As the bone-marrow burning sensation spread throughout their bodies, the little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede opened their weak eyes one after another. When the two former strong men of the demon race opened their powerless eyes, Alang's kind-hearted face appeared directly in their eyes. "Are you two okay?" Alang greeted the little white pig and the dragon-headed centipede as if it was nothing to do.
The little white pig looked at the familiar face in front of him, and when he thought of suffering the inhuman torture of the evil beast in front of him, he stared with bean-sized eyes and fainted again.
"Eh..., is it really weird this time?" After finishing his words, Alang fiddled with the little white pig's head again.
"Evil...animal...come...come...suffer...die..." Just as Alang kept playing with the little white pig's head, a weak curse came out. Alang followed the sound and found that the dragon-headed centipede had its eyes slightly open, squinting at him with endless resentment.
"Hey, faucet? Are you talking? It seems that you are more solid. What do you think you are trying to do? Do you have to kill me? I am so kind that I am willing to eat you. Besides, I didn’t torture you on purpose. You were the one who wanted to kill me first. I have to save my life! Let’s talk about it. If you don’t kill me, I won’t kill you. From now on, the three of us will get along well. But we still have to I will be the master, and you two will be the pets. When I become a fairy-level spiritual master, I will let you go back to the Demon Realm. When you return to the Demon Realm, we will not owe each other anything! Look, that's it, okay?" Lang stepped forward to help the weak dragon-headed centipede, while stroking the head of the dragon-headed centipede and spoke softly.
The dragon-headed little centipede blinked feebly when he heard Alang's words. He was tangled for a while, but the endless resentment in his eyes subsided slightly.
Alang immediately became happy when he saw signs of weakness in the little dragon-headed centipede's eyes, and directly lifted the little dragon-headed centipede into his arms to comfort him. The little dragon-headed centipede was swollen, and tried its best to resist with all its remaining strength. How could a dignified high-level monk of the demon clan endure such an insult? Although Alang was just trying to express goodwill, in the eyes of the little dragon-headed centipede, Alang's comfort was It just turned into further insult.
"What are you doing? Stop looking around! I know you are very touched. Don't worry. Now that we have reached an agreement, I will never torture you again in the future. As long as you are obedient, everything will be easy!" A Lang lifted the dragon-headed centipede away. When he reached his eyes, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the little dragon-headed centipede with a smile on his face. "Eh? What's going on? Why are you angry again?" A Lang once again saw great resentment in the eyes of the dragon-headed centipede. After discovering the resentment, Alang was a little angry and couldn't help but question the dragon head centipede again.
The dragon-headed little centipede didn't respond verbally to A Lang's question, and continued to work hard to mobilize the demonic origin in his body in silence. After accumulating power for a while, the dragon-headed little centipede suddenly found that the demonic origin he used to self-destruct was locked by an inexplicable force. If he hadn't been determined to fight the evil beast in front of him to the death, the dragon-headed little centipede would never have discovered that such a change had happened in his body.
"Faucet, what are you doing? Are you shitting? Why is your face so red? Are you trying to hold back some bad tricks? I advise you to be honest. This is my territory, and I can tell you that my patience is limited. ! Don’t force me!! If there was no one to chat with me, I would have strangled you two idiots to death!!!" Alang felt something was wrong with the little centipede. He grabbed the little centipede and threw it wildly. The little centipede was originally He was extremely weak, and even more dizzy after being violently thrown by A Lang.
A Lang saw the little dragon-headed centipede's eyes blurred. After confirming that there was no danger at all, he directly threw the little dragon-headed centipede next to the little white pig who fainted again, "Humph! It's so boring! It's up to you, follow or not, or pull him down. , I'm not bad enough to be the master of you two idiots! Hey... Actually, it's quite good to be alone..." After finishing his words, Alang looked up at the bright moon in the sky again, and then walked slowly into the wooden house.
Under the caress of the bright moonlight, Alang's figure slowly lengthened, and finally disappeared into the vast night with a hint of loneliness.
