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On the first day I just woke up, I was forced to accept so many bizarre realities, and the news became more and more piercing, even my hardened heart couldn't stand it.Shen Quehan's breath fluttered suddenly, and the spiritual power in his meridians immediately rebelled from left to right.

He only felt disturbed in his heart, his throat felt sweet, and seeing blood was about to spurt out, a sharp murderous intent locked on to him in mid-air.

Shen Quehan met Fanchen's gaze from afar through the misty snow and fog.

It was as if a cold sword was pressing against his back, but this cold murderous intent miraculously made him calm down quickly, sweeping away all distracting thoughts like a gust of wind, his consciousness receded, and he was fully on guard against external fatal dangers.

But Mozun didn't mean to pull him off the cloud, that moment of killing intent was more like a warning, Fanchen quickly looked away, jumped off the top of the city and floated away.Shen Quehan subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but with a thought, he realized that the two of them had never met each other, and it had been a hundred years, he thought it was Nanfeng just based on Fanchen's voice, it was a bit hasty, he had to find a way Take a closer look.

The demon cultivators outside Songhua City are picking up the remaining monks, tying them up one by one, and pulling them into the city.The cultivator who summoned a fire bird out of thin air was seriously injured, but he was not fatal. The demon cultivators actually allowed his followers to apply the wound medicine for him, leaving only one person to support him.

Shen Quehan said in his heart that if it was at the time of the former Demon Lord, these monks would have been killed on the spot. Instead of killing people, Fanchen took them into Songhua City, what was he going to do?Could it be that they plan to stay and eat slowly?

He listened intently, only to hear a few demon cultivators walking and saying: "Look at your clothes, the sect should be very rich, right? It's easy to go back, write a letter to ask the family to bring the spirit stone to redeem, we promise It's not hard for you."

Shen Quehan: "..."

The co-author is to move the mortal world to the devil world. Does Fanchen know that his subordinates are so embarrassing?

The monks probably didn't expect that this group of demons were doing kidnapping for a living. It took a long time before someone gritted their teeth and cursed: "Dream! If you want to kill, you have to do whatever you want. If you want to use us to humiliate the sect, it is absolutely impossible!"

A young magic cultivator said unhappily: "Obviously you guys came to provoke first, why do you say we humiliated you?"

The monk said proudly: "Evil demons are crooked, everyone can get it and punish them!"

The young demon cultivator fell silent, and another older demon cultivator smiled and said, "What are you doing with them? This group of decent sects has always been stubborn, and they don't cry when they see the coffin. Now their cultivation bases are sealed, and with Ordinary people are almost the same, so there is no need to kill them, if they starve them for two days, they will cry and beg you for custody."

The young Moxiu curled his lips and said: "Whoever wants to see them cry, they are all ugly." As if touched by something sad, he sniffled and said listlessly: "They deserve to be hungry, but why should I be hungry? Cai has been gone for a month, why hasn't a new cook been recruited!"

Xianmen monk: "..."

The middle-aged Demon Cultivator sighed, "There's no way, it's too cold in our city, and even bastards can't stay here."

The young Moxiu sounded like he was about to cry: "Then are we better than Wang Ba, or are we worse than Wang Ba..."

Shen Quehan couldn't listen to it any longer. While lamenting in his heart that the demon world was not as good as the previous one, he felt strangely that the demon cultivators were actually serious about recruiting cooks, instead of directly going to other cities to catch one. It's quite reasonable to say.

He pressed the sword down, landed on the soft snow, and showed the broken iron sword in his hand before the demon cultivators drew their swords.

The young Demon Cultivator shuddered in his heart, and shouted, "No, they have helpers!"

Although the cultivator of Xianmen didn't arrange for a second hand, seeing his graceful demeanor of leaping in the air, Xiao Xiao's solemnity, his cultivation level must not be too bad, and he was very happy in his heart.

Then I saw the tall monk turning his long sword upside down, signaling to surrender, and calmly said to the demon cultivators: "Brothers, you have something to say, don't rush to do it, I'm here to surrender."

Xianmen and Mozu were silent together.

The leader, Moxiu, looked him up and down three times, and finally asked with the scorching gaze behind him: "What are you trying to... No, why did you surrender?"

Shen Quehan said in a trembling voice: "I have admired the demeanor of Lord Mozun for a long time! I am willing to do my best for the revival of the demon race!"

silence.

