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Feng Lin recalled that when he went to Fang Sheng's house for the first time, he saw the depths of Fang Sheng's eyes for a moment, with a hostility that did not match his personality.

Only now did Feng Lin realize that the hostility did not belong to Fang Sheng in the first place, and the inexplicable pity in his heart was not for Fang Sheng, but for himself.

At that time, the king was looking for the Huihun River with the almost broken sheep and sheep. In order to make the sheep and sheep reach the Huihun River alive, the king used his heart to protect the life of the sheep and sheep. On the sheep, there is an aura that belongs to the king.

The king's heart and blood are attached, and it is impossible for Huihun River to erase it. It is the power of the Great Wilderness, and it can only be reincarnated with this special.

No wonder...

It's no wonder that Fang Sheng, as a human being, can recognize the true nature of all monsters like the king of the Great Desolation. This ability should belong to the king alone.

"Feng Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Sheng's eyes turned red when he saw Feng Linhui for the first time. He usually has almost no emotional ups and downs, and he hides it very well.

"Master, what did you say to you?" Approaching Feng Lin, Fang Sheng raised his hand to touch Feng Lin's face, with a gentle yet worried tone.

Suddenly, Feng Lin hugged Fang Sheng tightly, as if lost and found again, grateful and grateful.

"It's you, that's great." Feng Lin's face rubbed against Fang Sheng's hair, and his arms became tighter and tighter.

Fang Sheng is a sheep, and after the sheep and sheep reincarnate, they become human beings, and they are Fang Sheng.

Fang Sheng was taken aback by the sudden movement, he quickly calmed down, hugged Feng Lin as well, smelled the pleasant smell on his body, and asked in a muffled voice: "What's the matter?"

He enjoys Feng Lin's embrace.

Mu Ze and Ying Long didn't know what happened. Seeing the two embrace, they exchanged glances and smiled at the same time.

"It's just that I miss you very much." Feng Lin kissed Fang Sheng's ear, which was unbelievably soft.

The tips of Fang Sheng's ears turned red, he felt uncomfortable holding onto Feng Lin with his hands, his heart beat fast like a drum, he was extremely shy, and yearned for Feng Lin at this moment.

Not long after, the gate of the Demon Alliance opened.

"Fang Sheng, you finally realized that you were wrong, and you are here to hand over the fragments."

At the gate of the Demon Union, a fifty-year-old man in Tang suit came out, followed by several burly bodyguards.

All humans, no demons.

Feng Lin let go of Fang Sheng, and looked up at the speaker.

Fang Sheng also looked over, he didn't know that person, seeing this battle, he should be in charge.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Gao Zhi, and I am the general manager of the Demon Federation."

Fang Sheng had heard Gao Zhi's name before. He was the highest person in charge of the headquarters of the Monster Alliance, that is, the leader of the Monster Alliance.

"I am very grateful for your contribution to the Demon Union. Just give me the fragments. I will take care of the rest." After Gao Zhi finished speaking, a bodyguard next to him stepped forward, stretched out his hand to Fang Sheng, and waited. Fang Sheng gave the fragments.

Fang Sheng leaned close to Feng Lin and asked softly, "What should I do?"

"Put away the pieces," Feng Lin guarded Fang Sheng behind him: "It belongs to you."

"Oh?" Gao Zhi saw the movements of the two of them clearly, and was not annoyed, just smiled: "It seems that you are not returning the pieces."

Feng Lin put one hand behind his back, glanced at Gao Zhi indifferently and asked: "What is the purpose of the Yaolian wanting fragments?"

"Naturally, it is to repair the seal and save the common people." Gao Zhi opened his hands with awe-inspiring righteousness: "Other than that, there is nothing else."

Feng Lin nodded and said: "Okay, I promise you as the lord of the Great Wilderness, I will bring back the monsters sealed in the sea to the Great Wilderness, and not cause any trouble to the world. How about giving the fragments to Fang Sheng?"

Gao Zhi restrained his smile and squinted his eyes. He looked at Feng Lin and didn't speak for a while.

Needless to say, it is not difficult to see from his aura that he disagrees.

If the fragments were really only used to repair the seal, how could there be a group of ghost masks appearing many years ago? Could it be possible to predict the future?

"Heh!" After a while, Gao Zhi laughed.

