343 Chapter 342 of “The Quick-Traveling Girl Is Poised to Pounce the Male Protagonist”

“Zhou Min, what’s wrong with you?” 484 asked after sensing Zhou Min’s abnormal mood swings.

“I dreamed of a man whose appearance I couldn’t see clearly. I called him Lord Min.”

“Master Min? What is that?” 484 was confused. It had been floating in the sky for so long, but this name was so unfamiliar, but it didn’t know why it gave it an extremely terrifying feeling.

“I don’t know.” Zhou Min shook his head subconsciously, feeling very confused. “He wants me to die.” Zhou Min murmured, but for some reason there was a touch of sadness and sadness in his tone.

484 was silent for a while, “Do you still remember what happened in the dream?”

Zhou Min was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned pale, and his tone seemed to become solemn, “No, I don’t remember. Except for the name, the words lingering in my heart, and those eyes, I seem to have forgotten the rest…”

Zhou Min suddenly felt a little irritated in her heart. She casually wore a bright red dress and walked to the window.

Open the window and look up, the bright moon is in the sky and the stars are dim.

The spring breeze blows me awake, slightly cold.

The watery cherry lips gently raised a cool arc. Zhou Min looked at Leng Yue and seemed to be able to feel the extremely cold eyes in the dream, “Min!? Who is it? Does it have anything to do with me?”

This was not the first time she saw the man with the purple bell. The moment she was promoted to Demon God, she also saw that man and the purple bell.

Di Simo had already woken up when Zhou Min got up, or in other words, he woke up when she woke up and remained motionless. This was because he felt Zhou Min’s strong emotional fluctuations and the sudden appearance of strange airflow and strong demonic energy around her. Logically speaking, that kind of demonic energy should not appear wantonly under the suppression of his native magic weapon. However, at that time, he felt the intensity of the demonic energy again.

For the first time, he felt that Zhou Min, a woman, was not only troublesome, but also mysterious and dangerous that he couldn’t explain.

The man lying sideways on the bed was lying quietly on the bed, his eyes as cold as a deep well, staring at the thin shadow staring at the moon in front of the window.

Suddenly I remembered that my father once said that although he was transformed from heaven and earth, he has carried a mysterious power since his birth. It seems to have been sealed and cannot be discovered. However, he is destined to be very close to the ultimate way of heaven. If he can ascend to Hongmeng and achieve the great road and become a new heaven, it will be a blessing for the three realms. If not, it may cause catastrophe.

Regardless of whether it is a catastrophe or the ultimate way, it seems that there will be one person in his destiny, and success or failure will depend on this person.

For some reason, at this moment, his heart, which was never disturbed by things other than the immortal world, felt vaguely that this person was her, the woman who pulled him into the abyss of desire.

A faint smile came from the window.

Di Simo suddenly came back to his senses and looked around.

A wisp of red smoke rose up from Zhou Minruo, floated out of the window, and stood on the thousand-year-old ivy tree in the courtyard of the inn.

Ivy, Ivy, is always pure and unbeatable, but its appearance has not changed for thousands of years.

Unchanged!

Di Simo’s heart skipped a beat, and his body regained consciousness. He reached for a pure white shirt, put it on, and jumped out of the window.

There she stood, at the top of the tree.

The night wind blew her bright red robe, fluttering, as if in the next moment, she would disappear with the wind and no longer exist in the whole world.

An uncomfortable feeling suddenly arose in his heart. It was a bit unfamiliar, but he couldn’t grasp it.

Di Simo frowned slightly and subconsciously pressed his hand on the position of his heart, where he knew it was his heart. It had always been quiet and calm. However, it seemed that, at some point, there was the first clear and shallow beating there. It seemed to be moving and no longer still.

But when did it start?!

Looking back, it seems that after getting along with Zhou Minhuan, the heart that should never have been beating and come alive, the heartbeat that should not be alive in the immortal, seemed to have started to beat lightly but really for the first time in him.

Moreover, he found that his divine power began to be suppressed and began to retreat, but there were more and more cracks in the barrier of cultivation impact.

Why?!Will they be two completely opposite situations?

Di Simo’s mind was filled with doubts, and his eyes looking at Zhou Min seemed more complicated.

Zhou Min was unaware of Di Simo’s tangled doubts, complexities, and contradictions. At this time, she looked outside the boundary of the fairy world, where there was vast gray and vast decay, where there was despair and remnant, where there was struggle and sin. It was the territory of the demon world, the territory where the demons struggled to survive, and where all demon children, after leaving their parents at a young age, grew up cruelly on the edge of life and death, and only wanted to lead the demon world to regain a new life.

There… is the place where the client has lived for many lifetimes and reincarnations. It was also her home and her destiny.

With her slender arms raised, her robe sleeves dancing, she steps on the clouds and chases the wind.

She suddenly wanted to dance, dance the dance she loved most in her previous life in the Demon Palace, dance out the grievances and unwillingness in her heart, dance out the roar and compassion in her heart, dance the dance that she had spent months arranging and performing in the human world to celebrate his thirty-seventh birthday, just to pour her heart out for him on his birthday.

But because of his deliberate indulgence and the enemy’s intentions, she was taken away. The dance that only belonged to him had never been danced for him.

That was a regret, and it was also a deep feeling in her bones.

Dance to your heart’s content, as if you want to dance to the end of your youth and your whole life.

Like a blooming tea plant, or like an illusive wispy cloud.

The ink is flying, the beautiful face is smiling, its beauty is burning, and the dark fragrance is lingering.It dims the stars day and night, and shames the flowers and flowers.

But Di Simo was shocked by such a dance. He saw compassion and dedication in the dance, saw relief and determination, saw affection and no regrets, saw determination and tenderness, saw her attachment and struggle for this world, and also saw her extreme attachment and extravagant desire for him!

Her enchanting expression, but her eyes were holy, she was extremely contradictory, yet extremely shocked, she was extremely beautiful, even though she was already a god, she had to admit that this woman, if she wanted to, could disrupt the Three Realms!

Not only because of her beauty, but also because of the source of sin in her eyes, which was clearly holy but yet so enchanting and charming.

Di Simo suddenly closed his eyes. He had never been afraid. Facing Zhou Min at this moment, he suddenly felt afraid. He did not dare to look at the person dancing alone, as if waiting for his lover to turn back.

He was afraid that if he took another look, he, who had never been disturbed by anything other than cultivation, would eventually be entangled in his mind by her, unable to erase or leave her…

However, sometimes, once fate and cause and effect begin, it is too late.

Those who are desperate but struggling hard, those who are affectionate but unrepentant, those who are obviously sad but pretend to be happy, are like smoke and fog, lingering in the darkness of their minds, lingering.