After wearing it back, I became the demon king

The cold wind blew past the Buddha like a knife, making Di Ling's face ache.

It was pitch black all around, and he couldn't see his fingers. He listened attentively to the movement nearby.

"rustle--"

It was the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. Di Ling raised his head. He was standing under a big tree.

After gradually getting used to the darkness, Di Ling vaguely saw that he was standing on the ridge of the field, beside a tree with a crooked neck, which had a strange shape, and a frayed hemp rope was tied to the trunk, which was blown up by the wind.

The fields are boundless and endless, and looking into the distance, you can only see the deeper night, which is creepy for no reason, as if there is something hidden in the darkness.

Di Ling suddenly saw something light up, and it was so fleeting that he couldn't catch it.

He walked along the field ridge. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a little light. There was a family there. The house was a dilapidated tile-roofed house, and the warm light in the house seeped through the leaky windows.

I don't know if the ground under his feet is because the soil is too soft, and the touch of stepping on it makes Di Ling feel a little uncomfortable.

He didn't rush to knock on the door, but hid by the window and glanced inside.

"Grandma, I'm so hungry, when can I eat meat?" The little girl was wearing a red hat, touching her sunken abdomen.

Grandma stroked her head and comforted her, "Wait a little longer, when the sun rises, grandma will take you out to find food."

The little girl snuggled up to her grandmother, "But grandma, I'm really, really hungry."

"Grandma is also very hungry." Grandma touched her small face, saliva was secreting from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were glowing green.

Wiping the saliva from the corners of her mouth with the back of her thin hand, the grandmother stood up and boiled a pot of water. The little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes and said stickily, "Grandma, is there anything to eat?"

Grandma lowered her head to light the fire, and the fire got hotter and hotter. The water in the pot was bubbling and bubbling. She wiped the ashes from her hands on the apron.

Nannan shrank back in fear, nodded hesitantly, "Yes."

Grandma suddenly took out a bright kitchen knife, "Just a little pain, don't be afraid, let's eat with one hand today, shall we?"

"Ah——" Nannai shrieked and pushed grandma away, and ran out stumblingly, but she had just run a few steps when she tripped over firewood and fell to the ground. Grandma took the opportunity to rush up and hold her small body , with a fierce look in his eyes, and the saliva kept dripping down, "One hand is enough, you are not good, you have the heart to watch grandma starve to death."

"No, don't—" Nannan bit her grandma's hand hard, and fled out of the house, bumping her head on Di Ling.

"Help—help!" The little girl was trembling, grabbing his clothes, tears streaming down her face, "Brother, help me!"

The grandmother holding the kitchen knife stood up, her face had turned into a wolf's face, her saliva was dripping down, and her foul-smelling tongue was exposed, "Here comes another one!"

She looked at Di Ling ecstatically, and slashed at Di Ling with a kitchen knife. Di Ling dodged sideways and kicked her away with a kick. The small house behind her was completely reduced to ruins.

"Die, die, die!" Grandma Wolf got up, waving the kitchen knife wildly in her hand, Di Ling could dodge with precision every time, and couldn't cut anyone, Grandma Wolf's eyes were red.

She jumped up and down from a high altitude, Di Ling lifted her leg, almost splitting her into a vertical fork and kicked her hard. Grandma Wolf's body was like a ball, and she was kicked into the depths of the night by Di Ling. No trace.

Retracting his legs, Di Ling pulled down the sports pants that had climbed to the knee because of the high legs to cover his ankles.

"Thank you brother." Nannan's eyes were red, and she smiled innocently at him.

She stepped forward to pull Di Ling's hand, probably feeling lingering fear, her body trembling slightly.

Di Ling's dark eyes stared at her quietly, and while he was breathing, Di Ling wrung her head off with his bare hands.

Blood gushed out, and Di Ling calmly opened a safe distance. The head in his hand did not rest in peace.

"Hey, brother is so cruel." Nannan said with her head hanging in mid-air, pretending to be sad.

Di Ling didn't say a word of nonsense, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, a faint blue halo appeared in his dark pupils, subconsciously, she felt something was wrong, she was about to escape when her whole head was quickly frozen by ice, Then it hit the ground hard like a piece of plaster, smashing a hole in the soft grass.

The ground suddenly shook slightly, and soon returned to tranquility.

Di Ling stepped forward and stepped on the ice that wrapped her head.

"boom!"

The ice cubes under his feet turned into powder, and disappeared without a trace when the night wind blew.

"Pfft—" Chi Huangshu clutched his chest, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.

"Boss Chi." The manager frowned and stepped forward, handing Chi Wangshu a handkerchief.

Chi Wangshu's eyes were sinister, and he wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. His lips were as red as blood. It seemed that those blood stains were not wiped off by him, but stained on his lips. , "What a cruel brother."

"It's no wonder that Li Jing died under his hands. It's not wrong. I haven't seen such a cold-blooded and decent person for a long time."

The tip of his tongue rolled away the bloody taste left on his lips, and he smiled wickedly, "I like it very much."

Chi Wangshu lit a cigarette and held it in his hand, exhaled a puff of smoke, and the smoke seemed to gather and dissipate, revealing a painting on the wall, with "Di Ling" written on the corner of the painting.

"Don't let me down."