"You say that you are a king. What proof do you have? It is said that the king was born. The Great Wilderness gave the king's power and the king's sword. The king's power was scattered thousands of years ago. The king's sword should always be there, right?"

Feng Lin frowned, he still couldn't take out the complete Emperor Sword.

"Don't be rude!" Seeing this, Ying Long said dissatisfiedly: "How can the lord of the Great Wilderness deceive you, the king's sword is lost, and the Great Wilderness is chaotic, you can find it if you can find it!"

"Really?" Gao Zhi disdainfully said, "That's why I can't take it out. Sorry, for the sake of the common people in the world, I can't promise you hastily."

"The king's sword is in my hand." Feng Lin lowered his eyes and looked at his left hand. He used to be surprised by the two different powers in his body, but now it is clear that it is the power bestowed by Da Huang.

The fog sword is condensed, but it has not been able to transform the specific shape of the city, and the vague outline appears, which is not clear.

"Peaceful solution, the fragments will be given to Fang Sheng, and I will immediately leave the human world with the monsters." Feng Lin raised his eyes, his dark eyes were silent and indifferent.

"It's getting more and more outrageous. Your so-called king's sword is not as complete as the king's sword of Yaolian. You should know that only those who have the king's sword are qualified to be called the king of the Great Wilderness. If the king's sword is with me, don't you have to obey it?" With me?" Gao Zhi looked at the Wujian in Feng Lin's hand, his expression gradually ferocious.

The inevitable, the impatient oppression.

"Presumptuous!" The demonic energy in Ying Long's hands was condensed, and he was unreasonable to the king, how could he bear it.

"Ying Long." Feng Lin raised his hand to stop Ying Long's impulse.

Feng Lin's eyes stared at Gaozhi for a long time, the corners of his lips turned up, and the fog sword in his hand dissipated, he said: "That's right, the one who gets the king's sword is the king, if you can take out the king's sword, you can step on me corpse, to rule the wilderness."

Gao Zhi's eyes lit up obviously, he didn't even put on any pretense, and asked loudly, "You said that!"

"Yes," Feng Lin nodded unhurriedly, "I said so."

In order to protect the sheep back then, Feng Lin used the monster energy of the sheep and sheep to mix the power of the king into a key.

One is to protect the sheep and sheep, but it is also a certificate to find the sheep and sheep.

Thousands of years have passed, the key has been tossed and turned several times, spied on by outsiders, and scattered everywhere.

At first, when he heard that the power of the king can repair the seal, Feng Lin was not without doubts. There was no king who participated in the seal back then, so why can the power of the king repair it?

It's just that his memory was blank at that time, except for the name Feng Lin, he thought he was familiar with it, and he didn't know anything else, so it was difficult to ask questions.

Thinking about it now, it was just a conspiracy of the Demon Alliance.

Just like what Kong Jue said, righteousness and dignity are all excuses to cover up the filth behind it.

Using the power of the king to rule the wilderness is the real purpose.

How can humans rule demons?

Thousands of years ago, General Wuwang tried so hard to ask the king to rule the human world, but the king was unmoved.

Humans are human, and demons are demons. They are different races and have different laws of survival.

You can make friends, but you can't cross the line.

"Ying Long," Feng Lin straightened his back, and the black mist around his body said, "I'm sorry for the remaining fragments."

"Yes!" Ying Long responded, transformed into a dragon, and wanted to forcefully charge into the Demon Union.

Those bodyguards also reacted quickly, using magic weapons in their hands to stop Ying Long's advance.

Mu Ze also quickly joined the battle, and the two big monsters were in charge, and they were mere magic weapons, not worth seeing.

Soon more people rushed out of the Demon Union Building, and everyone fought together. The originally clear sky turned gray.

Feng Lin and Gao Zhi faced each other, standing in the field of dust and gravel, the two sides looked at each other, neither of them took the first step.

Fang Sheng stretched out his hand to Feng Lin, and squeezed the talisman tightly, as long as Gao Zhi moved a little, he would brush the line to protect Feng Lin.

"Fenglin, aren't you afraid?" Gao Zhi raised his voice and raised his chin slightly: "Aren't you afraid that I will really kill you and take the Great Wilderness away?"

"You dare to speak like that, it seems that you already know my identity," Feng Lin chuckled, "Stop gossiping, instead of fighting with me, you might as well take out your king sword and let me open my eyes."

