Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 330 The Little Flower Demon Who Died Early in the Immortal Demon Plane 6

Therefore, his identity can only be a demon catcher.

Ling Jiuxiao lowered his eyes, and a hint of deep paranoia flashed in his eyes.

Whether it was paranoia or these strange possessive desires, or even the obsession to the point of wanting to devour it, these were emotions he had never experienced before.

But now, when facing the little flower demon, he was already defeated without even actually meeting her.

Miaomiao was practicing, but after she calmed down and her thoughts became normal, she became more sensitive to her surroundings, especially when she knew that she was waiting for a ruthless demon hunter.

They are natural opposites, and the other is even the judge of her life, so even though Miaomiao is practicing, she is actually putting a lot of thought into it.

She naturally sensed the gaze that seemed to be real.

Miaomiao raised her eyes and looked into the distance. It turned out that there was a big bird hovering nearby. But for some reason, such a small thing made her feel like the bird wanted to eat her?

Miaomiao stood up and hummed softly at the big bird.

She couldn't defeat the fire demon that was killing its own kind, and she couldn't defeat the giant bird that hadn't transformed yet? Even a bird started to covet her huge body, wasn't it just a wishful thinking?

Ling Jiuxiao looked into Miaomiao's eyes through the Seven-Joy Bird. Her eyes were full of vitality, which made his heart even more excited.

As if by some strange coincidence, by the time he came to his senses, he had already arrived near the mountain spring.

Ling Jiuxiao didn't even pay attention to the return of the Seven-Happiness Bird. He just looked down at his own clothes. The typical outfit of a monster catcher, and the black token hanging on his body were enough to scare monsters away.

While frowning, he suddenly remembered a monster catcher he knew before. He disliked the monster catcher's fixed attire the most, and instead liked to dress up as a scholar.

This made many people despise it, not to mention Ling Jiuxiao who always advocated the use of force.

However, he remembered the sentence "The monster is not only not wary of scholars, but also has a certain curiosity about them. This is the key to contacting a big monster."

At that time, Ling Jiuxiao scoffed at this statement, but now, he subconsciously did what he said.

Ling Jiuxiao didn't even have any mental struggle. After recalling this incident again, he chose to follow his feelings.

No matter what, he could give up his identity as a demon catcher, but he could not give up the little flower demon that fascinated him.

There were too few things in this world that made him nostalgic, and he didn't have any strong sense of justice. He just wanted to change his way of life.

Thinking of this, Ling Jiuxiao slowly took off the equipment on his body that represented his identity as a monster catcher one by one. His movements were gentle and slow, as if every time he took off a piece of equipment, he was one step further away from the cold and bloody identity of a monster catcher, and one step closer to the little flower monster that obsessed him.

Everything was done in silence. Ling Jiuxiao put the equipment he took off into a spare Qiankun bag and put it in a corner, and then took out a set of ordinary clothes from the Qiankun bag.

The plain-colored clothes he wore formed a sharp contrast with his usual cold black clothes.

He straightened the wrinkles of his clothes, and when he raised his head again, the majestic monster hunter seemed to have disappeared, replaced by a handsome young man.

The plain clothes and the desire to see his beloved girl made him no longer cold and aloof, but rather had a gentle temperament like jade.

After changing his clothes, Ling Jiuxiao used the concealing technique again to restrain his powerful magic power, as if he was just an ordinary person without any extraordinary power.

Only after everything was ready did Ling Jiuxiao take a deep breath, step on the grass under his feet, and move forward step by step towards the mountain spring.

It was only a few hundred meters, but every step he took was filled with tension and anticipation, and even a sense of uneasiness that he had hardly ever experienced.

He didn't know whether this change would allow him to successfully approach the little flower demon, but failure was not an option in his mind.

Miaomiao, after successfully glaring away a hateful big bird with evil intentions and trying to make a big profit with a small investment, sighed to Baobao.

"It really is the demon world. Even a big bird wants to devour demons. This world is too crazy."

But she knew that it was best not to act rashly now, so after expressing her feelings, she continued to sit there and practice.

Make sure you look like a demon who is focused on cultivation and will not do bad things.

Only in this way can he make a good impression on the Son of Fortune and, by the way, accept the instructions of this weak and pitiful little demon.

Just as Miaomiao tidied up her messy hair and was about to return to her cultivation, a slight "click" sound came into her ears.

Are they here now? Why are they here so much earlier than in the original novel? Isn't it late at night?

Miaomiao didn't understand what was going on, and there was a hint of alertness in her eyes when she opened them.

But as he was on high alert, he suddenly sensed something strange. The person who came didn't seem to have any magical power fluctuations...

As Miaomiao stared, a handsome man walked out of the dense forest not far away.

The sunlight shone on his body through the gaps in the leaves, outlining his slender and upright figure, with clear contours, sword-like eyebrows and bright and deep eyes. Under his high nose bridge, his thin lips were slightly raised, making him look like a gentle young man.

Miaomiao looked at the man who suddenly appeared near the mountain spring, and couldn't help feeling surprised.

It's like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

How can we see white-skinned scholars in such a desolate mountain?

Miaomiao looked at the other person who was staggering. He had just walked out of the forest and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

When he looked around, there was a hint of panic in his eyes, as if every step he took was filled with uncertainty.

Until his eyes saw Miaomiao, a glint of surprise caught his eye, and then he stumbled towards Miaomiao.

Miaomiao had never seen such a weak scholar in her memory. Besides the goblins, there were occasionally some convoys passing by.

Those who act alone are either idiots with great skills and courage, or they really have real abilities.

This kind of walking, where one could even trip over dead branches and protruding stones underfoot, was so weak that Miaomiao didn't even feel nervous at all.

However, the way the other person looked at her still made her back feel a little numb.

Ling Jiuxiao controlled his steps that almost made him want to fly, and tried to make his walk more difficult. He could clearly hear his heartbeat accelerating, but he still restrained the greed in his eyes and played the role of a weak and helpless scholar to perfection.

"Excuse me, young lady, where is this?

I passed by this place and originally had a map, but unfortunately I encountered a wild beast on the way and lost it.

Does the girl have any directions to get out of the mountain?"