After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"What?" Lin Jingyuan didn't hear clearly.

Di Ling shook his head, "Nothing."

"Your rice noodles." The young man with a tiger tattoo on his arm brought four bowls of rice noodles, which were fragrant.

Di Ling sensed that the young man's eyes on him were somewhat unfriendly, and raised his head to meet his gaze. The young man's brows were tightly frowned, showing a somewhat fierce look.

"Gangzi, the kitchen is busy." The middle-aged woman wiped the oil stains from her hands on her apron and pushed the young man away.

"I'm sorry, my son didn't mean anything malicious. We're from a small place, and we've never seen a guy as handsome as you." The woman apologized.

These words didn't have much credibility in Di Ling's mind, the look in his eyes didn't seem to be surprised by his face at all, but an unconcealable disgust. To be precise, it wasn't directed at his face, but at his hair.

"I don't blame the little boss. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, fellow daoist. I have seen a lot of popular celebrities, and they have some skin problems." Lin Jingyuan stared at Di Ling Baiyu's flawless face. , The more I look at it, the more surprised I am, not to mention acne, even the dark circles that are common among young people are absent.

If Lin Jingyuan knew that he was not human, he would not be able to say this.

Di Ling suddenly thought, he is a demon in the demon world, so what should he be when he returns to a human body after transmigrating?

Although he looks like an ordinary person after sealing his power, in essence he is no longer human.

Lin Jingyuan finished one bowl of rice noodles, and Di Ling had already finished three bowls. His movements were not rude, they could even be called elegant, which made it even more puzzling how the speed could be so fast.

When Di Ling ate the sixth bowl, the diners next to him stopped their chopsticks and were stunned.

During this period, Lin Jingyuan got up to answer the phone, and when he came back, Di Ling had just finished eating the eighth bowl.

"Your roommate's case was solved. That tiger demon committed several murders before him. Fortunately, you took the initiative to get rid of it last night. Otherwise, I don't know how many more grievances will be added."

"By the way, were you looking for this egg last night? I brought it here for you." Lin Jingyuan took out a white egg from his pocket.

The morning sun fell on the palm-sized egg, and Di Ling suddenly saw a small paw pressing against the egg wall.

Kind of cute.

He took the egg and put it between his palms, as long as he squeezed it hard, the little things inside would die immediately.

Can he really support such a fragile thing?

Suddenly, Di Ling's eyes moved slightly, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

It is actually sucking its own power.

Di Ling raised the corners of his lips, with a faint smile, "Thank you."

This faint smile made Lin Jingyuan stunned, and a poem he had learned floated in his mind, "Brows are bright and bright, and a smile makes the city happy".

"No...you're welcome."

He was inexplicably flustered, Daoyou Di was so good-looking that even he, who was praised for his good looks since he was a child, couldn't feel jealous.

"Just now I received a call from the Supervision Bureau, telling me that I can get a lot of bonuses this time. Let's add a WeChat account. This time it's up to you to solve the tiger monster. When the bonus arrives, I will transfer it to you." Lin Jingyuan was full of eyes Xi Ji, staring at Di Ling, said: "We are treated very well by the Super Management Bureau. You are so powerful, I can introduce you to you. In the future, we can be colleagues, slay demons and demons together, and protect the right way in the world."

Di Ling drank the last sip of soup, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth clean, and poured a basin of cold water on Lin Jingyuan, "You don't need to give me the money. This meal and last night are settled. I'm not interested in slaying demons. You Don't come to me again."

"The rice noodles are delicious, thank you for the hospitality." When Di Ling got up, he glanced across the road, put the egg into his pocket, nodded slightly to Lin Jingyuan, and left.

His etiquette can't find fault, but his behavior is decisive, so decisive that he is almost indifferent.

Lin Jingyuan stared blankly at the direction Di Ling left. It seemed that since last night, the worldview he had constructed for 18 years was gradually collapsing.

Isn't it natural that the capable work harder and the strong protect the weak?

For 18 years, he has been so convinced, so even though he was called a genius since he was a child, he has never slackened in his practice, or it is precisely because he has high expectations from everyone around him that he has to work harder.

Why is Di Ling unwilling?He is obviously so powerful, much stronger than himself.

"Lin Daochang."

A deep voice pulled Lin Jingyuan back to reality from his thoughts, "Shao team."

"It was Di Ling who had breakfast with you just now?" Shao Zhengning's police car stopped across the road, and he came over when he saw Di Ling leave.

"Yeah." Lin Jingyuan nodded, "He was with me last night, Wu Dong's death has nothing to do with him."

"Wu Dong's death has nothing to do with him, but Wu Dong has something else to do with him." Shao Zhengning and Lin Jingyuan changed from the restaurant to the police car, and he handed Lin Jingyuan a few photos.

"These people are all victims of previous cases." Shao Zhengning unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water, then continued, "They are Wu Dong's high school classmates."

"Such a coincidence?" Lin Jingyuan frowned, subconsciously forming a series of bad guesses.

"It shouldn't be a coincidence. They bullied Wu Dong for three years, and Wu Dong hated them deeply." Shao Zhengning said.

"But what does this have to do with Fellow Daoist Di?" A guess flashed in Lin Jingyuan's mind, and then he shook his head to erase the unrealistic guess.

How is it possible, fellow Daoist Di is so powerful.

