What is the reborn Great Demon King doing?

This should be a very condescending perspective.

"Hello, honorable Lord of the Shrine." The boy with a resolute face imitated the movements of the people around him awkwardly, and knelt down in front of him crookedly.

Feng Qi looked at the boy's slender bones and thought to himself, won't this child's parents feed him?So thin.

Then the child raised his head and saw a pair of bright eyes. The child's face was very small and thin, as if he hadn't eaten enough, but those eyes were surprisingly bright, and he looked pious and serious when he spoke. : "I want to join the shrine and learn the method of cultivation."

It was only then that Feng Qi realized that someone had spoken in his ear just now, and the boy was answering that person's question.

Feng Qi looked around again, and found that this place was unusually familiar, as if he had seen it a thousand times or ten thousand times—he remembered, this was his shrine.

Lord of the shrine?Feng Qi thought about it amusedly, isn't this the title his subordinates gave him?The leader of the human race called him the devil, and the ordinary human race liked to call him the big devil in private.He guessed it himself, and felt that the title of Great Demon King was quite prestigious, but his subordinates didn't dare to call him that, so they collectively called him the Lord of the Shrine.

Those people want to talk about his demon, but he wants to say that he is a god. They say that he is following a crooked way of magic, so he just wants to name the palace where he lives in the shrine, and let those who come to him think Those who learn the method of cultivation from him become disciples of the shrine.

Hehe, he actually went back to the past.Feng Qi tried it, and found that he seemed to only have a pair of eyes to see, and could not do anything else, so he looked at the kneeling boy below with great interest.

This young man is a little thinner, but his expression is determined. If he is taught well, he may be his opponent in the future.

"..." There was another sound next to Feng Qi's ear. He wanted to listen carefully, but he couldn't hear it clearly. There was only a buzzing noise, and then he watched helplessly as the boy was carried away. It looks like it's about to be thrown outside the shrine.

Feng Qi was a little puzzled, feeling a little strange.It shouldn't be, this young man looks pretty good, he has always been open to anyone who wants to learn the cultivation method, in this case, shouldn't he accept him?

But before Feng Qi figured out what was wrong, Feng Qi's gaze began to change again, he seemed to appear in a room, Feng Qi looked around, and found that this was the meditation room he often stayed in, usually used for meditation in a daze.

Someone knelt down in front of him and reported to him: "Master, I have already taught that kid a lesson and left him off the mountain. Oh, this human race is really wicked, and now they still want to send someone in to be a traitor, really think we are all Are you blind? But this human race is really willing to spend money, we have checked, and the one who came this time is the young patriarch of the human race who changed his appearance."

Listening to this person's words, Feng Qi rubbed her forehead and thought about it, and finally remembered that there seemed to be such a relationship between him and Shen Heng.

Shen Heng disguised himself and wanted to sneak into the shrine, but the spies of his shrine found out about it in advance, so he simply had him beaten up and thrown out.

However, Shen Heng was not frightened by this setback. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he gave up his disguise, and directly used his original face, and appeared outside his shrine with many scars. The threshold of his shrine was smeared red.

Feng Qi thought about it, and then turned around, and someone came to report in front of him: "Master, the young patriarch of the human race used a bitter trick this time. He rolled himself into the thorns and pretended at the gate of our shrine that he asked us to take him in."

A vague voice came from his ear, Feng Qi knew it was "he" and asked Shen Heng to be brought in to have a look.

At that time, he had someone bring Shen Heng in with the intention of watching a good show. The young patriarch of the human race deliberately planned to sneak into his shrine, and he did not hesitate to hurt himself. As a result, he, the shrine master, knew everything. This injury was in vain.

But when the person brought Shen Heng, who was dying, covered in scars, and covered with dust on his face and hands, to him, and when the messed-up young man looked at him with glaring eyes again, Feng Qi suddenly got up. He wanted to keep him down.

Feng Qi didn't know what he was thinking at that time, he clearly already knew that this guy was here to be a traitor, and he was probably thinking of finding an opportunity to give him two knives, but strangely, he treated the people around him He beckoned and someone took him down.

