What is the reborn Great Demon King doing?

When the knock on the door sounded, Feng Qi was lying on the bed with an unhappy expression, waiting for Shen Heng to give him barbecue.

Thinly sliced ​​large pieces of pork belly, grilled until both sides are browned, and the edges are slightly rolled up. The fat is sizzling and singing softly under the heating. After being sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, the aroma is tangy and mouth-watering. mad flow.

Shen Heng fed Feng Qi a piece of meat, Feng Qi raised her head and ate it in two bites.

But the satisfaction of his appetite could not erase his anger.

When he thought that his meat was supposed to be used to make money, a lot of money, and then used to buy clothes, cakes, and ice cream, the fire in his heart surged up. Although eating meat is very happy, but eating The happier he was, the more he realized that it was all money, money he should have earned.

Every time he took a bite, Feng Qi said in his heart: ten yuan.

Two bites are 20 yuan.

Three mouthfuls is 30 yuan.

After eating more than a dozen mouthfuls in a row, Feng Qi finally burst into tears from the pain, raised his head and said sadly: "If we sell meat down here now, maybe we don't know how much money we have earned."

Shen Heng had no choice but to comfort him: "Master, don't worry. It will be fine after a while."

"No!" Feng Qi patted the head of the bed in grief and indignation: "I don't want to wait any longer!"

"If it wasn't for that damned green-haired boy reporting us! We would have lived a good life long ago!"

"Master, we snatched him first." Shen Heng said helplessly.

"But he didn't report that I robbed him! And didn't he rob the owner of the barbecue stall first!"

When it comes to the owner of the barbecue stall, Feng Qi's heart aches.

If it weren't for the green hair boy and his uncle, he should be a rich and satisfied barbecue stall owner now, living a prosperous and happy life.

All this, yes!It's all that green-haired boy's fault!

"I'm so pissed off..." Feng Qi couldn't think of any other way, so he could only hug the quilt and roll around to vent his anger.

Shen Heng watched from the side with a smile.

The room was busy when someone knocked on the outside door three times.

Feng Qi paused, and looked towards the living room puzzled.

Shen Heng's face also darkened.

"Let me see who it is—" Feng Qi transformed quickly, looked for clothes, jumped off the bed, and said happily: "Maybe our roast meat is so delicious that someone can't help being tempted to come and buy it." La!"

However, through the gate with mental power, he saw a person standing upright with most of his face hidden in the collar of the windbreaker—it was not his customer at first sight.

"Finding faults, Shen Heng, you go and open the door." Feng Qi fell back into the quilt again.

Shen Heng left the bedroom silently, and opened the door of the living room with a sullen face.

Zhang Yi's face hidden in the windbreaker automatically transformed into a kind elder smiling face the moment he heard the doorknob turn.

He raised his head with a smile on his face, met Shen Heng's dark face, and immediately choked.

"Cough," he smiled unnaturally, tugged at his collar, returned to his normal state, and said coldly, "You're that dual-line boy who lives here? The owner of the pet that hurt civilians?"

"What's your business?" Shen Heng leaned against the door with folded arms, not intending to invite anyone in.

"I'm here to look for your pet." Zhang Yi acted as if he didn't see anyone's face at all, and got into the room familiarly, looking around, looking for his cute little pet all over the room.

I found it, it's mine, hehe!This is what Zhang Yi thought when he entered the room and looked around for the little pet.

Then, he was picked up by one hand.

It's true, Shen Heng is half a head taller than him, and when he lifts Zhang Yi up with one hand, it's effortless, just like picking up his own little chicken.

"You'd better behave yourself." Shen Heng uttered a few words in a low voice, his sharp eyes swept across Zhang Yi's neck coldly, at that moment, Zhang Yi suddenly had the illusion of being strangled by the god of death.

In the next second, he realized that he was actually held hostage by a little "apprentice"!

The pride from the supernatural person made him lose his mind at that moment, subconsciously mobilized his mental power and mobilized his supernatural powers, and countless razor-sharp golden lights pierced Shen Heng from all directions.

