The highest reward in the universe

Inside the main hall of the East King Palace.

The person in charge of the official network affairs of the Eastern Territory was a little dazed when he heard the three words "use it" from Dongwang.

It's not that he's too ignorant, but that Dong Wang's words are really a bit rambling.

He doesn't have Fengzhu's ability to observe words and emotions, and he doesn't get along well with Dong Wang so that he can understand the other's mind with just a look, so it is completely difficult for him to understand Dong Wang's meaning in an instant.

At this time, Dong Ting also seemed to realize that the one standing in front of him was not that brat Feng Zhu.

But even if he realized this, Dong Ting didn't turn his head to look at the middle-aged person in charge under the throne.He just stared lazily at the half-lit fire between his fingers, and then said again in an inaudible mood:

"Use your title."

The middle-aged person in charge has a special title called [Emotional Sensing].

When the gods descended on the Fourth Knight's live broadcast room for the first time, he asked the Eastern King if he needed to use this title.

At that time, Dong Wang ignored his proposal, and the person in charge thought that Dong Wang had already forgotten about it, but he didn't expect this man to remember the function of his title from beginning to end.

So in the entire universe, those who think that Dong Wang only uses his hands and doesn't use his mind, how blind must they be to have such an idea?

This tyrant is really the type that the more you get along with him, the more you will feel that he is unfathomable.

"Please wait a moment. I'll go and get a copy of the image of Death just now."

The title of the person in charge [Emotion Sensing] has the disadvantage of not being able to use it immediately, so if he wants to feel the specific emotions of Ye Huang when he stood on the borderline just now, he has to go to the person in charge of the scientific research department to ask for a copy of the previous video.

"Tsk." Dong Wang on the throne subconsciously clicked his tongue when he heard this.

He frowned impatiently and glanced at the person in charge.It wasn't until the other party was about to break out in a cold sweat that he turned his gaze away and said to the middle-aged person in charge, "It's not the god of death."

"To that brat..." Dong Ting paused for a while when he said this, considering that the people next to him always misunderstood his meaning, he flicked the cigarette ash casually and changed his words calmly.

"Use it on wind candles."

There was no need to use the title for Death at all, Dong Ting could guess eight or nine points of his emotions at that time even if he guessed casually.

What emotion can that lunatic have when facing Feng Candle?

Nothing more than an unspeakable anxiety, a restless longing.

His uncontrollable desire and delusion of dying were so obvious that they almost came out, and Dong Ting was not so bored that he insisted on figuring it out.

The main hall of Dongwang Palace is monitored 24 hours a day, and the control authority of the monitoring has always been in Dong Ting's hands.

So Dong Ting directly silenced all what Feng Zhu said just now.

After he completely covered Fengzhu's mouth shape, he released the processed image, and then asked the person in charge to use the title on the image to sense Fengzhu's emotions.

The ability of the person in charge to sense emotions is only 1 minute.

So Dong Ting selected the second half of Fengzhu's confession of the weakness of the gods, and the video when he saw Ye Huang's intention to tear apart the space.

The person in charge didn't know why Dong Ting was so interested in Feng Zhu, even more than today's god of death with unknown intentions.But no matter how curious he was, he didn't want to understand Dong Ting's thoughts at all.

Anyway, whatever Dong Ting said, he would just do it.

So he put his eyes on the image played back in the void, and then concentrated on trying to feel Fengzhu's emotions at that time.

After waiting for 1 minute, the person in charge who had already used up his titles had a slightly subtle expression for some reason.However, he concealed his emotions very well, and the subtle feeling was covered up by him with a slightly hesitant tone:

"... Feng Zhu's mood is very strange."

"In my feelings, he seems to be restraining something all the time. In fact, it is not accurate to describe it as restraint. The feeling is more like standing on the spot and watching coldly when the fire is already raging behind him. .”

"Anyway, it's complicated."

"I've been in touch with the emotions of many people before. But like him, I've only felt it in those desperadoes who are licking blood at the tip of their knives. Even most of the desperadoes are not as dangerous as him."

"His calm and crazy mood can't be tolerated by normal people for even half a second, but Fengzhu seems to have always maintained such a dangerous state."

"Just kidding, at that moment I wondered if there was a sword hanging above his head all the time. That's why he had to be nervous and crazy."

"Judging from the video just now, Fengzhu seems to be talking to you? No matter what he said to you, at least his mood never changed a bit during the talking."

"I don't know how he can control his emotions so well at such an age. In this case, I can't tell whether he is lying or hiding something from you."

"But one thing I'm sure of—he's very arrogant. So arrogant that he doesn't care about everything."

"There is a scene in the video where the god of death wants to tear apart the space, right? The wind candle at that moment is not so much surprise as it is irritability, and the irritability is that things are out of my control."

"I also can't understand why he can be so arrogant that he thinks that even the god of death will be under his control."

