The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

There is no window, no light, only the perpetual mermaid lamp flickering in the room.

I don't know where this small room exists, and I don't know what the scenery outside it is.

Qi Chen woke up from the bed, and couldn't help coughing when he sat up.

The wound on his abdomen had already healed, but the roots had been completely destroyed. Without treatment, and being corroded by the devil energy all day long, his condition had reached an extremely dangerous level.

Even waking up every morning is a miracle in a sense.

He tried his best to prop up his body, and just sat down at the table when the door of the room opened.

The boy's voice came to his ears as usual.

"lunch."

He looked up, but was stunned.

It was still the young man standing at the door, but he was wearing a dark grand costume. The clothes were outlined with complex patterns with gold and silver threads, which made the young man's face look like a crown jade, making him look even better.

Qi Chen had never seen such a young man.

Counting from the time he left Lancang Continent, he did not know how many days he had spent in this room, and every time the boy brought a day's meals in.

He has seen a seriously injured boy, a boy with bruises all over his body, and a boy in ragged clothes, and he has witnessed little by little that the injuries on Xiao Wutong's body are getting fewer and fewer, and the clothes on his body are getting better and better.

But I have never seen such a grandly dressed boy.

Xiao Wutong didn't notice this at all.

He put the food box on the table, but instead of leaving directly like before, he stood aside and waited.

Qi Chen took out the meal, but keenly realized that there was only one meal here.

He didn't make a sound, just ate silently.

Xiao Wutong didn't speak either.

He just stood there, watching Qi Chen put the food into his mouth.

He didn't speak until the other party had finished their meal and put down the bowls and chopsticks.

"Tomorrow... I won't come to deliver food."

Qi Chen raised his head and looked at the boy.

Black hair hangs down the back of his head, winding on the ground, the corners of his devil-infected eyes are sickly red, and there are violent red blood in his eyes, and his skin is as white as the snow of Tianjianmen.

The outside world has changed, but Xiao Wutong is still the same.

"it is good."

The man replied.

The young man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, he walked over and wanted to take away the lunch box, but when his fingertips touched the bowl and chopsticks, Qi Chen pulled him back in an instant.

The strength of mortals is almost nothing, any monk can break free easily, but Xiao Wutong can't.

"You're wearing the wrong clothes and your hair isn't combed."

Qi Chen couldn't laugh.

When he was young, he could still smile, but the deeper he cultivated the Wuqing sword, the weaker his feelings became. Later, he couldn't even smile anymore.

Qi Chen didn't care, and he didn't have too many emotions to express with a smile or anger.

But every time I see the boy brought up by Xiaodouding, I feel annoyed again.

It would be great if I could laugh naturally like other people.

In that case, Wutong will see a smiling face.

The child had never seen a smiling face that truly cared for him.

But he couldn't laugh, even if he forced it, it was as stiff as a mask.

I can only try my best to soften my voice so as not to scare the boy.

"Let me tidy up for you."

Xiao Wutong was a little surprised, he stared at his round eyes, and in the blink of an eye, all the unfathomable things he had practiced in the devil world were forgotten, as if he had become the simple and ignorant child again.

He didn't want to agree at first, but by accident, he heard himself say: "Okay."

When he realized it, he was already at the table, and there was a mirror turned out of nowhere in front of him, which just reflected his upper body.

The black hair was held in the palms of a pair of pale and powerful hands, and a dark wooden comb combed the hair finely from top to bottom.

He looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a little dazed.

The perennial merman lamp elongated his shadow and reflected it on the ground, overlapping with the person behind him, unexpectedly calm.

Calm and cozy.

This is a feeling that Xiao Wutong has not experienced for a long, long time.

The Demon Realm is no better than the Lancang Continent.

All the monks gathered here are fickle, greedy, and bloodthirsty demons.

They regard killing as the foundation of their way, and indiscriminate killing of innocent people is almost the norm. It is extremely difficult to take root here.

When he first entered the Demon Realm, he only had a few thousand demon cultivators captured in the teleportation formation, which was really weak and pitiful compared to the vast Demon Realm.