The girl's headless body disappeared before Di Ling's eyes along with the collapsed house, but the illusion didn't just disappear.

Di Ling half-closed his eyes and looked around. He couldn't see the boundless fields, lonely trees with crooked necks, frayed hemp ropes, and the pitch-black night.

All of this made him feel very familiar, but he couldn't piece together a complete picture for a while.

Where the hell did he see it?

I don't know if it's his illusion, the sky seems to be lower, and the strong sense of depression made Di Ling a little irritable.

Two stars appeared in the sky, twinkling and twinkling, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Di Ling's body froze suddenly, as if it wasn't a star.

"Boom——" the ground began to shake without warning, and the violent wind uprooted the trees. Di Ling was almost blown away, but luckily he formed an ice wall in time.

Groups of animals ran out of the woods. If Di Ling hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been trampled to death by these animals.

They ran for their lives in the same direction, towards the endless night.

Di Ling was stunned for a moment. He raised his head, condensed an ice pick in his hand, and threw it towards the stars in the sky. The ice pick pierced the stars precisely through the wind, and the "stars" suddenly dripped blood, pouring water on the ground.

The surrounding scenery gradually distorted, and Di Ling fell into a vortex. Before leaving, he did not forget to give the other party a big gift.

If you dare to enter his dream casually, how can you not be courteous?

Opening his eyes, he was still familiar with the ceiling, and the little light bulb looked at him worriedly. When he saw him wake up, he rubbed his face with his furry little face.

Di Ling's face was a little cold, and he raised his hand to scratch the head of the little light bulb, "It's okay, it's been resolved."

What he cared more about was that the illusion he entered was actually a painting he once drew. That painting was drawn when he lived in Di's house before he traveled to the devil world. Di Zhenwei accidentally saw it and scolded him. He was gloomy and unlucky, so he asked someone to throw the painting away.

Di Ling was sad for a long time because of this, and later he didn't even dare to draw similar paintings, only painted some positive content, but even so, Di Zhenwei still disliked his paintings, thinking that he was ignorant and incompetent.

No wonder he felt that the grass was too soft. The composition of the painting was actually a person looking down on his palm. What he was stepping on was not the grass, but human hands. This person’s head covered the sky, so the painting was always dark. The two stars are not stars either, but eyes.

The reason why the sky became lower was that the observer noticed the change in the palm of his hand and lowered his head with interest. The gust of wind should be the breath that the observer woke up and exhaled.

That broken house, grandma wolf, and the little girl don't exist at all, they are all illusions.

The pair of fox eyes seen at Xiong Duojin's house yesterday flashed in Di Ling's mind. He should be the one who performed the illusion, and the little girl was also illusioned by him.

A big man turned into a little girl, and called him brother with tears in his eyes.

"It's really disgusting." Di Ling turned over and embraced the small light bulb, fell asleep and went back to the cage.

"Ah!" Chi Wangshu took out a tissue and wiped his nose, who was talking about him?

"Boss Chi, do you have a cold?" The manager thought to himself, would a monster of Chi Wangshu's level also catch a cold?

"No." Chi Wangshu stood up, suddenly blurred in front of his eyes, and all the scenery began to blur.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the feeling of dizziness, but he only heard a few anxious calls, followed by a complete loss of consciousness.

The boat capsized in the gutter.

The manager watched Chi Wangshu fall straight down, and before he could call Chi Wangshu's secretary, he saw a comatose red fox cub appearing on the spot.

He almost popped his eyes out of his sockets, this... what's going on? !

To make up for his sleepiness, Di Ling got up to take a shower. The newly bought toothbrush and water cup were placed side by side with his. He looked down at the little wolf cubs circling around his feet. It was a bit of a waste.

Di Ling bent down and flicked the small light bulb's forehead. The small light bulb's eyes were wide open. Looking down, it was human hands and feet. He squeezed his fist and hit Di Ling very unhappy, "Wow!"

He doesn't want to be human!

Di Ling took one of his own T-shirts for him to put on, and stuffed the toothbrush into his hand, "It's convenient."

Little Light Bulb almost cried, the oversized clothes hung on him like a sack, revealing most of his round shoulders, Di Ling reached out to lift him back, and fixed it with a small clip.

After washing up, Di Ling asked him to sit obediently on the chair and not to move around. The little light bulb couldn't sit still, and always liked to shake his head and run around. Seeing Di Ling put the food on the table, he hurriedly took advantage of Di Ling to sit down and walked away from the table. Drilled out from below, climbed onto Di Ling's lap and sat down, his golden eyes were shining brightly.

"Do you think you're still young?" Di Ling nodded his nose.

When Little Bulb is in animal shape, he likes to lie on his lap, especially when eating, because it is convenient for stealing meat.

Di Ling pampered him to sit on his lap to eat, so that at least he wouldn't crawl all over the floor, the little bulb's ears were shaking, and his short legs were dangling back and forth.

Seeing the pair of fluffy and soft wolf ears dangling in front of his eyes, Di Ling suddenly felt itchy and wanted to bite and try to see what kind of texture it was.

With that in mind, he did so involuntarily.

"Woo—" The meat in the little bulb's mouth suddenly tasted bad, and Di Ling wanted to eat him!

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感谢在2021-02-1000:05:49~2021-02-1021:00:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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