Born to be a Demon (GL)

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Du Heng squinted at it.

It also looked at Du Heng.

"Ho----" and then turned and ran away.

No matter how Du Heng heard it, he felt that it snorted.

He patted the dust on his robe, pinched his hands again, and planned to continue walking in, but when he turned his head, he was almost frightened to death again.

There was a tall figure standing in the darkest part of the woods. Du Heng no longer dared to look at it curiously. He swallowed his saliva and tiptoed to the opposite direction, but he stepped over, but the figure did not move at all.

The tall dragon youth held him by the back of the collar, just like a thin chicken, and said, "Mountain Saint welcomes you."

Du Heng Xingjun was wandering around in the sky during the day, and finally plunged headlong into Bailong Meng Zhaozhong's territory. He was in the water and watched this stupid little Xingjun bumping around in the woods until the Mountain Saint ordered.

Du Heng kicked his feet in the air a few times, and said helplessly, "You good man, let me down first."

It was a young man with a tough outline, and his human form was a head taller than ordinary humans.

Du Heng looked up at him, and suddenly understood why the mountain chicken ran away just now. This person must be much stronger than the mountain chicken. Just looking at the powerful aura on his body, it is one of the best in the upper world .

It became clear at the moment, you have to keep up, so that your life can be guaranteed.

He followed Meng Zhaozhong step by step, stepping deep and shallow on the deep black soil. From time to time, he could still hear the "Jie Jie" sound of night owls on the tall trees, as well as deep roars underground, and then looked at Meng Zhaozhong's back , pinched the corner of his clothes.

Before receiving the order from the Emperor of Heaven, Du Heng Xingjun had no imagination about her at all. This person is too far away from the lives of these little Xingjuns. Now that I think about it, I will soon meet someone who is bigger than the Emperor of Heaven. However, Du Heng Xingjun had some guesses.

He thought: First of all, she should be as majestic as the emperor of heaven, making people feel like a chill; then she should have a face that surpasses anyone else. Doesn’t it mean that the longer the life, the better the god? But that’s not sure, maybe it’s an old lady What? She lived so long...

Du Heng Xingjun frowned.

Yeah, she lived so long and didn't die.

Didn’t you say that gods can’t die? So how did Nuwa and Fuxi die back then? And where did the gods come from in the first place? Who established the upper realm, and how was it selected by the emperor of heaven?

The dragon youth stopped, and Du Heng bumped his head on his back, clutching his nose in pain and spinning around.

"Here we are." Meng Zhao said seriously.

Du Heng looked up, and compared with the prosperous palace where the Emperor of Heaven lived, Shansheng lived in a thatched house with blue bricks and black tiles, and a fence around the yard, and the scene inside could be seen from the door.

He turned to look at Meng Zhaozhong, and Meng Zhaozhong made a gesture of invitation to him.

"No restrictions?"

"No."

Du Heng stuck out one foot, tested the door frame, and then walked in anxiously. Then he heard a clear and sharp dragon chant behind him, and a giant dragon roared and flew to the place where he had just come.

Du Heng: "..."

It turned out to be a dragon, and this dragon was much bigger than the ones he had seen in the upper realm. If he was a person who practiced more, he might die here. Looking at the appearance of these elves and monsters in Kunlun Mountains, the aura is incomparable. How rich is the upper bound.

Kunlun glanced at Xiao Xingjun who was lingering at the door, touched his cuffs, stroked them lightly, and then played a trick to make his cuffs look the same as usual, and put his hands on his knees .

Du Heng struggled for a while, then walked forward with lowered eyes, politely knelt down and saluted: "Young minister Du Heng, I greet the mountain sage."

no respond.

Du Heng lowered his head even lower, and crawled down, but his voice raised a lot: "Young minister Du Heng, kowtow to the mountain sage."

"Oh," just then he heard the sound of the big Buddha standing up, his clothes fluttered, and he walked back and forth in front of him. After listening to a stick of incense, Du Heng almost took the snow lotus embroidered on the hem of Kunlun's green shirt. After counting the number of stitches, Shan Sheng continued to say, "What did you just say?"

Du Heng Xingjun didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly replied again: "Young minister Du Heng, knock on the mountain sage."

"Du what?"

"Du Heng." Du Heng waited for a long time, his knees were numb, thinking that the other party was going to start asking him why he came to Kunlun Mountain, but he held back the set of words he had prepared.

"Oh," Kunlun said slowly, "Du Heng? Is that Du Heng from vanilla?"

"Huishansheng, that's right."

"What did you say?"

"I... Xiao Chen said, that's right! It's the Du Heng from Du Hengcao!"

Could this mountain sage be deaf?

Kunlun glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Okay."

So there is no more text.

Du Heng: "..."

Buddha, are you sure you really heard what I said?

☆、Chapter 3 Hey Hey

Another incense stick of time passed.

"There is grass on the mountain of the Emperor of Heaven. Its shape is like sunflower, and its smell is like weed. It is called Du Heng." Kunlun said, "Good."

Only then did Du Heng Xingjun understand that perhaps the mountain sage hadn't spoken for a long time, so his hearing and articulation had deteriorated, and he couldn't help but felt sympathy for her, and the awe of her person disappeared a lot, so he secretly looked up at the legendary characters.

At first glance, the Chujue Buddha is astonishing as a heavenly man, with fine eyebrows and graceful figure, like a work of art carefully crafted by the best sculptor in the world, who spent nearly 10 years. , everything is moving, even the fairy Heng'e in the sky will be eclipsed in front of her.

Looking at it again, I feel that this person's face seems to be very ordinary, and the green shirt and long skirt can be regarded as delicate and elegant in the world.

When he took a third look, Du Heng Xingjun felt that he couldn't see the face of this person clearly at all. All I could see was a vast expanse of whiteness.

Du Hengxing thought, this must be the real god.

In fact, since the great war 4 years ago, all the gods in the world were slaughtered by that monster, leaving only immortals, that is, the Emperor of Heaven, who can only be regarded as a demigod at best. Glory, sitting on the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.

"Why are not you talking?"

Du Heng Xingjun woke up like a dream, facing Shang Kunlun's clear eyes, he hurriedly said: "I just got a vacation, and I have been flying for ten thousand years, and I haven't entered the lower realm yet, so I plan to visit the world, but somehow got lost Please forgive me for trespassing on the holy mountain by mistake."

He had already prepared and waited for Yizhuxiang to hear the response, but Kunlun immediately asked back, "Break in by mistake?"

"Yes, yes, the minister deserves death."

"What?" She was deaf again.

"The minister deserves death."

"What's the crime?"

Du Heng: "..."

He took a deep breath, and was just about to "roar" at Kunlun about his sins, but Kunlun turned his back and said quietly, "Then how did you know that I am the Saint of the Mountain?"

Then Du Heng broke out a earth-shattering cough.

"Shan... Shansheng, you... what did you just say? Xiaochen...cough cough cough...didn't hear clearly."

"I said..."

"Sage of the Mountain, please give me instructions."

Kunlun Ruyan's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, "You little stars, why do you have the same bad ears as me, an old thing who has lived for so long and hasn't died? I think this heaven, I'm afraid it's a It's getting worse every day."

Why do these words sound so familiar?

Du Heng laughed so hard that his face stiffened, and he even claimed yes.

"I just asked you, how did you know that I am the Saint of the Mountain?"