The young man nodded and answered the thoughts in Chu Yue's mind.
Chu Yue: "..." She has no privacy at all.
This boy is particularly weird.
It was first in the vassal states, then in Futu Mountain, and now it is in the Imperial Army Division.
He is like a wanderer with no fixed abode.
There is a lot of bitterness in the body, but there is also purity without impurities. It is the freest wind on the battlefield.
"Demon minister, he should have a destiny contract with you, and you are his destined person, so he can hear our conversation and your voice," said the demon spirit.
When the young man said this, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
The demon spirit was confused: "But there are no traces of your destiny contract on your body."
The young man seemed to be answering questions, walked around behind Chu Yue, and lightly tapped the spine on Chu Yue's back with his fingertips.
That's where the raw nails are.
In other words, the contract between her and the boy is within Wusheng Nail?
"Did you and I conclude a life contract a long time ago?" Chu Yue asked quickly.
The young man shook his head, and then said: "I was the one who concluded it in Beizhou."
He rarely talked to people. The last time he talked to people was Beizhou Dragon Slaying Banquet and Ye Wuxie, so his words were a bit jerky.
"You can still conclude it yourself?" Chu Yue was slightly shocked: "Then why do you want to conclude a contract with me, and why do you choose to do it here?"
Wusheng Nail is the harmful breath expelled by cultivators in the upper realm, and it is also a catastrophe in the lower realm.
The young man was silent, thinking about his words, and then explained: "I like the taste of it."
Chu Yue's pupils narrowed and she frowned slightly.
The smell of Wusheng Nail is harm, destruction, blood and filth. Normal warriors avoid it. It is like meeting the God of Plague. Even people from the beast tribe will be afraid of Wusheng Nail, so how can they like it?
The young man's clean and clear eyes seemed to contain endless secrets.
"Sleep, see you next time, Shuang/Xiu."
The young man rubbed his eyes, passed through the barrier, and returned to the place where he slept.
The figure gradually disappeared into the night.
At this moment, some soldiers noticed the movement of the Prayer Mountain and came to patrol here.
Chu Yue put away the hair tie and returned the Yunxiao wine jar to Shennong's space.
Finally, use the power of Shennong to evaporate the remaining wine on the ground.
Being in a situation, one has to be careful every step of the way.
Chu Yue dodged the patrolling soldiers, took another pot of Yunxiao Wine Jar, and walked back.
The meeting of generals at the headquarters has ended and the crowd has dispersed. Only Ye Yang is in a panic and doesn't know what he is looking for.
"Where is it, where is it..."
Ye Yang frowned.
A small hand patted his shoulder, "Kid, what are you looking for?"
Ye Yang looked back excitedly. The smell of mellow wine hit his face, and he met a face that was full of beauty.
"Dead drunkard."
Ye Yang glared at her, "You don't care what I'm looking for."
"Is it this one?"
Chu Yue took out the ancient medal and handed it to Ye Yang, "Put it away and don't lose it next time."
Ye Yang was ecstatic when he received the medal, and his eyes were red with excitement.
He had not had much close contact with Chu Yue, so he would not have thought that Chu Yue could take away his medal in public.
"Are you wearing these to show off?" Chu Yue glanced at the medals.
"No, what do you know?"
Ye Yang wiped the medal clean, "I want to live with them, and I want to let the world remember the name of the Imperial Army again. I am not fighting alone, there are them."
Chu Yue half-squinted her eyes, keenly aware that Ye Yang might know something, and asked casually: "Isn't the Imperial Army in the Blessing Mountain, why do you say it from your mouth, as if they are all dead?"
"I don't know what you are talking about. The Imperial Army is Ling Tian's first army. How could it be possible that he is dead? If you continue to blaspheme the soul of the Blessing Mountain Army, be careful and I will tell the General Director."
Ye Yang's eyes dodge and his tone is rather urgent.
Only he knew about the complete annihilation of the Imperial Army.
The Director-General said.
It was Ye Gong who killed him.
Before he grows up, he must not publicize it to the outside world.