A companion beast dressed as the villain of the Great Demon King

The weather was good and bad, and it took them two days to process the wood, and another two days to repair the inside and outside of the wooden house.

When seeing the devil knocking a nail with a hammer, Ling Jiu felt that he was not well.

It seemed that every blow was aimed at his own hand, and it made people shudder to see it!

In the end, the matter fell on Ling Jiu himself, and the Demon King was sent to tidy up the straw on the roof.

The old man just wanted to make a simple condition, but he didn't expect them to be so serious. From the inside to the outside, even the courtyard door was repaired, and the house was almost brand new.

"Qing Rang, you tied it wrong." Ling Jiu squatted next to the stake with the devil, and tied the stake with thin vines.

"It's not right to go around like this..." Ling Jiu took the hands of the demon king and taught him how to tie them. "This way is more secure."

The Demon King looked up at him, "Why do you know everything?"

Ling Jiu touched his head and smiled, "This is very simple."

"The small wooden house is really nice." After the completion, Ling Jiu looked at his work with satisfaction, and joked: "When we get old, let's find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and build a wooden house together for the elderly."

"Yeah." The Demon King nodded, "But it's a bit difficult to grow old."

Ling Jiu was amused by his serious expression, and sighed softly, "That's right, we can't grow old."

The house was repaired, but Ling Jiu always felt that something was missing. The outside was so well done, but once inside it was empty and uncomfortable.

There are flower fields in Fengling City, and he has also seen shops selling dried flowers.

As soon as the fault of perfectionism was committed, he dragged the devil to the city.

Originally, I just wanted to buy dried flowers, but when I walked across a street and saw fur blankets, I bought four or five of them. I walked through a shop and saw bamboo and rattan rocking chairs, so I bought two more.

As a result, after wandering around, I had to move a whole family of furniture back.

The boss of the parrot took the top-quality magic crystal with both hands, grinning from ear to ear, and promised to have the furniture delivered to the door immediately.

"What else do you want to buy?" The Demon King expressed his support for his waste of money.

Compared to the level of prodigal, they have a lot to fight, and no one has the right to say anything.

"It's almost there." Ling Jiu glanced across the store, "Go back and help grandma pack up, and our task will be successfully completed."

"Ah."

As they approached the gate of the city, they suddenly heard a commotion. The two eagle guards at the gate ran into the side of the inner gate, shouting towards the sky.

"The rebel party has appeared, be alert!"

"Seal! City!"

The high-pitched shouts set off huge waves in the city.

Thousands of patrol eagle guards circling over Fengling City flew towards the city gate from all directions, turning into animal shapes one after another, entering a state of preparation for battle.

Those as timid as pigeons and quails have already returned home screaming at the speed of light, and the brave ones formed a group to watch the excitement at the gate of the city, but were driven back by the eagle guards.

The accident happened too fast, there was a flutter of chickens and dogs jumping on the road, and the demon king picked up Ling Jiu and jumped onto the roof.

They stood tall, and they could clearly see the darkness outside the city gate. No matter what, there must be thousands of people, and the noise was deafening.

Soon, Bailu flew out of Qingluan Hall with his guards to support the guards at the city gate.

On every street, guards guided residents to avoid the battle, and the chaotic scene quickly resumed.

It was the first time Ling Jiu saw such a big scene, and he really wanted to stay and watch, but the old man was not far from Fengling City, so he wondered if it would be affected.

Don't be trampled down by the rebels as soon as the house is repaired.

"Qing Rang, is there a way for us to get out of here?"

After Ling Jiu finished speaking, the demon king raised his slender hand and pointed forward, and a black ring appeared out of thin air.

Like Suzaku's ability to control wind and fire, Demon King's ability to control gravity and space.

That is to say, as long as he wants, he can go to any place.

Just as the Demon King took a step, Ling Jiu suddenly looked towards the city gate and patted him on the shoulder, "Wait a minute first."

He seemed to hear something just now.

The rebels had already surrounded the city wall tightly, and there were constant roars, and all kinds of skills were thrown at the protective barrier above Fengling City as if they didn't need money.

The scene of the war was very bloody and shocking, but what surprised Ling Jiu even more was the slogans shouted by the rebels at the top of their lungs

"The lackey of the devil king, let me crawl!

"Master Suzaku is the destiny of heaven!!"

"The demon king is exhausted! You who are sensible, now rely on us and don't kill!"

"Overthrow the Demon King, rescue Suzaku-sama, and return the future of the Demon Realm!!"

How did he become the banner of the rebel party again?

According to what these people meant, they wanted to destroy the Demon King and make him the Demon King?

Grass, looking for death?

He was about to fly over to take a closer look, but the devil covered his ears and stepped into the black ring.

With one step forward, they had already returned to the vicinity of the old man's house.

Ling Jiu took the Demon King's hand and looked at him fixedly. Something flashed in his heart, but he was too late to catch it.

He vaguely felt that as long as he captured it, he could unlock the answers to many questions.

"Qing Rang, are you early..."

Halfway through Ling Jiu's speech, he saw a large area of ​​bright red from the corner of his eye, and turned his head to look at it, and his mind went blank for a moment.

