After closing the soundproof formation inside the quiet room, Shisu heard a lot of superfluous sounds.

Except for Mu Xi, who reports almost every day, there are many footsteps that are strange and not unfamiliar during his absence.

Without care, without concealment, they just walked around in front of the ashram a few times, as if they were deliberately showing her presence.

As she was silent, in addition to the sound of footsteps, there was a deliberate distorted voice of conversation outside the door, and the poor disguise was a deliberate reminder that something was wrong.

Or two or three people, outside the gates, talking about the rumors inside the Night, about the losing monks, complaining about the cunning of the difficult enemies who defended the city, and with the increasingly panicked footsteps, they were sending a message to the people in the ashram that the Nightfell City was in danger.

But no matter how the people outside the door performed, there was no movement inside the door, no inquiry! No rebuke! As if there was not a single audience present at their performance.

On this day, after Mu Xi left, the performers still did not respond to their singing, compared to before, among these people with their own thoughts, some of them had a little more anxiety in their eyes, and some people's eyes were a little brighter, like lighting a torch in the dark.

Treading ——!

As the footsteps hurried away, silence returned to the ashram.

The jade talisman that Shisu placed in his hand emitted a hazy white light, and Dao Tong Yuan Mo's immature voice echoed in the quiet room: Returning to Dao Jun, the supplies of the Star Pavilion have not yet arrived today.

The brilliance of the jade talisman will dim, and the pure heart flower placed in the quiet room will fall off a piece of white petals, and the white petals will float in front of Shiso with a pale green smoke.

Yuan Mo's undisguised and disrespectful voice came from the petals, full of schadenfreude: "Ahahaha——! yesterday, you shouldn't have been given up by your own sect......, right?" There's a word for this...... Called...... Haha! Some of the little guys who came here with you are quite active, and they may be able to share the burden and relieve your worries!"

"Also, don't be sad, don't be sad, in fact, this is not your sect, after all, you are only a nominal honorary elder, and it doesn't have much to do with Xingchen Pavilion, right?"

"If you want me to say, sir, this is your name is not good, tsk, yesterday is not today! Isn't this enough? Master, I guess this is definitely not your real name! If you want me to say, you should call yourself Changliu, and keep your existence forever and forever!"

"Moreover, yesterday Fei was homophonic with invalidation, this is not good, not good!"

"This has been known since ancient times, the name determines the fate, the good name benefits the whole life, and the bad name hurts the luck, yesterday it was not a boy, did you say that it is so reasonable, huh?"

"...... it......

Zi Su sneered and said softly: "My real name? Heh, do you think Yuan Mo is a good name?"

Without waiting for the other side to speak, Zi Su said again: "Yuan, the beginning of all things is called the yuan, and the 129,600 yuan is also called the yuan. There is no beginning and no process, so there is no result, and Yuan Mo does not exist from the beginning. Isn't your name also denying your own existence? Besides, Yuan Mo is similar to a resentful demon, could it be that you still have some great grievances and nowhere to confide, and you can't become a demon?"

"-huh! Master, this is called no beginning and no end, meaning detachment, don't talk nonsense! I'll tell you——!"

"Listen to me, my name is - Merlin Nicholas Helburn Tyler Konstantin Falvi King Douglas Ignati Woods Mitchelson Alva!"

"Hmph——! remember? boy!"

"Mr. Alva, how about you say it again?"

"Didn't ask... Question ...... "Wait——! let him think about what he just said?"

One, two, three, four......

Ten or eleven?

At that time, I said it so happily that I slipped away from my mouth, what should I do if I didn't have a brain?

When Yuan Mo finally recalled what he had just said in his mind, and after thinking about it clearly, he found that the guy who had just asked him to repeat his name had unilaterally cut off contact.

The white petals of the pure heart flower had been crushed into ash in front of Shiso's body, and they were gently sent into the flower pot by the bare hands.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers......

It is better to come from whence or where to go.

Yuan Mo, who was standing in the corner of the Night City, raised his hand to look at the sky, his expression was rare serious, there was confusion and sadness in his eyes, and maybe there was confusion in his heart.

He was thinking about what Zi Su casually asked him: Could it be that you still have some great grievances and nowhere to confide, and you can't become a demon?

He really has a great grievance——!

He knows that sometimes he is not annoying people, but everything he does is indeed for the good of others, to help them, to introduce science and technology, to achieve industrialization, to liberate the productive forces, to make the world a better place! But why, why are they all crowding him out?

Is it jealousy?

No, it's not the main reason, and it's not the root cause.

He actually liked the world he first came into, but then he really had the idea of destroying that world and returning everything to its end.

Hatred is lost, and it must not turn a man into a demon......

Anyway, he can't go back to that world now, and he can't tell whether he left on his own initiative or was passively expelled from the world.

Of course, he could forcibly exercise himself to stay in a world where the gods could not directly attack him, but he had given up destroying it, so what was he going to do there?

He's a person who likes to be lively, and if he stays there, he'll die of boredom, and maybe he'll be a demon again, and he'll want to destroy the boring world again.

He chose to leave, to look around, to see how the other lineages lived, so that life would not become boring or lacking in excitement.

Perhaps, he will find the answer......

The protective array of the night city appeared, and all kinds of mixed voices rang out.

The sky above the city was obscured by the crushing hordes of flying monsters.

The melancholy boy who looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees could no longer see the clear, blue, cloudless empty sky.

He closed his eyes slightly, and two angry flames ignited in his eyes when they opened again.

Yuan Mo was angry, very angry.

I don't know ——! Lao Tzu is reminiscing about the past, reminiscing about the past! Sure enough, it's a group of brainless guys——!

Master, I didn't think of some happy things, and I was interrupted! It's just a bastard! Soldiers can bear it, uncles can bear it, aunts can't bear it, grandpa can't bear it——!

Since you are so courageous, then come and face my grandfather's anger!

If you can't calm down, don't think about getting rid of any of you brainless people!

Yuan Mota rubbed-rubbed-rubbed——! stepped on the ladder in the void, and rushed to the sky in a few steps.

The light curtain with red and blue colors was within reach, and at such a close distance, Yuan Mo could easily feel the seemingly docile but actually violent and untamed power inside.

Mu Xi, who was paying attention to the big array at any time, looked up and saw that his heartbeat stopped for half a beat, Yuan Mo, Daojun's Dao Tong, how did he run there?