"Okay," Gao Zhi didn't talk nonsense, raised his hand and half clenched his fist: "As you wish."

At the top of the Demon Union Building, a sword flew out through the window. The blade was slender and black, with golden inscriptions attached to it. It was unclear what the specific words were.

As soon as Fang Sheng saw the sword, he felt familiar. It was indeed similar to Fenglin's Wujian in appearance, but Fenglin's Wujian was too unstable.

"Feng Lin, is he really holding the king's sword?" Fang Sheng hid in Feng Lin and asked in a low voice, "Don't protect me too much, I can help."

"Fake," Feng Lin smiled, and moved a little closer to Fang Sheng, with an unusually pampering and gentle tone: "The king's sword is one with me, and it is only for me to use."

Fang Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes brightened, and he said happily: "Then he has no chance of winning?"

"Theoretically, he has it." Feng Lin looked at the sword in Gao Zhi's hand, the sword body was the same as the real king's sword, except that there was a fragment embedded in the hilt, with the power of the king attached to it.

The sword is fake, the power of the king is real.

It is not a nonsense dream to get all the power of the king and want to rule the wilderness.

"Fang Sheng, promise me, no matter what, protect yourself, I don't want you to get hurt again." Feng Lin raised the fog sword in his hand, blocking Gao Zhi's sudden first blow.

Again?

Before Fang Sheng could recall the meaning of this word, he saw Feng Lin flying up, fighting with Gao Zhi's sword, light and sword.

Fang Sheng hid behind a stop sign and wanted to help Feng Lin, but the aura between Feng Lin and Gao Zhi was so lethal that his talisman couldn't reach it at all.

The real and fake emperor's swords collided, and the black mist spread and submerged into Gaozhi's sword.

As high as laughing arrogantly, his eyes were full of greed: "Look, your evil spirit will be sucked away by my sword, and I am the king of the wilderness."

"Really?" Feng Lin squinted his eyes, and said in a calm and indifferent tone, "How do you know that it was your sword that attracted you, rather than me sending it on purpose?"

Gao Zhi lowered his head and saw the mist flowing along the sword body to the hilt, trying to sweep away the debris on it.

He retreated quickly, widening the distance between the two of them, waving the sword in his hand, and the surrounding vegetation withered immediately.

"Look, King Sword has already recognized me. I control life and death in this world. Feng Lin, since you died for a half-demon, you shouldn't come back. You are not qualified to be the king of the world!"

Clenching the sword in his hand, Gao Zhi rushed towards Fenglin again.

Feng Lin raised his hand to catch it, and the powerful power of the king forced him to retreat, his wrist was throbbing with pain, the sword almost missed.

"If you can't save the people you love, how can you save the common people? I am the ruler of the Great Wilderness, and the sheep and sheep are the subjects of the Great Wilderness. After all, this is the matter of the Great Wilderness. You are a human being, so you have no right to dictate."

The Wujian in Feng Lin's hand trembled non-stop, as if it was about to lose its hold.

"Oh, if you can't manage the Great Wilderness well, someone will stand up and take care of it. It's just that you haven't been able to get out of the Great Wilderness for thousands of years. Then only I, a human being, can help and control the Great Wilderness!" Gao Zhi exerted all his strength, his eyes full of murderous intent , I can't wait for Fenglin to die under its sword in the next second.

"Greedy." Like a sigh, Feng Lin staggered away Gao Zhi's sword, and soon, Gao Zhi attacked again in hot pursuit.

Fang Sheng was behind the stop sign, he could see clearly, he tried his best to get closer to Feng Lin, hoping to help him.

After crossing the stop sign, Fang Sheng quietly came to the place where the two were fighting.

"I am benevolent," Gao Zhi said with a ferocious face, forcing Fenglin: "Look at you, you don't look like a king. I just took a king's sword with fragments and was unable to fight back. Dahuang has abandoned me. You, Feng Lin, you should let go earlier, maybe I will be merciful and let you and Fang Sheng go to live a chic life!"

"Heh," the Wujian in Feng Lin's hand dissipated more and more, he looked at Gao Zhi with pity, and said slowly: "Do you know that the King Sword never..."

Before he finished speaking, the mist in Feng Lin's hand suddenly dissipated, and the blade of the fake sword that had been blocking it was about to sink into his chest following inertia.

