The moment Han Zhiyuan opened his eyes, he saw the small living room he was familiar with, and even the others were lying on the sofa, which seemed to be where he was before he left. He had lived in the house for several years, but at this time Han Zhiyuan seemed to have passed away, especially the OOXX who had been fierce with people for a second, but now this scene is like a dream, and he suddenly returned at a critical moment. Reality, waking up from a dream.
Just as Han Zhiyuan was shaking his head, the mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated. Han Zhiyuan sat up straight, shook his head, and finally recovered, but after seeing the call, his whole body froze again.
The date displayed on the phone happened to be two days after the time he left, which means that he went two days this time, and, damn, the caller was his supervisor.
"Han Zhiyuan!" As soon as the call was connected, there was a machine gun fire, "What are you doing? Where have you been these three days? You don't go to work, don't ask for leave, don't even answer the phone, you can, you Is this the rhythm of God?"
"Cough cough~" Han Zhiyuan coughed twice, and then made up a reason under the fire of the supervisor. For example, he went to the deep mountains and forests with his travel friends on the weekend and was trapped in it for three days and three nights. Finally got out of trouble. Not to mention, after these two experiences, Han Zhiyuan is very good at lying. He not only found a reason for his absence from work for three days, but also asked for the subsequent leave.
The supervisor did not suspect him, and worried about Han Zhiyuan. Hearing that, Han Zhiyuan felt guilty for a while, until he hung up the phone, but it was inexplicable. He felt that the whole person was powerless. , Han Zhiyuan suddenly reacted, this is false, this is clearly hungry, very, very hungry.
Han Zhiyuan got up and went to the refrigerator to find something to eat, thinking that he might have been away for the past two days because the water didn't come in, and that the demon king didn't know what he was doing. Thinking of the demon king, Han Zhiyuan suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Han Zhiyuan pulled out a coke can and planned to support his stomach first, but when he thought of the expression on the Demon King's face when he got Tang Yifeng's memory, Han Zhiyuan couldn't help grinning, but the next second Han Zhiyuan's smile froze.
Hearing the sound of "chi~", a whole can of Coke slammed into Han Zhiyuan's face, and the hand that was holding the can squeezed it to death. Han Zhiyuan's entire body froze and he couldn't move at all.
Han Zhiyuan had a black line on his face, no, a cola face, he really didn't want to believe that the Demon King was such a naive person. However, a strong sense of oppression filled the room for a moment. Han Zhiyuan only felt that he was suffocating for a moment, as if his body would be crushed in the next second. The key is that his body still couldn't move. .
For a moment, Han Zhiyuan's heart suddenly became extremely vigilant, and he had the feeling that he would die in the next second, like ashes, but for some reason, the feeling disappeared in the next second.
Immediately, Han Zhiyuan only felt that he was being stared at by a pair of terrifying eyes. The feeling that every cell in the body was being seen through made Han Zhiyuan's scalp numb unconsciously. No sign of the Demon King could be seen, but the feeling of being scrutinized came from the depths of the soul, strong and irresistible, and the next second, a familiar Sen Ran voice entered his ears.
"Humph," said a soft hum with great contempt and dissatisfaction, "Humanity is indeed insidious."
Han Zhiyuan is ashamed, you are not human? It seems that it is not, but he said quickly, "I believe that His Majesty the Demon King will understand what I am doing."
To make the remnant soul emotional, this is the simplest, most direct, and most effective method. Han Zhiyuan believes that this person absolutely knows this. Moreover, the devil must now hide in his so-called body of the sun, so Han Zhiyuan How dare you risk your life like this.
Moreover, since he has not been destroyed by ashes, nor has he been abused thousands of times by the devil's claws, he is still intact. It can be seen that the devil is still wise, at least he has held back.
However, Han Zhiyuan was a little surprised by the calm reaction of the Demon King. He thought that he would at least be beaten up when he came back, and he was the one who beat himself up. I didn't expect the Demon King to react like this. The importance of the body of the sun.
"Hmph," the Demon King snorted again, he naturally understood that what Han Zhiyuan did was to make the remnant soul emotional, but, "You mean the last unnecessary intercourse?"
