When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

The time has passed, but the sound of "Xi Xi Shu Suo" can be heard from time to time in Wang'an Residence located on the top of Huayang Mountain, as if a mouse was rummaging through the box.

Following the sound, one can vaguely see a gleam of light in the kitchen in the backyard.

At this time, He Heng was sitting cross-legged in front of the door of the cabinet, with a small oil lamp on the ground beside him. He opened the locker to a gap, and brought out several jars of unopened old wine from inside. He muttered to himself:

"Before you leave, drink up all your wine, I will piss you off."

As he said that, he tore off the red altar seal, raised his head and drank wildly.

The aged wine was very strong, and the moment it entered the throat, it felt hot to the touch, and He Heng coughed a few times due to choking.

In the process of drinking, he did not have the elegant interest of the ancients in drinking wine as a song and reciting poems. He only felt the sadness of bitter wine in his throat and pain in his heart.

A part of the cold liquid ran down his jaw, past his protruding Adam's apple, and finally flowed into the dazzling pattern of thorns on his neck.

Just now, He Heng returned the inner alchemy to Yan Qing'an according to the method Yaohu said. Without the check and balance of the other party's inner alchemy, the devilish energy in his body was no longer concealed.

Now his body was surrounded by a thin layer of black mist, and the red lines between his brows became more and more obvious, as if some dangerous creature that had been sleeping for a long time had been awakened.

On the way back, Zhou Yue finally found a spell to make his wolf tail and ears disappear.

So He Heng has finally turned back to his human form now, but his whole body is full of evil spirits.

But as far as He Heng himself didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his whole body, there seemed to be no other problems except that many people might be scared away after seeing him now.

Besides, it's best to be scared away, he doesn't want to meet anyone now.

After almost spoiling the old wine that Yan Qing'an hid in the back kitchen, He Heng staggered out with a jar of half-drunk wine.

In the elegant courtyard, a round of bright moon hangs high in the dark night sky. The moon looks big and round, as if it is close at hand and within reach.

A gust of evening wind blew across the empty courtyard, adding to the coolness. The doormen who had been on duty all went to sleep at this time, and the spacious main hall looked extraordinarily lonely.

He Heng walked to the main hall to pick up the simple luggage he had already packed, and when he was about to leave with his long sword on his back, his eyes wandered to another room like a ghost.

In the end, he resigned himself to his fate and walked into Yan Qing'an's bedroom.

He Heng gently pushed the door open a gap, and got in like a cat to ensure that no one in the room would be disturbed.

Yan Qingan's bedroom seemed to be much warmer than the courtyard outside, and the sound of the other party's even and long breathing came from the room.

The person in front of him was lying on his side on the bed, with his hands under his head, and he seemed to be in a deep sleep. His long ink-like hair was hanging down, his thin pink lips were slightly parted, and his sleeping face looked very cute.

After He Hengguang glanced at him from such a distance, somewhere in his heart suddenly softened.

He remembered that it was the same in the previous two worlds. Yan Qing'an was always very obedient when he fell asleep, and sometimes he could sleep in his arms all night without moving much.

On the other hand, He Heng is different. He can sleep from bedside to bedside. When he wakes up, he can't find southeast, north, south, and north.

For this reason, Yan Qing'an always complained to him about whether he could change his domineering sleeping appearance.

But at this time, He Heng would always hug each other like a fool, bit his neck, and said angrily, "No."

At the moment when he opened the door and left, his gaze stayed on Yan Qing'an's peaceful sleeping face for a moment, with a little nostalgia and reluctance.

But in the end, He Heng turned around resolutely and left.

he thinks,

Master would be better off without himself, right?

Maybe it won't take long to break through the tenth layer of the Huayang Sword Art and fulfill the dream of being a cultivator all his life.

At that time, Yan Qing'an will no longer be bound by worldly feelings, he can live a chic and comfortable life, and do whatever he wants.

As for He Heng, there are still many things waiting for him to deal with in the Demon Realm.