Gao Zhi was overjoyed, Wu Guang's face was distorted because of being too excited, he seemed to see himself stepping on Feng Lin's corpse, ascending to the throne of the Great Desolate Monarch, ordering the group of monsters to descend into the world with might.

The blade sank into his body, and blood sprayed Gao Zhi's face.

"Fang Sheng?" Gao Zhi looked at Fang Sheng who suddenly appeared in front of him, and immediately felt displeasure in his heart. He frowned, drew back his sword, and watched the blood on Fang Sheng's chest wet his entire clothes.

Feng Lin's eyes widened, he didn't see how Fang Sheng came over at all, he was only thinking about dealing with Gao Zhi, and at the last second, Fang Sheng suddenly appeared.

"Feng... Lin." Fang Sheng instantly collapsed into Feng Lin's arms, his breath was weak, and his blood-stained hand slowly raised up to caress Feng Lin's cheek: "You are the monarch of the wilderness, why are you still so capable? Unstable?"

He smiled, his eyes were full of tenderness and worry, and what he said was like a usual joke.

The sheep and sheep were not protected a thousand years ago, and Fang Sheng was not protected a thousand years later.

Feng Lin trembled with his hands, his eyes were scarlet, the pain in his heart seemed to spread here through thousands of years ago, it was piercing, even more uncomfortable than Ling Chi.

"Fang Sheng, Fang Sheng..." Feng Lin looked at Fang Sheng helplessly and in fear, only facing him, Feng Lin was always so helpless, it was like this last time, and it was again this time.

"You are the king of the Great Wilderness, you can't cry." Fang Sheng coughed up blood, his hands gradually weakened: "Feng Lin, don't forget, you said that you will take me back to the Great Wilderness, I will wait for you."

"I will take you back to the Great Wilderness, I will definitely, Fang Sheng, Fang Sheng?" Feng Lin watched as Fang Sheng gradually closed his eyes, his hand reached Fang Sheng's neck, and he lost his pulse.

Seeing that Fang Sheng was dead, Gao Zhi pointed his sword at Feng Lin, and said with a sneer, "It's not your fault, he's dead again, Feng Lin, if you bow down to me now, I can still give you a chance to bury him."

With trembling hands, Feng Lin slowly picked out the necklace and pendant around Fang Sheng's neck, which were fragments of the king's power.

As high as seeing the fragments, the eyes suddenly brightened several times.

"Give it to me!"

"The Great Wilderness has always been inseparable from the human world, and there is no wrongdoing. Sealing for a thousand years is the best punishment. Why are you greedy and want the entire Great Wilderness of this king?"

Feng Lin gripped the shards tightly, he exerted a little force, and the shards in his palm shattered.

"What are you doing!" Gao Zhi was anxious: "The power of the king spreads, you want to attract a group of monsters to compete, and you want to destroy our human world?!"

"If it is really destroyed, it's not that you asked for it." Feng Lin raised his eyes, his black pupils were more gloomy than ever before.

Gao Zhi took a step back involuntarily, and soon, he gritted his teeth and pushed towards Fenglin again: "If you kill you, I will be the king! I can command all the monsters in the wilderness!"

Roaring, the sword in Gaozhi's hand stabbed fiercely at Fenglin.

Feng Lin hugged Fang Sheng in his arms, without any unnecessary movements, he broke free from the fragments of King's Power, turned into a barrier, protected Feng Lin, and blocked Gao Zhi's blow.

Gao Zhi was the most ordinary human being, he couldn't see the golden demonic aura, he just felt that he was intercepted by something out of thin air.

"Who?" Gao Zhi looked around vigilantly: "Who is it?"

The golden evil spirit slowly sinks into your body, and the original black mist slowly melts into a long robe. At the end of the clothes, there are some irregular golden lights, like golden ink that was accidentally sprinkled on it.

The power of the king returned to the king, and Wan Yao felt the breath of the king, instinctively urging them to rush forward to worship.

"Don't waste your energy." Gently put down Xia Sheng, Feng Lin stood up, his long hair was decorated with a dark blue hairband on the back of his head, his tone was deep and majestic, making people feel like kneeling involuntarily impulse.

"The king's sword..."

"Go to hell!" Gao Zhi was so angry that he trembled, holding a sword in his hand, and stabbing Feng Lin fiercely.

Feng Lin raised his hand, easily grasped Gao Zhi's sword, and continued what he had just said: "The king's sword will never hurt the master."

