What is the reborn Great Demon King doing?

Feng Qi didn't want to recall what happened next.

I don't want to experience another mental body tear.

If he could make a choice, Feng Qi thought, he would definitely choose to tear the mental body without hesitation.

However, at this moment, Feng Qi was locked in the spiritual body of this ancient self for inexplicable reasons, while experiencing the extreme pain, while experiencing the scene he least wanted to see again.

"Feng Qi, you choose yourself." The patriarch of the human clan took a step forward holding a long knife with a snow-white blade, and that face that was very similar to Shen Heng was full of vicissitudes and haggardness.

"If there is another choice, we don't want to treat you like this." He said earnestly, "Over the years, I think I have treated you well. You want to cultivate, you want to accept disciples, and you want to build some kind of magic palace on the snow mountain , as long as you don’t hurt my human race, I’ll just ignore it and let you do it. If someone in the clan proposes a crusade, I will try my best to stop it, so as not to make the clan feel too embarrassing for you.”

"At the beginning you insisted on cultivating and taking the evil path that corrupted my human race's inheritance. The elders in the clan meant to execute you directly. It was my grandfather who tried to stop you, saying that your parents died early, and you were struggling alone. When you grow up, you will inevitably go on the wrong path, even if you can't change it, just let you fend for yourself, and you will have a chance to escape."

"Even if you don't remember my merciful kindness in the past few years, you should remember my grandfather's kindness in saving your life."

"You are very powerful now, and you have become the master of some kind of demon palace, but when you hadn't cultivated anything, if my grandfather hadn't saved you, you would have died a long time ago, and you wouldn't have been happy for so many years."

"You are at ease on the top of the snow-capped mountain. Do you know how much kindness you have received from my grandfather? If he hadn't stayed behind, let us let you go when necessary. Do you think you can live so freely for so many years? "

An old man with gray hair and beard tremblingly pushed away the people around him, pointed at Feng Qi who looked like a boy and said, "Feng Qi, you are a monster, look at how many years you have lived. Back then When you left the human race, I was only three months old, and now I am almost dead, and you are still like this. How many years have you lived, and you are happy and comfortable, should you have lived enough?"

Another man with a rough face said loudly: "If you want to show some face, if you are a character, commit suicide and apologize! Don't let Laozi and Laozi's descendants look down on you."

"You still call yourself the master of the shrine, shameless. I don't know how to repay the kindness I owe to the human race."

"He is a monster, he has lived for more than 100 years and still pretends to be tender."

"He's shameless."

"He will repay his kindness with revenge."

"He's a monster."

"A monster like him deserves to live."

"..."

Countless condemning gazes, contemptuous faces, and incomparably noisy voices of discussion surrounded Feng Qi from all directions.

Enduring the unforgettable pain, Feng Qi once again looked at herself sitting in the middle of the meditation room in despair.

He can't move.

He couldn't justify himself.

He can't even say that he is repaying the kindness of human beings.

Is it a kindness not to kill him?

Maybe count.

"Suicide apology."

"Suicide apology."

"Suicide apology."

A voice gradually resounded in the depths of his soul. The voice became louder and faster each time, and finally turned into a mountain, a mountain that could crush him to death.

Suicide... well, suicide and apology.

520 The fragments of a spiritual body were finally divided, and the rays of light invisible to ordinary people flew to the designated places in advance.Feng Qi, who had lost his spiritual body, opened his eyes with the last bit of consciousness remaining in his body. Just as he was about to say a word, he saw a dazzling light flashing by, and a sharp blade had already pierced into his stomach. inside.

"Shua." The unknown person stabbed him randomly in the stomach, pulled out the knife, shook the bright red blood on the blade, and said with a smile: "I think he is so stubborn, I'm afraid he won't agree, just right , I will send him on his way."

Feng Qi was weakly carried by the 520 shards of mental power and flew to the sky outside. From a distance, he could only see the knife that had made great achievements pierced into his stomach quickly, making it too late for him to say a word, a sentence The words he owed the human race choked in his throat, and he never had a chance to say it.

He finally remembered why he was crying, why he was in despair, and why he was sinking in the endless deep sea of ​​sorrow, unable to break free.