Since in the prophecy of the thousand-faced demon fox, those unsealed monsters will gather in the demon world to rebel again, in this case, instead of passively waiting for them to rebel, it is better to take the initiative to attack those monsters before they are fully awakened. The Demon Realm gave these monsters and their future Demon Lord to one pot.

Thinking of this, He Heng stepped into the vast night with his long sword on his feet and his backpack on his back. He was like a boat sailing away from home and lost its direction, bumping in the sea.

Of course, this is a literal meaning, because the vigor of those jars of aged wine that He Heng secretly drank just now is all over the place, and he has not been flying for a long time while holding the sword, and his body is already crooked like an earthworm. The extremely dangerous posture attracted frequent glances from others.

In the end, he was stopped by the Taoist priest who supervised air traffic safety at an intersection because he violated the eight rules of Yujian Law - "drunk driving".

Out of concern that He Heng was a first offender and under his verbal threats, of course the latter was the main reason, the Taoist only gave him a verbal warning and kindly helped him stop a passenger ship.

After the boat sailed leisurely into the intersection, He Heng staggered onto the boat with a jug of old wine in his hand, causing the boat to shake violently.

"Where is the guest going?"

The boatman looked at his drunken look, thinking that this young man must have lost his love.

He Heng sat down on the boat suddenly, and the boat shook violently again. He took a sip of wine and said:

"Go to Huangquan!"

In their cultivation world, Huangquan generally refers to the Jiuyou Huangquan at the foot of Cangshan Mountain, and now it is the lair of monsters wandering around or escaping the seal, and it is full of strong evil spirits all year round, and the sun is not visible. Absolutely do not want to set foot in the place.

Boatman: ""

He immediately persuaded him to turn his head and comforted him: "Guest officer, are you broken in love or something? You can look for it again if you are broken in love, why can't you think about it?"

He Heng stretched out his hand to stop him, "I am not going to die."

"I'm looking for someone."

He was going to find out the demon masters of those little demons and give him a severe lesson to see if he would dare to make trouble again in the future.

After hearing his words, the boatman immediately shut his mouth obediently and started rowing again.

Those who go to Huangquan to find someone, fine, just pretend that he didn't say anything.

In less than four or five hours, the boat docked opposite the large sea of ​​flowers on the other shore, and at the end of the sea of ​​flowers, there was a dazzling plaque with the four characters "Jiuyou Huangquan" engraved on it.

As soon as the boatman put He Heng down, he disappeared, so He Heng staggered across the sea of ​​flowers on the other side with his long sword on his back.

But at this time, in the depressed Demon Realm Great Hall, the little fox demon covered in fur was sitting at the empty front desk with his head drooping, bored.

A gust of autumn wind swept over and blew up a few fallen leaves on the ground. It finally couldn't help but yawned again, saying:

"You said what hope is there for these days, and I said that the plan you came up with to develop the tourism industry is unreliable. No one in the comprehension world dares to travel to Jiuyou Huangquan now. They all think we are monsters that eat people. , it’s too late to run.”

"Now that the economy is so depressed, how long can this small place last? You see, we are almost unable to get rid of it now, or we should just pack up and leave early."

Hearing this, the rabbit-eared demon straightened the crooked "Welcome to the Demon World" sign on the opponent's head again,

"Don't worry, aren't we posting notices all over the place saying that we are going to recruit a new Demon Lord? Maybe it will be better with Demon Lord?"

Hearing this, the little fox demon became even more dejected.

"Other places are recruiting employees, how have you ever heard of recruiting bosses for yourself?! This life is really hard to live"

But at this moment, the door of the main hall was pushed open with a bang, and a strong wind suddenly blew inside the hall, and the two little monsters looked at the door in surprise,

I saw a man with a black air all over his body but an extremely handsome appearance walking in with a long sword on his back.

There are also recognizable patterns carved on his forehead and neck.

It's been a long time with those bull-headed horse faces in the Demon Realm, the first time the two little monsters saw such a handsome man, they were immediately so nervous that they didn't know what to say.

Seeing He Heng stumbling to the front desk, they slammed the long sword on the table with a bang, supported their heads with their hands, and said drunkenly:

"I'm here, I'm here to find the Demon Lord"

The rabbit demon didn't understand what he said later, but when he heard the word "Mozun", his eyes lit up and he said:

"Are you here to apply for the Demon Lord?"