Surprised, his eyes shifted to the blade of the sword, Feng Lin squeezed his sword hard, and also crushed his hand holding the hilt.

"Ah!!!!" Gao Zhi fell to the ground, holding his hand and screaming, no one cared about him.

Many monsters nearby felt the aura of the king, and they came to kneel down one after another, but Feng Lin didn't seem to notice, holding the last fragment in his hand, he turned around and approached Fang Sheng.

He hugged Fang Sheng, bitterly and sadly: "The completed key was originally a gift from me. I originally wanted to let you dispose of it. Unfortunately, I took back most of the power and couldn't get it out."

"I have washed away your identity as a half-demon, why are you still so stupid? I once wanted you to live a peaceful life, but in the end, it was me again who dragged you back into panic."

"Fang Sheng, Huihunhe refuses to trade with me again, what should I do?" Holding Fang Sheng tightly, Feng Lin's voice trembled and mourned: "I can't even protect you, what kind of king am I?"

"The King of the Great Desolation." Fang Sheng said suddenly while curled up, he slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the shocked Feng Lin with a smile: "It's not what you said, the king's sword doesn't hurt the master."

Feng Lin forgot that there is a part of a king in Fang Sheng.

Seeing his blood staining his clothes, Feng Lin's heart was in a mess, there was no time to think about it.

Moving his lips, Feng Lin smiled through his tears, and hugged Fang Sheng tightly: "Let's go back to the wilderness, I will never lose you again."

☆、Chapter 41

When Fang Sheng was injured by the fake Emperor Sword and passed out, he had a dream.

He dreamed that he had become another person, and in the dream, he saw Feng Lin.

"Little lamb, do you like this place?" It was Feng Lin's voice, softer than ever.

They lay in the green grass dotted with fireflies. The little fireflies floated in front of them like stars, and they could hear the tinkling of the clear spring water in their ears.

The little lamb covered his eyes with his hands, and opened them again. Through his fingers, he bent his eyes to look at the overlapping parts of fireflies and stars.

"Your Majesty," the little lamb sat up with a grunt, and arched directly into the arms of the king, sticking out a small head, a pair of eyes bright as stars, more beautiful than the fireflies all over the sky: "What's your name? "

The king turned his head slightly, put one hand on the lamb's head, and gently stroked his soft hair. There was a three-point smile and seven-point tenderness in the upturned eyes.

"The Great Wilderness established me as the king, and at the same time as giving me the king's sword, he also gave me my name, which is irrefutable."

"Undeniable." The little lamb took down the big hand on his head, and tasted the name with the king's fingers.

"Not good." Savoring it several times, the little lamb curled his lips and shook his head, then raised his head to look at his king: "No refutation is not good, it's cold and lonely, it's not like you at all."

"Really?" The king smiled lightly, loosened his hand, and let the little lamb play: "What name do you think is suitable?"

"Can it be changed?" The little lamb's eyes widened, his jet-black pupils brightened quite a bit, he was looking forward to and eager to try, and he didn't hide it at all.

In front of the king, his transparency makes people worry.

"Of course." Passing his fingers, the king held the little lamb's wrist, gently rubbing the skin between the wrists with his fingertips: "I am the king of the wilderness."

"Then..." Lying back in the king's arms, the little lamb felt the gentle touch between his wrists, pointed to the stars in the sky and said, "The stars are like you, so they are called stars."

After a pause, he added: "The moon is also like you, and there are night sky, and fireflies, and the grass is also like you, and there are spring water."

The king lowered his eyes slightly, and saw that the little lamb was biting his lower lip with a puffy face, and a slight arc between his brows, and he was distressed.

"Can't choose?" The king pointed his index finger between the little lamb's eyebrows to soothe his worries: "Choose one at will. I like whatever you choose."

"How can that be done!" The little lamb turned over, propped his arms, and looked at the king with a puffy face.

The night wind blew gently, bringing up the tip of the little lamb's hair, he paused suddenly, and then smiled: "Those in front are not good, you are the king of the wilderness, those stars, flowers and grass, can't last forever , These are not as good as you."

"You are like the wind," the little lamb stretched out his hand to grab the air, and then slowly spread his hand: "You are gentle, and..."

Not real.

The little lamb didn't say the following words. He looked at his empty palm, lowered his brows and eyes, and hid bitterness in his smile: "The wilderness is everywhere, and it will never be bound."

