I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Zhang Heng himself also put on Feng Xiaoliu’s coat and headdress, as well as Yuan Bing. His hairstyle was slightly modified. A cursory look at the whole person, under the dim light in the cave, it turned out that Feng Xiaoliu really had seven. Eight-point alike.

Then, he dug a deep hole deep in the cave and buried the bodies of Feng Xiaoliu and the other three people in it. At the same time, try to clean up the battle traces left by everyone.

Wait until we are ready to stop. The sky is getting dark.

Zhang Heng has not relaxed.

Then, based on his previous memory, he began to imitate the speech and behavior of Xuefeng Xiaoliu.

Imitating a person, looks alike, clothes and accessories are exactly the same, but it's just the most basic imitation.

Such imitation can deceive those who have not seen the person, but if the other party has seen the person being imitated, it is far from enough to just look the same and the clothes and accessories are the same.

Because if you pay a little attention, you will find that everyone is actually a unique existence.

Just the way a person speaks is a world of difference. What regional accent does this person's voice have, whether this person's voice is strong, sharp, soft, or rigid.

Is this person's tone circumflex, or flat and straightforward, without ups and downs.

Is this person's speech speed as fast as an arrow of a dash, or is the speech rate slow, or is it fast and sometimes slow?

These are all things imitators need to consider.

This is just a matter of language. Other things include the look on the face of the person being imitated, the reaction to the situation, the posture of walking...

All of this is what Zhang Heng needs to get closer to Feng Xiaoliu himself.

Brother Shu Mingyue saw Zhang Hen alone talking to herself for a while, dancing and dancing, and stupefied for a while, motionless in a daze.

Sometimes, Zhang Heng would stop and imitate a paragraph of Feng Xiaoliu's words or actions, and let his brother Shu Mingyue give an evaluation.

After all, Shu Mingyue and Feng Xiaoliu spent much more time in contact with Zhang Heng.

At the beginning, her brother Shu Mingyue was not optimistic about Zhang Heng’s imitating, because she just listened and looked at it at will, and felt that the other party and Feng Xiaoliu were completely two people. The difference between the two is simply One is in the sky and the other is on the ground.

But slowly, as Zhang Heng tirelessly practiced, corrected, and imitated.

Gradually, when her brother Shu Mingyue was speaking in Zhang Heng, she heard the frivolity of Feng Xiaoliu.

When elder brother Shu Mingyue looked at Zhang Heng's face, on his face, he also found something unique to Feng Xiaoliu.

When my brother Shu Mingyue watched Zhang Heng walking, he was also on Zhang Heng's body, and he saw Feng Xiaoliu's leisurely content.

Later, I don’t know how many times I have imitated, corrected, repeated and repeated.

Finally, when her brother Shu Mingyue closed her eyes and listened to Zhang Heng’s words, what sounded in her ears was not Zhang Heng’s voice at all. Instead, she immediately felt that it was not Zhang Heng who was talking in her ear at the moment. But Feng Xiaoliu himself.

When her brother Shu Mingyue opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Heng, who was walking towards her step by step in the dim flames, she couldn’t help but feel that the person who came across was not Zhang Heng, but already The dead Feng Xiaoliu himself.

Such a discovery made her brother Shu Mingyue extremely surprised, and she couldn't help blinking her eyes.

But when she opened her eyes, she saw Zhang Heng walking in front of her again, and seeing the flashy and frivolous look on Zhang Heng's face, her brother Shu Mingyue opened her mouth in surprise.

Because of this expression, she had only seen Feng Xiaoliu's face.

When Feng Xiaoliu is talking, his voice will appear slippery, and when he is not talking, his face will always have this flashy and frivolous expression.

Because of this expression, brother Shu Mingyue even ignored Zhang Heng's face.

Zhang Heng's face was thin and sharp, which made people feel angry and felt a sense of dedication and confidence from the heart.

Feng Xiaoliu's face is slightly rounded, the lines are softer, and the eyebrows are more feminine.

The faces of the two are actually quite different. Even with the blessing of the same hairstyle, the difference is also hard to ignore.

But it was because of the expression on Zhang Heng's face that was exactly the same as Feng Xiaoliu's, that made her brother Shu Mingyue almost recognize Zhang Heng as Feng Xiaoliu.

Brother Shu Mingyue believed that even if he didn't know that Zhang Heng had fallen out with Feng Xiaoliu in advance, she would never realize that the person in front of him was actually not Feng Xiaoliu.

Ge Shu Mingyue believed even more that that mysterious client would not spend more time with Feng Xiaoliu than her.

If she didn't even see that Feng Xiaoliu was pretending to be someone else for a while.

She didn't believe that the client could see through Zhang Heng's disguise at a glance.

Thinking of this, she looked at Zhang Heng's expression and gradually became solemn.

Because she realized more and more that the person in front of her was indeed a little different from the people she had seen before.

Zhang Heng's talent, among the people she has met, is not a person who is outstanding and small in sight.