The Demon King's voice was cold and full of sarcasm, Han Zhiyuan froze and intercourse... It's strange that this word came out of the Demon King's mouth, "cough~" Han Zhiyuan was a little embarrassed, he really relied on his body to confront the Demon King. The importance of it is a little bit fearless, but he was really looking forward to this one's reaction, but he didn't expect him to be so tolerant.
"Whatever the love is, that... can't control it." Han Zhiyuan said with a guilty conscience, but he didn't want to, and the Demon King snorted again.
"What is the love?" Sen Leng mixed with irony, "What is that little peacock? Humans are really greedy."
For a moment, Han Zhiyuan looked stunned, what was the matter with the Demon King's tone, was he fighting for Feng Yu? Wait, Han Zhiyuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Aren't Feng Yu and Tang Yifeng a part of this one? What does he mean
Han Zhiyuan replied tentatively, "Aren't they all part of His Majesty the Demon King?" The implication is that your Majesty the Demon King is so charming that I can't control it. It has nothing to do with peacock singers, because they live in their bodies. Aren't all your souls yours
As soon as Han Zhiyuan finished speaking, he clearly felt that the sight in the depths of his soul froze for a while, and then he snorted again, but in this snort, Han Zhiyuan felt that he was mixed with something such as "This king's natural charm is boundless universe. The most beautiful" kind of thing. At that moment, a terrible and unrealistic idea suddenly popped into Han Zhiyuan's mind, such as capturing the Great Demon King and making him emotional, and even thinking of a method, such as letting every one of his The remnant souls were emotional or something, but he felt the pressure that his lungs were about to burst, Han Zhiyuan decisively dismissed this terrible thought.
"Small ants, don't be delusional," the Demon King said coldly. Isn't coveting his remnant soul coveting his deity? This ant is really brave, but no matter what kind of space world he is in, even if the king of the demon world is an insignificant remnant soul, it must be an unparalleled existence in the world, and a small ant of him is naturally unable to resist.
"Yes yes yes." Han Zhiyuan agreed perfunctorily, but suddenly found himself able to move, and hurriedly took out a bucket of instant noodles from the kitchen cabinet, he was about to starve to death, who could stand without food for two days!
Han Zhiyuan continued to perfunctory while making some noodles, "Thanks to His Majesty the Demon King for his profound righteousness. You also know that this is the most direct and effective method." "I don't know how long is the time restriction set by His Majesty? You at least let me control the time."
But he didn't want to, the Demon King let out a chuckle, "Where do you think that incurable disease came from?" Although he couldn't leave, when he sent Han Zhiyuan over, the moment the two time and space were connected, he could perceive everything. .
Han Zhiyuan froze, and suddenly understood why the cancer of the original owner of the world came so strangely and so quickly. Thinking of this, Han Zhiyuan's heart trembled slightly. After all, it is a fresh life. It is impossible for Han Zhiyuan not to feel guilty about his death.
The Demon King seemed to see through his thoughts, and said cruelly, "That is his life. When the soul of this king is imprisoned in that world, their fate is already doomed."
To him, a human life is just as trivial as an ant, even in many eras such as ancient times or during wars, human life is the same, but for Han Zhiyuan, a modern person living in a society ruled by law, it is not so easy to accept. matter. Fortunately, he has experienced the bizarre world of Jiutian Continent, not to mention life and death, monsters and monsters are used to it, so it is not so difficult to accept.
However, Han Zhiyuan also knew in his heart that for a character like the Demon King, life and death were nothing to them. If he stood at his level, he would probably feel that his current thinking was very narrow. What's more, you can't take care of your own life and death, how can you take care of others, let alone people from another world.
The Demon King kindly let Han Zhiyuan eat two bowls of instant noodles in one go, but he threw him into the whirlpool when he wanted to go out and eat two more bowls.
After the previous two experiences, Han Zhiyuan calmed down a lot.
