This was the first time that Silver Dust had no way to start cultivating.

Even if it is a miracle, Yinchen can still sit quietly for half an hour, although there is no use except for the numbness of the buttocks, but it can be regarded as calming down, right? And now, Yinchen only feels that hallucinations are constantly appearing in front of his eyes, and some fragmented pictures are constantly flashing in his mind.

Those pictures are not bloody and terrifying at all, although they are all tragic images of human limbs, there is no scene of blood splashing, only an indescribable warm and soft feeling, well, those are the images of slippery girls, it seems to be......

Silver Dust was about to die of irritation, and he felt like his body and even his mind were going to lose control. He was sure that he had never encountered such a problem, this state of illusion had not been recorded in any magic book he had ever seen, nor was there any magical theory that could explain such a phenomenon, he only felt that he could not concentrate, nothing more, and did not have the feeling of dizziness and strong disobedience and even vomiting when he was under spiritual magic or cursed magic, no.

"What the hell is wrong with me, sick?" Silver Dust crossed his legs, but he felt his legs start to cramp restlessly, he felt like he wanted to vent, but ...... What the hell are you going to vent? Anger? Despair, Fighting Intent, Killing Intent, Want to laugh, Want to shout? I don't know.

And what made him really feel terrified was that the image of Zhang Yating's sister in his heart, which was sacred, affectionate, perfect, and gray, suddenly became strange, shrouded in a strange pink luster.

Silver Dust began to feel panicked, he was only eleven years old this year, and it stands to reason that such a feeling should appear at least three years later. Whether it's a girl tied up or a chrysanthemum is tight, those are just a few words that Yinchen occasionally hears from the adult world, but they are just the "accidental injuries" of some unscrupulous peach-colored journalists in the indiscriminate bombardment In fact, Yinchen himself doesn't know what those things mean at all, he even simply thinks that tying up girls is a game similar to hide and seek, but it can only be played by adults, his preference for girls, just because those girls are very gentle, they won't fight with him, their little hands are very soft, and they are very comfortable to pinch, that's all. Yinchen didn't even know what kind of liking method was "liking girls".

The hazy and vague feeling made him panic, made him unable to find his direction, and made him understand that he had to find something to divert his attention, and if he couldn't practice, he couldn't calm down, and he couldn't study magic?

So in a panic, he took out the token of the Demon Pavilion from his sleeve, which was the symbol of the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, and the only identity Zhang Ming, without this token, let alone it would be difficult to move an inch inside the Demon Pavilion, and there would be no place to reason if he was killed every minute.

Silver Dust brought the token in front of him to observe, and he really hoped that this way he would not think about the sleek girl.

......

Zhang Mengmeng came back from Elder Feng, and she didn't immediately follow Elder Feng Lieshan's order to find Yinchen, to be his teacher, to take his words, and to figure out his character. She went back to her little room, closed the doors and windows, and began to think about her present and the turbulent future.

As the most outstanding disciple and the most beautiful girl in the Demon Pavilion, Zhang Mengmeng is as her name suggests, and when she pleases others, she often has just the right amount of "cute" energy, coaxing the elders in the sect to be happy, plus her meticulous mind and ruthless style when performing tasks, plus the two guys who partner with her are also the best among the disciples of the sect, and the three of them soon formed the "Three Talents of the Demon Pavilion" The iron triangle formation is almost invincible, but in fact, Zhang Mengmeng is not a person who can really figure out the minds of others, let alone a person who is good at communicating with children, she likes children does not mean that she understands children, and the little girls she once recruited as maids and toys were all brutally abused and killed by her without exception.

Now, as if it were karma, she must try to figure out a little boy's mind, to explore a little boy's secrets and past, to grasp a little boy's mental weaknesses and use them. Half an hour ago, she had been aiming for this and had full confidence in it, but when she returned from Elder Feng, that confidence had vanished.

At that time, she still fantasized about using force and small favors to control this young man who was not deeply involved in the world, so that he obediently surrendered under her three-inch golden lotus, and used the secrets on his body as a threat to exchange some benefits from the elder protector and even the worship, but all this is impossible to achieve now, because she suddenly found that she had no way to control this person by force, this person who obviously only had the strength to enter the body realm, but was able to force back the master of distraction.

It is impossible for such a person to be threatened by force by a person in the small Peiyuan realm.

Zhang Mengmeng knew that in the face of silver dust in the future, she could only use soft means, exhaust all kinds of favors, take care of herself, and even sacrifice her hue when necessary to impress the heart of the silver-haired boy and obtain his secrets.

Zhang Mengmeng knows that her ability to sell cuteness is useless to this boy, because the other party has more reason than herself to sell cuteness, and she really wants to take on the job of a nanny who raises children, can she do it? Can she do it well? She has no certainty.

She is used to planning and then moving, but at this time she is really in chaos.

She didn't know what he would think of himself and how he would look at the Demon Pavilion in the process of teaching him the "Remnant Soul Sutra", as a person who can have a relationship with Master Xuanzhi, his heart and eyes must not be very bad, and he must not be willing to kill innocents indiscriminately, but to cultivate the "Remnant Soul Sutra", he must kill innocents indiscriminately, this is the biggest contradiction, and it is also the most difficult place for Zhang Mengmeng. The slightest mistake would immediately make that silver-haired boy hostile and wary of himself and the entire Demon Pavilion, so that he would be able to find out his secret in the future?

Thinking of this, Zhang Mengmeng couldn't help but sigh sadly, Elder Feng Lieshan used a copy of the "Remnant Soul Sutra" to not only push the silver dust into the fire pit, but also push himself into the fire pit.

However, it was useless to complain and sigh, according to Elder Feng's instructions, before the sun came out tomorrow, Silver Dust must learn the Remnant Soul Sutra, otherwise, ......

She got out of bed, distraught and even flustered, and walked out of the house towards Silver Dust's residence.

......

Silver Dust held the token of the Demon Pavilion, and observed it carefully.

It was a black wooden token, and there was nothing surprising about it, as if any cultivation sect in this world should or even have to make such a token out of wood to identify it. Silver Dust doesn't know if there is any force in this world that uses metal as tokens.

"Doesn't seem like it? Metal tokens are expensive and heavy. Silver Dust muttered to himself, at this point he finally managed to turn his attention to something more normal. The uncontrolled heat flow in the body is gone.

The token was ordinary, a piece of black wood with the logo of the Demon Pavilion engraved on it, and nothing else. It is said that this is a token of a temporary disciple, and the token of the official disciple has another pattern on it, and on the token of the senior personnel on the top, different patterns will be engraved, and some people with very high status will even engrave their names on the token.

Therefore, in addition to looking at a piece of black wood, Silver Dust can only look at the logo of the Demon Pavilion outlined with gold dust on the wood.

It was a square pattern, not like Yinchen imagined, with a skeleton, blood cloud, torn beast head or something, nor any ancient formation that was mysterious in this world (those are circular patterns), not to mention some flowing clouds, flowers and plants, etc., just some thin lines, forming a layered and nested with each other, square angular rectangles, one after the other.

"Does this thing look familiar?" The first time Yinchen saw these boxes, he was not surprised, not confused, but felt a strong sense of disobedience.