No wonder no one remembers him.

No one knows his talent.

No one knew that he gave his life to break through the limits of his mental body in order to drive him away and scold him for betraying his human race.

He who had been proud all his life died silently and penniless.

……

The deafening sound was like boiling hot water, a roof was about to be lifted, and it came from all directions. Feng Qi opened his eyes and saw the lively audience, and saw a certain piece of audience holding a huge The colorful "Feng Qi I love you", "Feng Qi is the best in the world" and "Look here, baby" are a bit unreal.

He pinched his elastic little white arms, covered his face, and felt the overwhelming enthusiasm of the audience. It was the voice of welcoming him and loving him.

Feng Qi took a breath and put down her hands.

He is back.

The opponent selection team for this match has already sent Feng Qi a message, but to Feng Qi, it doesn't matter who the opponent is - after all, he bullies children with a shy face, and bullying any child is not bullying Ah, so Feng Qi has never seen it.

So when that contestant with fiery red hair and fierce face stepped onto the same stage as him, the deafening cheers and screams that filled the audience didn't surprise Feng Qi too much.

It seems that my opponent is a star player.Feng Qi rubbed her palms, thinking casually.

Then, the moment the host flew into the sky, without giving the opponent the slightest chance to show his strength as the top [-] most popular contestants, he instantly approached the opponent.

Feng Qi's body still had afterimages left on the spot where he stood at the beginning, but Feng Qi's opponent, whose name didn't even float into Feng Qi's ears, had hundreds of millions of supporters on the audience stage, and the fan base was complete. The dazzling star player who completely surpassed Feng Qi just lay quietly on the ground.

Just like when he competed for the first time, Feng Qi went straight to the player area without looking back.

As soon as the star player came out, his nerves became tense and he couldn't bear to watch. Even the fans who climbed the wall to support Feng Qi's opponent had no time to have other emotions. Only the corpse of the star player was left on the field.

After a few seconds, even the corpse of the star player disappeared with his "death" in the virtual arena. The stage was empty, and gradually, some unbelievable whispers sounded from the auditorium. .

"What... does this mean?" When everyone was afraid to speak loudly, as if they were afraid of disturbing some kind of terrible dream, finally a straight-minded audience member scratched the back of his head and asked carelessly.

In the next second, all Feng Qi's fans couldn't help but throw away the signs in their hands, stood up and hugged passionately with their friends.

This moment belongs to Feng Qi's fans.

"He won, he won, he actually won ah ah ah ah ah ah ah how can we Feng Qi be so strong!!!"

"I love him! Damn I said I love him! I love Feng Qi! I love Feng Qi ahh! It's great, it's great..." There were fans who were worried about Feng Qi before. At this moment, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

The people around her hugged her: "I know, I understand you. He is so good! He is my hero!"

But the hero has quietly left.

Feng Qi opened his eyes in the energy liquid that had been absorbed almost, and felt the separation of his spiritual body. The re-engraving cabin reclaimed the remaining energy liquid very sparingly.

The cabin door opened, Feng Qi jumped out from the cabin, not far away, Shen Heng who had been paying attention to him, also opened his eyes.

"Master." Shen Heng walked over, "Are you okay?"

Feng Qi glanced at him and shook her head.

"That's good." Shen Heng breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you weren't feeling well so you didn't stay longer on the court." After all, Feng Qi enjoyed being surrounded by his fans.

"I don't want to think about it today, so I left first." Feng Qi explained casually, instead of jumping on his head as usual, she went straight to the door.

"Master." A pair of hands gently grabbed his hips, and carefully placed him on his head.Then Shen Heng stood up straight again very naturally, and strode outside.

He took out the hover car from the space ring: "Today, we still go to Donghuju to eat Longjing shrimp as planned?"

"No." Feng Qi looked down at the clump of black hair at his feet, pursed his lips, "The energy consumption of the game is a bit high, I'm tired, go back and rest."

"Okay." Shen Heng closed the car door, and the suspension car drove quickly to their residence according to his heart.

