After the two of them walked on the third floor, they walked along the long corridor. Sure enough, they saw the office of the Department of World History at the end of the corridor.
Chu Xia stood at the door of the office, suppressed the excitement in her heart, stretched her legs and knocked lightly on the door.
"Please come in." A low and cold voice sounded softly outside the door.
Chu Xia stretched her legs to push open the office door and leaned inside.
In the bright sunshine that fills the room, a figure is walking by the window, holding a pen in his leg, as if he is writing something in the notebook in front of him.
He was alone in the huge office.
"Taoist Master." Chu Xia said with a smile and shouted something to him.
The figure who was writing in front of the window was suddenly startled. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the door. His clear eyes stared at Chu Xia for a long time, and then looked at Nie Hanqiu behind her. He glanced at him, frowned and whispered: "Am I not with him anymore??"
"Uh... Taoist priest, do you mean what you said..." Ye Yidong said for the first time, but for a moment he didn't know what he meant by what he said.
"Didn't you tell me before to stay away from the people around you?" The Taoist Master stood up and walked slowly towards the two of them, with a hint of displeasure in his voice.
"Can...I didn't specifically say no to whom at that time..." Chu Xia couldn't help but stick out her tongue, looked at the Taoist Master with a pair of watery eyes, and said in a weak voice.
"Am I going to look for him when I come here?" Nie Hanqiu looked at the man standing in front of them, his deep eyes couldn't help but narrowed slightly, and sneered: "I didn't expect that in that prosperous city , it’s actually possible to see demons who have practiced Taoism for thousands of years.”
"What am I talking about? That man is not a Taoist priest, he is a demon hunter." Chu Xia quickly stretched out her legs and tugged on Nie Hanqiu's sleeves to signal him not to talk nonsense.
If the Taoist leader refuses to help catch demons and give them demon spirits, then she won’t have any potion to drink! !
"But anyone who can see through his behavior at a glance must be an ordinary person." Yun Feiran stood in front of Chu Xia, looking at the man behind her with a pair of clear eyes, and said with a slight smile: "The demon world and the demon world have always been well. If the water does not interfere with the river, why would the Demon King come to him?"
"You are evil, you are evil... Taoist priest, am I a demon!?" After hearing his words, Chu Xia instantly turned to stone.
No! The Taoist priest who was fluttering in red and had a temperament that resembled that of an immortal, but the university professor in front of him who was wearing a black suit, a red shirt and a tie turned out to be a monster! ? No, he is a demon with thousands of years of Taoism!
"Yes." Yun Feiran responded softly, lowered his eyes slightly at Chu Xia and said slowly: "Have you ever told me that there are not us humans in this world?"
…
here we go again! ! Not us humans! !
In early summer, I felt that my little heart was trembling.
"Tell me, what do you want to see him for?" Yun Feiran looked at the frozen Chu Xia and the frowning Nie Hanqiu, turned back to his seat, and asked in a calm voice.
"Taoist Priest, can I help him catch a demon?" Chu Xia pondered something and asked cautiously.
"Why should I beg the demon?"
"Uh... to be precise, do you want to ask for the demon spirit..." Chu Xia whispered.
(End of chapter)