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Shi Qing was walking down the street with the cat in his arms. He was very handsome, and he was wearing a small black cloak, the kind that just fell to his ankles. It was embroidered with beautiful flowers, and it floated up as the owner walked.
When he reached a shop window, he stopped and looked at himself printed on the glass.
It's early autumn now, and some of the passersby are wearing coats, some are wearing jeans, and some are wearing long pants in the jeans.
But no one is like Shi Qing, who dresses like a filming actor.
But they couldn't see him either, and no one jumped out to take pictures or anything.
Shi Qing stared at the window: [System, tell me, what is the difference between the holiday world and the mission world?]
[Of course there are differences.]The system popped up: [The host didn't find out, is your appearance in this world your original appearance?]
Shi Qing discovered that the face on the glass was exactly what he looked like.
He has a slender figure, handsome facial features, and always seems to have a hint of elegance in his eyebrows.
It's just that it's not short hair, the long black hair is tied up by a jade crown, and the remaining part is scattered, which just makes this face a little more charming.
He raised his hand and looked at himself in the glass, his slender fingers slowly landed on his cheeks, and the demon king reflected in the glass slightly raised his lips.
Even more evil.
The system carefully reminded Shi Qing: [Host, holiday world, don't care about the character, you don't have to make yourself look like a bad guy.]
Shi Qing raised his eyebrows, and then smiled and tilted his head: [Who told you that I'm not a bad guy anymore?]
system:[…]
Shi Qing slowly lowered his hand and touched the cat in his arms: [Okay, what's the situation in this world.]
system:…
I always feel that the host is like a demon king.
It trembled and began to transmit memories.
Because this world is a holiday world, there is no plot content, but there are relatively important character profiles.
For example, Shi Qing, he is the Great Demon King, he is cold-blooded and ruthless, and his greatest pleasure is to take away the things people cherish most, and then watch them collapse and despair.
His favorite thing to do is to destroy all kinds of feelings.
Friendship, love, affection.
The most invisible thing for him is the happiness of others, and his favorite thing to do is to destroy this happiness.
For example, the man who pushed his biological mother downstairs before, the Demon King was jealous of the maternal love his mother gave him, so he only seduced him a little bit to exchange it with his mother.
The Demon King also has an adversary. His birth was mainly due to too many evil thoughts and negative energies in this world, so he appeared.
But as long as the Demon King is willing, he can live forever, so no one can really deal with him at present.
Although he called the Demon King by such a Western name, it was still the East here, and his opponent didn't call him the Demon King, but the Demon Head.
The setting here is a bit like a hodgepodge, there are underworlds, there are monks, and the opponent of the devil is the monks.
The underworld can't beat him, and can't control him.
In fact, cultivators have no underworld to fight, but the reason why they are said to be the opponents of the Demon King is because their philosophy is to save the common people, which naturally includes the victims who were lured by the Demon King and lost everything.
The Demon King was too lazy to care about them. He was addicted to all kinds of ruins, and he couldn't extricate himself, and until he realized that ordinary humans were no longer fun, his thoughts suddenly turned to the ascetic.
Think about it, how fun it would be to be able to lure a Taoist priest with a pure mind and a single heart.
The system transmitted, and said cautiously: [Host, this is your identity, how do you feel?]
Shi Qing opened his eyes, red flashed across his eyes, and blinked lightly: [Yes, very good.]
[In other words, I am going to seduce the cultivator now?]
System: [No, no, host, this is a holiday world, you don't need to follow the human design.]
Shi Qing: [But don't you think it's fun to lure cultivators?]
system:[…]
Shi Qing: [Think about it, a pure-hearted cultivator with few desires was seduced by me and slowly degenerated, tsk tsk tsk.]
system:[…]
Shi Qing: [I can't wait, come on, tell me who that cultivator is.]
When the system was full of data question marks, it was carefully transmitted.
A monk, Meng Qing.
The orphan was thrown under the mountain gate at birth, picked up by his master, and became a Taoist priest.
It may be because he grew up in Taoism, Meng Qing devoted himself to Taoism, and did not care about fame, fortune, wealth, and other people.
He is 20 years old this year, but he is so pure that he can blush when he hears other people discussing bed affairs. He is even more ancient than the ancients.
Before, he had been working hard to help those who had been seduced by the Demon King.
Shi Qing looked at it and raised his eyebrows slightly: [Does he look good?]
System: [Good-looking is good-looking... ]
Shi Qing: [It looks good.]
system:[? ? ? Eh? Hey host, where are you going?]
The Demon King is a collection of all kinds of resentment in this world. As long as there is resentment, he can reach it with his feet.
Resentment is a thing, not having enough to eat is resentment, not sleeping well is resentment, even if you have a cold and feel unwell, it is resentment.