There are not many villagers living in the old man's village, and small wooden houses in twos and threes are scattered at the foot of the mountain. They are usually quiet and isolated from the world.

But now, half of those wooden houses have collapsed. Straw and broken planks are scattered everywhere. I don’t know whose hands and whose feet were thrown in one place. The snow on the village road was stained red, and the blood stains everywhere .

Ling Jiu jumped to the ground and ran quickly towards the old man's house.

There was no place to stay on the normally clean village road. Ling Jiu almost slipped and fell. Turning his head, he saw that he had accidentally stepped on his intestines. Recalling the slippery feeling made his hair stand on end.

He endured the nausea and ran to the foot of the familiar mountain.

The log cabin he and the devil spent a few days repairing together has changed beyond recognition in a blink of an eye.

The lantern hanging on the courtyard gate was buried in the snow in a dilapidated state, half of the fence tied with vines was broken, and the loose vines were piled up in a mess.

The neatly tidied yard was covered by collapsed wooden houses, and the chairs he had chipped half way through with ice in the morning had been completely smashed.

He reluctantly walked in a few steps, and suddenly stepped on something, he retreated reflexively, only to find that it was the small wind chime under the corridor.

"Grandma... grandma..." Ling Jiu yelled at the collapsed wooden house a few times, his voice echoed in the village, but no one responded to him.

Ling Jiu's hand was tight and tight, and the air flow fluctuated at the fingertips.

The broken wooden boards scattered in the yard were blown up by the wind one by one, and fell to the open space not far away.

Rao was already mentally prepared, but seeing the frozen blood under the steps still made his throat choke.

The old man was lying at the door, his abdomen had been punctured, and his blood had clotted.

Ling Jiu took a few deep breaths before walking over, and tested the old man's breath and carotid artery. He didn't know if the monsters also relied on these two signs to judge life, but the old man had neither.

"Grandma? Grandma?" He pushed gently, but the old man didn't respond.

Footsteps came from behind, Ling Jiu turned her head to look over, "Qing Rang, can she still be saved?"

The Demon King didn't have any expression from the beginning to the end, he just glanced lightly, "Dead."

Ling Jiu was silent for a long time, pulled a small blanket aside to cover the old man, got up and went to the corridor outside to sit down.

The Demon King sat beside him and rubbed his head, "It's too dirty here."

Ling Jiu shook his head, "It's okay, the refresh time of the house is 10 minutes, and the refresh time of the edge npc is 15 minutes, and it will return to its original state later."

He finished talking dumbly, but he couldn't even convince himself.

The Demon King didn't speak again, and sat with him silently until the next morning.

The eyes gradually became brighter, and nothing changed except for the snow falling more and more.

Ling Jiu thought it was absurd, so absurd that she wanted to laugh, but it was expected.

There were problems as early as in the Yuchuan Canyon. After the group of humanoids were killed by monsters, they were not refreshed at all. Later, people who should not have appeared, and plot lines that should not have appeared.

The irrationality came up again and again, and he just didn't want to admit it.

This might not be the game world.

It is an unknown world that is very similar to the game he designed.

The smell of blood in his nose reminded him over and over again that the creatures here may not be data, they are alive, and if they die, they are really dead.

"Qing Rang." Ling Jiu's voice was dry, "Why do you insist on doing the investigation yourself?"

The Demon King looked into the distance and didn't speak for a while.

If this is not the game world, then everything cannot be considered according to the game plot.

Is Suzaku really just a banner of rebellion?His Skyfire controls the lifeblood of the demon world, and his strength is comparable to that of the demon king. It is not difficult to understand his desire to usurp the throne.

Ling Jiu looked into the distance calmly, "You already knew that those traitors might have something to do with me?"

"You don't want those few participants to join forces. First, you don't want them to get hurt. Second, you don't want them to know too much."

Ling Jiu looked away, just as the Demon King was also looking at him.

"I said, I don't want anything, as long as you don't leave."

This is the default in disguise.

What the hell is going on with these two people?The king does not see the king?

It shouldn't be so, at least in his opinion, the Demon King really loves Suzaku, but he is not sure what the original Suzaku meant. Was this game really set up to usurp the throne?Are those rebel parties under his banner really related to him?

"Jiujiu." The Demon King hesitated, took his hand and held it in his palm, "For me, you are the most important."

Why do you want to treat a person with bad intentions as a treasure?You are better off, baby!

Ling Jiu withdrew his hand and stood up silently.

The Demon King's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head, the remaining warmth in his palm was instantly blown away by the cold wind.

But the next moment, he was hugged into a warm embrace.

After recognizing the reality, Ling Jiu's mind became clearer. He stroked the devil's hair soothingly, and said softly, "Qing Rang, help me retrieve my memory."

The Demon King put his hand on his back and replied in a low voice, "Okay."

Ling Jiu let go a little, met his eyes, and laughed when he saw his sad look, "When I remember everything, I will tell you with my own mouth that you are wrong."

There is another word, he did not say.

No matter what ambitions the former Suzaku had, he is Suzaku now, and even if the original Suzaku really wants to usurp the throne, he will kill everything in the cradle.

Regardless of whether this world is a game world or not, the devil is his cub, and he can't see the other party being wronged in the slightest.