About the fact that I found the Demon King

Fog will never forget that day.

Those white eyes filled with hatred towards him.

Bloody tears ran across the face of the person opposite.

The sword held tightly by the opponent pierced his heart.

He looked at each other in disbelief.

After falling down, Fog saw his body gradually disappearing, and the other party's curse-like words with strong hatred lingered in his ears, piercing into the depths of his soul with stinging pain.

——People like you don't deserve to live in this world at all.I will kill you, no matter how many times you are reborn, no matter how many years have passed, even if it is the end of time, as long as I am still alive, I will definitely destroy your body countless times, torture your soul, and let you live forever Hell, even at the cost of my life, I want you to kill you forever, ever, ever again.

Tick.

Before his body and consciousness completely dissipated, he seemed to hear the sound of the other party's tears falling to the ground.

Tick.

Fog recovered from his trance, looked down at the source of the sound, and it turned out that what he just heard was the sound of blood dripping from his palm on the ground.

The candlelight was dancing, and there was a slight crackling sound in this quiet room.

There was a faint tingling in the heart, which was the feeling every time after thinking about the past scene.

The fog calmed down a bit, the panic dissipated, and reason returned.

Originally, he thought he had been discovered and had fallen into a trap and became a lamb waiting for its cubs. For a moment just now, he really almost used his magic power.

Fortunately he didn't.

The sword in front of him was indeed the sword of the brave, but this sword was already stained with his own blood, and the weak power of light attached to it was not enough to kill him at all. To kill him, a stronger sword was necessary.

If he hadn't controlled it and really used the power of the demon king just now, the God of Light would have discovered his location at the same time, and it wouldn't be long before the humans who came to kill him would surround him. The people in this whole town buried themselves with them, and in the end they couldn't escape the result of their bodies being killed again.

Thinking of this, a strong flame of hatred burned in Wu's heart.

Damn human braves, damned gods of light, one day, they will kill all of you, all of you!

He slid against the wall and sat on the ground with his legs bent, his long hair scattered all over the floor.

Wait for another three years, as long as he becomes an adult, he can regain his true power and accumulate hatred and power for 2000 years, just wait!

He wants to stain the earth with blood!

The blood from the wound on the palm of the hand gradually began to coagulate, and the owner of the hand hung his head, half of his expression was hidden in the shadows, his expression was distorted, his eyes were crazy, and malice radiated from his whole body.

Just when he raised his head and was about to let out a maniacal laugh, the door was pushed open with a snap, and a voice full of sunshine dispelled the darkness in the room.

"I'm back!"

Misty's half-distorted expression froze on his face.

Bart hummed and closed the door, and after putting the basin with the dirty clothes in his hand on the ground, he noticed that the boy was sitting on the ground against the wall, looking at him with a strange expression.

Only then did he notice the sword and the box on the ground, and saw the blood at the boy's feet, he frowned immediately, put the sword back into the box, put it on the side table, turned around and took out the medicine box, Xu Xu Walking up to the young man, he said, "Although I told you to find something to pass the time, you can't play with such dangerous things. Let me see, where did you get hurt?"

Wu looked at him hesitantly, seeing the harmless expression on his face, which didn't look fake, so he hesitated to reach out his hand.

"My God of Light, how did you do it, to hurt yourself like this?"

God of light.

Suddenly hearing the name of the person he hates the most, Wu's mood turned extremely bad in an instant, and his tone became unfriendly: "Are you annoying, will you do it, will you do it, get out of here."

Bart wanted to speak to him about politeness, but in a flash he thought that he would probably be sent to his family tomorrow, so let his family take care of such matters.

Pulling the hand he wanted to take back, dipped a lot of alcohol on a cotton swab and put it on his wound without hesitation to disinfect it. The pain was so painful that Wu took a breath, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but his wrist It was firmly held by Bart, and he couldn't break free at all.

Damn!

This pariah must have done it on purpose!

Bart glanced at the boy with a stubborn expression, and then said in the tone of an adult teaching a child: "Now you know it hurts? Will you dare to play around with that dangerous thing in the future?"

This kind of admonishing tone made Wu's mood immediately irritable.

He resisted the desire to kill the person in front of him with the power of the demon king, pulled back his hand vigorously, and shouted loudly at the person: "Why don't you care about me! Let me go!"

Bart originally planned to teach him a little lesson, but he saw that the solidified wound started to ooze blood again under his violent struggle, so he had no choice but to let go.

Wu's body slammed back without warning, he didn't expect this person to let go so suddenly.