But Zhang Heng's diligence, his ability to learn, and his ability to adapt to change, among her peers, she found that she could not find anyone and was able to compare with Zhang Heng.

Not even she herself.

Brother Shu Mingyue discovered early on that the more talented people are, the more intelligent people are.

But the smarter people are, the more they like to take tricks, the more they look down on those who work hard, and the less willing to bleed, sweat, and expend countless energy to practice assiduously.

Therefore, the strongest people of an era are often not those who are extremely intelligent. On the contrary, many people who do not think they are smart, can sink their hearts, and practice assiduously. After years and years, they slowly practice and go through countless blood and blood. After the wind, finally boarded the pinnacle of the times.

Brother Shu Mingyue looked at Zhang Heng in front of her, her eyes suddenly became brilliant, she suddenly thought: "Will this person in front of me one day in the future, step through the rain of swords and blood, and finally reach the peak of the temporary generation?"

Ge Shu Mingyue was still thinking wildly. At this moment, Zhang Heng asked again: "Miss Geshu, do you think my imitation now looks like Feng Xiaoliu?"

As soon as Zhang Heng spoke, his accent immediately exuded a slick tone that was extremely annoying for many people.

Zhang Heng didn't even deliberately imitated Feng Xiaoliu, but the slick worldly sophistication revealed in the voice still made people listen, and he couldn't help but think of Feng Xiaoliu himself.

Brother Shu Mingyue heard the voice of the other party, and knew that he was Zhang Heng, still involuntarily feeling an uncontrollable disgust in his heart.

Zhang Heng has already imitated Feng Xiaoliu's voice to the three points of Rumu, and he has grasped the essence of Feng Xiaoliu's discourse.

Not just talking, but Feng Xiaoliu's speech and behavior, Zhang Heng has found the key and core of it.

It can even be said that now Zhang Heng is Feng Xiaoliu, and Feng Xiaoliu is Zhang Heng.

I am afraid that Feng Xiaoliu is reborn, and when he hears Zhang Heng's voice, he will certainly not be able to hear any flaws in it.

After that, the two even changed their mutual titles to Feng Xiaoliu and Girl.

Zhang Heng pretended to be Feng Xiaoliu, so my brother Shu Mingyue wanted to call Zhang Heng Feng Xiaoliu.

In fact, Boss Cui and his brother Shu Mingyue have always regarded them as girls.

They had entered the state in advance before the client arrived.

Because they don't know when the client will arrive, the two can only enter the state in advance.

The two of them waited for two days and two nights.

In these two days and two nights, Zhang Heng also went out to eat some game nearby to feed the two of them.

After eating the barbecue made by Zhang Heng, my brother Shu Mingyue treats Zhang Heng with admiration.

She did not expect that Zhang Heng not only has good talents, but also has excellent self-learning ability, and even his cooking skills are unexpectedly good.

Just feel free to add some grass leaves, bark, and wild fruits that are picked at will in the barbecue.

The game that was a bit greasy, turned into a delicacy in an instant.

This is simply turning decay into magic!

During the rest of the two days, Zhang Heng spent the rest of the time practicing the "Qi Refining Jue", hoping to improve his cultivation level as much as possible before the freshman trial.

After all, there are many ways to improve combat power, but the foundation of everything is still the realm of bravery.

Without the support of a strong brave realm, no matter how much the other things are made into a mess, it doesn't make much sense.

In the face of the realm of the brave, everything is floating clouds.

It was also these two days of hard practice that allowed Zhang Heng's brave rank to achieve success at the pinnacle level of Qi refining, and to reach the perfect level of Qi refining.

After reaching Consummation, Zhang Heng looked at himself inwardly and intuitively gained another improvement in his physical fitness in all aspects.

At this moment, Zhang Heng and Zhang Heng also experienced thousands of hardships. When brother Shu Mingyue couldn't help but want to give up, they finally waited for the client's arrival.

Outside the cave, a middle-aged man who is tall and thin like a bamboo pole with a sallow complexion, towering cheekbones, and a two-character mustache on his upper lip. At this moment, he is lying prone behind a towering old tree, and patiently watching the entrance to the cave and in the cave There was a noise from Zhang Heng and the two.

A pair of triangular eyes flickered in the middle-aged. He has been here for two days, and he has been on this towering tree for two full days.

In two days, he did not close his eyes once, and slept once. Even the posture of the two of them lying on the tree trunk hasn't changed much.

The eyes of the middle-aged man kept staring at the opposite side unblinkingly.

His ears are always listening to all the sounds in the cave.

He even heard the heartbeat and breathing of two people in the cave.

Many people think he is wasting time, but he never thinks so.

There were originally many people who came out to do this kind of thing in the same issue with him.

But now, most of them have turned into a pile of dead bones and have been buried in the ground hastily. Some of them have been crushed to pieces, frustrated and ashes, and have no place to be buried.

It's not because those people are too stupid.

Relatively speaking, middle-aged talents are the dumbest among this group of people.