"Xiao Shuai, let me ask you, is there any way to make the plants transformed by the wood spirit have the indestructible characteristics of the wood spirit itself?" Mu Yu asked.
It's a bit ridiculous to say that he obviously owns the wood spirit, but in many cases he doesn't know as much about the wood spirit as a foodie.
Xiaoshuai was flipping through the "Encyclopedia of Nutritional Diet for Monsters" and said without raising his head: "Yes! It's quite troublesome."
"Tell me about it." Mu Yu was not afraid of trouble, he needed to make up for the wood spirit's shortcomings.
"Kill people! When the impulse of the Broken Sword is filled, the plants it transforms will have indestructible qualities." Xiaoshuai said lazily.
Mu Yu remained silent.
He used to be repelled by killing, but since the death of Father Kumu, he found that his mood had changed unconsciously. When he kills someone, he no longer feels uncomfortable, and even feels a little inexplicable.
That sense of joy should not exist in his heart.
He likes a prosperous life and likes all life to run according to its own trajectory. But I don't know when, he began to gradually accept killing.
Whether he can unlock the Nine Heavens Demon Sealing Array or repair the wood spirit, killing seems to be the path he has to take.
He always kept Master's words in mind, when I feel that doing something is wrong and worthy of my heart, then do it, even if it means killing one person.
Therefore, he will kill without waiting, kill at the right time, and kill everyone who deserves to be killed. He will not think about the impact that killing those people will have on his own state of mind.
"He's obviously blushing." Mu Yu nodded.
In life, many things can be avoided if I don't like them, and the same is true of killing.
"What do I know? Tomorrow he will make me a braised tiger bear whip to satisfy my cravings!" The handsome boy held the cookbook in his arms like a baby and drooled stupidly. The cookbook was twice its size. .
"He asked for steamed food," Long Teng said.
Mu Yu shook his head helplessly, it was good not to have any worries.
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On the last floor of Xingchen Pavilion, Mingyue was once again occupied by people from the Eight Gates.
Tian Buwai walked around the chair with others in a gentle manner. There were more than a hundred disciples from the Eight Sects present, all of whom had just come to Qingshui City recently to discuss how to pay Sikong Qiwen.
Everyone is looking at Tian Bu Dai, where Tian Bu Dai seems to be the focus.