Rather than saying that he can teleport over wherever there is resentment, it is better to say that he can come wherever there are people.
There are so many Taoist priests, big and small, living in the halal view, and of course it is impossible to have no resentment at all.
The Demon King's shoes gently landed in front of the halal temple.
While the little Taoist priest was sweeping, there were some ordinary people walking around.
When Shi Qing closed his eyes, the scene in front of him was no longer a group of people walking around, but wisps of smoke drifting.
Demon King's special skill, able to see the energy of a person.
This skill is more convenient for him to seduce people.
Among the many gray, green and even black smog, a wisp of white smoky was mixed in. In the huge halal view, only he was completely white, which made Shi Qing feel a little pitiful.
Shi Qing raised the corners of his mouth like this, closed his eyes and raised his feet.
When he opened it again, he was in front of a house.
He took a breath forward, and the door opened slowly without making a sound.
The Demon King fell silent and walked in slowly.
Behind him, the door slowly closed again.
When he walked to the side of the bed, he could see a young man sleeping on the bed. He closed his eyes and his face was slightly red. It was obviously early autumn, but there were tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, his lips were slightly uncomfortable, and his eyebrows were slightly long. Also wrinkled.
"I'm sick."
The Demon King opened his mouth, his voice was low, a little hoarse, with an indescribable charm.
The young man on the bed did not hear his words, still frowning slightly, struggling with the pain in his sleep.
Shi Qing slowly stretched out his hand and landed on Meng Qing's forehead.
In just a few seconds, the young Taoist priest stretched out his knitted brows, his uncomfortable expression turned peaceful, and his breathing became deep and even.
Shi Qing smiled, and deliberately leaned close to Dao Chang's ear, his lips gently fell to the side, and through the air, he almost murmured:
"I'll help you get back to health, you can get something in exchange."
The young man who was sleeping suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of eyes that looked a little round because of their wide opening stared blankly at the Demon King.
Seeing him awake, the devil's smile became even sweeter, and he slowly approached the young man's face as white as jade, and met him, face to face.
He opened his lips slightly, and shouted in a long voice: "Little Taoist..."
"You're awake."
Meng Qing: "!!!"
Face-to-face with this almost flawless face, the young Daoist priest's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even a hint of red was on his neck.
He finally came to his senses, got up abruptly with a blushing face, ducked back, and huddled in the corner of the bed, his face blank and helpless, looking very pitiful.
"You, you, who are you!"
Seeing the Taoist priest who was obviously nervous to the point of stammering, but still trying to maintain his shock, Shi Qing became even more wicked. He went straight to bed and approached the young Taoist priest in the corner who wanted to shrink into a ball.
"What are you hiding, haven't you been looking for me before?"
Meng Qing looked at the evil spirit in front of her, but she had another face that made people feel no ill will, and her face turned red for no reason.
He hugged his knees, squeezed into the corner again, lowered his eyes quickly, endured the pounding heartbeat, and tried to calm himself down.
The little Taoist took a deep breath and didn't dare to look at that face again, so he lowered his eyes and replied, "The good believer is joking, Pindao has never seen you before, how could he want to find you."
"Can't you find it if you haven't seen it?"
Shi Qingjian didn't care about the other party's stiff avoidance, and got closer, he sniffed slightly, and suddenly said:
"You smell so good."
"Little Taoist priest, aren't you a man? Why are you more fragrant than some girls."
"me… "
Meng Qing's face turned even redder. He grew up in the mountain gate, and he always maintained etiquette with others. Wherever he met Shi Qing, he said that he was fragrant when he came up, and now he just doesn't know what to say.
After holding it for a long time, I finally said:
"The soap used by Pindao and the brothers is a brand. If the good believer likes it, Pindao can tell you the name."
"That's not what I said."
Shi Qing smiled, and he slowly took Meng Qing's hand, feeling the little Taoist's body jolted, leaned forward again, and on the cheeks of the young Taoist priest who was so nervous that he kept blinking, across the air Gently sniff up and down:
"Your incense comes from the soul."
"They didn't."
The young Daoist wanted to try his best to withdraw his hand, but he didn't know why, he was clearly considered a higher Daoist among his peers, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't withdraw the hand held by Shi Qing.
He could only blushed, feeling that the strange man was holding his hand firmly, blushing as if he was about to drip blood.
The little Taoist murmured: "Good faith, please let go."
"Don't let it go."
Shi Qing held his hand, and placed the pair of white and slender hands that had been stained by countless Taoist scriptures on the placket of his shirt:
"Little Taoist priest, what do you feel?"
Meng Qing, who had never been in such close contact with people, was about to jump out of her nervous heartbeat.
Where did he want to feel something, he just kept pulling back his hand: "Good faith, please let go, this is not etiquette."
"If you don't let go, I'll call someone..."