When Feng Qi returned to Yelanju, he closed the door and went to sleep. Shen Heng somehow felt that his mood today was a bit wrong, but Feng Qi was tired and wanted to sleep. The logic of this behavior seemed quite normal.

Shen Heng sat on the sofa speculating for a while, and suddenly thought that Feng Qi might have suffered negative effects in the replica cabin but kept it from him.

Shen Heng frowned: Do you want to disturb him now?He looks tired.

After hesitating for a while, Shen Heng still felt sorry for Feng Qi and decided to have a good talk with him tomorrow.

In the bedroom, Feng Qi put on her pajamas and lay on her back on the bed, feeling that every cell and every nerve in her was exhausted, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He wanted to convince himself that he should simply leave, but when he thought that Shen Heng was still working diligently outside to keep the whole room from being infiltrated by the high-concentration energy, he was afraid that he would be hurt even a little bit... No matter what I can't bear it.

It was all other people's fault, he said to himself, why should he be held responsible for what his fathers did?

Maybe he doesn't know anything, and he can call himself master so calmly, which proves that he has a clear conscience towards himself.

It all happened 10 years ago, and he himself said to Shen Heng long ago that the past should be let him go, the past has become dust, and they shouldn't be blinded by dust.

forget it.Act like nothing happened.

Feng Qi whimpered suddenly, turned over, and covered her eyes in pain.

how to forget!How could he forget!

Doesn't Shen Heng know all of this?Doesn't Shen Heng know how he died?Even if he didn't know it then, didn't he know it afterwards?That was his father, his master. He was a black-hearted little traitor from the very beginning, and he was destined to hack him to death with the magic knife. Can he cover up the fact that his father led someone to kill him unjustly?

Feng Qi spread his hands weakly, staring blankly at a certain corner of the room as if dead.

If he wanted to, he could go out and kill Shen Heng now.

He knew he wouldn't fight back.

As Shen Heng himself said, he would never reject him.He believes that he is not lying, and he also knows that the piety in Shen Heng's eyes is somewhat true.

If he wants to kill him, he is willing to die by himself, but between his loyalty and the human race, he will definitely protect the human race.

Yes, it is this kind of impure loyalty.

pretty good.

He was resurrected 10 years after this time has been barren, and there is no one to complain about how much bitterness and hatred he once had. After all, everyone who harmed him is dead.

I thought that Shen Heng was the only old friend who could accompany me, but I didn't expect it, heh.

Feng Qi was actually a little tired, but at the moment he didn't feel sleepy.He turned over and changed his clothes, checked the things in the interspatial ring, most of the things in it were bought by Shen Heng, only a few hundred exotic plants and beasts were his own items.

Fortunately, there are still more than 1000 million in his ID card account plus the recently received advertising fees, which is enough for him to find another place to live comfortably.

There are countless ways for a higher spiritual body to slip away quietly.

Half an hour later, Shen Heng still couldn't hold back his worry, and gently pushed open the door of Feng Qi's bedroom with the gentlest movement.

He just wanted to see how Feng Qi was sleeping.

The empty big bed made him stunned for a moment, but when he saw that the corner of the quilt was lifted up messily, he subconsciously looked into the bathroom.

"Master?" He called to the bathroom.

no respond.

Shen Heng's face immediately changed, and 1 scenes of Feng Qi getting up in the middle of his sleep to go to the bathroom and then fainting in his mind flashed through his mind. Before he even realized it, his body had already rushed into the Toilet: "Master!!"

The bathroom door was violently knocked open, and the inside was as empty as the outside room.

Shen Heng stood beside the sink at a loss, completely stunned.

"Disappeared again?" He lowered his head and murmured softly with an unclear expression.

……

Feng Qi closed her eyes and leaned on the soft chair of the hover car, rubbing the space between her brows impatiently.

The aftereffects of exposure to high-concentration energy liquid are still very serious. Before the mental collapse was not obvious, after entering the suspension car and setting the route, the spirit relaxed, and the severe pain and exhaustion deep in the eyebrows surged wave after wave. Come.

He leaned back in the chair, frowning and fell asleep drowsily.

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The author has something to say:

Mourning our heroes today, may the deceased rest in peace.

Let the epidemic end quickly, the price we have paid is enough.