"According to the testimony of Wu Dong's roommate Zhao Feng, Wu Dong and Sun Yuze have been bullying Di Ling on campus for a long time. Although he tried his best to evade it, it is obvious that he is also a participant." Shao Zhengning handed the phone to Lin Jingyuan, which contained a video.

"Damn gay, don't you like being a woman? What's so hypocritical, don't you like wearing skirts?" Sun Yuze threw the short skirt on Di Ling fiercely.

The Di Ling in the video is completely different from the Di Ling that Lin Jingyuan knew. He had black hair back then and was not as thin as he is now. Di Ling squatted on the ground, holding his head helplessly, and retorted in a low voice: "No, I'm not."

"What isn't it? Aren't you a dead gay?" Sun Yuze grabbed Di Ling's hair and forced him to look up, "Say! Are you a dead gay?"

"I'm not, I'm not." Di Ling shook his head, his body trembling like a helpless little animal.

His words seemed to have annoyed Sun Yuze, and he kicked him forcefully, "You are! Disgusting, perverted faggot!"

Wu Dong appeared in the video and smiled obsequiously: "I don't think he deserves to sleep in the same room with us. Young Master Sun, you are so handsome, what if he crawls on your bed in the middle of the night?"

"Don't fucking disgust me." Sun Yuze was shocked, and gave Wu Dong a look.

"Isn't there a balcony in our dormitory? Since he doesn't want to wear a skirt, let him sleep there." Wu Dong suggested.

The screen of the phone shook a few times, accompanied by Zhao Feng's laughter: "Wu Dong, you are so fucking bad."

Di Ling was shut into the balcony by the three of them, no matter how much he knocked on the door, they ignored him. Di Ling, who didn't even wear a coat, curled up outside the door and was shivering from the cold, while the group of people watched from the inside. joke.

Lin Jingyuan was so angry that he almost smashed his phone, "There are gods standing up and down, how dare they do this?! Hasn't this Wu Dong been bullied before? Shouldn't he know what it's like to be bullied?"

"It's not uncommon for a victim to become a perpetrator in criminal cases. Although this Di Ling is pitiful, I think he has a lot of doubts. It's better to be careful when Lin Daochang contacts him." Shao Zhengning observed in the police car today. After a while, Di Ling changed too much, and he almost instinctively smelled danger from Di Ling.

This Daoist Lin is known as a genius in the metaphysics world, but he is not deeply involved in the world. He deals with demons and ghosts on weekdays. Who knows that people's hearts are not as simple as monsters.

Even though he understood what Shao Zhengning said was reasonable, Lin Jingyuan was still displeased, "Thank you Team Shao for reminding, the murderer has been solved, you should quickly find out the problems between Wu Dong and the previous victims."

"Farewell." Lin Jingyuan opened the door and got out of the car with displeasure written all over his face.

Shao Zhengning couldn't help laughing, "What a child."

"Young Master Ling, the chairman wants to see you." With his hair combed back and glasses, an elite-looking man blocked Di Ling's way.

Standing next to him was Di Ling's counselor. The counselor was embarrassed and looked embarrassed. He didn't know that Di Ling looked poor, but he was the young master of a rich family. He didn't invite Di Ling's father, but someone came. The secretary who works for Di's father.

Fortunately, the secretary didn't care much about Di Ling's situation at school. It seemed that Di Ling was not favored at home.

"You are?" After more than 200 years, Di Ling really had no impression of this person in front of him.

The secretary was a little suspicious for a while, whether Di Ling was deliberately trying to give him power, "I am the secretary of your father, Mr. Di Zhenwei, Yuan Tao."

It seems that there is such a person. Whenever he wanted to find his father in the past, it was Secretary Yuan who answered the phone.

If it was the past, Di Ling would definitely be very happy, but now he has no positive emotions at all, and is even a little annoyed.

"Will father have dinner at home tonight?" Di Ling remembered that every time Di Zhenwei was at home, the dishes at home would always be particularly rich.

When Secretary Yuan heard this, he naturally thought that Di Ling was looking forward to eating with his father, and he became more and more contemptuous of this unworthy eldest son. As expected, only the second son was Di Dong's heir.

"Yes, today is the day when the second young master returns from the Mathematical Olympiad."

"Then let's go." Di Ling only heard the first two words, and didn't care about the second half.

He has long been used to hearing about Di Yao's various outstanding deeds.

It turns out that there is a younger brother in Di Ling's family, who seems to be very good. The same gene, why is there such a big difference?The counselor muttered silently.

"You... who are you looking for?" The servant paused for a while, and his voice couldn't help but soften.

"Mother Zhang, this is Young Master Ling." Secretary Yuan was amazed when he saw Di Ling's appearance at school, but after some communication, he was sure that Xin'er was still the idiot, so naturally he despised him as always.

Zhang Ma was stunned, "Young Master Ling used to keep his bangs to cover his eyes, why did he figure out how to show his face today?"

Di Ling glanced at her indifferently, "What? I need to report to you if I change my hairstyle?"

"No...no..." Mama Zhang turned pale, lowered her head submissively, and couldn't speak clearly for a long time.

"What are you doing blocking the door? Who's here?" The clear young voice came from behind, and Di Ling turned his head.

The boy was tall and slender, wearing a school uniform in the style of a small suit, elegant and elegant, just like the little prince in a fairy tale.

It's Di Yao.