My Demon Queen

Chapter 108 Prejudice

"Master, are you saying that in a few months, I will enter the Creation Wonderland from the Demon Clan?"

Mu Wushuang widened her eyes, staring at Dao Wuchen who was sitting opposite her, with a look of surprise and asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

Dao Wu Chen nodded gently with a calm expression, then picked up the teacup, took a sip of the fragrant tea, and said no more.

Upon hearing this, Mu Wushuang slowly lowered her head, frowned, and fell into deep thought, not knowing what she was thinking about.

But in her mind, Ye An's figure always appeared involuntarily and could not be shaken off.

Dao Wuchen looked up at Mu Wushuang and saw that her expression was sometimes sad and sometimes firm. Her emotions kept changing. He couldn't help feeling confused and didn't understand why.

"Wushuang?" Dao Wuchen called softly.

"Master, is there anything else you want to tell me?" Mu Wushuang suddenly raised her head, her face regained its respectful look, and she looked at Dao Wuchen sincerely.

Dao Wuchen was stunned at first, but then he shook his head, sighed and said: "Your personality has obviously changed, why do you choose to go back to the old ways?"

Mu Wushuang heard this and shook her head bitterly, and replied: "Master, I don't understand why a person who has done nothing should be given a bad name just because of a hexagram. I didn't mean to say that Master's hexagram is wrong, but... Master, to be fair, is Ye An that kind of person? I don't understand. Ye An once told me that his stubborn character would hurt me. I didn't believe it at first and wanted to argue with him, but I found that I couldn't refute it. I even wanted to take him away by force, but even for me like this, Ye An could patiently explain to me and was willing to save me when I was in danger. He even generously let me take the rare treasure of the world, the Ice Spirit Fruit. I really don't understand why such a person would be a disaster star. Is it really as Ye An said, the prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain that cannot be seen through or moved?"

Mu Wushuang became more and more excited as she spoke, tears glistened in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly.

Dao Wuchen listened quietly to Mu Wushuang's story, feeling mixed emotions and confusion in his heart.

Ye An was right when he said that human prejudice is like a mountain. But Ye An is just a child under 20 years old. How could he see things so clearly?

Dao Wuchen couldn't help but ponder in his heart.

Dao Wuchen looked at the tears in Mu Wushuang's eyes and sighed softly.

At this moment, facing Mu Wushuang's questioning, he felt speechless and unable to answer her questions.

The hexagrams are created by oneself and they will not lie. They are a calculation tool based on the laws of the world and they can always clearly predict everything that will happen in the future.

But was it true that he had miscalculated this time? Or was Ye An not the so-called disaster star?

But he had witnessed Ye An's changes with his own eyes, and because he didn't know Ye An's origins and birthday, he couldn't calculate Ye An's future.

All this made Dao Wuchen fall into deep confusion and bewilderment.

Mu Wushuang looked at her master with tearful eyes and full of expectation, but all she got was a sigh and a long silence.

She sighed softly in frustration and shook her head slowly.

Mu Wushuang could no longer endure this depressing atmosphere. She could only take a deep breath, suppress the sadness in her heart, and still respectfully bowed to Dao Wuchen. Then she turned and walked towards her residence.

Mu Wushuang returned to her residence, her eyes involuntarily looking towards the direction of the courtyard, the sadness and confusion in her heart surged like a tide.

She looked deeply, as if trying to see Ye An's figure through the many obstacles.

Finally, she shook her head helplessly, closed the door, and tried to calm her troubled mind through practice.

Another month passed.

"Xiao Rou, I will now teach you sword moves. Watch carefully and memorize every move."

Mu Wushuang held a long sword with a solemn expression. He made a beautiful sword flower with the sword in his hand and spoke to Xiaorou in a serious tone.

Xiao Rou also nodded solemnly, her bright big eyes not blinking as she watched Mu Wushuang dancing with the sword in the yard with a serious look.

When Mu Wushuang danced with the sword, her posture was extremely graceful, yet contained great power.

She took a step forward with her left foot, slightly bent her knees, leaned forward, and stabbed the sword in her hand forward, like a flash of lightning across the void, swift and fierce.

Then, she turned her wrist, and the sword drew a graceful arc in the air, and then pulled back, with the sword blade flashing coldly in the sunlight.

She suddenly jumped up and spun in the air, her sword moving with her body like a dancing silver dragon.

The moment she landed, she used her right foot as the axis, quickly rotated her body, and swept out with her sword, bringing up a sharp gust of wind.

Each move was performed smoothly and effortlessly, and every action was extremely precise, as if it had been honed through countless trials and tribulations.

Her sleeves fluttered with the movement of her sword, and her whole body exuded a sharp yet charming aura that made people fall for her.

Xiaorou stared at Mu Wushuang's movements intently, her eyes full of desire and concentration.

After Mu Wushuang finished her demonstration, she couldn't wait to pick up the sword and imitated Mu Wushuang's posture. She took a slow and firm step forward with her left foot, slightly bent her knees, and leaned her body forward slightly. However, the sword in her hand seemed a little heavy and her movements were a little awkward.

She bit her lip, trying to control her shaking arms, and tried to thrust the sword forward, but the tip of the sword tilted to the side.

Xiaorou frowned, but was not discouraged. She adjusted her posture and tried again.

This time, although the sword was not stabbed straight enough, it already looked somewhat accurate.

She continued to practice. The soreness in her arms made beads of sweat appear on her forehead, but her eyes remained firm.

Every time she swung the sword, she silently recalled Mu Wushuang's movements in her mind, constantly adjusting her posture and strength.

As time went by, Xiao Rou's movements became more and more skillful. Although she was still not as smooth and graceful as Mu Wushuang, she had made obvious progress.

Mo Ruxue stood quietly by and saw Xiaorou's increasingly skillful movements.

Her eyes were full of relief and joy, like the warm sunshine in spring, gentle and full of expectation.

Then, she turned her gaze to Mu Wushuang, only to see Mu Wushuang teaching Xiaorou every move seriously, without any reservation or hiding her incompetence.

Her expression was focused and devoted, every demonstration was precise and every explanation was clear.

Seeing Mu Wushuang working so hard, Mo Ruxue nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciative smile on her lips.

Just when Mo Ruxue was about to let Xiaorou take a rest, she heard her sister's voice.

"Ruxue, I'm going to recover. If Ye An wakes up... take care of yourself, Xiaorou, and the demons during this time."