At the moment when the back of his head was about to hit the wall, a big hand protected the back of his head, and the distance between that hand and the wall was only one millimeter away, which perfectly prevented the tragedy of his head hitting the wall.

Bart half-kneeled in front of him, the candlelight shone from behind him, and his shadow completely enveloped the petite boy.

Fog looked at the other party with a surprised expression.

Bart calmly withdrew his hand, the other hand was still holding alcohol, he looked at his bleeding hand in puzzlement,

After a while, he asked the boy, "It's bleeding, doesn't it hurt?"

I don't know why, hearing his words, tears of fog gushed out from the corners of his eyes without warning, like pearls, falling down one by one.

He is a majestic Lord Demon King, a born strong man, the master of half the world, an existence so powerful that people would be terrified when he heard the name, but now he has been reduced to being manipulated by an insignificant human being, and he dare not resist.

The chief culprit who caused all this is loved and praised by the world. At this moment, he lives in an unknown luxurious palace, enjoys the service of an unknown number of servants, and eats the most exquisite food in the world. He is carefree and carefree. consider.But he, here, has to share the same roof with a dirty and rude human being, and he can't even eat enough.

Fog's tears stay more and more turbulent.

After the intense hatred, he felt wronged like never before.

He obviously did nothing wrong, so why did he have to suffer all of this today?

"It hurts..." He opened his mouth, only to find that his voice was a little choked.

His enemy succeeded, turning him into the ugly posture of a completely weak person. If his enemy saw it, he might be so happy that he ordered the whole world to hold a three-day banquet to celebrate.

Seeing his tears, Bart's heart already softened. He gently held his hand, wrapped it around his hand with a bandage, and coaxed him softly: "Tang pain fly, pain pain fly, alas it flew away , It doesn’t hurt anymore, it doesn’t hurt anymore, doesn’t it hurt now?”

Wukui blinked his eyes, and said to himself repeatedly in his heart to be patient, he is suffering now, and he will escape from his enemy a hundred times and a thousand times in the future.

Then he looked at the stupid big man in front of him with the eyes of a mentally retarded man.

Bart coughed embarrassingly: "My grandfather taught me the method...it seems a bit naive..."

Bart felt a little ashamed, so he bowed his head to help him deal with the wound. After tying the bandage into a bow, he stretched out his hand and hugged Misty to the bed, wiped away the tears on his face with his clean sleeves, and pulled the quilt to wrap him up. Gai Hao: "Okay, Fog, good night."

Fog turned to look at him.

Bart said to him while looking for a quilt: "Don't worry, you sleep on the bed tonight, I sleep on the floor, I won't do anything to you."

Wu snorted and said, "I advise you not to have any dirty thoughts about me, otherwise I will really kill you."

While paving the floor, Bart said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, yes, honorable Master Wu, the villain dare not do anything to you for his own life."

Wu noticed the tone and posture of his speech, obviously he didn't take himself seriously at all, and he was angry and helpless against the other party, which made him even angrier.

He said to himself, patience, patience, patience.

I will ask for it back in the same way in the future.

He decided that the first thing to do after regaining his strength was to kill this stupid big man as a sacrifice, and then go to the God of Light to settle the score.

After Bart made the floor, he took the wooden box on the table and put it in the cabinet.

Fog's gaze returned to the sword of the brave.

His expression was inexplicable, and he hesitated to ask: "That sword..."

Bart went back to the bed next to the bed and lay down. The floor was a bit hard with only a sheet on it. He moved his body uncomfortably. But my grandfather's grandfather's sword, you may not know, although it looks ordinary, but it is the famous sword that killed the devil 100 years ago - the sword of Leopold, and Leopold is my Grandfather's grandfather, how is it, isn't he very powerful?"

Fog tried his best to control the expression on his face, he stared at the old ceiling above with a cold study, his hands under the quilt tightly clenched into fists.

It seemed that even if he didn't disrespect himself, he still had to kill this person.

After seeing him, Bart didn't respond for a long time, the expression on his face that was yearning dimmed, and his voice softened a lot: "My grandfather's grandfather was very powerful, and my grandfather was also very powerful, but it's a pity that it's my generation. , I have dishonored my family."

Upon hearing that the enemy was having a bad time, Wu felt better, and asked tentatively, "Oh? Are you a brave man?"

If it is true, in a few days, find a time when he is not prepared and kill this person with a sharp knife.

"I am not a brave man. When I was a child, I always dreamed of being a brave man, defeating the devil, and becoming a hero who saves the world. It sounds great. My grandfather also wanted me to be a brave man. I have always worked hard and worked hard to learn swordsmanship. , Later, I went to take the test of the brave..." At this point, he stopped, and went to blow out the candle in silence.

