Chapter 57: I am the great demon king (1)

Shi Qing was walking on the street holding the cat. He was very handsome. He was wearing a small black cape, the type that just fell to his ankle, with beautiful flowers embroidered on it, which floated as the owner moved.
When he reached a shop window, he stopped and looked at himself printed on the glass.
It's early autumn. Pedestrians in the past were wearing coats, jeans, and jeans.
But no one looks like Shi Qing, dressed like a filmmaker.
But they couldn't see him either, no one jumped out to take a picture or something.
Shi Qingding looked at the window: [System, tell me, what's the difference between the vacation world and the mission world? 】
[Of course there is a difference. 】 The system came up: [The host didn't find out, is your appearance in this world the same as your original appearance? 】
Shi Qing found that the face on the glass was exactly what he was.
The figure is slender and handsome, and there is always a grace in his eyebrows.
It's just not short hair. Long black hair is by a jade crown. The rest is scattered and approved, which makes this face a little more enchanting.
He raised his hand and looked at himself in the glass. His long fingers slowly landed on his cheeks, and the demon king printed in the glass slightly raised his lips.
Even more evil.
The system carefully reminds Shi Qing: [Host, vacation world, do n’t care about people, you do n’t have to make yourself look like a bad guy. 】
Shi Qing raised her eyebrows, and just smiled and crooked her head: [Who told you, I'm not a bad guy? 】
system:【……】
He slowly and slowly dropped his hand, and touched the cat in his arms: [OK, what's going on in this world. 】
system:……
I always feel that the host seems to be the devil itself.
It trembled to begin transmitting memories.
Because this world is a vacation world, there is no plot content, but there are more important character profiles.
For example, Shi Qing, he is the great demon king. He is cold-blooded and ruthless. The greatest pleasure is to take away the things that people value most and then watch them collapse and despair.
His favorite thing to do is to destroy all feelings.
Friendship, love, affection.
What he least sees is happiness, and what he likes most is to destroy that happiness.
For example, before the man who pushed his own mother downstairs, the devil was jealous of his mother's love for him, so he tempted him to use his mother for a little bit.
The demon king also has an opponent. His birth was mainly due to too many evil thoughts and negative energies in this world, so he appeared.
But as long as the devil is willing, he can live forever, so no one can really deal with him.
Although he called the devil such a Western name, it is still here in the east, and his opponent is not called the devil, he is called the devil.
The setting here is a bit similar to a hodgepodge, there is a land government, there are monks, and the devil's opponent is the monks.
The land government can't beat him, and can't care about him.
The monks actually have no place to fight, but the reason why they say they are the opposite of the devil is because their philosophy is to save the blessed person. This blessed person naturally also includes the victim who was tempted by the devil to lose everything.
The devil was too lazy to care about them. He was addicted to the destruction of various homes, and waited until he found that ordinary humans were not fun, and his thoughts suddenly turned to the monks.
Think about it, if you can entice a priest who is pure in heart and devoted to the Tao, then it should be fun.
The system is done transmitting, and said carefully: "Host, this is your identity, how do you feel? 】
Shi Qing opened her eyes, the red underside of her eyes flashed, and she blinked gently: [Good, good. 】
[In other words, am I going to seduce the monks? 】
System: [Do n’t use it, host, this is the vacation world, you do n’t have to follow people's settings. 】
Shi Qing: [But do n’t you think it ’s fun to seduce a monk? 】
system:【……】
Shi Qing: [Think about it, a lunatic monk was seduced by me, and slowly fell, alas. 】
system:【……】
Shi Qing: [I ca n’t wait any longer, just go and tell me who the monk is. 】
The system was full of data question marks, and passed carefully.
The monk, Meng Qing.
The orphan was born and was thrown under a mountain gate. He was picked up by his master and became a priest.
It may be because of the relationship that grew up in Daomen that Meng Qing devoted himself to the Dao, and he did not look at the fame and glory. He devoted himself to studying the Dharma. From a young age, he never touched the girl's hand.
He is twenty years old this time, but he can even blush even when he hears others discussing bed. He is even more ancient than the ancients.
Before, it was also he who had been working hard to help those who had been lured by the devil.
Shi Qing finished reading, raising her eyebrows slightly: "Does he look good? 】
System: [Good-looking is good-looking ...]
Shi Qing: [It looks good. 】
system:【? ? ? Eh?诶 Host, where are you going? 】
The devil is a collection of various grudges in this world. As long as there are grudges, he can go up.
Resentment is a resentment if you do n’t have enough to eat, and resentment if you do n’t sleep well, even if you have a cold.
