After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"Knock, knock, Miss Yu, it's me, Butler Wu." Butler Wu knocked lightly on the door.

Half a minute passed, and no one answered inside.

"Knock, knock, knock." Butler Wu knocked on the door again.

Di Ling's eyes suddenly became fixed, and he raised his foot to kick open the door. The solid door was smashed by his kick, sawdust flew, the windows were wide open, and the curtains were blown by the wind.

"Sure enough, there was a problem, and he ran away!" Lin Jingyuan rushed to the window and took out a yellow talisman. The yellow talisman burned with his formula, and the flames drifted to the northwest.

"Run to the northwest!" Lin Jingyuan jumped onto the big tree outside the window, and then used the big tree to jump to the lawn on the first floor, followed by Yue Zhao.

Butler Wu, who witnessed the whole process, was speechless.

"Di...Mr. Di, don't you want to go after him?" Butler Wu regained his composure and found that Di Ling was still standing beside him.

Di Ling turned his head, his deep pool-like pupils, like a whirlpool, pulled him down.

Butler Wu's throat suddenly tightened, and his back was sweating, as if he had a high fever.

"Your cultivation should be pretty good, but neither of them noticed." Di Ling stared at Butler Wu, "I have to say another thing, it's a pity that your acting skills don't make it into acting."

"Mr. Di, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Butler Wu looked confused and couldn't see any flaws at all.

"Really?" Before Di Ling could finish his sentence, he smashed his fist on Butler Wu's chest. Butler Wu didn't expect it, and he couldn't avoid it. He didn't even see Di Ling's movements clearly before he was hit.

"Cough!" Butler Wu coughed violently, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, but it was not over yet, the fist hit his chest, not only powerful enough to shatter his internal organs, but also a burning sensation quickly spread to his limbs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Butler Wu roared in pain, his eyes cracked, "What did you do?!"

Yellowish-brown hair covered his old skin, his human hands turned into two sharp claws, and the clothes on his body were torn apart. After a while, Butler Wu disappeared, replaced by a huge cat.

Yellow-brown fur, emerald-green eyes, with a cold glow, and a string of beads on his front paws, Di Ling squinted his eyes, and started to string beads again.

This cat is so huge that it almost fills up the entire room. Di Ling is like an ant in front of it.

The yellow cat's sharp claws patted Di Ling, and Di Ling dodged lightly, but the furniture in the original position suffered and was shattered.

Di Lingfei kicked, but the yellow cat didn't move at all. Instead, it bit his leg and swung it vigorously in the air.

"Aww!" The little light bulb suddenly jumped out of Di Ling's pocket and exploded like a dandelion.

Its small body hit the yellow cat in the eye like a small cannonball, and it raised its small paw to count.

The yellow cat was in pain, and its mouth loosened. Di Ling took the opportunity to pull back his leg, and rolled back to the ground in the air.

The distraught yellow cat slapped the little light bulb away with a slap. After all, the little light bulb was just born, and slipped off the wall, dying. The soft fur was covered with dust, which was very pitiful.

At this moment, Di Ling's heart was pricked by countless dense needles, and the long-lost anger overflowed from his chest. He really hadn't been so angry for a long time.

He was reluctant to teach the little thing, but this beast dared to do it.

In Di Ling's eyes, there was a storm that was about to sweep, and the air around him was cold. The tables, chairs and benches beside him were instantly wiped out. A hurricane broke through the roof, and the yellow cat was rolled up into the sky.

"Bang bang bang!"

The whole house shook, as if it was about to collapse in the next second, and there were panicked screams from the first floor.

"There's an earthquake, run away!"

Everyone in the villa was fleeing, only Yang Xiangjun who was still unconscious in the master bedroom was ignored.