"Then, did you pass the exam?" Although Wu asked this way, but seeing the stupid big man now, he probably knew the answer in his heart.

Bart was silent for a while, and replied resignedly: "I didn't pass the exam... I lost the first pass."

"I heard that the first test is the easiest, and even more than half of the girls can pass the test every year, right?"

Although very unwilling, Bart acquiesced.

"Pfft! Hahahaha!"

The Demon King who was lying on the bed ruthlessly laughed at this loser who did not pass the test of the hero.

Bart said in a resentful tone, "Laugh, laugh."

Wu laughed until his stomach ached, and then turned over and lay on the edge of the bed looking at Bart on the ground and asked, "So, after learning about your poor grades, your grandfather scolded you? Kicked you out of the house?"

"No," Bart tugged at the half of the coat that covered him, covering half of his face, looking at the hair of the boy lying on the edge of the bed that fell to his ears, his cheeks were slightly hot, "After failing the exam, I I didn’t dare to go back to face my grandfather, so I didn’t go back. In short... now I make a living as a mason. My grades, even if I go back, I will definitely be kicked out of the house..."

Fog fell back on the bed again, rolling on the bed with laughter, and laughed for 5 minutes before stopping.

In the end, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, resting his chin on his hand, looking at Bart, with a naive expression, but his words were very sharp, and even a bit vicious to others: "I said you, you are really a waste." After speaking, he smiled and lay back on the bed.

Bart knew that it was quite normal for him to tell his own experience and get such an evaluation.Because even he scolded himself like this in his heart.

But his heart still hurt a little.

Bart pulled his coat to cover his head, and after a while he said sullenly, "You're right, I'm a waste."

A force slowly entered Mist's body, and finally became a force that he could use.

This little episode reminded Fog suddenly that he is the devil king, living on all the negative emotions of human beings. Killing intent, hatred, disgust, sorrow, and pain are all his food and the source of his strength. The more pain in the world, He gets stronger.

But now his body is sealed. Although he can use half of his power, once he uses it, he will be discovered by the God of Light, and then killed by someone sent by the other party.

So in order to survive, he had to wait for his body to become an adult before he could use those powers fearlessly. At that time, no one would be able to defeat him, not even the God of Light.

Although he can't use the power of his body now, he can create the power for his own use.As long as he causes negative emotions in humans through speech or body movements, those emotions will directly become his power, and even if he uses them, he will not be discovered by the God of Light.

Just like just now, what he said made the big fool feel sad.

Human beings are really interesting, just a simple sentence can provide him with strength.

Of course, the more power that can be obtained simply, the better. After all, with the magic power he possesses now, even killing an insect is a bit strenuous.

So Wu lay on the edge of the bed and yelled "Hello".

Bart protested dissatisfiedly: "I have a name, my name is Bart. Why do you call me?"

"You are trash."

Bart was stabbed in the heart again.

Fog saw that it was useful, so he began to say like pouring beans: "You are a waste, you are a waste, you are a waste, you are a waste, you are a waste..."

His operation made Bart's expression first surprised, then puzzled, and finally the expression on his face began to show signs of anger, but his temper was still very good, and he persuaded with a smile on his face: "You are here What are you doing? You can tell me if you feel uncomfortable...don't be like this..."

No matter what, Wu Wu felt that the power he received was increasing, so he continued to chant with high spirits. After he really felt the power increased, he decided to chant until he was thirsty today.

Bart closed his eyes, his thick eyebrows twitched, and veins gradually appeared on his forehead. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his hand to Fog's forehead, and gave him a blow with his fingers.

The young man was hit so hard that he covered his head and fell on the bed. His eyes were unbelievable at first, and then tearful. He looked at the people on the ground angrily, and said in a crying voice, "How dare you... how dare you... treat me... "

Bart turned his back to him, and he, who was always good-tempered, threw out two words angrily: "Sleep."

Wu pursed his mouth aggrievedly, hesitating whether to continue to develop strength, but thinking of the pain from being hit by the head just now, he had no choice but to give up.

He lay down cursing in his heart, and then imagined in his mind a hundred ways to kill this bastard after recovering his strength, and then slowly fell asleep with tears of humiliation in the corners of his eyes.

The author has something to say: Cold knowledge, the Lord Demon King who has been sealed for more than 2000 years and failed to survive to adulthood is not because the enemy is too powerful, but because of his own bad mouth most of the time he kills himself Hahahahahaha

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