However, when Han Zhiyuan was unprepared, he still didn't let him finish his words, but this time, the Demon King didn't warn him not to do unnecessary things, but told him the time limit.
a year? Han Zhiyuan didn't have the heart to think about why it took so long this time, because he suddenly thought that it would be at least ten days if he didn't come back a year, so wouldn't he starve to death
So Han Zhiyuan roared into the swirling black vortex as usual, "Protect my body, remember to eat! Remember to take a shower!"
Of course, the Demon King didn't kill him at all.
The moment he opened his eyes, a quaint breath rushed towards his face, and an unknown and unfamiliar scent even wafted from his nose, which seemed to be an ancient incense. What caught the eye was a delicate and classical gray tone. After being stunned for two seconds, Han Zhiyuan realized that it seemed to be a bed tent.
He turned his head slightly and tried to straighten up, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, Han Zhiyuan gasped in a "hiss", and the next second, he fell back again.
"My lord, my lord, you are finally awake."
A soft young voice mixed with surprises entered Han Zhiyuan's ears, and when he squinted, he saw a young man in a green costume looking at him in surprise, with a delicate appearance like a tender little girl. The point is, well, it does look a little bit girly.
Han Zhiyuan saw him staring at him at a loss, and before he could speak, he saw the child rush out in surprise, shouting while running, "Come on, my lord is awake, my lord is awake!"
Han Zhiyuan frowned and looked around. The tables and chairs seemed to be high-end goods, and the furnishings in the room were only in ancient times. Moreover, judging from the luxuriousness of this room, I was afraid that the original owner, regardless of his status, would be the same. is very prominent.
Lord
The memory was still a little confusing, Han Zhiyuan frowned again, and tried to search for the memory, but there was a severe pain in his shoulder. At this moment, I saw that the young man who rushed out just now filed in with a group of people, but except for an old man who looked like a doctor with a medicine box on his back, several other people of all shapes and sizes turned out to be beautiful... Junior? Or rather, a few assorted... sissies.
Well, they are all good-looking and delicate, but they are too fancy to dress up one by one, right? At first glance, I thought it was a group of women in an ancient boudoir, especially staring at her crying with joy, what the hell is this place? what the hell
Could it be the legendary small herdsman? Han Zhiyuan was taken aback by his own thoughts, but luckily there was a normal old man beside him.
"Hi~" The moment the gauze was removed, Han Zhiyuan gasped again, and saw a ten centimeter-long wound on his shoulder, which was shocking. For a modern person, let alone the wound on his own body, It's scary just looking at it.
"My lord, please bear with me for a moment." The old man skillfully took out the tools in the medicine box and prepared to change Han Zhiyuan's medicine.
A few teenagers on the side covered their mouths as if they were frightened by Han Zhiyuan's wound, and then they wanted to see but didn't dare to look at it. Only the emerald-green teenager beat the old man with red eyes. Han Zhiyuan's injury looks even more painful.
Han Zhiyuan lowered his head and glanced at his exposed upper body, and saw that his muscles were distinct and powerful, without a trace of excess fat, and the muscle lines on his arms were the envy of every man, but his muscles were very thin. But it is full of strength, which cannot be trained in the gym at all, as can be seen from the calluses on his palms.
Lord? Han Zhiyuan let the old man change the medicine for him, closed his eyes slightly, and sorted out the memories that had not been sorted out in his mind.
But at this moment, a shrill voice broke Han Zhiyuan's thoughts.
"The Emperor is here!"
Han Zhiyuan only heard a few people beside the bed clattering and all kneeling on the ground, and then he heard a rush of footsteps from far to near, and soon, an anxious voice full of youthful voices entered Han Zhiyuan's ears. .
"Uncle, Uncle, you finally woke up."
The voice was full of anxiety and joy, even with a cry, and it was not difficult to hear the owner's concern and inexplicable dependence on him.
Uncle? At that moment, Han Zhiyuan had the urge to hold his forehead, but unfortunately he couldn't move his hand. Really, just as the teenager stepped into the door, Han Zhiyuan's body quickly became hot, how familiar it was, wasn't it
So, Your Majesty? Uncle? Is this the rhythm that wants him to incest