Shen He looked at the back of Yun Mo enjoying the rain alone, and slowly came to the window. However, she did not look at the pouring rain outside, but just stared at Yun Mo's profile, with a hint of excitement in her eyes.
Strange colors were flowing, and he looked like he wanted to ask something, but didn't know how to ask.
Yun Mo noticed the movement behind him and said without looking back: "You want to ask, I am the devil, right?"
Yun Mo's words made Shen He slightly startled, and he asked with some confusion: "How do you know what I am thinking?"
"Ever since we met at Wangshu Inn, you have had a puzzled look on your face. You have been staring at me all the way. How could I not guess it?" Yun Mo turned around and looked at Shen He, with a smile on his face.
He replied with a joking smile.
Yun Mo originally planned to hide his identity at first, but found that it didn't seem to be of any use. He didn't change his appearance like the singer, or the emperor went deep and simple, but the shadow could not come out at all.
His face was a bit too familiar in this area, and the eyes of various forces were fixed on this area, so Yun Mo simply broke the rules and showed his true face to others.
"Is it so obvious?" Shen He didn't seem to believe it, stretched out a hand to touch her indifferent and pretty face, and asked himself.
"I'm just kidding, I actually guessed it." Yun Mo looked at Shen He's movements and was slightly startled, then reacted and chuckled softly.
After listening to Yun Mo's words, Shen He's expressionless pretty face became even more cold and indifferent. It seemed that not even Yun Mo's smile could melt the tip of her iceberg.
Yun Mo didn't mind Shen He's attitude and said to himself: "In fact, there is no difference between humans, immortals and gods. The difference is only in how they look at it."
"A wisp of a thousand winds will let itself go because of its love for freedom. The rock-solid gods will retreat into the background due to the wear and tear of time. The most powerful and terrifying incarnation of thunder in this world will also let go of hundreds of years of obsession for the sake of the people."
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"As for me." Yun Mo paused, shrugged, and said, "I'm just an ordinary person who drifted away accidentally. Although I have some powers of gods, I am still me, there is no difference."
Regardless of whether Yun Mo is in the demon state or the demon god state, he is not in a permanent state. He always shows his original appearance to others, which is related to Yun Mo's self-awareness.
From the beginning to the end, Yun Mo was the same Yun Mo who was playing games in front of the computer, not the incarnation of a demon god. This was also the reason why he was able to suppress Yurizeng.
Yun Mo said this because Shen He's current state seemed to be similar to his, and there was something extraordinary in his body. The difference was that Shen He needed to bind his soul with a red rope and cultivate his character.
Yun Mo hoped that Shen He could keep his true heart and not be influenced by those messy things.
"..." Shen He listened to Yun Mo's words and was silent for a while before slowly nodding his head to express his approval.
Both of them were silent for a while, neither of them spoke first.
Yun Mo listened to the sound of rain outside the window, and suddenly felt like he hadn't had such a leisurely life for a long time. He closed his eyes slightly and felt this comfortable feeling.
However, what surprised Yunmo was that Shen He took the initiative to find a topic, and asked questions that he couldn't answer: "Why do you look so similar to me? Is this your hometown too?"
Shen He was very concerned about this issue. When she first met Yun Mo, if it weren't for Yun Mo's black hair and masculine features, she would have thought she was looking in the mirror. Even her nephew Chong Yun didn't look like her.
So similar.
"Yes, not entirely." After hearing Shen He's question, Yun Mo replied vaguely: "I can't answer this question for you... I'm sorry."
Yun Mo didn't know how to explain this problem to Shen He. After all, his appearance was not decided by himself, but was made up by the people who shaped him. Although it sounds like a ghost story, it is not true at this time of day.
suitable.
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"Huh?" Shen He frowned when she heard this, feeling that Yun Mo was a bit perfunctory, but she did not pursue the question and just hummed softly.
"By the way, you just said that you want to practice subduing demons and slaying evil spirits. I can help you, but your strength is too strong. I don't know what I can teach you." After Shen He said this,
He added another sentence, but his tone left no room for negotiation, "And there is no way to practice here. When the rain stops, come with me to Mount Auzang."
"Aozang Mountain?! No problem!" Yun Mo felt happy and nodded in agreement.
Yun Mo remembered that Aozang Mountain was the location of the Immortal Family and Immortal Mansion that Shen He worshiped. There was a Xianhe called I Love Inventions... Well, no, Liu Yun Jiefeng Zhenjun. He was Shen He's master and also
A very powerful immortal, he and Mandrill are both three-eyed and five-manifestation immortals.
Yun Mo was still a little excited. After all, looking for immortals and visiting the Tao was quite tempting for a young man who often watched fairy-themed TV series when he was a child, and he could also take this opportunity to travel to the vast land of Liyue.
After all, since "time" has left its mark here, Yunmo will certainly not miss this rare opportunity.
When Shen He saw Yun Mo being so happy, a smile appeared on her indifferent pretty face, but then she returned to her usual cold look.
Yun Mo noticed Shen He's emotional change, but he did not point it out. Instead, he returned his attention to the heavy rain outside the window and waited for the rain to stop.
Yun Mo and Shen He stood side by side, standing by the window, looking at the scene of heavy rain outside the window. The strong wind howled by, lifting their sleeves and hair, one black and one white, intertwined, making them look particularly coordinated.
It is as beautiful as a fairyland picture on rice paper.