Rather than saying that he can teleport wherever there is grievance, it is better to say that he can come wherever there is someone.
There are so many Taoist priests of all sizes in the halal view, of course it is impossible to have no resentment.
The devil's shoes gently fell in front of the halal gate.
The little priests are sweeping, and there are some ordinary people walking around.
Shi Qing closed her eyes, and the scene in front of her was no longer a group of people walking around, but a stream of smoke wafting.
The special skills of the devil can see one's own energy.
This skill is more convenient for him to seduce.
Among the many smokes of gray, green, and even black, a ray of white smoke was mixed in it. The huge view of halal, only one of him was completely white, which made Shiqing see a little pitiful feeling.
Shi Qing just lifted the corner of her mouth and raised her eyes with her eyes closed.
When I opened it again, I was already in front of a room.
He took a breath and the door slowly opened without a sound.
The devil landed silently and walked in slowly.
Behind him, the door slowly closed again.
When he walked to the bed, he could see a young man sleeping on the bed. He closed his eyes, his face was red, apparently in the early autumn, but his forehead had fine, fine sweat beads, and his lips were slightly uncomfortable, his eyebrows were slightly uncomfortable. Also wrinkled.
"I'm sick."
The Devil opened his mouth, his voice was low, a little hoarse, with a charm that could not be said.
The young man on the bed didn't hear him, and still frowned slightly, uncomfortably fighting the disease in his sleep.
Shi Qing slowly reached out her hand and landed on Meng Qing's forehead.
In just a few seconds of work, the young Taoist Master's originally locked eyebrows stretched out, and his uncomfortable expression turned to tranquility, and his breathing became deep and even.
Shi Qing laughed, and deliberately got close to the long ear, his lips fell aside, and across the air, murmured approximately:
"I'll help you get back to health. You need to change things."
The young man in his sleep suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of eyes that seemed a little round because of the widening opened his eyes and met the Devil.
Seeing him awake, the Devil smiled even sweeter, and slowly approached the young man who was as white as a jade, face to face with his eyes.
He opened his lips slightly and shouted in a long tone: "Little Taoist ..."
"You're awake."
Meng Qing: "!!!"
Face-to-face with this face that can be said to be perfect to be completely flawless, the young and long face almost turned red at the speed visible to the naked eye, even with a hint of light red on the neck.
He finally reacted, and blushed briskly, got up and hid, and shrank into the corner of the bed. His expression on his face was blank and helpless, and looked pitiful.
"You you you, who are you!"
Seeing that he was nervous enough to stutter, but still trying to maintain the shocked Taoist leader, Shi Qing became even more nasty. He went straight to bed, approaching the young Taoist in the corner who could not wait to shrink himself 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, and she had a long face that made people look horrible, and her face was inexplicably red again.
He hugged his knees, squeezed into the corner again, lowered his eyes quickly, endured the throbbing heartbeat, trying to calm himself.
The young Taoist exhaled deeply, and did not dare to look at the face again, so he replied with his eyes down: "The good faith joked, the poor Tao has never seen you, how could he want to find you."
"Can't you find it before?"
Shi Qing didn't care about the other's rigid avoidance. He got closer. He sniffed slightly, and suddenly came out:
"You smell so good."
"Little priest, aren't you a man? How can it be more fragrant than some girls."
"me……"
Meng Qing's face became even redder. He grew up in Shanmen, and has always maintained etiquette with others. Wherever he meets Shi Qing, he is said to be fragrant. Now he just doesn't know what to say.
After lingering for a long time, only one sentence came out:
"The soap used by the poor and the brothers is a brand. If the good faith likes it, the poor can tell you the name."
"I'm not saying this."
Shi Qing laughed. He slowly held Meng Qing's hand, and felt that the priest suddenly trembled and leaned forward, leaning on the cheek of the young Tao who was so nervous that he kept blinking. Smell up and down gently:
"Your incense comes from your soul."
"They don't."
The young Taoist chief wanted to pull his hands back hard, but I don't know why, obviously he is regarded as a higher Daoist among his peers, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull back his hand held in Shiqing's hands.
He could only blush, feeling the strange man holding his hand firmly, as if blushing.
The young Taoist said: "Good faith, please let go."
"Just let it go."
Shi Qing shook his hands and dropped these fair-skinned, tainted hands on countless channels:
"Little priest, what do you feel?"
Meng Qing's nervous heartbeat, which has never been so close to people, is about to come out.
Where did he want to feel anything, he kept pulling his hand: "Good faith, please let go, this is ill manners."