He didn't directly say to take Shen Heng as a disciple, but only said that it was useless to watch him, let him be a sweeping servant in his backyard.But it is also worthwhile for the people in his shrine to speculate about his thoughts in private for a long time, actually...he himself doesn't know what he thinks, maybe he is bewitched.

But thinking about it now, it's worth it.

Feng Qi smacked her lips, watching the person bring Shen Heng who was covered in blood and putty into the room.

Feng Qi carefully scanned the deep red wounds on Shen Heng's body with his eyes, and couldn't help thinking: Shen Heng is really willing to spend money, look at this wound!

At this time, Shen Heng was only 16 years old.She is willing to be so cruel to herself at such a young age, tsk tsk.I don't know how to be so stupid.Feng Qi shook her head in her heart, sighing for a while.

At this time, Shen Heng, who was dying below, dragged his embarrassed body, and slowly raised his head.

He also had scratches on his face, and his face was still young, the wound was horribly turned out, and he was dragged in all the way, and he didn't know how much ashes rolled over along the way, his face was messed up and blurred with blood Only the two star-like eyes are still as bright as the last time I saw it, as if being lit by someone, as if there is a raging fire burning.

"The traitor of the human race, Shen Heng, was hurt by his own race, and he wants to worship under the sect of the shrine, learn a powerful method, avenge his hatred, and not be bullied in this life."

I don't know if it was because I watched it again from the perspective of a bystander, but at this moment, Feng Qi suddenly felt that he had found the reason why he took him in in the first place.

Shen Heng, who was kneeling at his feet, was as humble as a piece of rotten flesh, but he had such bright eyes, and the thing in his eyes was sharp and sharp like a peerless sharp knife, and those eyes were still staring at him intently. , as if he was his last straw, such a sharp knife, in another scene, he also wants to treasure it, right?

Even if this knife may rebel in the future, it will brew an unruly heart in an attempt to cut a fatal wound on his master.

With his pride and absolute confidence in himself, he must collect such a knife.

In the voice he couldn't hear clearly, Shen Heng was taken down, Feng Qi closed his eyes familiarly, and opened his eyes again, he was already sitting in the meditation room.

There was a lamp in his room, and the small flame was swaying in the breeze blowing in from nowhere. He saw a small figure shrinking in the corner outside the room and peeking at him.

Probably because of the angle, the figure was not illuminated by the light, but the other party didn't realize that the shrine was built on the top of a snow mountain with a bright moon in the sky, so there was no fire to illuminate his shadow, and the moonlight exposed his traces.

Feng Qi thought about it, and guessed that the shadow was probably Shen Heng.

He can guess it now, and he must have guessed it in the past.Feng Qi's memory of many past events is not clear, so she can't guess what this "self" here will do to Shen Heng.

Maybe, I hung him up and beat him?Feng Qi made a guess according to her normal thinking.

However, Feng Qi waited for a long time, but he didn't see that he had the intention to get up.

Instead, he found that he, who should have been meditating or in a daze, seemed to be doing a set of basic exercises of his own spiritual cultivation method.

Feng Qi looked at the shadow outside, and sure enough, he saw the shadow tremble, and followed him.

Feng Qi was a little surprised, maybe it's been too long?He didn't know that he was so kind to Shen Heng before.

The scene changed again, Feng Qi realized that she was doing a set of movements in the backyard, while Shen Heng, who was dressed as a servant, was hiding in the woods behind, absently sweeping the maple leaves in the woods.

His eyes were completely glued to Feng Qi's movements, and he unconsciously followed his movements to do the bodywork.

He probably thought that he was standing far away, and he was holding a broom as a cover, so he focused on learning without distraction. He never expected that the mere distance of only a hundred meters was no different from Feng Qi's eyesight, which was far beyond ordinary people's eyesight.

Feng Qi thought that he must have discovered Shen Heng who was using sweeping the floor as a cover and stealing lessons, but this time he also pretended not to see, not only pretending not to see, even the moves he used deliberately Slow down, as if to give Shen Heng a chance to steal something.