Now that the times are changing, how can their Demon Realm fall behind the trend of the times? The current plan must be to find a handsome and suitable Demon Lord as their fashion spokesperson for the Demon Realm.

So the moment he saw He Heng, the rabbit demon almost had two golden lights in his eyes,

Feeling a line of sight hitting him like a bright searchlight in the dark night sky, He Heng immediately felt his breath stagnate, and he didn't even listen to the other party's words just now.

Facing the sight of the little monster sweeping back and forth, he stretched out his hand to cover his chest,

"What are you doing? Want to fight"

The fox demon interrupted him directly, "How tall are you?"

Hearing this, He Heng slowly put out a question mark, what does this monster mean?Come to fight and ask about height?

Why, if I'm not tall enough, I'm not qualified to find their Demon Lord, right?

What about the devil world still engaging in height discrimination?

But even so, he said:

"188."

When the fox demon heard this, his ears pricked up, and he said again: "What about the weight, waist circumference, chest circumference, shoulder width, and leg length?"

He Heng: ""

He thought badly, he won't run into any pervert, right?

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

Seeing that the situation was not right, the rabbit demon grabbed the fox demon by the collar and whispered: "Look at him, he is full of devilish energy, and he is so handsome. There is no other person in the world who is so suitable to be our image ambassador." Yet?"

After all, it ran directly in front of He Heng, and said affectionately:

"No problem, your conditions can't be more suitable, just come with us to try on clothes, this way please."

Hearing this, He Heng touched his nose in confusion.

Why do you have to take a shower and change clothes when you come to fight with the Demon Lord?

so pious?

Is this really the devil world?

Although he was a little confused, the alcohol in those jars of old wine was too strong. He Heng felt dizzy and couldn't think at all, so he simply walked over with the little demon.

After bypassing the labyrinth-like cellar, he came to an extraordinarily luxurious bedroom, which was comparable in size to a presidential suite. In the center was a "kgsize" bed made of red velvet. The bathing pool is as big as a small swimming pool, and there are very artistic murals on the walls.

The Rabbit Demon immediately picked up the luxurious gold-embellished robe specially made for their future Demon Lord from the bed, and handed it to He Heng respectfully.

"It's definitely suitable for you, so hurry up and try it on." After saying that, he closed the palace door very intimately for him.

He Hengyun changed his clothes in a daze, and then pushed open the door. Looking at the various fluffy little monsters gathered outside the hall at this time, he was taken aback for a moment, and then pulled himself The V-shaped neckline that is more open than a bathrobe,

"Don't you think it's a little too revealing?"

Unexpectedly, the rabbit demon shook his head again and again,

"Good dew point, good dew point."

What is the traffic password that attracts the attention of the outside world today?

That has to be the half naked handsome guy.

He Heng: ""

While he was still in a daze, accompanied by the dazzling flashlight, a "click" sounded, and a mouse demon who could stand on two feet took out the photo he had just taken from the spiritual mirror, and handed it to He Heng.

"What do you think of this advertisement? Are you satisfied?"

He Heng lowered his head and saw that it was a photo of himself wearing a deep V dress robe, with a line of words beside it, "Let us warmly welcome the new demon king of Jiuyou Huangquan!!!"

He immediately felt his brain "buzzing",

After going on for a long time, it turned out that the Demon Lord was actually himself? !

However, He Heng thought about it, this is not impossible. If he becomes the demon king, then these little monsters can only become good citizens who abide by the law under his leadership, and there will be no possibility of rebellion in the future.

Having figured all this out, He Heng couldn't help feeling better, and said:

"Master Mozun, although our Jiuyou Huangquan's economy is not very prosperous now, but now we are trying to develop the tourism industry, what are your opinions and opinions?"

Hearing this, He Heng looked down at all kinds of fluffy cat demons, rabbit demons, and fox demons with ears, tails, and other fluffy monsters in front of him, and showed a calm and calm smile.