The king couldn't see that he was a little unhappy. His slender fingers brushed the little lamb's long hair, and his voice was soft and low, echoing the tinkle of the spring water in the distance. It was full of texture: "There is always a place where the wind can't reach it."

With a wave of the king's long sleeves, a translucent barrier was immediately erected around the two of them, blocking the night wind without a single gap.

"No." The little lamb stood up, knelt and crawled to the king, put his palm on his chest, and moved close to the king's ear.

"Whoo~"

The warm breath of the little lamb blew into the king's ears, stirring up ripples layer after layer.

"Look, there will be wind in this way." The little lamb shrank back and lay on the king, with his chin in his hand and his eyes full of joy: "I like the wind, and I like the king. I hope that the king, like the wind, can be there all the time by my side."

The king lay on the soft grass, letting the little lamb do whatever he wanted. His dark eyes were as calm as the deep sea, and as if they were passionate, hiding thousands of words.

The little lamb observed the king from such a close distance, and was stunned.

"The King..." He muttered to himself, stepped forward involuntarily, his fingers trembling lightly across the cold corners of the King's lips, he lowered his body, approached the King, felt the King's gentle breathing, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down involuntarily.

Pursing his lips, the little lamb breathed more and more quickly. He quietly glanced at the king's reaction. The king treated him as calm and gentle as ever.

His heavy eyes are like the night sky, which can contain everything, and nothing can disturb his mind.

Gritting his teeth hard, the little lamb turned over and lay down on the grass next to the king, with his arms resting on his forehead, covering his eyebrows and eyes.

"How is Fenglin?" The little lamb concealed his unsteady breathing: "Do you like it?"

He didn't dare to look into the king's eyes, the action just now was enough for the king to kill him hundreds of times.

"You gave it, of course I like it."

A slight rustling sound came from the little lamb's ears, almost inaudible.

"Sheep." The king called him, and gently took off his arm covering his forehead, and imprisoned it by his ear.

Black robes covered the bodies of the two of them, and the king's long hair hung down on the lamb's neck, itching slightly.

The little lamb opened its eyes, and was facing the tender and affectionate eyes of the king.

"From now on, I will be your Fenglin." The king pressed the lamb, he moved cautiously, and even kissed, he strongly restrained himself, for fear that he would hurt his lamb in the slightest.

The little lamb froze his reaction. He looked at the king's distinct eyelashes and forgot to breathe.

Suddenly, the king smiled, his voice soft and hoarse.

"Close your eyes." The king gently coaxed the little lamb, stroking his cheek with his palm, restraining the evil spirit in his body, breathing lingeringly, and blending his lips and teeth.

The little lamb grasped the king's skirt tightly and pulled out a wrinkle. He held it tightly, for fear that if he let go, his wind would really disappear like the wind.

"Fenglin..." With the king's lips in his mouth, the little lamb's eyes were dyed a light pink, and tears welled up again. He hooked the king's neck and murmured: "I want to be with you forever, every moment Every moment, it’s impossible to leave at all.”

"it is good."

The black robe supported his sheep, and the surrounding barriers were scattered, and fireflies gathered from all directions, and the soft light spread from high places, spinning and falling, forming a natural veil.

The king wiped away the little lamb's tears with his fingers, kissed his delicate neck, leaving shallow marks, and said in a hoarse voice, "The wind will respond to you."

Fang Sheng is not sure whether this is a spring...

It's just that the dream was too real, like a memory buried in the depths, bursting and waking up.

In the dream, Feng Lin was no longer wearing black mist, but a long robe, which was exactly the same as Fang Sheng saw Feng Lin's attire when he woke up.

Even the irregular dots of gold at the end of the clothes are exactly the same.

Feng Lin crushed the last fragments, the power of the king was restored, and those wishful thinking would never have another chance.

The demon alliance was cleaned up, all the people under it were cleaned up, and they were very busy.

Because of the return of the king of the Great Wilderness, thousands of monsters came to bow down. The Great Wilderness, which was originally a chaotic place, was all brought together in one heart because of the return of the King.

As for the monsters that are sealed under the sea, Fenglin doesn't care if the seal is not broken, the main thing now is to take care of Fang Sheng.

Fang Sheng recovered from his wounds at his own home. Although the king's sword did not hurt its owner, the sword itself was fake, and the blade could still cause some damage to Fang Sheng.

