Demon Becoming the Lord

"I want to kill him, kill him, this one must be found back! Otherwise, let alone the Martial Academy, the Medicine King City will not have a foothold for our Situ Battlefield!"

Although after the duel, Qi Yuxuanang came out of his Situ Battlefield, although Xiao Lang was very cooperative and pretended to be miserable, although he had secretly washed the yellow liquid outside of his robe. But... the sticky feeling in the crotch and the dreadful face in his mind always reminded him how much humiliation he has suffered today.

"Looking for a strong family member?"

Situ Zhanye immediately denied this idea, because if the family knew about this matter, he would not be able to take it around. At least for a short time, he would not have the opportunity to make an appearance in the family.

"Right! When the eldest son returns, I will take the opportunity to fan the flames, and with the eldest son's temper, I will definitely kill Xiao Lang! Yes! Just do it!"

Situ Zhanye patted his thigh, made up his mind, and relaxed in his heart. He was very aware of the temper of the eldest son of the Situ family, thinking that Xiao Lang would not be able to get better for long, his inner humiliation also faded a bit.

Xiao Lang didn't enter the yard. In the eyes of everyone, he was frightened stupid. I'm dumbfounded, and I don't have the face to meet people for the time being.

He was sitting on a bush near the grove, bent over, with a dog's tail in his mouth, without any mood swings on his face, but there was a touch of loneliness on his back that could not be hidden.

"In this painful world, you can't play games, or watch island country literary films. All day long, it is intriguing, fighting and killing. It's so boring, so boring!"

Xiao Lang spit out dog's tail grass, put his head in his hands, lay on his back on the grass, and squinted his eyes, his face full of sourness.

That's right!

He is a rebirth, a traverser, and the most painful first three-year high school in his life. He has survived, conscientious and hardworking, he has made a **** road and performed perfectly. Self-preservation has entered the main line 100%, who knows that as soon as he leaves the examination room, his eyes are black, and he spews blood, and then he comes to this world called the Soul Continent.

I have been in this world for more than ten years, not as interesting as he thought, and he has been practicing hard for over ten years. Today, he was obviously stronger than Situ Battlefield, but in the end he had to pretend to be a grandson, which made him very unhappy!

"This **** life, when will you be happy?"

Xiao Lang sighed quietly, but his ears trembled slightly. His terrifying perception made it easy to spot someone approaching. But when he saw a white skirt at the corner of his eyes, a bitter expression appeared on his face.

"What is free and comfortable? Working hard for a lifetime, jumping from the Cambrian to the circle of aristocratic warriors, powerful and powerful, can truly be free? Haha, this is just jumping from one cage to another!"

A clear and sweet voice sounded, Bu Xiaoman walked slowly, Qiao Lian's face was exactly the same as Xiao Lang's lonely. The faint Emei rolled up, making people feel distressed.

Xiao Lang didn't want to get too entangled with this red face, but seeing the distressing sadness on her delicate little face, his eyes flashed sharply, and he subconsciously took the words and said, "In that case, then... Smash this cage!"

As soon as he uttered the words, Xiao Lang knew that he was impulsive, his eyes flashed, and he immediately returned to the original state, carefully observing that Xiaoman started.

"Smashed? How easy is it?"

Bu Xiaoman's expression didn't change at all. He didn't seem to notice Xiao Lang's very different behavior. He just took out a purse from his sleeve and threw it to Xiao Lang's side, and said lightly, "Take it to heal my wounds. I'm so rash about this today, I'm sorry. !"

Xiao Lang sat up, grabbed the purse, smelled the faint fragrance from the purse, and felt much better. He smiled, flicked the purse, and threw it back to Bu Xiaoman, saying: "Although I am poor, I am not worthy of a pitiful person!"

Bu Xiaoman was also very straightforward. He took the purse, turned away, and walked a few meters away, but looked back slightly and sighed, "You really didn't save me that night?"

Xiao Lang paused, and said decisively: "No!"

"I see...Thank you!"

A touch of sadness appeared on Bu Xiaoman's face. He glanced at Xiao Lang and left a word floating away.

Seeing the figure like a little white flower drifting away, Xiao Lang shook his head and continued to lie on the grass on his back. He sighed quietly, "Although the Phoenix man is a shortcut, he is really not used to sending people under the fence! There is no time to go to the wind and snow. what!"

...

For the whole day, Xiao Lang did not go to the school to listen to lectures, nor did he go to the square to perform martial arts, sitting alone on the grass beside the small forest.

The martial artist in the martial arts school thought he had no face to meet people, or went back to heal his injuries. Unexpectedly, in the evening, Xiao Lang appeared quietly. Like all the students, he took his mounts by the courtyard gate and went home.

The rules of the Feixue Martial Arts Academy are very slack. As long as you don’t violate a few basic principles, you may not even come to the Martial Academy for classes at all if you pay the tuition. Of course, if the strength does not meet certain requirements, it is quite difficult to get the approval of the martial arts!