Feng Qi no longer doubted the fact that he secretly had the heart to teach Shen Heng at that time. Although he was a little surprised because he didn't remember it, but thinking about Shen Heng's talent, he felt that it was indeed something he could do.

As for forgetting, Feng Qi's heart is as big as the hole in his brain. He had lived for more than 100 years before Shen Heng was born, and his brain is a leaky ladle. He doesn't bother to put anything in it. , forgetting is also a normal thing.

Because Feng Qi in this world wants to save Shen Heng some face, he can't unscrupulously observe Shen Heng's clumsy movement when he imitated him, but Feng Qi from 10 years later can take this opportunity to appreciate his youth , Shen Heng's childish figure.

Yay, what a clumsy kid.He deliberately slowed down his movements, but he still couldn't keep up.

After you go out, you have to make a good joke about Shen Heng.

It didn't take long to watch, the picture in front of me changed again, and a person came to report, with a face full of disbelief: "Master, there is a kid in your backyard who seems to be thinking on his own, and his mental strength has broken through the limit."

Feng Qi only laughed in secret, thinking that these subordinates might not know that he secretly made a small fuss about his knife.

He saw himself waving his hand casually, which meant affirmatively.

He used to have regulations in the shrine, but anyone who could cultivate beyond the limit would spontaneously become one of his disciples.This is the meaning of acknowledging Shen Heng as a disciple of the shrine.

In the next field of vision, Feng Qi saw a young man in white who was kneeling on one knee in a heroic manner.

Those eyes were still as bright as ever, but there was something in them that he couldn't understand.

Looking at his vigorous appearance, Feng Qi couldn't help thinking: I wonder if Shen Heng, who is kneeling at his feet at this moment, is thinking about the scene of cutting off his head one day?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing in his heart.

In fact, he knew that Shen Heng came here with the intention of being a traitor at the beginning, and he secretly taught him, maybe he found a job for himself, prepared to train Shen Heng himself, and waited for the day when Shen Heng learned and came to confront him .

He confirmed that he had never had a day of pretending to him publicly, so when did Shen Heng change his mind about being a traitor?

Feng Qi thought, his expression was a little dazed, and he missed several scenes in a row. When he realized it, the space channel of the aliens had changed. Several strange-looking demons invaded the human tribe and killed several tribesmen. It's time.

It was another night, but there was no moon in the sky. He was sitting in his small meditation room, with the candles flickering. In the same corner, a dark figure was reflected on the door. Unlike the previous time, this time The figure of this time is already tall and majestic.

"..." A vague voice sounded, and he knew that he was calling someone from outside to come in.

The closed door was pushed open silently, this is the place where Feng Qi lives alone, and the disciples all have their own places to go, without permission, they are not allowed to approach without authorization, and the servants who serve him also hide far away, Usually no one dares to approach.

But Shen Heng, who was a servant before and a disciple now, has never followed this rule.

Shen Heng's tall figure cast a large shadow in the meditation room, Feng Qi looked up at him from his own perspective, thinking: His food these few years has been really good, and he has grown so tall.It's a pity that the knife he raised with his own hands was about to disappear before it could slash at him.

Shen Heng knelt down in front of him without saying a word, and this time, he never looked at him with his shining eyes again.

He knew that Shen Kuo had come to beg himself to save his father.

The extraterrestrial demons have never invaded on a large scale, and now only two or three big cats and kittens have come in, but they have already caused huge losses to the human race. In order to encircle and suppress those few extraterrestrial demons, the human race lost a lot of manpower.

A purely physical attack can cause very limited damage to those extraterrestrial demons, they are only afraid of spiritual attacks.

But, isn't Feng Qi and those extraterrestrial demons have the same position in the human race's heart?

There was silence in the meditation room for a long time, Shen Heng knelt in front of him all night, and limped away at dawn the next day.

From her own perspective, Feng Qi looked up at the back of Shen Heng leaving alone, the door was wide open, and Shen Heng, who was usually respectful and respectful, didn't care about the etiquette this time, he pushed the door rudely and then ignored it.