Di Ling raised his head, staring blankly at everything, and watched indifferently as the yellow cat was cut into pieces by the hurricane at high altitude. A black rainstorm poured down. He walked to the wall and picked up the small light bulb. After the rainstorm, a black bead It was the power of the yellow cat that fell into Di Ling's palm. After being compressed by Di Ling, it was only so big.

Feeding the little light bulb lightly, Di Ling's hair tightened, he was too fragile, and he was afraid that he would accidentally pinch the little light bulb to death.

"Grow up quickly." Di Ling didn't want to see this situation again.

After swallowing the power of the yellow cat, the little bulb fell into a deep sleep, and his breathing gradually became steady, and Di Ling let out a mouthful of foul air.

"What is this? Why is it raining?" The people in the yard raised their hands to touch the rainwater on their faces, and actually touched blood on their hands.

"Ah, ah, it's blood!"

"We were deceived. Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Di, you should be careful." Lin Jingyuan was a little annoyed, he was so stupid.

They chased it a long way before they realized that it was a trap, and when they realized it and rushed back, Di Ling's work was over.

Seeing how powerful Di Ling is, once Steward Wu died, several of Yang Xiangjun's lovers were struggling to be the steward, but in the end the fight was bloody and bloody, but they couldn't win or lose.

Among Yang Xiangjun's children, the oldest young man stood up and asked Di Ling to help, "The Yang family is willing to pay 50 yuan, plus a house in the city center. What do you think?"

Di Ling took advantage of the fire without hesitation, "One million."

The young man pursed his lips and frowned slightly, "Yes."

Di Ling walked into Yang Xiangjun's room alone, patted the small light bulb's buttocks, "Get up and eat."

"Aw!" Hearing eating, the little light bulb suddenly woke up.

"Hi'er." Little Light Bulb hiccupped, rubbed against the back of Di Ling's hand, curled up in his pocket and fell asleep soundly.

After finishing the work, Di Ling turned around to open the door, his eyes suddenly moved slightly.

"Wow! It's so clean! Fellow Daoist Di, you are too powerful." Lin Jingyuan looked at Di Ling with eyes almost comparable to the admiration he saw his master when he was a child.

Di Ling came out of the room and told him calmly, "There is someone hiding under the bed."

"What?!" Lin Jingyuan and Yue Zhao were shocked.

The bottom of Yang Xiangjun's bed was completely sealed, how could he hide someone?

They asked the servants to ask, and only then did they know that the bottom of the bed can be opened, and there is a lot of storage space.

The bottom of the bed was opened, and there was indeed a person huddled inside. The light of the flashlight entered the narrow and dark space, and everyone saw a beautiful face, which was a woman. She crawled inside panickedly. Yue Zhao suddenly reached out and covered Lin Jingyuan's eyes , don't turn your head away.

The woman was wearing a red satin dress with suspenders and was thinly dressed.

Lin Jingyuan didn't know why, and was about to speak when he heard exclamations one after another: "Yu Wen!"

"Miss Yu?!"

"Yu Wen, you murderer who killed the young master! You vixen, you must have drained the young master's energy!"

"She is Yu Wen?" Yue Zhao turned his head and looked at the servants behind him.

"Yes, she is Miss Yu." The servants' eyes were dark and they didn't dare to approach, thinking that Yu Wen was a monster.

Hearing the swearing, Di Ling turned to ask the maid who scolded Yu Wen as a vixen, "Why are you so sure that she killed Yang Xing?"

The maid stammered, "You...you are looking for her, she must have done it."

What is this maid hiding?

Di Ling stared at her with dark eyes, until the maid's scalp was numb, and he explained everything tremblingly, "I...I saw her have an affair with the young master, and the master said that the young master He was sucked dry by monsters, who else would he be if it wasn't her!"

"Oh bang, come here, don't come here! It's not me, it's not me!" Yu Wen seemed to be stimulated by the maid's words, and crazily drilled inside, her voice shrill and piercing.

Di Ling frowned slightly, "She's human."

Who was it that drained Yang Xing's energy?