During this second of the luck ability, Zhang Yi had murderous intentions towards Shen Heng.

Anyway, as an official supernatural user, he didn't have to worry about being held accountable for killing a trainee superhuman who was listed as a dangerous target.

He just regretted that he still wanted to do something good for this kid and take care of him.

However, soon, all Zhang Yi's complicated thinking stopped.

He looked at Shen Heng who was motionless in surprise, and saw that the golden light he emitted touched him, and disappeared out of thin air without even having any effect.

In the next second, an extremely powerful mental coercion descended on him.

Under that terrible coercion, Zhang Yi couldn't hold on for even a second, and was directly pressed to the ground. Big drops of sweat instantly soaked the clothes he was wearing inside the windbreaker .

Zhang Yi looked at Shen Heng with his head sideways, his eyes were tearing apart, and he realized that he had mentioned the iron plate.

But under this terrible pressure, he couldn't even utter a sound, so he could only mouth to Shen Heng with difficulty: "My... man... forgive... my life..."

Shen Heng took a deep look at him, seeing that Zhang Yi was so nervous that he was about to stop beating before he opened his mouth.

The voice didn't sound in the living room, but directly from the depths of Zhang Yi's soul: "Remember, don't make any wrong decisions. Satisfy all his requirements."

Zhang Yi's eyes were about to burst, and he could only blink with tears in his eyes to express his understanding.

The next moment, all stress is gone.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but thank God for allowing him to breathe fresh air alive.

For the first time, he knew that it was such a happy thing to be able to breathe freely, so...

Zhang Yi wiped his tears and got up, respectfully bowed to Shen Heng, just about to speak, Shen Heng's voice sounded in his mind: "Don't say anything, just pretend that this never happened, don't let him see it. You can do whatever you want, go in."

Although he didn't know what game the boss was playing, Zhang Yi nodded, quickly arranged his clothes and expressions, and walked into the bedroom as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Yi stood by the bedroom door, Feng Qi, who was still restless, barely looked up.

Seeing that it wasn't Shen Heng, he frowned and said unhappily: "Shen Heng, what's the matter with you! Who is this, you just let him in! Can't solve it, do you need me to help you?"

Feng Qi stood up while talking, planning to send this guy directly to meet his ancestors.

He didn't need to guess. This guy must be a reinforcement from the Police Inspectorate.

"Hey, my lord, don't get excited. Don't get excited." Zhang Yi took a few steps back and waved his hands to show weakness, "I have no malicious intentions."

Feng Qi sat back on the bed again, leaning her small body against the center of the pillow, and asked lazily, "Oh? Aren't you someone sent by the Police Supervision Bureau?"

"The little one was sent by the police inspectorate." Zhang Yi smiled awkwardly, "But the little one didn't expect this to be the case here. If he knew that it was a powerful adult like you, no matter how bold Ren Xiao was, he wouldn't dare Come deal with you."

"Oh?" Feng Qi sat up slightly, "You know the strength of this deity? Didn't you say that this deity is a failed creation? Why did you call your lord again?"

"That's natural." Zhang Yi smiled reluctantly, and said awkwardly: "I used an instrument to measure your mental strength downstairs, and the instrument directly exploded. If you can make the instrument explode, naturally it will not be a failure." creations, but noble and successful creations like you."

"Exploded? What do you mean?" Feng Qi was puzzled.

"Um, probably, it means that the measurement limit of the instrument was exceeded, and the measuring instrument was broken." Zhang Yi smiled and explained the term to Feng Qi, thinking in his heart, where did this come from? Battle pets, why don't they even understand these basic common sense.

But when he thought that there was a devil watching behind him, he didn't dare to express any doubts, and his attitude couldn't be better.

"Ah, that's it." Feng Qi finally became a little interested, "Then how much mental strength is my mental strength that you measured?"

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The author has something to say:

Shen Heng: I came to open the door in person, are you moved?

Zhang Yi: Don't dare to move, dare not move.