Feng Qi knew that it was because he didn't care anymore.

As Shen Heng walked out, he took off the school uniform of Jingu casually. His movements were very impatient, as if the clothes on his body were some kind of poisonous snake and beast. Brute force tore it and threw it on the ground.

Shen Heng walked all the way, and there were pieces of his torn clothes along the way.

Shen Heng finally disappeared into the woods in his backyard.

There is a trail in the woods leading directly to the foot of the mountain, which is where Shen Heng meets the spies from the human race once a year.

Feng Qi knew about this a long time ago. Once he opened up his mental strength, the entire snow mountain was within his monitoring range, and a mosquito could see clearly with a broken wing. How could he not know such a secret trick to the enemy? trail.

But he never cared about it, just like the human race always yelled at him, and he didn't pay attention to provocations, big or small.

He doesn't care.

If he really wanted to care about it, the human race would have been extinct long ago.

He was too lazy to argue with ants.

Shen Heng, before he grew up enough to confront him head-on, was also an ant, but an ant raised by himself.

Feng Qi looked at the forest for a long time, so long that he himself remembered that the day Shen Heng left, he sat here motionless and watched the scenery for so long.

It's not about looking at Shen Heng.

The scene finally changed again.

This time he was sitting in the meditation room again, but it was pitch black in the meditation room, it should not be night yet, but the meditation room has always been tightly sealed by the door, and it would be very dark if the lights were not on.

He was not in his body this time, but floating in mid-air like a buoyant mass.

This time he saw himself, with such a little bit of light, he saw himself sitting on the futon with his long hair on the ground, eyes closed, wearing a crumpled white dress, and frowning.

He was... Feng Qi was a little puzzled.

The next moment, he knew what he was doing.

After 10 years, the extremely familiar pain finally came to his mind again.

This is the feeling, in the most fragile, soft, sensitive and delicate place, the feeling of slowly cutting the flesh with a blunt knife, the feeling that the soul is about to split-the feeling of the spiritual body being torn apart.

Feng Qi could no longer maintain the mood of watching a play, he realized that the place he had been staying all this time was precisely this Feng Qi's spiritual body.At this moment, Feng Qi, who was 10 years ago, wanted to tear his mental body apart, so he, a theatergoer who came back to his hometown after 10 years, would also have to experience this bone-chilling pain again.

"No—ah, it hurts, it hurts..." Feng Qi couldn't help crying out in this severe pain.

He is definitely not the kind of poor and weak person who is afraid of pain. When he was expelled by the human race and fled into the snow mountain alone, he used his frozen hands to dig tree roots from the snow to eat. Xue even stuffed blood into her stomach, solved her hunger and could continue to sense energy without any distractions, specializing in the cultivation of spiritual power, it was by no means unbearable.

But this feeling of the soul being slowly torn apart is probably unbearable for anyone in the world.

520 copies, which were divided bit by bit by Feng Qi himself at the beginning. After 10 years, Feng Qi still remembers where every crack in his mental body is, and now he is possessed by the original spirit Physically, it is to experience the pain of the first time in detail, and even because it is the second time, the pain is even clearer than the last time.

"Quickly end it! Hurry up!" Feng Qi couldn't help crying in despair in his heart, but the pain was extremely long, he seemed to have fallen into the abyss of pain, the pain would never end, he just kept falling , falling, never falling to the bottom...

How long will it take...

All of Feng Qi's consciousness was occupied by the pain, so much so that she forgot one thing.

When the door of the meditation room was knocked open, he who was still suffering from severe pain was as shocked as the self who had never experienced anything 10 years ago.

The group of men came in menacingly, all of them were vicious, they broke into the door roughly, they didn't look at what he was doing, and of course they couldn't understand, they just surrounded him with knives, some threatened, some lured, Some people accused him, some people cried, and they all had one meaning: to ask him to die.

And Feng Qi was dragged down by the pain of his mental body being torn apart, and amidst everyone's righteous condemnation, he couldn't say a word.

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Well, I'm not very good at dog blood (rubbing hands)