Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

When he was still alive, he had heard the saying: Man has three souls.After death, one soul returns to heaven, one soul returns to hell, and one soul wanders among the cemeteries.At the time of reincarnation, the three souls reunited, reincarnated, and went to a new body.

He wasn't that troublesome, he just closed his eyes when he died.The soul was not divided into three parts at all, and it fell directly into the underworld.

He squeezed among countless silent souls, lined up, moving slowly and dullly, waiting to get a night's soup from Po Meng by the bridge, end his previous life, and go to reincarnation.

After some time, it was his turn to drink soup.However, when he took the soup bowl, he hesitated.The memory that was about to be obliterated with this bowl of thin soup was dying, and it was crashing fiercely in his soul, making him extremely uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do.

Who told himself to die?No matter how powerful that person is, he can't bring me back to life.he thought, touching his neck lightly with almost transparent fingers.

If I'm going to die, what will that person do?

He was a little sad, frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and suddenly poured the soup into his mouth.

Brined.

Before he finished reading the words in his heart, he suddenly felt a force pushing against his back, and his body suddenly leaned forward, half of the Mengpo soup slid down his throat, and half of it was sprayed directly onto the mouth. On Po Meng's body in front of her.

Po Meng's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. "What are you doing?" She shook off the water from her clothes, raised her head, looked coldly and sullenly over his transparent body, and looked at the person behind him who pushed him hard.

The man said nothing.When he wanted to look back to see who was so cheap doing things in the underworld, he felt his waist and legs being grabbed and folded fiercely.

Before he had time to say a word, his soul was rolled into a ball, and he was held in the arms of the man forcibly.

The feeling of being folded upside down by someone's limbs is not pleasant, he almost spit the half bowl of Mengpo soup he just swallowed on the man's chest, but he couldn't hear what Granny Meng yelled, what the man said .

The feeling of dizziness continued until the eyes became slightly brighter.A faint aroma of herbs floated around his nasal cavity, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The strange bed curtain imprinted in his eyes.

Is it strange?Or not.he thought blankly.That Meng Po's soup really works.Not long after drinking it, he didn't remember anything.

"You're awake." A lazy voice came from his head.The voice seemed unwilling to talk to him, dragging a long tune slowly.

He didn't speak.

"Do you remember when you died?" the voice asked.

I still remember it.he thinks.

"That's good." The voice could hear his thoughts directly, "You are alive again now."

He didn't know why he felt a little tired.I closed my eyes again.

"You got a chance." The voice said slowly, "Now you have transmigrated into the demon king. As long as you maintain his identity and don't be discovered, you can live forever. Sounds good?"

He was silent.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the voice asked, "Do you know what the Demon Lord is?"

I know.he thinks.The most powerful person in the demon world, the villain, specializes in fighting against the immortals.

What the hell, he even forgot his own name, but he still remembered some messy novel settings.This Mengpo soup is really specialized in art.

"It's good to know." The voice said. "The body you passed through is called Zhao Xuehan. It is handsome and powerful. It is the supreme being in the demon world that everyone fears. You, a pawn who doesn't know where you came from, are not happy to get this body after death?"

I don't like to hear that.He closed his eyes and thought, it's none of my business whether you look good or not.If you die, you will die, and you will wear it on someone else in a daze. It is such a trouble, I don’t even have time to cry.Can you let me go and let me reincarnate quickly?

"..." Seeing that he looked like a dead pig, the voice couldn't help but fell silent.After a while, a sentence came from his mind.

"If you act honestly as this Demon Lord, someone will give you what you want before you die."

The voice shortened its intonation a little, sounding less languid.

His heart skipped a beat and he opened his eyes.

Although he no longer remembers what he wanted before he died, this sentence has an inexplicable attraction to him.

"Really?" he asked.

"It's true, of course we have to wait until you agree to become a demon king." The voice resumed its drawling tone, which made people want to hit it.

He was silent for a while.