At that time, the nine Great Demon Lords were in charge of the Demon Realm together, and each of them was an old monster on the verge of crossing the catastrophe period. His cultivation might be slightly worse than his, but his experience had thousands of years more.

In the memory of the first days, there is only killing.

Endless killings, even dreams were stained with blood, turning into flowing red.

He has also been injured before, and the endless insidious methods of the magic cultivator are hard to guard against. In the most difficult moment, even the thought of revenge was slightly weakened by the cruel reality.

Being targeted by an unscrupulous world is not a good thing.

There were fewer and fewer people under him, and for a while, he couldn't even afford to eat.

But Qi Chen never stopped eating for a day.

Every time I see this person, my heart that is riddled with holes starts beating again.

As long as he thinks of this person's betrayal, as long as he thinks of getting along day and night, no matter how tired he is, the flame of revenge will start to burn.

The fever was so strong that he couldn't remember the pain in his body anymore.

The hair was tied up on the top of the head, revealing a delicate and evil face.

"I'm going to attack Lancang Continent."

Xiao Wutong sat on the chair.

The mirror in front of him reflected his slightly flustered expression, but he could only see the simple white clothes behind him.

What are you thinking now, brother?

The Lancang Continent, which would rather betray him and protect it, is now about to be destroyed by him.

How does he feel?

The fingers in the mirror did not tremble in the slightest, and she skillfully tied a flower and tied her long black hair on top of her head.

He finally bent down, revealing half of his face in the mirror.

A cold voice whispered in his ears.

Xiao Wutong couldn't suppress the surprised expression.

The room was deserted.

Qi Chen put the wooden comb on the table and was about to walk back to the bed when he suddenly took a deep breath.

He collapsed suddenly.

On the cold ground, the man tried his best to maintain his image.

Even though the severe pain spread to every corner of his limbs, even though the devilish energy never stopped eroding his body.

Ke Tianjianmen's senior brother, Wutong's senior brother.

To always be a person who will not fall down and show weakness.

He fell down, how will Wutong stand up.

Wutong is a soft and kind boy. When he woke up from the blindness of hatred, he found out what he had done.

What a breakdown it would be.

This can't happen.

Certainly not.

A lamp like a bean.

Not half a person can be reflected.

Only the sound of violent breathing reminded that there were still people here.

Xiao Wutong walked slowly.

The Chinese clothes embroidered with gold and silver threads stretched out their long tails, covering the entire steps.

Every majestic demon cultivator standing on the steps bowed their heads deeply to him.

He finally reached the high platform.

Turn around and stand up.

Under the high platform, dense crowds of demons covered the entire square, and even the mountains in the distance were uniformly pitch black.

Xiao Wutong lowered his eyes.

Moxiu knelt down on one knee.

The entire demon world knelt at his feet.

The mountain echoes the sea.

"Welcome to the Lord!"

Demons are free, unfettered, and do whatever they want.

They seldom wear neat and uniform uniforms and salute a certain figure in a proper manner.

Even in death, the devil would not kneel down for anyone.

But this one can.

They can put on a dark and dull uniform for him, link up uniform slogans for him, kneel down on one knee for him, with their heads on the ground, with the most loyal hearts.

The form of the demon world changes in thousands of ways, and it is difficult for a demon cultivator to have sincerity.

I don't know how much hard work and achievements I have to make to make the big devil world obey this young man.

But the young man was in trouble.

"The time has come."

"The deity orders you."

"Present Lancang Continent as a gift!"

Silence spread throughout the square.

The demon cultivators raised their heads, and countless pairs of eyes looked devoutly at the young man on the high platform.

His appearance will always stay in the moment of madness.

But so what.

This is their Demon Lord.

The only and strongest demon in the demon world!

"We—"

"You must fulfill your mission!!"

"Bring Lancang Continent to the imperial court!!!"

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, blowing the boy's hair into a mess.

He raised his head slightly, the gloomy sky of the Demon Realm reflected in his eyes.

Qi Chen's voice suddenly sounded next to his ear.

Together with the half of the face in the mirror, it emerged together.

Congratulations, the flag is off to a successful start.