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

Inexplicably becoming a demon king for more than a month, Lin Feng spent more than ten years of serving tea and drinking water to observe his words and demeanor, and devoted himself to his duty to play this demon king well.

It is not difficult for him to handle all the big and small things in the sect with his two guardians.

From Lin Feng's point of view, the Mozun is able to stand in his current position only by relying on his unrivaled cultivation and inheriting his father's career. His mission all day long seems to be to eat and be lazy, and to be as leisurely as a mascot in the teaching.

However, Lin Feng still can't control this body well.

One day, he quietly sneaked to the back mountain, full of curiosity, he wanted to try the geometry of this body.

He found a tree, concentrated his mind and mobilized the power that was too powerful for him, and slashed at the trunk of the three people hugging each other.

There was a loud bang, earth-shattering.

If Lin Feng remembered correctly, the last time he heard such a sound was the day when he was struck by lightning.

When he came back to his senses, the giant tree in front of him had long since disappeared.

Not only that, the flowers, plants and trees behind the giant tree disappeared, and a few scorched feathers of birds fell from the sky, and the ravine on the ground seemed to be split open by someone with an axe, which was spectacular.

Lin Feng withdrew Shang Ding's hand in mid-air, flicked his sleeves, and slipped back to his bedroom resentfully.

This incident also caused a bit of commotion in the church.

After all, the back garden was almost destroyed by unknown people. After hearing the movement, several demon clans in charge of patrolling the mountain immediately searched for it, but found nothing.

But the uproar came and went quickly.

The demons who went to investigate soon realized that the demon breath remaining in the gully was powerful and familiar, and who else could it be if it wasn't their uncertain Lord Demon Lord?

Everyone just thought that Mozun was in a bad mood, and no one dared to touch this bad luck. If the Mozun lord got angry and slashed the palm that split mountains and filled seas on himself, that would be fine.

Therefore, before the rumors could spread, they were snuffed out in the cradle by Mingzhe.

Only Lord Qingyu waved his fan, teased Lin Feng with a smile and said, "Your Majesty is so angry, but you haven't vented it for a long time?"

Lin Feng knew that he was referring to the fact that all the young men who were sent to the dormitory these days were driven away by him. After many days of getting along, he had already figured out the way the Demon Lord and Qing Yujun got along with each other in the past, and he also raised his lips and said with a smile : "Recently, the taste is a bit picky. How about if Yu Jun helps me vent my anger?"

After Lin Feng said this, he was ashamed of the frivolity of his words.

Qing Yujun clasped his fans together and laughed loudly, hurriedly cupped his hands and backed away: "Don't dare, Yu Jun resigns, Your Majesty should find someone else."

From the second day onwards, more beautiful young ladies were sent to his palace.

Lin Feng felt that he had suffered from a headache since he became a Demon Lord, and his brain throbbed in pain.

When those little boys were brought in, they were silent like cicadas, and when Lin Feng showed that he didn't want to touch them, he trembled even more, crying and laying on the ground, wanting to tug the hem of his clothes, but he didn't dare. People feel pity.

Lin Feng turned his back, and when he turned around again, he still had a cold face, slamming people down mercilessly.

Your Majesty has a temperament every day, and everyone is not surprised.

Lin Feng only cursed in his heart.

This Demon Lord is really lewd!Shameful!

After scolding, he felt as if he was scolding himself, wishing to burn this sinful body again.

However, just thinking about it, Lin Feng still cherishes his life after all. As a low-level Taoist priest of the sect, he has no consciousness of martyrdom for the time being.

Lin Feng couldn't help but miss the days when he brought tea and water every day, but didn't have to worry about fear.

He thought of his teacher, the teacher who checked his homework with a straight face all day long, the brothers and sisters who were idle, and...

And their big brother.

Eldest brother Gu Xuanzhi, exceptionally gifted, promising at a young age, a once-in-a-century genius in the cultivation world, is a role model for all the brothers and sisters.

But he still has a gentle and elegant temperament, never arrogant about his talents, he cares about the common people in the world, and has always taught his younger brothers and sisters that he must always take it as his duty to eliminate demons and defend the way.

If senior brother had encountered this... he would not have shrunk his head like a tortoise to save his life in the demon's body.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's expression darkened.

He never dared to let his senior brother see his current appearance.

Lin Feng was lying sideways on the imperial concubine's couch in the room, with a faint scent of incense lingering on the tip of his nose, playing with his hair hanging by his side, and sighed very softly.

For more than a month, he also tried to find out what happened to his original body.

And his right protector——Pei Wuxin, raised a plain face after hearing his question: "Why is your lord suddenly interested in Tianqing Mountain, but he wants to destroy that fairy gate? Uh... Qingshan was also considered that day." One of the top players in the cultivation world, I'm afraid it will be a bit troublesome to level up."

Lin Feng was sweating profusely, and he didn't dare to inquire any more easily, for fear that his subordinates would misunderstand and let his master be murdered.

Since Lin Feng became the Demon Lord, the only person he met looking for trouble was that bold young man when he first came here.

After the man was dispatched by him to sweep the mountain gate, he seemed to have tried to commit suicide a few times, and tried to escape a few times, but was stopped or captured one by one, and he seemed to accept his fate over time.

Lin Feng looked over quietly a few times, his extraordinary hearing allowed him to hear the man sweeping a step and cursed in a low voice, he was very energetic, so he was relieved.

It wasn't Lin Feng who scolded him from left to right, what kind of monster was scolded by Mozun, and what did he do to him.

Occasionally, there were people making small noises at the foot of the mountain, but it didn't reach Lin Feng's ears at all. He looked like he didn't intend to start a war for half his life. The Demon Cult lived a very leisurely life during this time.

It was another extravagant day just finished, Lin Feng was going to take a bath and rest.

There was a pool of hot spring in the yard, the pool water was red, Lin Feng was a little nervous at first, but he couldn't smell anything unusual except the color, so he gradually went into the water with confidence.

He took off his clothes, and his loose robes slipped to the edge of the pool, and half of his body was submerged in the reddish hot spring in the mist.

Lin Feng leaned against the wall of the pool, let himself slide down slowly, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and sighed comfortably.

Mozun, this guy, will enjoy it a little bit.

Slight footsteps sounded behind him, Lin Feng was half asleep, and said impatiently: "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to disturb at night?"

After pretending to be a demon for a long time, the temper of the superior will naturally be revealed.

Footsteps seemed to stop by the pool, but no one left, and no more noise was made.

After a while, a chuckle sounded from top to bottom, Lin Feng suddenly felt something was wrong, and suddenly opened his eyes.

An overly familiar face, with an evil smile that he had never seen on that face, suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was his own face, which belonged to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng never thought that his face would be so terrifying. His hands and feet were cold, and his soles slipped in shock, and he was about to sink into the bottom of the pool.

A hand pinched his chin in an instant, and the knuckles were white from the force.

The visitor lifted the person in the pool up with a big smile, squatted on the bank very close, stroked Lin Feng's blush lips with his thumb, and said softly, "It's quite enjoyable."

"Do you use the deity's body satisfactorily?"

The author has something to say: Congratulations to the return of the demon _(:з」∠)_