Xiao Lang ignored the strange gazes of countless people, and rode his unique and very windy little donkey, swaying towards the West City Gate. Little Donkey's speed was very slow. He went all the way to the west, and walked all the way to the setting sun, Yinyue lifted into the sky, and walked to a small town called "Qing Niu" located dozens of miles west of Yaowang City.

Instead of entering Qingniu Town, he walked into an old courtyard outside Qingniu Town, patted the donkey's butt, and the donkey automatically walked towards the stable in the courtyard. Xiao Lang walked straight to a wooden house in the middle of the courtyard.

"Squeak!"

Before getting close to the house, the door opened, and the door more than one meter wide was hidden by a huge black shadow. This is a body that is burly enough to make people feel depressed, two meters high, is a real tiger-backed waist. On the chest muscles of Qiu Knot is a tender face, extremely contradictory, but even more weird!

"brother!"

A row of dazzling white teeth appeared on his immature face, and his smile was innocent and bright, with a silly look of dementia.

Xiao Lang also smiled with a warm face: "Knife, I'm done practicing."

The silly man nodded and let Xiao Lang walk in. When he saw a pale green figure under the dim candlelight, his smile became even warmer. He grinned: "Auntie!"

The house is not big, and the furnishings inside are very simple, a round table, a tea table, and a few stools. There was a woman sitting next to the tea table. The woman couldn't tell her age. She looked very beautiful. If Bu Xiaoman is a budding lily, this woman is a fully blooming peony, sweet and elegant. It is hard to imagine that such a beautiful woman lives in such a dilapidated courtyard.

It's just a pity that the woman was sitting in a wooden wheelchair with her feet hanging down weakly. Seeing Xiao Lang coming in, she turned the wheel with her hands and leaned against the round table, apparently inconvenient for her legs and feet.

There are three people in a house, but there are two, one paralyzed and one silly!

"Lang'er is back, let's eat!"

The aunt smiled and nodded. Xiao Lang and the stupid man named Xiaodao immediately sat around the table and started eating.

Not many dishes, one soup, one meat and one vegetable!

With a big silly knife, his burly figure occupies half of the table, holding a big bowl, and burying his head and mouthful of grilled rice. The aunt's movements for eating were very elegant, and from time to time Xiao Lang picked vegetables, but Xiao Lang picked vegetables from time to time. When he was picking food, the knife would stop, grinning a few times, and then continue to bury his head in the rice.

A meal, a quiet and peaceful meal. After eating, the knife smiled a few times, and walked out of the room with heavy steps without saying a word. Xiao Lang gathered up and moved skillfully. Auntie turned her wheelchair and came to the coffee table, picked up a book, and read it quietly.

After finishing cleaning up, Xiao Lang brought a basin of hot water after going out for a while, placed it in front of his aunt, arched his body, helped her take off her shoes, held her lotus-like jade feet, and scrubbed it carefully. The aunt looked at the book quietly, without looking at Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang was washing very slowly, rubbing his hands constantly, as if he was helping her massage. During this period, my aunt still didn't look at it. After Xiao Lang helped her wash her feet, the aunt put down the book in her hand and looked at Xiao Lang and said, "You have something on your mind?"

Xiao Lang raised his head and smiled bitterly: "Today I beat Situ Battlefield!"

"Situ's house?" Aunty said with two beautiful eyebrows, "tell me in detail."

Xiao Lang immediately said what happened today, and finally looked at his aunt's beautiful face with some regrets: "Aunt, I was rash. Last time Devil Mountain shouldn't save Xiaoman!"

The aunt pondered for a moment and said: "It's okay, since you did it, don't regret it! You did a good job today. Situ Zhanye didn't have the guts to retaliate against you in a short time."

"but…"

Xiao Lang was slightly anxious: "After Situ Zhantian returns, he will never let go! Situ Zhanye is a small character, and Situ Zhantian is the young patriarch of the Situ family!"

"What are you afraid of? Just let it go and do it according to your heart!"

The aunt smiled, stroked Xiao Lang's face with her hand, and said gently, "It's a big deal...you just need to take your aunt to the end of the world. My Langer has the ability to protect aunt, isn't it?"

"Do not!"

Xiao Lang shook his head, his eyes lit up with a determined look, and said decisively: "I won't go, I will definitely win the first place in the martial arts competition in January, and then lead the team to participate in the Western Ten City League. The King of Medicine said that as long as the Feixue Wuyuan enters the top three, a Fengling Pill will be awarded. I must get Fengling Pill to help my aunt heal her legs! Definitely!"

The aunt shook her head slightly and smiled: "Stupid boy, aunt is old, and it's very comfortable to sit in the wheelchair you made. You have been used to it for so many years. You don't have to be so wronged and suffer so much!"

Xiao Lang chuckled and shook his head slightly and said, "Never wronged, nor bitter. Auntie supports me, teaches me, spoils me, and loves me. It's not Lang'er, and aunt's legs won't be paralyzed. Even if you spare this for Aunt Lang'er Life is right!"

"Silly boy!" The aunt sighed softly, waved her hand, and said, "Go!"

Xiao Lang turned and walked out of the house, but his aunt's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she looked out the window and said quietly, "Situ's house? I hope you don't mess with my Langer, otherwise...hey!"