The Demon Lord Is Fleeing For His Life Again Today

    “I don’t know about that.” Li Wei mumbled, “I was not yet born fifty years ago.”

        Lou Muge suffered a momentary shortage of breath.
He popped up without warning, scaring Li Wei into shivers.

        “Father…” Li Xiaolan hid by the door frame, timidly staring at Lou Muge.

        Seeing how terrified the little girl was, Lou Muge took a breath, pressed down the pressure from his spleen and stroked the clues in his head.

        Fifty years ago, Shan’an villagers made a delusional attempt to kill a dragon, but instead angered the lying dragon and attracted storms and floods as punishment.
The Water Goddess saved the people of Shan’an, so they have been grateful to her since then.

        But from Li Wei’s account, what exactly caused her anger?

        Lou Muge repeatedly asked, only to get: “I don’t know.
I’m not sure.
I don’t understand.”

        Lou Muge glared at Li Wei, but the unlucky Village Chief could only return bitterly, “Ha-ha, this matter happened a long time ago.
I was still young then, so I really don’t know the reason.”

        After a long time, Lou Muge basically didn’t harvest anything.
Lou Muge considered the immortal stone on his wrist, so in the end, he didn’t swing his fist threateningly and left Li Wei’s house with Ning Shaosi.

        The two walked slowly, one after the other, and when they returned, they found that Elder Guo’s wonton stall was closed.
They were still arguing with the Zhao family.
A Zhao family member died in vain, so they probably wouldn’t leave the matter at that.

        When he stepped into the door, Lou Muge suddenly saw a person standing by the door of the room, looking at him coldly.

        When he took a closer look, it was Tao Ming’s younger brother, Tao Zhai.
He always felt that this child had an evil nature.
He was obviously carved out of the same mold as Tao Ming, but a glance could distinguish the two.

        Tao Zai looked straight at him, and only after he came closer did he whisper, “You can’t save them.”

        This is the second time Tao Zhai said this to him.
Lou Muge raised an eyebrow and replied, “It seems you know something.
Are you interested in coming to my room to talk about it?”

        Tao Zhai didn’t expect him to invite him.
His eyes flickered, but when he wanted to say something else, Lou Muge had already lifted his feet and walked away.
He withdrew his gaze a fraction when his eyes were drawn to the person walking behind him.

        Tao Zhai lifted his eyes and clashed into a pair of serene eyes.
They weren’t that close to each other, but an oppressive force spread out of thin air.
He subconsciously clenched his molars.

        Ning Shaosi, however, did not stop for a moment and brushed past him, trailing after Lou Muge’s steps into the house.

        “Go and search for that little puppy, Wen Changchu.
I need a catnap.” Lou Muge lifted the quilt, took off the outer layer of his cotton clothes and shoes, and then jumped on the bed.
He held the fan in his arms and wrapped himself tightly.

        He didn’t have much power in his body.
He could fuse and recover faster only when he was sleeping.
The spiritual energy in the Human Realm was far worse than that of the upper three realms, and he needed plenty of sleep to fill it.

        In fact, the effect would be better if Lou Muge was in water, but he wasn’t a fish monster after all.
He liked warm and dry places by nature and couldn’t stand frequently soaking in the water.

        Seeing him lying down, Ning Shaosi didn’t say much.
He merely nodded and went out, gently closing the door.

        Lou Muge closed his eyes and went to sleep.
In a trance, he dreamed of the time when he first met Ning Shaosi.

        At that time, Ning Shaosi was born to be a God.
He defeated all challengers at the Divine Trial Convention and won the top prize, a feat that spread in the six realms in one fell swoop.
Lou Muge stood among the crowd and looked up at him with them.
He himself didn’t expect that such a highly regarded figure later became his disciple, serving him tea.

        The Zhu Clan of the Old God Realm plotted against Ning Shaosi, and he fell into a siege alone.
He managed to save himself but was also seriously injured.
It was Lou Muge who picked him up from a cave and brought him home, saving his life.

        In order to protect himself, Ning Shaosi sealed all the divine power in his body and turned into a small child of about seven or eight years old, with a pair of fluffy white tiger ears in his hair.
He would look at everyone, unperturbed, but his eyes were brimming with wit.

        Lou Muge could still remember those eyes.
They were unique, and there would never be an identical pair in the Six Realms, ever.

        But there was an 80% resemblance to the young man, holding the 712 wooden token.

        This was also the reason Lou Muge was willing to let him follow.

        The dream began to become blurred.
Lou Muge moved his fingers and woke up from it.
He froze for a second, and then turned his head to look out the window.
Twilight had fallen.

        He got out of bed, dressed, and opened the door with a big yawn, but then he found that while he was asleep, fluffy snow had begun to fall from the sky.

        Ning Shaosi was sitting on a small stool in front of the door with his luxurious brocade coat draped on the floor, watching the falling snow that filled the whole sky under the eaves.

        He turned his head slowly after hearing the creak and smiled at the sleepy-eyed Lou Muge.
He spoke as soft and melodious as cotton, “You woke up just in time.
They’re leaving for the cemetery.”

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