"You won't let go, I'll call someone ..."
The young Taoist's voice came to an abrupt end, and he looked at Shi Qing, who was smiling and groaning to himself, and hesitated and pressed his hand on the other's placket.
"You ... you have no heartbeat!"
Meng Qing withdrew her hand as if she had been scalded, and her eyes were awake. He quickly turned over, reached the pillow, and found a spell from the inside.
The embarrassed expression on his face turned sharp, his eyebrows frowned fiercely, and the spell was facing Qing Shiqing, watching him vigilantly:
"Monster! How dare you break into the halal!"
The expression on Shiqing's face was not scared at all, and she even lay down slowly, holding her hair in her right hand, and a really wicked face full of laughter:
"Is it a monster without a heartbeat?"
"Little priest, your master hasn't taught you, isn't there just a demon without heartbeat?"
At this moment, Meng Qing was not as weak and bullied as before, and after confirming that the big beauty in front of him was a demon, he immediately found an explanation in his heart for his reaction.
The demon will generally deceive people. He just blushed and heartbeat, he must have been deceived!
That's right! That's it!
The face of the young Taoist ruyu's face became more determined, and his words were very hard-hearted:
"Here is the concept of halalism, not a place where you can be presumptuous! If you don't leave again, you will be polite!"
"Okay."
Shi Qing looked quite expectant, prolonged his tone, and slowly lay on Meng Qing's bed, with his head resting on his pillow, as if it were his own territory.
"Come on, you're welcome to me and I'll see."
"you!"
Meng Qing was not that no one followed the other brothers down the mountain to catch those demon monsters who were in chaos, but there are so many demon, that none of them are like Shi Qing, and they are not afraid of their halal view.
He was both annoyed and inexplicably thought to be underestimated, and reached out his hand to hit the spell in his hand.
But the spell fell in front of Shi Qing, but he reached out to catch it.
The power can be regarded as a very large charm floating in the palm of the devil, just like a kitten.
Meng Qing: "..."
This is impossible. This is the best spell he has ever drawn.
"Little priest, do you have any other tricks? I would have gone to bed without me."
Meng Qing was even more powerful by the demon king's low-sounding tone.
He gritted his teeth: "You wait!"
After that, he turned and ran to the box where he had put a spell, and found the one that Master gave him. He was a bit reluctant to touch it. Then he picked up the wooden sword he was hanging on the wall. They used the spell together on the yawning monster on the bed.
The spell fell quietly again, and its effectiveness was not shown.
"how is this possible……"
I have seen a lot of powerful spells from a young age, and the expression of the young Taoist stunned, and I couldn't believe it when I was playing with the spell I drew.
"I told you all, I'm not a demon, and you treat me with things that deal with demon, and it's strange to be useful."
Shi Qing turned over, and Meng Qing leaned closer. Her eyes were full of charm, and her white fingertips pointed at him, slightly ticking.
"Come up and come and accompany me for a while."
How could a priest sleep with a demon.
Meng Qing hesitated to look at the devil on the bed, took a step back, and then turned and ran.

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He bumped into an invisible enchantment, it didn't hurt, but he was very resilient and he was just bounced back.
As soon as the person fell on the bed, he was immediately hugged by Shi Qing from behind, and took him into a comfortable quilt.
The young Taoist felt the hot temperature behind him, his face turned redder. He tried desperately to fight away, but somehow, the monster behind him just waved gently, and an invisible force entangled in his body. No matter how hard you can't get rid of it.
"Monster! Let me go! Here is the concept of halal. If you dare to attack me, my master will not let you go!"
"Your Master? Is that beard with a big courage and a courage smaller than a mouse?"
Meng Qing struggled even harder: "You are not allowed to discredit my Master. My Master is profound and you are good at halalism. He found that it must kill you!"
"Your master won't kill me and won't kill me."
Shi Qing gently touched the long ear of this trail, lowering his voice and whispering softly:
"And he can't kill me."
"Little priest, didn't you just run after me? Now I'm here, why are you hiding?"
Maybe it was because he was talking in his own ear, even if he didn't touch it, the breath sprayed over made people feel uncomfortable, and Young Dao's face turned redder:
"When did the poor track chase you and run away!"
"do not have it?"
Shi Qing slowly let go of Meng Qing's strength.
As soon as Meng Qing was happy, she was about to get up quickly, but found that she was clearly conscious, but could not move at all, and could only lie in bed in the original posture.
He felt that his body had been moved over, from back to Shi Qing, and turned to lie on his back on the bed, the look of how the demon monster was smiling.