Anyway, sooner or later he will die, why not agree to see it.he thinks.

"Okay." The voice said in a sticky voice, "From today onwards, you will be Demon Venerable Zhao Xuehan."

He nodded lightly on the pillow.Zhao Xuehan's name, although it is a Demon Lord, looks cold, but it looks a bit delicate, like the name of a fairy girl.

From today onwards, he is Zhao Xuehan.

He lay flat on the bed, and before he was ready for the fact that he became Zhao Xuehan, he felt the mattress beside him sink slightly. He was startled, quickly corrected his expression, and looked up slightly. .

A young man in a plain robe was sitting by the bed, looking at him with a worried expression.

When Zhao Xuehan saw the man's face, he felt as if a small fire was lit in front of him, and it became brighter.

A handsome man.

The man was tall and tall, with delicate features and clear eyes, his eyes were as clear as water.Even if Zhao Xuehan didn't have any memories of his previous life, he knew that this man was an extremely good-looking person, his appearance must have surpassed all the men he had seen before his death.

Seeing Zhao Xuehan raised his eyes to look at him, the handsome man slightly bent the corners of his mouth, his worried expression eased a bit.

"You're awake." He said softly, his voice was like an early spring breeze blowing on his face, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Zhao Xuehan probably had never been cared for by such a handsome man in his previous life, his whole body stiffened unnaturally.

"Who is he?" He couldn't help asking secretly in his heart.

"He's Wen Tiandong, Moxiu." The voice replied lazily.

"Demon cultivator?" Although someone who can stay in the demon's room and sit on the demon's bed is definitely not a decent person, but Zhao Xuehan can't believe that this seemingly gentle and innocent beauty is a licentious person, for the sake of A demon cultivator who uses all his strength.

"Anyone can be a demon cultivator. Demon cultivators don't have a lot of pictures. To be honest, they might have already eaten a few people in the village." The voice said.

"It's you. You are a demon king. There are countless demon cultivators who want to kill you, and the immortals and priests don't like you. If they find out that your core has been changed, they will definitely use this opportunity to get rid of you .”

It paused: "So you have to be careful, don't judge people by their appearance, and don't expose yourself. If someone finds out your identity quickly and kills you, you will lose such a good body in vain."

Zhao Xuehan silently listened to the instructing voice in his head.Wen Tiandong saw that he was half propped up, his eyes were dull, and he kept silent. He squinted his eyes and observed carefully for a while, then smiled, helped him to sit up, and then touched his face.

Wen Tiandong's fingertips were cool and soft, with a slight herbal smell.Zhao Xuehan shivered involuntarily, and straightened his back.Wen Tiandong lowered his eyebrows.

"Don't be nervous." He said softly, and patted Zhao Xuehan's back comfortingly, "It's okay, I'll pour you a cup of tea." After finishing speaking, he got up and walked towards a small tea table in the corner of the room.

"It's dangerous for you to do this." The voice sounded in Zhao Xuehan's mind again, "Well, in order to let you live longer, I will give you a skill for free. You choose one of these two skills. One is One is the mind reading technique, and the other is the eye first technique."

"I know the mind-reading technique," Zhao Xuehan said, "What is the eye-sight technique?"

"The abbreviation for the technique of landing the heads of everyone in front of you in the blink of an eye." The voice replied.

What a trick!Zhao Xuehan clicked his tongue, looked at the back of Wen Tiandong in front of him, and touched his neck again.

The attack range of this eye attack is too wide, and it is too arbitrary and violent. It will inevitably kill innocent people indiscriminately. Zhao Xuehan thought, but the mind reading technique can read the thoughts of the people around him and prevent problems before they happen. The image in mind is convenient for role-playing.

"Let's choose mind reading," he said.

The voice did not speak.Zhao Xuehan only felt his eyes light up suddenly, and he returned to normal.

Wen Tiandong held a cup of tea and handed it to him.He takes the teacup.The tea in the cup is steaming, but the wall of the cup is cold.Wen Tiandong lightly tapped the edge of the cup with his fingers, and the water vapor instantly faded a bit.

