This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

It stands to reason that each Demon Lord has a lifespan of 30 years, and ten thousand years have passed. It is time for the throne to change, and hundreds of monarchs have been replaced.

So now, Feng Wujing looked at the thin booklet that Su Fenggu brought, with a moment of confusion on his face.

The position of Demon Lord has always been held by a person with the physique of a demon spirit.

On the front page of the booklet, hundreds of predecessors recorded their names, dates of birth and death, and major deeds.

Then, after this, the booklet was clearly torn beyond repair.

When he arrived in Chicang, he succeeded to the throne 40 years earlier, and abdicated 30 years later. The booklet clearly says "died".

There was a ten-year gap in between.

The place where Feng Wujing was born was actually not in the Demon Realm, so he didn't know what happened in the Demon Realm ten years before he became the Demon Lord.

All he knew was that Chi Cang hadn't "died" as in the pamphlet, but was beside him, cruelly arousing his demon spirit blood, forcing him to succeed the Demon Lord.

Before Chi Cang... what happened in the Demon Realm?

Feng Wujing's head hurts a little. He has never been such a person who looks forward and backward. He only pays attention to the present when he does things. Therefore, since he succeeded to the present, this is actually the first time he has noticed a mistake.

Feng Wujing was silent for a while, then asked Su Fenggu: "You don't know either?"

Su Feng said confusedly: "I... I haven't seen it either. Everything I know about the devil world was told by Chi Cang."

Feng Wujing: "..."

He guessed that Chi Cang had destroyed the relevant ancient books of the Demon Realm in advance, and then fabricated two different sets of words to deceive them both.

Moreover, both of them are not inquisitive, so he has been hiding such a big secret.

Feng Wujing said: "Go find an old man from the Demon Realm and let me ask you."

"Uh...every Demon Venerable has to re-elect the elders before succeeding. But I thought it was unnecessary, so I followed your senior, but senior, you should have re-elected the elders in the first place, right?"

Feng Wujing: "..."

Yes, when he took over as the Demon Lord, he simply picked out a few demon cultivators with strong magic powers to be his elders.

Now the huge demon world... He can only catch a few demon cultivators and ask about the situation back then.

Feng Wujing had something on his mind, but he was still thinking about whether it was worth it.

After all, he is not a curious person. After all, these things have passed, so what's the point of going deeper?

Feng Wujing held the spicy crayfish in his hand and reluctantly took a bite.

Su Fenggu also relaxed a little, and said: "Senior, if you like spicy food, I will ask them to do it again."

Feng Wujing was about to raise his head and wave his hands to refuse, but in the corner of his vision, he saw a white figure, which made his heart beat for a moment.

The temperature of Feng Wujing's whole body became hot, so Su Feng could only take a step back.

Then, he followed Feng Wujing's line of sight and saw... Gu Langqing.

In the demon world scorched by karma, red lotuses are in full bloom, blood is overflowing, and bones are piled up like a mountain, but the immortal walks barefoot, not displeased with the scorching hot ground, scarlet-stained fingers, walking slowly but lightly.

In the devil world, it seems out of place, extraordinary and refined.

Looking up, the immortal's bare feet are covered with white clothes fluttering, and in his hand - is holding a food box.

Su Feng was speechless for a while.

Should he step down?

In the blink of an eye, Feng Wujing didn't stop him, Gu Langqing approached the two of them and put the food box on the table.

Su Feng was so erratic that he didn't move.

He watched Gu Langqing open the food box, and there were all sweets in the box.

Crab rice dumplings?

Then, under Feng Wujing's cold eyes, Gu Langqing ignored it, and smoothly took out a small steamed bun from the cage drawer, and brought it to Feng Wujing.

Gu Langqing gently raised his hand, and the sleeve slipped from the white and smooth wrist: "Master Mozun, your favorite."

Su Fenggu: "?"

With an unpredictable expression, Feng Wujing blocked Gu Langqing's hand.

His expression was a bit dangerous, and the bottom of his eyes was terrifying. After a long while, he stared at Gu Langqing coldly, with an inexplicable arc on his lips: "Which half of the soul are you? Let me see, I think , who has the guts to even come to look for me, it must be the more shameless half."

These words were like a machete, piercing deeply into Gu Langqing's heart.

Su Fenggu took a deep breath and hurried away.

When he left, he thought silently, Gu Xianzun really didn't understand Senior Wuque at all, Senior Wuque clearly took his spicy dishes, how could Gu Xianzun say that Demon Lord Wuque likes sweet ones the most? Woolen cloth?No wonder they have conflicts...

Su Fenggu walked very quickly, Feng Wujing squinted his eyes, watching the person disappear, then got up casually, took the bun from the person's hand and threw it into his mouth.

Sensing the aura on Feng Wujing's body, Gu Langqing frowned sharply and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"What does this seat have to do with you? You are so lenient, Gu Xianzun." Feng Wujing turned around, sat back on his seat, raised his legs, his complexion was hidden under the red shadow, still not very good-looking.

Feng Wujing restrained the inexplicable emotion in his heart, and only acted indifferent.

In the past few days, he always thought about how he would make Gu Langqing pay the price of deceiving him, how he would die, or how he would die if he saw Gu Langqing again.