The young Taoist priest's voice stopped abruptly, he looked at Shi Qing who was smiling at him in disbelief, hesitantly moved his hand on the other side's shirt.
"You... you don't have a heartbeat!"
Meng Qing suddenly withdrew his hand as if he was scalded, and his eyes became sober. He quickly turned over, got to the pillow, and took out a charm from it.
The embarrassed expression on Yuan's face also turned sharp, his brows furrowed fiercely, the spell was directed at Shi Qing, and he looked at him vigilantly:
"Monster! How dare you break into the halal concept!"
The expression on Shi Qing's face was not at all afraid, and he even lay down slowly, with his right hand propped up, and a really evil face full of smiles:
"Without a heartbeat, is it a monster?"
"Little Taoist priest, your master has never taught you that it's not just demons who don't have a heartbeat?"
At this moment, Meng Qing was no longer as weak and easy to bully as before. After confirming that the big beauty in front of him was a demon, he immediately found an explanation for his reaction just now in his heart.
Demons usually deceive people. He blushed just now, and he must have been deceived!
That's right! That's it!
The young Taoist priest's jade-like face became more determined, and his words were very hard:
"This is a halal concept, not a place where you can be arrogant! If you don't leave, you will be welcome!"
"OK."
Shi Qing was quite looking forward to it, he lengthened his voice, and slowly lay down on Meng Qing's bed, with his head resting on his pillow, as if he already regarded this place as his own territory.
"Come on, you're welcome to me, let me see."
"you!"
Before Meng Qing, no one went down the mountain with other senior brothers to catch those rioting demons, but there are so many demons, but none of them are like Shi Qing, and they are not afraid of their halal view at all.
He was annoyed and inexplicably felt that he was being looked down upon, and angrily stretched out his hand to hit the spell on his hand.
But the spell fell in front of Shi Qing, but he stretched out his hand to catch it.
The power can also be regarded as a great spell, and it fell lightly in the palm of the devil's palm, as good as a kitten.
Meng Qing: "..."
This is impossible, this is the best spell he has drawn.
"Little Taoist priest, do you have any other tricks? You're going to sleep without me."
Meng Qing was even more powerful by the devil king's cheap tone.
He gritted his teeth: "You wait!"
Said, turned around and ran to the box where he specially put the spells, and found the one given by the master, a little reluctant to touch it, then picked up the wooden sword hanging on the wall, a few moves, and then With the spell, it was used on the yawning monster on the bed.
The spell fell silently again, without showing any effect.
"how is this possible… "
The young Taoist priest who had seen many powerful spells from childhood to adulthood fell into a trance and looked at Shi Qing who was playing with the spell he had drawn in disbelief.
"I've told you, I'm not a demon, you treat me with things that deal with demons, and it's weird that it's useful."
Shi Qing turned over and leaned closer to Meng Qing. His eyes were full of charm, and his fair fingertips pointed towards him, slightly ticking.
"Come up and take a nap with me when you're done making trouble."
How could a Taoist accompany the demon to sleep.
Meng Qing hesitantly looked at the Demon King on the bed, took a step back, then turned and ran.
——“—”
He slammed into the invisible barrier. It didn't hurt, but the elasticity was so strong that he was just bounced back.
As soon as the person fell on the bed, he was immediately hugged by Shi Qing from behind and led him into a comfortable quilt.
The young Taoist priest felt the scorching temperature behind him, and his face turned even redder. He desperately tried to struggle away, but for some reason, the monster behind him just waved his hand lightly, and an invisible force wrapped around him. No matter how hard you try, you can't break free.
"Monster! Let me go! This is the halal concept. If you dare to take action against me, my master will not let you go!"
"Your master? It's that guy with a big beard and less courage than a mouse?"
Meng Qing struggled even more: "You are not allowed to slander my master. My master is profound in Taoism. You trespassed on the halal view, and he found out that he must kill you!"
"If your master doesn't kill, he won't kill me."
Shi Qing gently approached this long ear, lowered his voice, and said softly:
"And he can't kill me either."
"Little Taoist priest, didn't you keep chasing me before? Now that I'm here, why are you hiding?"
Maybe it was because he was talking in his ear, even if he didn't get it, the breath sprayed made people feel uncomfortable, and the young Daochang blushed even more:
"When did Pindao run after you!"
"do not have it?"
Shi Qing slowly released the shackles of Meng Qing's power.
Meng Qing was overjoyed and was about to get up quickly, but found that she was clearly conscious, but couldn't move at all, so she could only lie on the bed in her original position.
He felt his body being moved over, from facing Shi Qing with his back to lying on his back on the bed, above, the monster who looked so smug was smiling smugly.