"Drink it," he said.

Zhao Xuehan looked up at Wen Tiandong, and Wen Tiandong also looked at him with a smile on his face.In the air next to his temple, a line of small official script characters gradually took shape.

It's "really interesting." Four words.

"This is mind reading." The voice said, "What you see is what Wen Tiandong is thinking at this time."

Zhao Xuehan nodded, and when he raised the tea to take it to the mouth, he looked at the words next to Wen Tiandong's head worriedly.

Wen Tiandong blinked and smiled again.That word became "Not poisonous, drink it."

Zhao Xuehan frowned slightly.This is not right.he thinks.Can mind reading see this kind of mental activity?Is Wen Tiandong reading my heart or I reading his heart?

Still feeling uneasy, Zhao Xuehan didn't dare to drink tea, but just took a sip pretendingly, and put the teacup back.

Seeing that he didn't drink much tea, Wen Tiandong shook his head slightly, and sat next to Zhao Xuehan again.He propped himself on the bed with one hand, and lightly climbed onto Zhao Xuehan's forehead with the other.

"You don't look very well, do you still want to sleep for a while?" Wen Tiandong whispered softly, then smiled with narrowed eyes.

"I can sleep with you."

Zhao Xuehan trembled and almost tore his sleeves.At the same time, there was a loud bang in his head.

I knew it!Zhao Xuehan pretended to be calm and coughed twice, his heart was overwhelmed, and I said how could this beautiful man be in Mozun's room for no reason.This Demon Lord is really beautiful and blessed!

Wen Tiandong pursed his lips, his eyes flickered, and the floating small characters instantly changed into "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha".

Zhao Xuehan was still wondering why he was laughing, so Wen Tiandong rubbed against him.He gently put his hand on Zhao Xuehan's, then slowly closed it and held it.

Zhao Xuehan's whole body was stiff, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but she was afraid that it would not match the original image of the Demon Lord, so she sat there at a loss, letting Wen Tiandong pull her hand to her chest.

Wen Tiandong blinked, and slowly opened two thin pale lips. Just as he was about to speak, there was a loud bang from the door.

A tall man knocked open the door and walked in.Wen Tiandong immediately withdrew his hand.

This man was dressed in black, his face was carved like a knife, and his black hair was simply tied up.He had no expression on his face, stared straight at Zhao Xuehan, walked in front of him with big strides, and stabilized his figure.

"Where is he?" The man opened his mouth to speak, apparently asking Zhao Xuehan.But that voice was as indifferent and hard as ice, with a touch of questioning.

Zhao Xuehan obviously didn't know what the man was asking, so he couldn't help but froze.

The man seemed extremely dissatisfied with this brief moment of stupefaction.His pair of sword eyebrows were raised instantly.

In an instant, Zhao Xuehan felt a gust of wind blowing towards him, and when the wind was about to touch his skin, it suddenly stopped in the air.

A trace of blood came to Zhao Xuehan's nose.A thin bloodstain appeared on his throat. The blood dripped, but it didn't flow to the ground, but stuck to the air smoothly, as if it was stained with an invisible sword, and the blade was pressing tightly against it. On Zhao Xuehan's neck.

Zhao Xuehan swallowed his saliva lightly, and the wound in his throat began to feel a slight pain.He felt a viscous mist of blood gushing out from his dark and boundless memory, making his body tremble uncontrollably.

"Congratulations." The voice in your head said softly, "You have mastered the demon's first skill 'mind reading'. In order to live perfectly as the demon, you must learn the remaining 999 skills mastered by the demon's predecessor. a skill."

"Among them, the person in front of you is Yan Ke, the demon cultivator. He has mastered the 'eye first technique'. Please learn this skill from him within three days. There is no limit to the method."

"Otherwise, it will be deemed that you are not suitable for using the demon's body, and your soul will be destroyed directly."