When he opened his eyes, a sudden burst of strong light struck, Han Zhiyuan immediately closed his eyes and blocked his hands in a conditioned reflex. After a long while, his eyes slowly adjusted to the light. Han Zhiyuan saw himself lying slanted on the sofa in the living room. The strong light came from outside the window. It was the early morning sun.

Speaking of which, when rented this house, it was because of the sunlight in the morning, which cost me an extra 100 yuan per month. Han Zhiyuan likes to sit here and enjoy the morning sun when he is not at work. It is very comfortable, and it can bask in the tiredness of the whole body until the bottom of heart.

A year has passed, but it seems like centuries have passed. Han Zhiyuan looked at his room and felt a little unfamiliar.

He sat up all of a sudden, only to hear the bones crunching twice, as if he hadn't moved for ten days and a half months, the next second, Han Zhiyuan couldn't help but froze... It's a miracle that he didn't starve to death.

With a dark face, Han Zhiyuan randomly flashed a few thoughts in his mind, such as how long has he not eaten? How long has it been since you took a shower? How long has it been since you went to the toilet? He is still alive, isn't this body fake? such as.

I have been there for so long this time. According to the practice of the previous two worlds, at least twelve or three days have passed. After so long, my body seems to be rusted. To tell the truth, Han Zhiyuan began to doubt his current body. Is it a corpse?

But miraculously, his body was very clean, um, he didn't feel hungry, but, his body lay like a corpse for more than ten days, how did the Demon King keep himself from being hungry, dirty, and unable to go to the toilet? Han Zhiyuan wondered.

After a year of deliberation and calculation, he finally came back, but at this time, Han Zhiyuan was not as excited as he used to be, nor as happy as he expected, and even now his mind is still flashing constantly in his mind before he left. The emperor's hopeless and helpless face, as long as he thinks about it, his heart can't stop pulling, bursts of discomfort, something seems to be blocked in his chest, irritable and dull.

Han Zhiyuan slumped down on the sofa, lay back again, unconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his temples, feeling indescribably tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

The experiences from this period of time were constantly replayed in his mind, as if he was dreaming. Whether it was Feng Yu, Tang Yifeng, or the little emperor, every image was clearly imprinted in his mind, lingering in his mind.

But in fact, Han Zhiyuan found that he cherished and missed these pictures subconsciously, not the resentment and resentment at the beginning, and even the revenge against the Demon King did not know how much he lost.

So, is he...after all, is he still confused by beauty? Han Zhiyuan thought with a black face.

This kind of heart-to-heart calculation is really exhausting, and the heart is tired. This is how Han Zhiyuan feels now. Could it be that you really thought you were just plotting their hearts? Sometimes, if you don't have a heart, how can you get someone else's heart? So, in the end, what Han Zhiyuan calculated was more than their hearts.

But what do you do if you get stuck in the swollen? Han Zhiyuan stared at the ceiling speechlessly. It was the great demon king of another world who had lived for thousands of years, unknown creatures, um, the great demon king who was in distress.

That is to say, it is absolutely impossible, then since there is no result, is it not that we are asking for guilt, self-destruction, self-torture, or poking our own hearts with a knife?

Therefore, this is the root cause of Han Zhiyuan's tiredness. What's more, he seems to be unable to get rid of the current situation of "poking his heart with a knife over and over again". Loveable.

Han Zhiyuan, who was paralyzed on the sofa, was so paralyzed. After about ten or twenty minutes of emptying his head, he suddenly thought of something, and then he sat up straight, grabbed the phone on the table, and turned it off.

Then, when he tossed for a long time to charge and turn on the phone, his eyes were instantly stabbed by countless missed calls. Then he dug out the WeChat account of his immediate boss, and sure enough, he scolded him, and finally concluded with one sentence: You are fired. .

Han Zhiyuan sat back very calmly. He expressed his understanding. If he had such an employee under him, he would also fire him. However, always felt that something was wrong.

Wait, why don't you see the Demon King? Han Zhiyuan was agitated again. He was tired from focusing on his mind just now, but he didn't realize this problem. Could it be that he failed?

Impossible, not successful function back? Wouldn't it be gone. However, it is unscientific that there has been no movement for such a long time.

Han Zhiyuan thought for a while, and finally tried to speak, "That... is His Majesty the Demon King here? Come out and talk about it." That... really stayed in ancient times for a long time.

