It seems that centuries have passed, and it seems that it was just closed and opened. When Han Zhiyuan opened his eyes again, he was in a strange living room after a long absence. Looking around, Han Zhiyuan only felt that the whole room was full of people The unpleasant silence is also mixed with an indescribable cold taste, like a lifeless place.

Han Zhiyuan sat up straight with his body propped up, his stiff and heavy limbs made him frown slightly, and after trying to move a few times, Han Zhiyuan suddenly realized that, not to mention that his kennel had become unfamiliar, even his own The body has become unfamiliar. In fact, after experiencing so many worlds, my whole person has changed.

Thinking of this, Han Zhiyuan couldn't help being a little silent. He couldn't go on in such an endless shuttle forever. That is to say, the Demon King couldn't never recover, and once the Demon King regained his strength, he couldn't stay here, then by that time , How should he deal with himself who has been completely changed by him?

Thinking of this, Han Zhiyuan's heart sank inexplicably. However, at this moment, the silent room was suddenly filled with a strong and cold powerful momentum. This momentum was suppressed and revealed an indescribable majesty, which made people breathless and at the same time inexplicably worshipped. impulse.

Sure enough, as soon as Han Zhiyuan looked up, he saw a person suddenly appear out of thin air in the middle of the living room in front of him. The dark yet gorgeous and noble brocade robe, the casual yet infinitely solemn reclining chair, especially the exquisitely carved face, Han Zhiyuan's heart moved, only to see his fair and delicate face looking at him With less than the slightest flaw, a pair of phoenix eyes drooping slightly, revealing an indescribable dignity and majesty, especially the corners of his lips that are slightly raised, indistinguishable but impossible to ignore, three points of evil spirits, six points of prestige. Pressure, and a bit of laziness.

And the silver hair that reached the hips spread out casually and lazily from top to bottom, like a silver waterfall pouring down, the demon king who was originally suppressed and dark was instantly dyed with a layer of demonic color, revealing a certain A fatal temptation, but it makes life not a trace of blasphemy, because of his majesty like a devil.

The Demon King was reclining lazily on the high-end and elegant chair hanging in the center of the living room, his legs overlapped, there seemed to be a bit of playfulness in the monster, and a bit of pleasure in the laziness, Han Zhiyuan. Immediately, he stared blankly at such a demon king, unable to move his eyes away.

It was completely different from what he saw last time in the Chaos Void. Not only was he powerful in aura, but the feeling he gave to Han Zhiyuan changed. Indeed, Han Zhiyuan could feel the demon king at this time. , he is very happy, in short, the devil is in a good mood.

However, Han Zhiyuan speechlessly rubbed his sour neck. He sat on the sofa with his head raised, while the noble Demon King hung in the air languidly and looked down on him, no matter how tall Han Zhiyuan was, The location is so frustrating.

"I said, can you come down a little bit." Han Zhiyuan twitched the corners of his mouth. In fact, Han Zhiyuan may not have noticed that his tone towards the Demon King has been changing. From the beginning of fear and indignation towards unknown powerhouses, it has now become somewhat casual and joyful, with a little careful testing. Its purpose is nothing more than to shorten the distance between the two, especially the sense of disparity.

As for the Demon King, he may not have noticed that his tolerance for Han Zhiyuan's tone was quietly changing. You must know that at first, he despised this ant from the bottom of his heart, but later...

"Is it comfortable to sit that high?" Even if you are used to being high, you don't have to put the chair in the air, right? How tiring is it to chat like this?

But he didn't want to, the Demon King just raised his eyebrows, and then answered the question, "You don't seem happy when you see this King?" As always, the cold voice is full of magnetism, which makes people inadvertently intoxicated, but there is majesty and irresistibility in the sweetness, which is the innate potential of a powerful person.

Han Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "His Majesty the Demon King is thinking too much again," Han Zhiyuan looked like "you can't do anything about it", and seemed to be immersed in his attitude towards Ximen, "I'm obviously very happy."

"Humph!" The Demon King snorted lightly, and phoenix eyes squinted at Han Zhiyuan, noncommittal, but he didn't look down at Han Zhiyuan condescendingly.

Han Zhiyuan only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the next second the person hanging in the center disappeared, and in another flash, he saw a person standing beside the sofa, a robe that was out of tune with this era dragged to the ground, and a hip-reaching figure. The long silver hair is strange and dazzling, which makes him look out of tune with anything here.

Han Zhiyuan stared at such a demon king in a stunned manner, feeling so clearly and at a quiet distance, inexplicably unrealistic, and then, Han Zhiyuan saw the demon king frown slightly, and looked at him with disgust that he hadn't cleaned for a long time. The floor looked like it was so dirty that no feet could fall on it, and then he turned his head to look at Han Zhiyuan's single-seat sofa reluctantly and disgustedly.

Immediately, the corners of Han Zhiyuan's mouth twitched. As for what?

In the end, Han Zhiyuan saw that he raised his hand, and the next second saw that the sofa he had been sitting on for several years disappeared, including the floor under the sofa, and was replaced by the Demon King's luxurious and comfortable large soft chair and a thick layer. There was a thick animal fur carpet, and then, seeing the Demon King's satisfied smile, Han Zhiyuan sat down slowly, facing himself.

Han Zhiyuan:  …

"Is it necessary to dislike it like this?" Han Zhiyuan touched his nose speechlessly.

But he didn't want to, the Demon King was completely serious, "That's why you don't pay attention."

Han Zhiyuan: ...As for it? Although Han Zhiyuan is a house, he is a good young man who likes hygiene no matter what. Besides, by the standard of a demon king, it is estimated that nothing will catch his eye.