"Isn't that simple? Isn't the opportunity right in front of you now?"

After all, he licked the big ears of the rabbit demon under the puzzled eyes of everyone,

"Don't you understand what people like nowadays?"

"From today onwards, don't use the old-fashioned name of 'Demon Realm' anymore! I would like to call this place 'Furry Control Paradise'. Within a month, this place will definitely become a five-a-level scenic spot in the cultivation world!"

Yan Qing'an just fell asleep, and when he woke up the next day, He Heng was gone, and the several altars of fine wine that Nie Zong kept with him were gone.

When he felt the abundant aura in his body, he knew that He Heng must have returned the inner alchemy to him.

But at this moment, looking at the empty Wang Anju, Yan Qing'an felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

The fox demon's illusion has been over for a long time, but his heart-wrenching feeling for He Heng has not disappeared.

As time passed, Yan Qing'an became more and more convinced that this was not an emotion created by the illusion of the fox demon. If it hadn't really existed, how could it have left such a strong imprint on him?

After realizing the fact that the other party had really left, Yan Qing'an searched aimlessly in the courtyard like a headless chicken, trying to find the few words He Heng left for him.

You can't just leave without saying a word to yourself, right?

In the end, he found a letter written by He Heng by the bookcase in the main hall. There were only two short lines on it,

"Master, I am a bad apprentice."

"Without me, you must be able to practice the ruthless way faster, right?"

The handwriting looks crooked, like an earthworm crawling.

At first glance, he must have secretly drank Nie Zong's wine to write such ugly words!

Yan Qing'an stared at those two lines of ugly words for a long time, after confirming that He Heng did not leave any other information for himself, such as where he went, when he would come back, why he left and couldn't come back.

He ran into the bedroom angrily and took out the love letter that he had hidden under the pillow and spent three days writing.

Yan Qing'an angrily tore up the two letters, and then wiped away his tears in disbelief.

Before he asked others how to write a love letter so as not to appear abrupt, those little Taoist boys teased him, "Why does Daoist Yan need to write a love letter, can't it be done with just a few words?"

But now, looking at the shredded papers all over the floor, he angrily thought that those words were all lies!Everyone in He Heng has disappeared, so what else do you "like"?

But at this moment, the spiritual mirror on Yan Qing'an's body suddenly let out a "ding!", and he subconsciously thought that someone had sent him a message, so he hurriedly took the spiritual mirror out of his cuff.

As a result, when he took a look, he found that it turned out to be a boring junk advertisement with a very obvious title on it,

"Jiuyouhuangquan welcomes the first handsome new demon king, who may become the new image ambassador of the demon world. "

Normally, Yan Qing'an wouldn't click on an advertisement that was so boring and eye-catching at first glance, but he was in a bad mood today, and he wanted to see what a handsome Mozun it would take to save Jiuyou Huangquan's bad image.

But the moment he clicked on the ad, Yan Qing'an only felt that his breathing was stagnant, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Because oncoming was a photo of He Heng wearing a luxurious and domineering demon king's nightgown inlaid with deep v, black and inlaid with gold, sitting lazily on the demon king's throne.

From his condescending, calm and indifferent expression, it can be seen that he is not at all sad.

Yan Qing'an immediately felt that all the tears shed just now were in vain, and now she was angry.

This rebel, what did you say that he was practicing the ruthless way so as not to affect him?

Obviously just looking for an excuse to be happy and happy!

How could he let this scumbag go so easily?

So when Nie Zong came to Wang'anju after a busy day of teaching affairs, he was about to ask Yan Qing'an for a jar of his Immortal Confused Wine. It's empty, where can I see half a figure?

In the end, he found Yan Qing'an in front of the empty cellar door and left a note for himself, with a few lines written on it,

"Uncle, I'm not a good nephew, I failed to protect your baby well."

"But now I have very important things to do, so I can only leave the sect for a while, don't read."

"S: This person drank your wine secretly (there is a q version of He Heng with a wolf's tail and ears next to it), so if you see him, please take him back. "

The author has something to say: Nie Zong (beating his chest, to He Heng): You just lost love!What I lost was my lifeblood!