past because — —
Just like a hundred years ago, he couldn't calculate her fate and couldn't see her future … …
"Borrow, borrow, borrow, don't lose it!" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips and said, "I can't pay for it if it's lost, you don't want to turn into mushroom soup, right!"
"You can't turn it into soup!" Little Mushroom gripped the Ice Soul Jade tightly and nodded seriously.
Mo Bai Ci's eyes were faint as he looked at Luo Qingchen and said, "You haven't come to the Void Residence before, so don't run around for a few days. Once I'm done hosting the Spirit Spell Conference, I'll bring you out of here and head to the Spirit Void Mountain."
"Why?" She was slightly confused. She blinked and looked at him. "Why do you want to go to Spirit Void Mountain?"
She really couldn't see through Mo Bai Ci's mind at all. He seemed very cold to everyone and spoke to her in an indifferent tone.
But for some reason, she felt that he had an indescribable feeling of … pampering towards her?
"Tranquility." He took a sip of the white tea and said lightly.
He had lived for more than a thousand years. Although he did not ask about the world or the mundane world, he had lived for many years. But he also knew that where there were people, there would be right and wrong, and where there were right and wrong, there would be danger.
She was now just a small cherry blossom demon with meager spiritual energy. If he kept her by his side at all times, it would definitely lead to discussions of right and wrong.
Although he didn't care, he didn't like other people talking about her and it would lead to unnecessary trouble.
The Spirit Spell Conference was held once every hundred years and every expert in their field had to use all their strength to defeat their opponent. In the end, it would affect the Void Residence's hundred year ranking.
This competition was held once every hundred years, so everyone would use all their strength to increase their ranking.
Luo Qingchen thought that as a small cherry blossom demon, she could only be a spectator like the little mushroom who was afraid of heat.
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