"In fact, his attitude towards the Grim Reaper is also very subtle."

"When he looked at the god of death, the emotion revealed in his heart was neither for the enemy nor for the lover, nor was it like the feeling of a human being when facing a god."

"He is both indifferent and yearning, depressed and confused. While he thinks the other party is a lunatic, he also seems to be obsessed with the power of Ye Huang, who acts recklessly and recklessly."

"This kid never regarded Yehuang as a god from the beginning to the end, but regarded him as a powerful mortal."

"He was even so rampant that he felt that one day he could reach the level of the other party."

"The feeling of arrogance, paranoia and contradictions in Fengzhu's body is really indescribable, and I can only analyze it to this point. If you think it is not enough, after a week, the cooling time of the title has passed, and I will help you Use it again."

The person in charge analyzed it quite seriously.But Dong Ting on the throne didn't seem to have heard his last words, he just stared at the hazy smoke with an unclear expression, and then laughed lowly to himself.

"It's so sad..." Dong Ting's voice was low and hoarse.

At this moment, his speaking speed was extremely slow, so slow that the person in charge standing at the bottom of the steps could hear his whisper clearly.

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for the person in charge who was not on the same channel as Dong Ting to guess who Dong Ting was referring to.

But this time it's a little different.

Because he happened to use his special title just now.

What the person in charge's special title can help him sense is the emotion of the person he is looking at.And in the last few seconds of the duration of his title, his eyes happened to flick across the death in the image and the king who was half leaning on the throne.

Leaving aside the yearning that every cell and every inch of Ye Huang's bones are clamoring for, but their Eastern King...

Forbearance, restraint, pondering, pondering.

When the tyrant in the video stared at the wind candle, his past inner turmoil and turmoil seemed to be calmed down by something, and he was completely calm to an incredible degree.

But under this calm appearance, it seems that there is a more violent and dangerous ferocity suppressed than usual.For a moment, Dong Ting's mood even completely coincided with that of the god of death in the picture.

Overlapping as if they were the same person from beginning to end.

The person in charge even suspected that the reason why Dong Ting didn't let him feel the emotions of the god of death was because he simply felt the same way.

Of course, the person in charge of this kind of gossip over-the-top guessing would never show it anyway.

So even though he knew that the sad words Dong Ting said might not only refer to the god of death, but more likely to refer to himself, he just lowered his head and pretended not to hear anything.

When Dong Ting signaled him to go out, he withdrew directly from the main hall with his usual expression.

After all, Dong Wang and Feng Zhu have only known each other for a short time, and the relationship is not deep, and the king should have a lot of suspicion and hesitation towards Feng Zhu.

So even if Dong Wang had some unspeakable secret evil desires in his heart, it was not a big deal.

Anyway, judging from Dong Wang's temperament, he would never influence his decision because of his so-called personal emotions.

that's enough.

As for Dong Ting's other private affairs, outsiders like them should not be able to take care of them.

When the person in charge retreated, the empty main hall suddenly returned to dead silence.

In this silent atmosphere, the cigarette in Dong Ting's hand seemed to have finally burned out.

After crushing the remaining cigarette butts, Dong Ting closed his eyes and leaned on the cold throne. The inexplicable pain in his ribs recently made him lose his interest in going to the training ground to pass the time as usual.

After a long time, Dong Ting, who still had his eyes closed, sneered and spit out three words - "bad nature."

Even if he is now on the so-called throne, with a peaceful scene under his feet, it can't compare to the fact that he was born out of the atmosphere of the jungle.

Whether it's the deep wounds left on his chest, or his excessive vigilance that doesn't allow others to approach, they all tell how much his repressed instincts yearn for those bloody fighting and conquests.

For some reason, he has been trying to restrain himself for 200 years.However, when facing Fengzhu, who exuded a dangerous atmosphere even in his bones, he still became excited inappropriately after all.

Those unscrupulous and bloody confrontations, those dark muddlings, since then, have been revived and awakened in his heart inch by inch since then.

It's like a sad paradox.He is not interested in the ones that are not dangerous, and the more dangerous they are, the less he can touch them.

Restraint to the end, he still knowingly committed the crime after all.Just let that cunning wolf cub bite his heart.

That's why he hates a face that looks too good.

Obviously this little brat didn't do anything, but he was inexplicably turbulent.

But after all, it's just turmoil.

Dong Ting suppressed the increasingly violent emotions in his heart, opened his eyes and raised his hand to dial Dolores' communication.

"Tell them that it is forbidden to spread the matter of the god of death today."

"Prepare in advance. After half a month, I will go out."

After finishing speaking, Dong Ting hung up the communication directly, and then looked down at the image of Feng Zhu frozen in the void.

At this moment, his scarlet pupils were no longer violent and gloomy, but instead filled with a vaguely sinister taste.