Heavenly Thunder strikes me down, and I become a Disaster Demon Lord

The visitor walked into the room directly after saying hello, without hesitation, opened the folding fan with a "wow", and smiled lightly: "I just ran into your new favorite little beauty, crying so much that I feel pity for it Yes, why did you drive people out again?"

The word "again" made Lin Feng feel relieved. The real Demon Lord is really surly and unpredictable. He has done such things more than once or twice.

"Don't you like it?" The man thought for a while, "Well, just drive away, and I'll go down the mountain tomorrow to pick some cute ones for you..." After finishing speaking, he said shallowly He narrowed his eyes, "That A Luan, does he need to be dealt with?"

The murderous intent implied in the laughing words made Lin Feng's heart stop for a beat. He pretended to be calm, staring at the evil face in the mirror, pausing for a moment with his fingertips rubbing the lace of the bronze mirror, and opening his mouth with words like gold. Said: "No, keep it."

"Keep it?" The man exclaimed as if he had heard something new, "Your Majesty is still interested in him? Strange, really strange."

Lin Feng silently said that he has no relatives in the way of heaven and is always kind to others. He is already so unlucky. If he saves his life and does some kind deeds, maybe the sky will have eyes and treat him more leniently.

The visitor's next sentence plunged him into a new round of headaches.

"Forget it, let's talk about the business. Last time, the kid who gathered a gang of mobs at the foot of the mountain and clamored to destroy the Demon Cult was caught." He sat across the table across the table with a smile on his face. Hitting the table again and again, "It's being bet in the Palace of Punishment, can you go and see?"

Lin Feng's forehead twitched.

Listen, the name of the temple struck by lightning.

Master is right, the Demon Cult is really arrogant.

He sighed secretly, got up and said, "Lead the way."

The person on the opposite side raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter, Chunxiao once lost his soul, didn't he even remember the way in his own palace?"

Lin Feng remained silent, staring at him, the man looked at him for a moment and then stood up with a laugh: "It's just a joke, why get angry. Yujun will lead the way for you, please~"

Hearing this claim, Lin Feng finally guessed who he was.

Lord Qingyu, one of the two protectors of the Demon Sect, whose name is engraved on the pillar of shame of the righteous way of the Immortal Gate together with the name of the Demon Lord, is also a character that everyone can get and punish.

Lin Feng met him with an indistinguishable smile, and once again pondered the feasibility of destroying the Demon Cult by himself.

Led by Lord Qing Yu, Lin Feng calmly visited the interior of the Demon Cult.

The Devil's Cult is not as smoky and dark as imagined. The buildings are ordinary buildings with a bit of extravagance. There are rockery flowers and plants in the courtyard. If Lin Feng is not mistaken, the Feng Shui here is very good, and it doesn't seem like a devil's cave.

They were walking in the long corridor, and a girl dressed as a maid approached them, and she stood obediently beside her and called out softly, "Your Majesty, protector on the left". flushed.

If you don't pay attention, there is not much difference between this place and the ordinary outside world.

Except for the magic breath overflowing from that delicate maid.

In the Demon Cult, demons can be seen everywhere.

The two came all the way to the hall where the words "Zhutian Palace" were written, and there were screams in their ears.

Lin Feng frowned, but nodded again.

By the way, this is what the Devil's Cult should look like.

"Welcome Your Majesty!"

There were quite a few people standing on the left and right in the room, and when they saw Lin Feng coming in, they shouted respectfully in unison.

Lin Feng had never seen such a formation before, he stepped into the door with one leg and almost retracted, and said to himself several times "calm down", before stepping in calmly, without looking at the person who was tied up and thrown in the middle, he sneered, Go straight to the throne facing the gate.

"The devil!"

Before he could sit still, a hoarse scolding hit Lin Feng, who almost couldn't maintain his expression. The man lay on the ground, raised his head and shouted: "Devil! I'm going to kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, he was kicked hard by a demon next to him. He didn't know where he kicked, and he huddled on the ground and didn't say a word for a long time.

Lin Feng leaned on the seat, showing an impatient look. A maid immediately presented washed grapes, peeled them one by one and fed them into his mouth.

Lin Feng accepted it with trepidation, his face was calm, his narrow phoenix eyes glanced at the center of the hall, and he asked with a sneer, "Who are you?"

The man regained his strength, and hissed: "Oh, of course you don't remember me, and of course you don't remember my parents who died tragically at your hands!"

Lin Feng frowned slightly.

In the next cup of tea, the man told how the Demon Sect brutally slaughtered their little fairy sect, how his parents died in such a miserable way, and how he vowed to take the life of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Venerable didn't speak to stop it, and the people in the hall didn't dare to stop them, they all broke out in cold sweat, for fear that the Demon Venerable would suddenly get angry.

After all, when this not easy to mess with Demon Lord gets angry, not only the reckless boy in the middle of the hall, but also the people around him may suffer.

However, their Master Mozun just closed his eyes after hearing this, and asked the left and right: "Is there such a thing?"

The bound person sneered, and said sarcastically, "You have harmed countless people, so of course you can't remember such a trivial matter."

He hesitated left and right, but Qing Yujun thought about it and said: "I have a little impression of the fairy gate that this kid said, it should be something that happened when the old man was alive."

Your Majesty, is the biological father of the current Mozun, who passed away more than ten years ago.

Hearing that it was an old complaint, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

The man yelled resolutely: "So what?! The father pays the debt! What's more, the evildoers of the demon race should be ashamed! You... ah!!!"

The screams were still hovering over the main hall, Qing Yujun closed his fan, a ray of red light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly: "Presumptuous."

"You dare to be arrogant in front of the Demon Lord." He opened the folding fan again, without looking at the man lying on the ground, and said lightly, "Drag it down, feed the dog."

"Yes!"

Two demons stepped forward, each dragging a foot, and dragged the man out of the hall like a dead dog.

Lin Feng squeezed the armrest, took a few deep breaths, and said in a deep voice, "Slow down."

Everyone in the room looked back at him, Qing Yujun's folding fan slowly stopped, and he asked in surprise, "Your Majesty?"

Everyone's eyes were burning, and countless words that would be said by a villain turned in Lin Feng's mind.

"This person is so rebellious and uttered wild words. Wouldn't it be cheaper to let him die like this?" Lin Feng hooked the evil smile he had done to the mirror eight times, leaned on the armrest, bent his fist to support his temple, and His knuckles tapped lightly on the side of the carved armrest.

Seeing such a scene for the first time, he felt nervous in his heart. If he looked closely, the fingertips tapping on the handrail would tremble slightly.

Qing Yujun seemed to be interested, unfolded the folding fan, a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes looked at him from bottom to top from the edge of the fan: "What do you want to do with that statue?"

"Hmm..." Lin Feng thought for a moment in the anticipation of everyone, and with what he thought was the most ruthless smile, he opened his lips and said, "Punish him to sweep the mountain gate."

Qing Yujun: "..."

Demon Cult members: "..."

Lin Feng seemed oblivious to the silence around him, and continued: "He hates the Devil's Cult, and I want him to sweep away the dust in front of my door every day."

"Compared to sacrificing his life for righteousness, wouldn't such humiliation be better?"

After a long time, Lord Qingyu laughed softly, closed his folding fan, bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty is wise."

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Today's lord is so outrageously merciful, there must be another conspiracy.

The author has something to say: Mozun [False]: I want to humiliate him!

Congregational disciples: Good sir!

Mozun [false]: Then punish him to sweep the floor at the door!

Congregational disciples: Alright respect...huh? ? ?

[Forgive Afeng who has never seen the world, the most annoying punishment is to sweep the floor hhhhh]