Xianjun, please calm down

Mozun didn't ask him any questions, but would come to visit him from time to time, sometimes he would just sit there quietly and watch for a while, and sometimes he would say a few insignificant words, which made Xing Zhao feel extremely bewildered.

Xing Zhao deeply felt that this Demon Lord did things that people could not understand. If he was not insane, then there was some ulterior conspiracy.

For example, one day, the Lord of the Demon Realm walked towards him with a cold face, and just when he thought that the Demon Lord was finally going to kill him, the master pinched his face and licked his mouth I stuffed a elixir in it, and then walked away. If it was a poison elixir, it would be fine, but it was a healing medicine...

Such a painless life as a prisoner, until Xing Zhao's injuries were healed, the butcher's knife he was waiting for still did not come down.

Xing Zhao was trapped in the magic palace, his spiritual power was locked, and he could only move about in this room. Although this room is quite big, it will inevitably make people feel anxious after a long time. Sometimes he even thinks, the demon king Could it be that this method was used to wear down his will.

But after thinking about it, he is really not worth the effort of the majestic Demon Venerable for being a little guy. He is really at a loss as to the purpose of the Demon Venerable. After much deliberation, the most reliable conclusion is: There is something wrong with respect.

It can't be blamed that he always puts his mind on guessing the intention of the Demon Lord, it's really boring here, he has nothing to do, and he can't go out, except wandering in the room every day, only his head can active.

Xing Zhao stood at the window, shook the iron lock on his wrist, looked melancholy at the dark sky outside, and sighed softly.

Suddenly, Mozun's low voice came from behind: "Do you want to go out?"

Xing Zhao was already numb to his elusiveness, and he didn't cooperate to express intimidation, and said without even turning his head: "Nonsense."

The Mozun was not angry either, he just walked to his side and looked out, "I can only see a corner of the sky here."

Xing Zhao sneered, "I'm not blind either."

Mozun was silent for a while, stretched out his hand and twisted his arm, lifted him to the door, waved his sleeves, and the hall door opened wide.

He said in a deep voice, "You can see clearly here."

Xing Zhao moved his arm that was about to be broken, secretly ground his molars, and told himself over and over again in his heart that this man is a Demon Lord, and he is a prisoner, so he must be patient...

Mozun looked at his expression and said, "Don't you like this place?"

Facing such a speech while standing up and talking without pain in the back, Xing Zhao, who was about to be suffocated, couldn't bear it anymore. He turned his head and gritted his teeth and growled: "Can you stay away from me?!"

Mozun saw his arrogant attitude, his face turned cold, and he said coldly: "You think I won't kill you?"

Xing Zhao took two steps forward with a "slap" and roared intermittently: "Then you are going to kill me! What are you doing here?"

Demon Lord obviously didn't expect that instead of being frightened, he would become even more excited. The Lord of the Demon Realm was caught off guard, but an enemy spy... forced him to take a step back.

But it was only one step, and his dignity as a devil did not allow him to take any further steps back.

Xing Zhao took two steps forward, and he took a step back, causing their bodies to stick together. At such a close distance, Xing Zhao's roar inevitably sprayed him all over the face.

Demon Venerable: "..."

The man in front of him has his spiritual power sealed, and he is as fragile as those useless ordinary people in the human race. He can be stabbed to death with one finger. He is very interesting. The Demon Lord does not want to kill him yet, so he cannot be beaten. Well, it's easy to kill.

But he is so bold, how can he achieve the purpose of teaching without killing him?

Also, if you wipe your face with your sleeve now, it will be very imposing, but don't wipe it, do you want to wait for it to dry itself?

The Lord of the Demon Realm was caught in a dilemma for a while.

Xing Zhao looked at him standing there with a livid face, and suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up, and simply sat down on the ground with his shoulders shaking.

As a human race, it was worth dying to see the Demon Lord eat so much and show such a funny look.

Mozun squinted at him: "..."

[He dared to laugh at me, it seems that it is really impossible to not clean up. 】

He turned around slowly and took a step outside, thinking about it, he was still so angry that he couldn't help but waved back his sleeves.

Xing Zhao, who was sitting on the ground laughing wildly, was suddenly swept to the side of the bed by a strong wind, hit the bedpost with a "bang", spewed out a blood mist with a "poof", fell to the ground and coughed up blood again.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but still smiled: "I'm mad at you."

Mozun looked at the blood on his lips, but still had a smile on his face, moved his fingers lightly, turned around and walked out, and the door of the temple was closed with a "bang".

Xing Zhao sat up leaning on the bedpost with his hands on the ground, coughed a few more times, raised his sleeves and wiped the blood from his lips indiscriminately, leaned his head on the pillar, and looked up with half-opened eyes .

Mozun is not a good-tempered person. In fact, he doesn't know what "patience" is. Xing Zhao has no doubts. It's really weird that he hasn't died yet.

If you don't kill, it must be useful.

He closed his eyes heavily, and sighed softly, what on earth is Mozun going to use him for?

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Mozun went out, finally wiped his face with his sleeves, and returned to his bedroom with a cold face.

A cultivator who doesn't know how to live or die, not only spat at him but also dared to laugh at him, just kill him.

But he is very interesting, killing him... is a bit reluctant.

Reluctant... This is a new feeling.

Growing up in the demon realm where the jungle preys on the weak, the Demon Lord has never had anything that he can't bear to part with, let alone anyone he can't bear to part with. He has never experienced this kind of emotion before.

Sitting on his big bed with black and gold as the main color, he frowned slightly when he thought of the blood on the man's lips.

【Will he die quietly alone? 】

[It's just a finger wind, it shouldn't be. 】

[It's fine if you're dead, just pretend you haven't been caught. 】

But if Xing Zhao died, then his only entertainment activity in the future, "following someone", would be gone.

Thinking about it this way, it was actually interesting when he was caught and placed in the temple instead of outside.

Master Mozun sat in the dormitory and thought for a while, then decided to take a look.

In fact, Xing Zhao's room was very close to his own dormitory. He went out, turned around and entered Xing Zhao's room.

The man sat leaning against the bedpost with his head bowed, appearing to be asleep.

Mozun stood at the door watching for a while, then walked forward slowly.

The man still didn't respond.

Mozun frowned, squatted down, and raised his face with his hands.The blood on Xing Zhao's lips has been wiped off, but his complexion is very bad, his eyes are tightly closed, and his breath is weak.