The white bone puppet is usually without demonic energy.

It is difficult for ordinary disciples to detect it in time.

As an ordinary person, Chen Mu actually sensed it in advance, which was too strange.

"Forehead……"

Chen Mu smiled bitterly, "I suddenly felt a sense in my heart. I can't say this feeling, but I feel it anyway."

induction?

Zhuge Fengchu fell into thought.

Could it be that this kid has the "innate inspiration" that monks envy the most?

If that's the case, then...

Thinking of this, Zhuge Fengchu's face became ugly again, as dark as the bottom of the pot, as if someone owed him two hundred and five.

He was more handsome than him and recognized him.

There is nothing I can do about my brain than him.

Now there is a 'innate inspiration'! Is this still allowed to live? Could this guy be the chosen son of God?

Zhuge Fengchu took a breath and looked at the misty sky with an unprecedented solemn expression.

"This son is my strong enemy!"
Chapter completed!