Han Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while, his body was as stiff and unfamiliar as rust, so he simply got up and went to the refrigerator to get something to drink. Although he has been gone for a few years, it has not been long for this world, so there is still something to drink in the refrigerator. However, when asked if the Demon King still looks disgusted, Han Zhiyuan had to say, "You are really hard to serve."

"juice?"

"Don't drink." He didn't shy away from disdain.

"Cola?"

"No." He frowned slightly, with an unbearable disgust.

"Mineral water?" Han Zhiyuan already had a headache.

"Is that kind of thing worth drinking?" The Demon King looked inexplicable.

"You never want to drink in a bar?" Han Zhiyuan hesitated. Besides, he was an otaku, and it would be nice to have some beer or something. How could there be alcohol? Moreover, the one who has lived for tens of thousands of years in front of him is probably drinking Jade Liquid Nectar and the like, so we can't even get into his mouth.

Sure enough, the Demon King raised his brows, and his disgust couldn't be more obvious, "Is that kind of thing worthy of wine?"

Han Zhiyuan: "You are really hard to serve."

"Huh?" The Demon King frowned, obviously expressing his dissatisfaction with this. "It's hard to serve? Shouldn't you feel honored?" Dare to complain?

Han Zhiyuan almost couldn't hold back his laughter, the Demon King was still so cute, so Han Zhiyuan took a can and went back to the sofa to drink it.

"I'm honored and honored, I've been lucky for three lifetimes." Han Zhiyuan said while drinking.

The perfunctory mouth is obviously full of perfunctory, but it makes people feel indescribably spoiled. The Demon King immediately looked strange, inexplicably awkward, and inexplicably a little annoyed. In short, it was extremely complicated.

"Hmph, it's good to know." So, the Demon King popped out such a sentence out of nowhere.

However, Han Zhiyuan suddenly stopped. Before leaving that world, after admitting his mistake, Siemens Mu used the same words and the same tone of voice, and even his expression was a seven-point fusion with the Demon King in front of him. Immediately, Han Zhiyuan felt a little subtle, and the next second, Han Zhiyuan blurted out, "Classmate Ximen?"

Han Zhiyuan regretted it after exporting. He knew very well that Ximen classmates were just like everyone before. They were only a small part of the Great Demon King. Although their memories would return to the main soul of the Great Demon King along with the remnant souls, the Demon King was so powerful. After all, they are just a remnant of souls. Even if they can have a certain impact on the Demon King, the impact must be very small.

However, what Han Zhiyuan didn't expect was that the Demon King made a conditioned reflex "Huh?"

Immediately, both of them were stunned for a moment. In fact, the Demon King himself was very surprised at the impact of the remnant soul on him. It was probably because he was too lonely in the past ten thousand years, or maybe ten thousand years. The way of cultivation was too monotonous, so the memories between the few remnants and Han Zhiyuan seemed to have been dyed with rich colors in his unchanging gray memory, bright and indelible, and even unconsciously replaced his past. Ten thousand years of dull memories, in his tens of thousands of years of memory, are so vivid that he cannot ignore them.

So in fact, these few memories have an irreplaceable and unusually clear position in the Demon King's tens of thousands of years of memory, so he couldn't help it, when he was unaware, the memories of a few remnants of the soul were unexpected. It occupied more than half of his thinking, so, subtly, in fact, the Demon King had been affected long ago, otherwise he would not have repeatedly made exceptions to this person in front of him.

"Cough~ By the way, I suddenly remembered, what's going on?" Seeing that the Demon King's face changed slightly, Han Zhiyuan seemed to have a tendency to turn from embarrassment into anger, so he quickly changed the subject, but he really wanted to ask the Demon King about this.

The Demon King was annoyed just because of the answer to the conditional launch just now. Just as Han Zhiyuan asked, he looked at the sound and saw that the storage ring that Han Zhiyuan placed on the table was the storage ring given to him by Fengyu from Jiutian Continent. The ring that should not have appeared in Han Zhiyuan's hand.

The Demon King pursed his lips indiscernibly, and then North Korea Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows calmly, "Not good?"

"Good or good," Han Zhiyuan pursed his lips. Not only in the world of Siemens, but even now, he still has Yuan Li in his body. For him, this is a great thing that falls from the sky, but, "why is that?"

In fact, Han Zhiyuan still has some expectations in his heart. For example, after experiencing so many unforgettable loves, the Demon King finally changed himself, so he silently opened a plug-in for himself. This was something Han Zhiyuan had been thinking about before he came back, but he couldn't be sure, and the powerful and mysterious background of the Demon King made him flinch a little bit. To put it bluntly, it was the huge disparity between the two that made Han Zhiyuan not at all in dealing with the Demon King. The confidence in the remnants of the soul.

The Demon King pursed his lips once again indiscernibly, especially when facing the undisguised expectation in the man's eyes, he felt a bit of joy in his heart, but the corner of the Demon King's lips tickled, and then said leisurely, "Probably because the old undead messed up the time-space tunnel last time."

Last time, regardless of the loss of 30% of the magic power that he had managed to recover, he took the risk of being discovered to snatch this man back from the hands of the immortal. The Taoist method was quietly introduced into his mind, and the devil said, how could he let this person know about such an inexplicable practice?

Sure enough, a hint of disappointment flashed in Han Zhiyuan's eyes, "So, am I a blessing in disguise?"

"Yeah." The Demon King made a light hum without changing his face, but from an angle that Han Zhiyuan couldn't see, the Demon King was annoyed again. As noble as him, as supreme as him, he told lies again and again for this little ant, which is really... puzzling.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry it's too late, I don't know why, every time I write about the devil, I get stuck and I don't know how to write about him at all →_→

What a horrible devil