Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

Xie Jingshu knew it would be difficult to leave. If he were not the Crown Prince, he could do whatever he wanted in the Demon Realm.

But he has the dragon clan behind him, and his every move affects the fate of the dragon clan.

He took Ye Fengci back to the palace and fell into deep thought while looking at the two pieces of Yun Ning Tianmu.

Ye Fengci stepped forward and asked, "Master, what is this?" "The Yun Ning Tian Wood, an ancient divine object?"

Xie Jingshu still answered him. Yun Ning Tian Mu was a divine object, and there was no record in the book about what it would be like if it was created. He was in a dilemma as to whether it would be the same as a real person. "What's the use?"

Xie Jingshu threw a piece of Tianmu to him and said, "It's very useful. I can make another you out of it."

Ye Fengci was choked, "Really?"

Xie Jingshu still felt it was necessary to give it a try. No matter how cunning the Demon Lord was, he would never have thought that just a drop of blood and a wisp of Ye Fengci's consciousness would be enough.

"Don't believe it?" Xie Jingshu took the wood back.

Ye Fengci stopped him and said, "Then he will stay with me. Master, can you recognize me?"

"Yes, he created your body, but he doesn't have your memory."

Xie Jingshu had slowly transformed Tianmu into a little man shape, and thought of it in his mind according to Ye Fengci's appearance. From sunrise to dusk, the glow of the clouds shone over the demon world, sprinkling a layer of golden purple on the ground.

But the two of them had no intention of appreciating this rare beauty of the demon world.

Tianmu is already half the height of Ye Fengci, and his appearance and body are exactly the same as his.

Ye Fengci sat there staring at this piece of wood that looked like him but also seemed different from him.

"Does Tianmu have a soul?" Xie Jingshu said simply, "I don't know. This is the first time I've seen this thing."

As he was speaking, the Yunningtianmu had grown to the same height as Ye Fengci.

"come over,"

"What?" Xie Jingshu did not answer. He cut a small wound on Ye Fengci's hand, letting the blood drip onto Tianmu's forehead.

"It hurts," the young man lying on the couch moved his eyelids slightly. Xie Jingshu extracted a little of Ye Fengci's spiritual consciousness and put it into Tianmu's heart, so that Tianmu would behave similarly to Ye Fengci.

But Xie Jingshu didn't know that every inch of Ye Fengci's soul was filled with the deepest attachment and love for Xie Jingshu. The young man on the couch got the soul and blood, and slowly opened his eyes. When Xie Jingshu looked at him, his heart trembled. The young man's first words were,

"Hug me," he reached out to hug Xie Jingshu, but was pushed away by Ye Fengci.

"What are you?"

"Why are you scolding me?"

The young man on the couch was not angry at all, he just asked incomprehensible questions and wanted to hold Xie Jingshu's hand.

asked, "Who are you? Can I hug you?" Xie Jingshu felt that Ye Fengci seemed more polite.

He was more obedient, so he took the initiative to hug him, but was he his master? What was the relationship between him and him?

Xie Jingshu had just held him for a short while when Ye Fengci pulled him over and said, "We should go now."

The boy didn't understand, and his eyes were much more childish than Ye Fengci's. "Where are you going?"

Ye Fengci said, "You go out for a walk first."

The boy didn't want to listen to him, "Who are you? Why should I listen to you?"

He has no memories, but he retains the same stubbornness and deepest love as Ye Fengci, but he has a soul that is somewhat different from Ye Fengci.

Ye Fengci said, "Just go out if I tell you to. Stop talking nonsense." "I'm not going out."

The young man was not to be outdone, but his tone was as calm as Xie Jingshu's. Xie Jingshu signaled Ye Fengci not to speak.

He opened his mouth and said softly, "Can you go out for a walk, just one walk?"

The boy immediately stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go." He pushed open the door and saw the densely packed demon soldiers. He was a little confused.

He wanted to ask Xie Jingshu what happened outside, but Xie Jingshu was talking to Ye Fengci, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Sure enough, wherever he went, a large group of demon soldiers and demon cultivators followed him. He knew nothing and could only do what Xie Jingshu said.