Of course, there was no response, and Han Zhiyuan was a little stunned. Could it be that he looked directly at himself without the face?

"Your Majesty the Demon King?" Han Zhiyuan called out tentatively again.

However, there should be no response, but just when Han Zhiyuan couldn't hold back the fluke in his heart, thinking "I won't be free".

Suddenly, a strong sense of oppression flooded the entire room in an instant, and then the originally bright room turned gloomy in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it was as dark and oppressive as night had fallen.

Then he only heard a few loud bangs, sparks scattered in the darkness, as if his microwave oven had blown up, the next second Han Zhiyuan felt that he was crushed by a powerful invisible force and was about to explode to death. His neck also seemed to be strangled by something invisible.

Then, under Han Zhiyuan's unbelievable eyes, he suddenly felt that the invisible air in front of him distorted as if it had a solid body, and then he found that the entire space in front of him began to distort.

"What the hell is riding a horse!"

Han Zhiyuan's first thought was that the demon king who killed a thousand knives was so embarrassed that he wanted to throw him directly into the next world. However, in the next second, Han Zhiyuan was suddenly stunned.

I saw an ethereal appearance all around, like a blurred scene, vast and boundless, with no end in sight, but could not see clearly in front of me. Void looked at it for two seconds, and immediately felt a sense of trepidation, as if it was about to be swallowed, and it seemed like it was about to be obliterated, and not even ashes remained.

He seems to have come to a strange space.

Han Zhiyuan's whole body trembled and his mind changed, but just as he was trying to calm down the panic caused by this sudden change, a huge phantom shadow suddenly broke into Han Zhiyuan's line of sight in front of him.

I saw that the black shadow was illusory and real, as if it was so tall that it couldn't help but want to crawl and worship, and it seemed that it was just far away on the high platform.

But Han Zhiyuan can be sure that there is a person on the high platform, and it can be seen from the vagueness that it is a person in black and lazily leaning on a big tyrannical and cool chair. It looks like a monster and can't see the face clearly, but Han Zhiyuan intuitions that it is definitely an extremely beautiful face, because he can feel those eyes.

A pair of eyes that were not like ordinary people, eyes that seemed to take away their souls at a glance, were now looking at Han Zhiyuan lazily and intently.

Han Zhiyuan couldn't see clearly, as if everything was illusory, like a dream, but it was amazing, he could feel it.

"Ants."

The ants... Han Zhiyuan's hooked soul returned to his body in an instant, so is this the devil himself? What's the situation, where is this? Also, dare to see people for real, what kind of a hero is vague...

"Your Majesty the Demon King," Han Zhiyuan felt the condescending scrutiny of the object above, and Han Zhiyuan couldn't be as casual as he was outside. At that time, the Demon King was hidden in the depths of his soul and had no entity, but he couldn't see or feel it at all, but now... this feeling, for some reason, Han Zhiyuan was not too afraid, but thought of himself sadly. The tragic reminder, such a big devil, how can you still delusionally overwhelm him ooxx? Stop dreaming, let alone talk about love with him.

But, "My name is Han Zhiyuan, not ants." Han Zhiyuan raised his brows, he couldn't remember for so long unless the Demon King was forgetful, so he must have done it on purpose.

"Hmph~" A sneer spread to every cell of Han Zhiyuan, like a mockery, and it seemed to be mixed with something else, Han Zhiyuan was a little confused.

"Han Zhiyuan," the Demon King said coldly.

However, Han Zhiyuan always felt that the Demon King was gnashing his teeth. The next second, a blurred face suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was only a hundred meters away... Han Zhiyuan swallowed unconsciously, only to feel that this face even It is vague, but also exceptionally good-looking, indescribably good-looking, but full of infinite deterrence, such as monsters full of temptation but extremely dangerous.

Then, heard a dangerous voice in ear, full of magnetism. It was the kind of voice that can be hardened immediately after listening to it. It was almost indescribable. gas.

"Have fun this time? Huh?"

The final sound at the back made Han Zhiyuan tremble for no reason, and he shook his head almost immediately conditioned reflexively, "No, absolutely not." Han Zhiyuan swallowed, he said that he was seeking death, he seemed to be seduced by the devil himself, no Indeed, Han Zhiyuan, who was bent by the demon king's remnant soul, could not resist such a demon king at all.