But now, Gu Langqing suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, but Feng Wujing couldn't say anything, he hated his own hesitation, and even more disgusted with his nasty real desire.

From this point of view, he really deserved it.

"How do you say? After merging the soul, you finally have the energy and mana to trouble me and continue to use me?" Feng Wujing poured out a glass of wine for himself, and drank it down his throat. His wrist suddenly felt hot, and he took a closer look. The wine cup was snatched by Gu Langqing.

Gu Langqing snatched his wine cup, leaving only the cold warmth of his palm.

The emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for several days finally found a breakthrough. His anger, his irritability, and his pain all spewed out at this moment.

Feng Wujing's eyes opened angrily, and the voice in his throat was hoarse, as if his internal organs were being pulled, dripping with blood.

Like a trapped beast that couldn't find its home, it roared and vented amidst the blood.

Why did he lie to him?Why did he lie to him?

Gu Langqing didn't even tell him that he had cut off the marriage line, regardless of the consequences, and was impatient to get rid of him.

Gu Langqing used him, and also sacrificed himself unreservedly, he used his own body, he used the chastity of the heavenly stems and immortals, he slept with him, used it to cheat his blood essence, and used it to sever ties with him!

He's just using him.

And him?Wishful thinking, to die for him.

How ridiculous.

The red-clothed Demon Lord was startled to realize that his eye sockets were a little wet, and he didn't care to wipe it off, so he turned around and grabbed Gu Langqing's hand.

How could this be?Why is this happening?

The majestic Demon Sovereign is boundless, trapped by love, hurt by love?

so funny.

Feng Wujing growled Gu Langqing's name in a low voice, his eyes were red, filled with all the emotions he was suppressing in his heart.

With sharp ice blades in his eyes, the gouged Gu Langqing panicked.

Feng Wujing was furious, his demonic aura was filled with an extremely strong smell of blood, the viscous liquid slid down the wall and landed on the ground in a tick-tock manner, which was particularly creepy.

In the devil's cave where the bones coexist, the deep side face of the man in red is as sharp as a knife, indistinct under the light of beating blood.

Gu Langqing stopped the movement of his hands with some hesitation. He watched Feng Wujing running towards him, and the frenzied magic power in his palm hit him, causing the people's limbs and bones to be in pain like being torn. Steady on his feet, but his hands were weak, and the wine cup was snatched back by Feng Wujing.

Feng Wujing's expression was gloomy, and his deep chuckle sounded in the dead silence: "Gu Langqing, what on earth are you trying to do? Is it fun to tease me? Although the two worlds of immortals and demons have been enemies for generations, I think I am right. You are not thin, why do you lie to me again and again, do you think this seat will really not do anything to you?"

After finishing speaking, Gu Langqing felt that his wrist was tightly bound again. The burning pain above his chest hadn't dissipated just now, but now there were bursts of unbearable pain coming from his wrist.

Feng Wujing lowered his eyes and looked at Gu Langqing's painful forehead sweating expressionlessly. With the painful sighs in his throat, Feng Wujing turned his head coldly: "Are you satisfied? Do you want more?" How? I told you to leave several times, but you insisted on posting it. Are you cheap? Oh, I’m sorry, I’m too cheap. If someone else did this, I would have killed him a long time ago. Why on earth did I keep you until now, Gu Langqing?"

Gu Langqing broke out in a cold sweat, he let out a muffled groan from between his lips, and the already loose clothes were torn by Feng Wujing.

From Feng Wujing's point of view, he used his peripheral vision to take a full view of what was exposed under Gu Langqing's clothes.

Then, Feng Wujing saw that the skin that should have been clean and fair was covered with terrifying scars.

He hesitated for a moment, and relaxed the force that restrained Gu Langqing.

Taking this opportunity, Gu Langqing withdrew from Feng Wujing's hand, his wrist was still hot and hard to move, under the slender eyelashes, Gu Langqing's eyes were full of water.

He gasped a few times, snatched the wine cup from Feng Wujing's hand, picked up the wine jug on the ground, filled the glass with wine, and brought it to his lips.

Feng Wujing didn't expect Gu Langqing's reaction, and frowned.

One cup after another, Gu Langqing stood, drinking non-stop, his legs were trembling from drinking, the hand holding the wine cup was unsteady, dizzy, precarious, and the red tide crawled down his neck to his ears, a glistening .

Feng Wujing frowned deeply, and walked straight up to take the things in his hand.

Heavenly Stems and Immortals drink less alcohol.

The hundred-year-old pure brew from the devil world, pouring it cup by cup like this, no one can support it.

Feng Wujing stepped forward, but he didn't exert any strength, just pulled lightly, and the person in front of him fell into his arms limply drunk.

On the chest, there are mottled and cruel scars, but the reason is unknown.

Hidden on the clothes, it attracts the desire of Master Mozun to explore.

Feng Wujing frowned, and saw the white-clothed immortal in his arms turned over and looked at Feng Wujing with his water-colored eyes.

His lips turned bright red from drunkenness, and they were still stained with crystal clear liquor.

He said: "I'm sorry, please let me stay—by your side, as a courtier."