About that dream, Fang Sheng talked to Feng Lin several times, but he didn't know how to speak.

I had a beautiful dream, but it turned out that my soul pierced my rival in love. This matter...is too uncomfortable.

"What do you want to eat today?" Feng Lin was wearing Fang Sheng's apron, which was a little too small. He stood at the door of the bedroom with a shovel in his hand and asked Fang Sheng, "Lotus root, or yam?"

Fang Sheng was terrified, the Lord of the Great Wilderness was cooking for him.

"Anything is fine," Fang Sheng said, "I like whatever you do."

"Yeah," Feng Lin nodded, "I understand, you want it all."

Fang Sheng: "..." He really didn't mean that.

From that day on, Fenglin went back and forth between Dahuang and the human world every day, no matter how busy he was, he had to cook for Fang Sheng himself.

There are too many things to deal with in Dahuang. There has been chaos there for 1000 years, and there are so many messes that I dare not think about.

Even so, when Ying Long said that the king went to cook for his wife, the monsters immediately squatted obediently, waiting for the king to come back with love bubbles in their eyes.

Occasionally, Ying Long would tell the little demons who were born later about the king and his wife, and the little demons were very moved.

When Yangyang was here before, no one called Yangyang his wife. At that time, Yangyang didn't even have a specific name, that is, Yinglong dared to call her that.

In the past, Ying Long was the king's little fanboy, but now that he has grown up, he has the right to speak, and the whole Great Wilderness shouted after his wife was handed over.

Fang Sheng was recuperating at home, unaware that his deeds had spread in the Great Wilderness, rewritten and derived several versions, he was a celebrity in the Great Wilderness, and the wife of the king.

"Fenglin," Fang Sheng asked at the dinner table, drinking yam pork rib soup, "what are the golden lines on the king's sword?"

That day Fang Sheng saw Feng Lin take out the intact King Sword and ordered Wan Yao to return to the Great Wilderness.

The body of the Sovereign Sword is pitch black, with golden lines drawn in the middle, not like patterns, but like ancient characters.

"What do you mean?" Feng Lin's power has recovered, it's no longer like before, the Monarch Sword can only be a weak fog sword, and the cooling CD is still very long, now, you can take it out at any time.

"Bang Dang", the King's Sword was placed on the dining table, Feng Lin pointed to the golden lines on the sword and said, "Look carefully."

Fang Sheng drank the soup and walked in to take a closer look.

I didn't understand the texture, but I felt that Fenglin's cooking skills were getting better and better. He could always learn the recipes he had read, and the dishes he made were also very delicious.

"I can't see it," Fang Sheng shook his head, looked away, pursed his lips and said, "tell me the story."

"It's a word, it says 'May you be safe'," Feng Lin picked up the bowl, looked at Fang Sheng and said, "You wrote it."

Fang Sheng just took a piece of yam in his mouth and almost bit his tongue.

"Who wrote it?" Swallowing the yam, Fang Sheng supported the table with his hands, and couldn't help but move forward.

"Well, you wrote it," Feng Lin smiled, put down the soup bowl lightly, and continued: "At that time, I just taught you how to write, and you asked for these four characters, and copied them on the sword."

Then, Feng Lin transformed into his robe again, grabbed the end and handed it to Fang Sheng, saying, "This one is also left behind by your hand full of ink and falling beside me."

Fang Sheng stared blankly at Feng Lin, unable to react at all: "What are you talking about? I, I was brought up by Master when I was young, I remember it all."

"Oh," Feng Lin said after putting away the robe and the king's sword, "I forgot to tell you, I'm not talking about this life, but the previous life."

At noon, Fang Sheng held his chopsticks like this, maintained a posture, and listened to Feng Linfeng's nonchalant explanation that he was the half-demon boy.

Fang Sheng was so shocked that he couldn't think in his brain, but Feng Lin told the story lightly while eating.

Fang Sheng sat at the dining table, unable to relax for a long time.

So, for such a long time, he has been jealous of himself?Have been competing with yourself?

I rob my boyfriend?

No wonder, that dream was so real, it was the memory of his previous life.

Fang Sheng told Feng Lin about his dream, and after Feng Lin listened, he told Dang Sheng what it was, where it was located in the wilderness, and what they did there after that.