Dead silence.

The young devil swallowed his saliva, and asked stutteringly: "You, you must have read the scriptures sold in Biwu City, and then came to read them, no, come to serve our lord, right?"

"Ah?" Shen Quehan was at a loss, "What script?"

"It's fine if it's not, it's fine if it's not." The young Moxiu rubbed his chest and told him with lingering fear, "Remember, your lord has a cruel temperament, murderous like hemp, brutal and bloodthirsty, and his face is like a Shura—you know it's true. What Shura? It's a Yaksha with a blue face and fangs, the kind that can scare people to death."

"Thank you for your teaching, my little friend. I will keep it in my heart and always be vigilant." Shen Quehan nodded solemnly, "Although Shura and Yasha are actually two different things...but we don't judge heroes by their appearance, and mediocre people in the world are often blinded by one leaf. , Only by sincerely admiring and yearning for the person who is a respected person, listening to his words and watching his deeds, can we appreciate the supreme demeanor of the sage!"

Moxiu and the cultivator of Xianmen looked at each other, and each saw a line of words in each other's eyes - what a big sycophant!

The young moxiu had never seen the world before, so he stepped back three steps in a row after being shocked by him.The leader Moxiu said with difficulty: "Then what, why don't you go back and think about it? Our lord doesn't like... people who admire him too much."

The other demon cultivators immediately followed suit: "That's right, look at our place where the birds don't shit. It snows all year round. It's not suitable for long-term living. It's easy to catch a cold."

"Fellow Daoist, we didn't lie to you. Did you see the big gash on that man's chest? His Majesty did it! He is really fierce."

Shen Quehan: "..."

He could see that this group of demons had no intention of hurting others, so it was very difficult to deal with such smug people. The monks next to them couldn't help but want to help them.To deal with people like him, the Immortal Sect is indeed more arrogant and direct. It doesn’t matter whether you admire or not, if you don’t like you, you just don’t like you. A spiritual energy hits everything in the past and everything is quiet. Go back to practice for 800 years and come back again.

He suddenly smiled, as if he couldn't pretend anymore, and finally gave up the disguise helplessly.The whole person seemed to have taken off a layer of greasy painted skin in place, and his demeanor and behavior were completely different.There was a bit of leisure in his smile, and he sighed leisurely: "Oh, brother, let me be honest, in fact, I have nowhere to go, I can't eat, so I want to try my luck here."

"I'm a casual cultivator. I entered the Tao by chance. I have practiced in the West Sea for decades without any results. Last summer, a tsunami destroyed the cave, and all my family property sank to the bottom of the sea. I came back after a narrow escape, but Guess what? People's great sects don't accept such incompetent disciples as me.

"Cultivation requires spiritual stones, materials, and magic tools. The little money I saved is not enough to even stay in a hotel. Well, I have been wandering until now, and this sword is the only thing left around me."

"So I thought, if the Immortal Realm doesn't accept me, then I'll go to the head office of the Demon Realm. Although I'm not good at cultivation, I can use a sword, write, farm, cook, carpentry and repair furniture, and weave cloth. Cutting clothes, making ice lanterns, kneading clay figurines, and drawing duck eggs...these skills that the immortals don't like, there must be something that can come in handy, right?"

Xianmen monk: "..."

You will have too much!

The young Moxiu was about to cry again, grabbing the sleeve of the leading Moxiu and shouting in a low voice: "Cook! Cook!"

"Xi Ling, don't make trouble." The leader Moxiu held him down, blinked his eyes, and eased the sourness caused by Shen Quehan's words, "There is indeed a shortage of manpower in the city, we can take you in, but You need to seal your spirit veins first, and whether you can keep them in the end depends on His Majesty's will."

Shen Quehan said calmly: "Of course." He even stretched out his hand as if he was relieved: "Please."

Moxiu untied his sword and confirmed that there were no other weapons on his body before he remembered and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

From an angle that he couldn't see, Shen Quehan lowered his head, and slightly hooked the corner of his mouth.

"Shen Xun."

The author has something to say:

The painting styles on both sides of the Demon Realm are different:

Mozun: I have been a monk in Songhua City for 30 years, and my heart is as cold as my knife.

Mo Xiu: Fanfan, Hungry, Makabaka~

Senior Brother Shen: Self-cultivation of an actor.