He didn't know why he had been wandering around the world with the storyteller and Yuan Xiaolou for more than a month.
But he knew why he wanted to leave.
Yuan Xiaolou is no longer the kind-hearted woman he first met. This has changed his distorted outlook on life and made him believe that people are inherently good at first.
Now Yuan Xiaolou has concerns in his heart.
Her heart is still kind, but the smile in Hua Wuyou's memory is rarely seen on the corner of her mouth. Instead, it is sadness and longing.
What makes Hua Wuyou sad is that the person Yuan Xiaolou worries about all the time is not herself.
He somewhat regretted why he entrusted the seriously injured Yuan Xiaolou to the care of the old storyteller.
If he had taken her with him after Yuan Xiaolou came back to life in Cangyun Back Mountain, then Yuan Xiaolou would never have anything to do with Ye Xiaochuan again.
Ye Xiaochuan is rumored to be the third incarnation of Mu Xiaoshan, the son of the Wood God, and the last life of the seven-life rival. There are even rumors that he is the savior of the three realms chosen by the Wood God.
Hua Wuyou's status, of course he knows that these so-called rumors are true.
If it were anyone else, Hua Wuyou would have slapped Ye Xiaochuan to death.
But now Hua Wuyou can't slap Ye Xiaochuan as mercilessly as he did in southern Xinjiang.
It’s not just the evil bosses in the world who are staring at Ye Xiaochuan?
In the Three Realms, I don't know how many top bosses are staring at this kid.
Including Evil God, Yao Xiaosi, Ksitigarbha, Meng Po...
Including Hua Wuyou himself.
Ye Xiaochuan cannot die, at least not until this catastrophic game with God is completely over.
So Hua Wuyou chose to leave.
He is demigod.
It can also be said to be half human and half demon.
Whatever he is, he has half human blood in his body.
Human blood has given him an even more perverted advantage than his father, the Lord of Heaven, in his journey of cultivation.
But human blood also brought him human shortcomings.
For example, love!
His attitude towards Yuan Xiaolou is very subtle.
Maybe it's love, or maybe it's liking.
Or maybe it's because of respect or admiration.
He may even regard Yuan Xiaolou as his sister.
But Yuan Xiaolou spent the whole day with Xiaochuan's husband being long and Xiaochuan being short-lived, and the only person he thought about in his heart was Ye Xiaochuan.
No one else would be able to bear it.
Early the next morning, when Yuan Xiaolou opened her eyes and did not see Hua Wuyou, she knew that Hua Wuyou had left.
Yuan Xiaolou immediately ran to the big panda and woke up his grandfather who was sleeping soundly with his rice pail in his arms.
"Grandpa, grandpa, it's bad, the playboy and Miss Cheng are gone!" The old storyteller stretched his waist and said: "It's not a bad thing that they're gone, it's a great thing. These two bastards only know how to eat.
No. 3, loser No. 4, followed us for more than a month and didn’t make a penny for us, and even took my grandpa from middle class to middle class.
They have become middle- and lower-class poor peasants. When they leave, grandpa, I should set off firecrackers to celebrate!"
The old storyteller spoke in a relaxed manner, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
Of course, he was not worried about the safety of Hua Wuyou and Ah Cheng, but the safety of the human world.
When Hua Wuyou met them at the foot of the sacred mountain, he proposed to go north. At that time, the old storyteller already knew that Hua Wuyou must have other purposes for coming north.
Along the way, he made insinuations several times, trying to get something out of Hua Wuyou's mouth, but Hua Wuyou looked like a frail pretty boy, but he was actually a monkey spirit.
No matter how much the old storyteller inquired, Hua Wuyou never revealed a word about the purpose of her journey north.
The old storyteller speculated in his heart that it might be related to the second wave of catastrophe that is currently spreading in the world.
Hua Wuyou shamelessly followed their grandfather and grandson for more than a month. He would not leave early or late. He left before the time when the rumored door of catastrophe was about to come. In the opinion of the old storyteller, Hua Wuyou left for this reason.
Last night, he told Hua Wuyou that this catastrophe will definitely win the world, and he said it with full confidence and impassionedness.
In fact, in the heart of the old storyteller, he did not have much hope for victory in this catastrophe.
The second wave of catastrophe is coming soon, and the world of human cultivation is still in disarray. The forces are so dispersed that it is hard to work together. If you want to defeat the powerful six tribes of heaven and humans, what a fuss!
In addition, a few years ago, he knew that Yu Jizi, the head of the Cangyun Sect, was secretly killing people and making sacrifices.
This is a very ferocious and evil witchcraft.
The great formation on Cangyun Mountain does have the power to change the world, but it is controlled by a person whose heart has been gradually eroded by the evil spirit. There are too many variables, which really makes the old storyteller unable to have much confidence in the jade machine.
Therefore, the old storyteller is currently not optimistic about this catastrophe.
He was very sure in his heart that even if the world wins, it will be a tragic victory.
Many people will die.
Many, many people!
In the opinion of the old storyteller, the only person in the world who can break the situation now should be Ye Xiaochuan.
But how strong Ye Xiaochuan's power is now, he, an omniscient old man, doesn't even know.
Yuan Xiaolou saw that his grandfather seemed very happy about the departure of Hua Wuyou and his servant, so he said no more.
To be honest, Yuan Xiaolou is very afraid of Hua Wuyou.
During this period of time, she and Hua Wuyou wandered around the world, and she lived in fear every day.
Now that Hua Wuyou is gone, Yuan Xiaolou suddenly feels much more relaxed.
She grabbed the rice pail by its short tail and pulled it up.
He said: "The area around Yumen Pass is full of soldiers, and there should be a war soon. Fan Tong, grandpa, let's leave here early to find Mr. Ogawa."
The old storyteller rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Grandpa is a grandfather, and a rice bucket is a rice bucket. Grandpa is not a rice bucket in the eyes! Don't call grandpa and grandpa together in the future!"
Yuan Xiaolou stuck out his tongue and said: "I understand, grandpa, let's set off quickly!"
The old storyteller said: "We haven't had breakfast yet, where are we going? Girl, why don't you hurry up and make breakfast for grandpa!"
Fan Tong immediately nodded his head in agreement.
Yuan Xiaolou said: "Grandpa, you know how to eat! You eat at least seven or eight meals a day, and you still say that you are not a foodie! From now on, you will be called Foodie No. 7!"
Rice Tong grinned widely and rolled on the ground with a smile.
The old storyteller kicked it and said: "You are a loser, but you still have the nerve to laugh at me? Go ahead, I'll look at you and get annoyed!"
After breakfast, a pair of troops escorting grain and grass passed by on the road not far away.
Yuan Xiaolou took two donkeys and gave them to them, and he rode one.
Together with my grandfather and my rice bucket, I continued to wander around the world.
Only this time, they were not going north, but south. They went to the Wanhu Ancient Cave in Qilin Mountain, where Yuan Xiaolou had been yearning for seven years, to find the man she had missed for seven years.