Fang Sheng was curious and happy to hear it, and the two of them went to lie down under the quilt while talking.

Da Huang was telling stories to the demons, and Ying Long, who was procrastinating for time, was in pain.

Your Majesty, cook some dishes, it's been all afternoon, why haven't you come back...

☆、Chapter 42

It took Fang Sheng a long time to accept that he was a sheep and sheep in his previous life.

Happiness is naturally happiness, but at the same time, it also brings regrets. If nothing happened to him back then, he and Feng Lin wouldn't have to miss thousands of years like this.

Fang Sheng's injury is almost healed, Feng Lin is relieved, and concentrates on dealing with the affairs of the Great Wilderness. In the past few days, I heard that Feng Lin led the Wan Yao to re-plan the Great Wilderness.

The Yaolian has supported a newcomer to the position. He is a young guy. Fang Sheng has met him once, and he is full of vigor and energy, and he is also very curious about Yao.

Originally, the meaning of Yaolian was to let Fang Sheng manage it, and there were many voices of support and opposition.

Some people think that Fang Sheng has the ability of a king in his body, so he can be regarded as a monster, and the leader of human beings is a monster, which is outrageous.

Fang Sheng happened to be too lazy to tangle with them, so he directly said that he resigned and would not participate in the matter of the Yaolian.

He is still waiting to follow the wind to swim in the wilderness, how can he have time to take care of the Yaolian, if he begs him to take care of it, he is not uncommon!

Director Jiang contacted Fang Sheng, and the two of them chatted awkwardly, and couldn't hold back a useful sentence for a minute. Fang Sheng understood what he meant. Before, Director Jiang also worked for his superiors. Director Jiang didn't know, no wonder he.

Sitting on a big rock by the sea, Fang Sheng looked at the traces of evil spirits on the seabed, thinking about the past two months.

Time flies so fast, it feels like it was yesterday that I met Feng Lin for the first time, Fang Sheng was playing with stones in his hand, blowing the sea breeze, thinking of Feng Lin's vigilant yet pretending calm appearance when he just woke up, he couldn't help but bow his head smile.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and it was Director Jiang who called, saying that the follow-up of his resignation was done, and he was asked to go to Yaolian.

The building of Yaolian was repaired, and everyone moved back.

Fang Sheng from the Demon Union Building has been here twice.

The first time is onboarding.

The second time is resignation.

The Union of Demons is no different than in the past. Many people have been replaced. Everyone is a clean human being with a pure aura. There are no demons in the whole building, not a single one.

After receiving the things and coming out of the personnel affairs, Fang Sheng thought about it, and went upstairs to say hello to Director Jiang.

"Dong dong dong." The door was ajar, Fang Sheng knocked, and the door opened.

Director Jiang buried his head behind the computer, his face was so eager to stick to the screen that his eyes were about to pop out.

"Director Jiang," Fang Sheng greeted softly at the door, "I'm here to go through the formalities."

When Director Jiang heard this, he looked up and saw that it was Fang Sheng, stood up with a swipe, quickly greeted Fang Sheng, fixed his eyes on the display screen and said, "Come on, you came just in time, look at this, is it Master Fang Chen? "

Speaking of which, Fang Sheng still had a lot of questions to ask his master when he said goodbye to the headquarters of the Monster Alliance last time, and now he can't get in touch again.

Fang Sheng walked over and stood next to Director Jiang. His eyes moved to the computer, which was the monitoring screen.

On the screen, the light is very dim, and the location shows the western suburbs.

Looking at the time in the upper right corner, it was two months ago, the day before Fang Sheng joined the job.

In the not so clear picture, flying insects flew by, and then, an old man in white clothes and black trousers appeared.

Leaning on a crutch, the old man tapped on the ground, paused for a few seconds, then raised the crutch and tapped again.

In the screen, it's just the back view.

But a back view is enough, Fang Sheng can tell at a glance that it is Master Fang Chen.

Fang Sheng was about to say yes, but just as he took a breath, the picture suddenly shook, the ground cracked and the vegetation withered, Master Fang Chen quickly jumped out of the camera, and then there was another person in the picture.

It was Feng Lin, whose body was covered in black mist, and whose eyes were full of doubts.

Feng Lin raised his head to look at the monitor. Although it was monitored two months ago, Feng Lin's eyes seemed to be face to face with him at this moment, which made people feel hairy.

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