Turning back, he saw Xie Jingshu breaking the barrier. After two moves, the barrier was broken. Xie Jingshu said to Ye Fengci, "Let's go."

He pushed Ye Fengci out of the barrier. The Demon Lord had already arrived here. Seeing Ye Fengci still there, he wondered if he had been deceived by the Demon Pillar.

Seeing Ye Fengci leaving, Xie Jingshu smiled and said, "Goodbye, Demon Lord."

He flew away and disappeared in the sky above Wujin. The young man tried desperately to shake off the demon soldiers and did not notice that Xie Jingshu had left.

When the Demon Lord brought him back to the place where Xie Jingshu was no longer there,

The boy asked anxiously, "Where did he go? Where did he go?"

The Demon Lord said indifferently, "He doesn't want you anymore. He has returned to his dragon clan. You are a member of the demon clan. Why are you following him every day? Come on, brother will take you out to play."

"Brother?" The Demon Lord had a questioning look in his eyes. Ye Fengci scolded him yesterday, but he seemed to be a different person today.

"Yeah, don't you recognize me?"

"I don't recognize you,"

The Demon Lord asked, "What new method have you and he come up with to escape? Is this your new trick?"

As he was about to take him back to the palace, the young man stubbornly refused to leave, "Let me go, I want to go find him,"

The demon king didn't care that he kicked and beat like a child, and took him to the palace where he lived.

The boy asked, "Why is that person gone?" The Demon Lord looked at the boy as if he were a fool, "Isn't that person you?"

"No, there were three people just now, I remember." The Demon Lord couldn't sit still, "What? Three people?"

"Yes, did he take that man with him?"

The boy was still thinking about why, when the demon suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted him up with one hand.

"what are you?"

Tianmu had not practiced, and although he was a divine object, he did not have much power. The spiritual power he used was like tickling the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord had completely changed.

There was only ruthlessness on his face. "Tell me, who are you?" The boy's face was swollen with blood from being pinched, and he was almost unable to breathe.

"Let me go..." The demon king guessed what kind of person he was.

He used his magic power to strike the boy's chest, trying to turn him back to his original form. The boy spat out blood and the Demon Lord threw him to the ground.

He could only lie on the ground spitting blood. Once the Heavenly Wood was shaped into a human body, it would be impossible to restore it into Heavenly Wood again, even if his spiritual power was dissipated and his bones and blood were separated.

The demon king didn't know, he just felt that he didn't hit hard enough, the spiritual power on the divine object was even purer, the demon king absorbed the spiritual energy from him, tears came out of the boy's eyes,

However, the same eyes, the tears flowing down were transparent. He wiped away the tears stubbornly and asked, "Why do you do this to me?"

"what are you?"

"I don't know, I'm going to find him, I'm going to find him,"

The young man ran out of the door. The Demon Lord called the guardian and said coldly, "Take him to the dungeon and see what he has become."

“Yes, Demon Lord,” the left and right guardians received the Demon Lord’s order and carried the boy, who was almost unable to walk, out. The boy wanted to resist, but the Demon Lord bound him with his spiritual power. “Why? Why? Why are you doing this to me!!”

The demon king's two palms were not light, and the boy's bones were almost broken. Soon, he was taken to the dungeon by the left and right guardians, and his hands and legs were tied to the cold iron frame. The left and right guardians were like fierce ghosts, without any mercy, using magic energy to extract the spiritual power from his body.

After a long time, the boy fainted, and the ice water splashed on him to wake him up. The whip full of magic power fell down and beat him until his skin was torn and his flesh was broken.

The air was filled not with the smell of blood, but with the unique fragrance of plants and trees. The boy didn't know what he had done wrong to deserve such a severe punishment. His torn skin was turned outwards pitifully.

"I'm going to find him, find...him,"

You gave me a soul that loves you and a consciousness that loves you, but where have you gone?

The boy didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. He was extremely aggrieved but refused to cry. He must have a reason. Maybe someone would come to rescue him tomorrow.

He finally fainted after being unable to hold on any longer. He waited for a day and a night, but all he got was a bucket of ice water...