The monster stretched out his hand, just like playing with something fun, and the white fingertips gently pressed against his chin:
"You forgot? How many good things have you ruined me? It's like last time, that human being was willing to trade his conscience for a chance to win the lottery. If you hadn't stopped it, the deal would have been done."
Shi Qing looked at the young Taoist priest whose pupils shrank suddenly after hearing his words, and smiled even more happily:
"What? Remember?"
Meng Qing stared at Shi Qing: "It's you! You are the devil!"
"Don't always be a monster, it's rude."
Shi Qing slowly lay on the placket of Youth Daochang's coat, pinching the tip of his nose because he couldn't move.
"Call me Shiqing, or Lord Demon King, whatever you want."
Meng Qing: "The devil!"
"So stubborn."
The Demon King was not angry, but slowly climbed to the top, lowered his body slightly, and looked at the red lips of the young Daoist, with a flash of red light in his eyes.
"I heard that you grew up in the halal concept and never had contact with outsiders. That is to say, you here..."
Under Meng Qing's nervous gaze, he tapped his chin with his finger: "Am I the first to touch it?"
Shi Qing kindly suggested:
"Hey little Taoist priest, have you ever been kissed before? Why don't I help you and let you feel what it feels like."
He said, grinning and slowly pressing down.
The Demon King deliberately slowed down his movements, a little bit, pressing his face in the direction of Meng Qing.
near.
closer.
The last centimeter can be touched with just a little movement.
"Shi Qing!"
The young Taoist priest finally called out the name, and when he watched the demon king slowly rise from his body with a smug smile, he realized later that he had compromised with a demon, and the anger in his eyes became heavier. .
He closed his eyes tightly, and made up his mind not to be fooled, so he closed his eyes and said resolutely:
"If you want to kill or cut, please, even if I die under your hands, my master will definitely avenge me!"
Said, he began to mutter the "Tao Te Ching" in his mouth.
"What are you doing to kill you, you chased me for so long, don't you know that I never kill people?"
Shi Qing turned over and lay beside Meng Qing: "You don't know yet, that man came to me again. This time, he changed his voice."
Meng Qing's voice of chanting sutras stopped, and her mind was already disturbed.
Shi Qing continued: "He wanted to use his mother's life in exchange at first, but I didn't want it, so I changed the voice."
"Tell me, is it worth your hard work to help such a person?"
The young Taoist priest exhaled:
"They're just being seduced by you."
"Seduced by me? I hadn't spotted him when he pushed his mother downstairs."
Meng Qing was speechless.
Shi Qing's hand fell on the young Taoist priest.
It is early autumn, Meng Qing is wearing Taoist clothes, and she wears middle clothes when she sleeps. The advantage of this kind of clothes is that it is breathable and comfortable. .
And now, the Demon King's hand is eager to try on the edge of reaching it.
Shi Qing could feel that Meng Qing's heartbeat was fast.
I don't know if it's nervous or scared, but he can't see it on his face.
Shi Qing: "It's good that you like to save people, but sometimes you have to figure out whether what you want to save is really a human being."
Meng Qing gritted his teeth: "It's his fault for him to harm others, and it's your fault for you to harm others."
"Am I hurting people? Who said I hurt people?"
Shi Qing raised his eyebrows and looked righteously: "They are willing to exchange, I will exchange it for them forever, and I have not forced them to exchange with me, and the money and the goods are gone. As for what will happen to them in the future, it is none of my business."
"Strong words make sense!"
The young Taoist priest opened his mouth and closed his mouth, so he could only say this: "In short, everyone has their own life, and you should not interfere with them."
"I interfere with them because they feel pain."
Shi Qing's hand drew a circle on Meng Qing's clothes, and with a pair of charming eyes, he looked up slightly at the young Taoist priest who was always blushing:
"I'm doing good deeds, Daoist Master."
"As for my demon, it has always been fair. People don't want to exchange with me. I will definitely not force them. Every transaction I make is done voluntarily."
Saying that, Shi Qing stretched out his hand and condensed a piece of paper out of thin air.
"Okay little Taoist priest, it's time for you to sign."
"I cured you of the cold before, you should take something out in exchange."
Meng Qing: "...Aren't you willing to make every transaction? I didn't plan to change it with you, I won't change it!"
"Yes, both parties are willing."
"But you are an exception."
Shi Qing smiled happily, and when he stretched out his hand again, an ink pad appeared in his palm.
The Great Demon King smiled, picked up the young Taoist priest's hand, pressed the ink pad on his index finger, pulled his index finger again, and landed it on the piece of paper.
The fingerprints fell, the deed took effect, and slowly disappeared in front of the two of them.
"All right."
Only then did Shi Qing comfortably get into Meng Qing's arms, took his hand and let him put it on the front of his shirt, feeling the heartbeat that gradually went from silent to slow.
"Little Taoist priest, you are mine now."
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