"I believe that His Majesty is a reasonable person. I just want to unlock the seal in the shortest possible time."

"Hmph, you really had a good time." The Demon King's voice suddenly became gloomy and gloomy.

Han Zhiyuan only felt that the Demon King's reaction was somewhat inexplicable, but he hurriedly denied it, "I didn't play, Your Majesty has to be reasonable, I'm serious."

"Hmph, people are really disgusting."

Han Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, isn't the devil saying that I'm scum? Injustice, "I didn't play, I am sincere to you... I am sincere to the little emperor, and I am sincere to them." I want to say that I am sincere to you.

"Really?" The voice was still cold, but inexplicably, it seemed to be a little less oppressive?

Han Zhiyuan was shocked, and suddenly found that the thing had returned to the high platform 100 meters away, lying lazily condescendingly.

The corners of Han Zhiyuan's mouth twitched, "Damn it, look here, look there."

However, Han Zhiyuan suddenly realized a problem, "Your Majesty the Demon King, are you...recovered?"

"Humph!" Another cold snort, "It's so easy, why does this king want you?"

Han Zhiyuan: Is this a self-inflicted humiliation?

"Then...how long will it take to recover?" Han Zhiyuan tentatively asked, "How many remnant souls do you need?"

Han Zhiyuan just didn't want to poke his heart over and over again, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sense of oppression. What happened?

"You don't want to continue?" The voice was cold and full of anger, as if Han Zhiyuan would be wiped out in the next second if he dared to nod his head. "Is this king's remnant soul so unbearable for you?"

"No," Han Zhiyuan shook his head firmly, "I like it very much."

Han Zhiyuan:  …

"Hmph, then let's play less."

It was a lazy voice again, but Han Zhiyuan was a little confused, what does the devil mean? Could it be that he was angry because of the little emperor? But he should understand that in the face of a little emperor with such a status and character in such a world, he has no choice but to calculate.

Could it be that, as expected, he was still embarrassed to face that side of himself?

This demon king is also hypocritical, Han Zhiyuan thought, but such a demon king is very cute...

"cute?"

Han Zhiyuan only heard a few babbles, as if the surrounding air had exploded, and then saw a sudden oppression from the condescending black shadow in the distance, did he... Did he just say something?

! ! !

"Wait……"

This time, Han Zhiyuan only had time to say one word, and he was swallowed by the dark vortex. The pain was so piercing that he pulled away. Then, when he opened his eyes again, Han Zhiyuan only felt that the demon king had avenged his personal revenge, and became angry. .

Well, you are very cute, very cute, you are so cute, you are synonymous with cute... have never seen such a careful eye.

"Brother Yuan, be careful!" At this moment, someone shouted.

Hearing the sound of "呲", it seemed that something had penetrated his flesh/body. As soon as Han Zhiyuan turned his head, he saw blood gushing out from his shoulders, and then a heart-piercing pain instantly filled his entire body, hurting him. A staggering almost fell down.

Han Zhiyuan covered the place where he was bleeding, and only then did he realize what the hell was coming.

I saw all over the sky, collapsed houses, dilapidated ruins, gloomy sky, disgusting stench, fleeing beggars... and something that was biting like a zombie on a horse.

Han Zhiyuan only felt that he was lying in a trough. Wouldn't this riding on a horse be the end of the world? The Demon King who kills thousands of knives is too careful, right? As for revenge on yourself?

Then when Han Zhiyuan looked up, he saw a disgusting human-like ghost rushing towards him with its claws and claws.

Han Zhiyuan didn't even think about it, he just swept out with a flying leg, and he kicked the disgusting thing out for dozens of meters.

"Brother Yuan, are you alright?"

At this moment, a few people whose clothes were clean and incompatible with the surroundings quickly approached Han Zhiyuan and looked at Han Zhiyuan with concern.

"Brother Yuan, wait a minute, I'll heal you right away."

Then Han Zhiyuan realized later that he also had a gun in his hand. Then, he saw a 15- or 16-year-old boy put his hand on the place where he was shot and bleeding just now. There was a flash of green light, and soon he He was shocked to find that he was no longer in pain, and the wound was slowly healing.

Amazing, Han Zhiyuan licked the corner of his mouth, saying it was very interesting.