The monster stretched out his hand, just like any fun thing, his white fingertips gently pressed against his chin:
"You forgot? How many good things have you ruined me for? It's like the last time, that human being was willing to use his conscience for the chance of winning the lottery. If you didn't block it, this deal has already been made."
Shi Qing looked at the young Taoist with his pupils tightening sharply after hearing himself speaking, smiling even more happily:
"What? Remember?"
Meng Qing stared at Shi Qing: "It's you! You're the devil!"
"Don't always take a bite of a monster and be rude."
Shi Qing slowly lay on the long sleeve of the Youth Road, relying on him not to move, pinching the tip of his nose.
"Call me Shiqing, or Lord Devil, follow you."
Meng Qing: "Devil!"
"So shy."
Lord Devil was not angry, but slowly climbed to it, lowering his body slightly, looking at the young man's long red lips, a flash of red light in his eyes.
"I heard that you grew up in a halal perspective and haven't met outsiders, that is to say, you are here ..."
Under Meng Qing's nervous gaze, he tapped his chin with his fingers: "I was the first one to touch?"
Shi Qing proposed very friendly:
"Little priest, have you ever been kissed? I'd better help you and let you feel what it feels like."
He said, smirking slowly.
The demon king slowed down the action deliberately, letting his face press toward Meng Qing.
It's close.
Closer.
The last centimeter can be touched with a little movement.
"Shiqing!"
The young Taoist finally shouted the name, and after watching the Devil slowly smile from his body with a proud smile, he later realized that he actually compromised with a demon head, and the annoyance in his eyes was even heavier. Already.
He closed his eyes tightly and decided not to be fooled again, so he closed his eyes and said firmly:
"If you want to kill or ask, please, even if I die under your hand, my master will definitely help me get revenge!"
After that, he started muttering the Tao Te Ching.
"What kills you, you chased me for so long, don't you know I never killed anyone?"
Shi Qing turned over and lay beside Meng Qing: "You don't know yet, the man came to me again. This time, he changed his voice."
Meng Qing's chanting voice was disturbed.
Shi Qing continued: "In the beginning, he wanted to exchange with his mother's life, but I didn't want it, so I changed the voice."
"You talk about it, you worked hard for such a person, is it worth it?"
The young Taoist exhaled:
"They were just seduced by you."
"Luring me? When he pushed his mother downstairs, I hadn't found him yet."
Meng Qing couldn't say anything more.
Shi Qing's hand fell on the young Taoist chief.
It's early autumn. Meng Qing wears a Taoist suit. She wears a jacket when she sleeps. The advantage of this kind of clothes is that it is breathable and comfortable. The disadvantage is that as long as the person next to you thinks, she can put her hand along the inner fabric. .
And now, the Devil's hand was eager to try on the edge of it.
Shi Qing could feel that Meng Qing's heartbeat was fast.
I don't know if it's nervous or scared, anyway, he can't see it on his face.
Shi Qing: "You like to save people, that's great, but sometimes you have to figure out, what you want to save is not a person."
Meng Qing gritted his teeth: "It's wrong for him to hurt someone, but it's wrong for you to hurt someone."
"Am I harmful? Who says I'm harmful?"
Shi Qing raised her eyebrows, and looked very straightforward: "They are willing to exchange, I will always exchange them, and I did not force them to change with me, money and goods, as for what will happen to them and what matters to me."
"Strong words!"
The young Taoist opened his mouth and closed his mouth, but he could only utter one sentence: "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, a pair of charming eyes, slightly looking forward to the young Dao who always blushed:
"I'm doing good deeds, Master."
"My demon has always been fair. People don't want to exchange with me. I definitely won't force them. Every transaction I make is done by both parties."
Said, Shi Qing reached out and condensed a piece of paper out of thin air.
"Okay priest, you should sign."
"Before I cured the cold for you, you should take something out in exchange."
Meng Qing: "... Aren't you willing to agree on every transaction? I don't plan to trade with you, I won't!"
"Yes, both parties volunteer."
"But you are the exception."
Shi Qing smiled happily, and then stretched out his hand again, and an ink pad appeared in his palm.
The big devil smiled, took the hand of the young priest, pressed the ink pad on his index finger, and then pulled his index finger on the paper.
The fingerprints fell, the deed became effective, and slowly disappeared in front of the two.
"All right."
Shi Qing then got into Meng Qing's arms comfortably, took his hand, let him put it on his placket, and felt the heartbeat sound gradually from silent to gradual.
"Little priest, you are mine."