The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Afterwards, the priest, who was always cold and inhumane in the eyes of outsiders, stood eagerly in front of the bed, staring at the person on the bed with his eyes.

As if guarding a lost treasure, his expression is full of childlike innocence and stubbornness.

"Well..." A low moan escaped from his throat, and the young boy on the bed slowly opened his eyes with a hint of confusion.

His gaze collided with a pair of extremely beautiful and pure eyes, and he could see the unmistakable surprise in them at a glance.

It gives people the illusion of wanting to smile from the bottom of their hearts.

"...He knows me.

"Although his mind was still confused and empty, Yan Weilou thought subconsciously.

He could feel the soft, relaxing emotion in his heart.

"No, it's about knowing the old me.

"...See you again after a long absence?" He seemed to have an innate talent. Even if his head was empty at the moment and he had no memory, he did not panic at all. He relied on this talent to observe and analyze as soon as his mind started functioning. It reveals the information expressed in the other person’s demeanor and actions.

But after a few breaths, Yan Weilou made his own judgment in his heart, and his tense heartstrings completely relaxed: "This person is harmless.

"Then, he covered his forehead and gave the other party a confused and innocent smile. His voice was weak: "...Who am I? Who are you? Do we know each other?" "——I don't know why, I feel that you are so familiar. .

"The surprised smile on Su Xinghan's face paused, and his expression went blank for a moment.

His long eyelashes trembled slightly and his eyes narrowed slightly: "You... don't remember anything?" Yan Weilou continued to nod innocently and blankly.

Inexplicably, he actually saw a hint of grievance from the frosty and cold face of the man in white in front of him, and Yan Weilou subconsciously wanted to comfort him.

But Yan Weilou vaguely remembered that he never seemed to be a gentle, considerate, and considerate person.

This abnormal feeling made Yan Weilou slightly confused.

...what the hell.

·The Temple of Sacrificing the Yuan, as the name suggests, is the temple where sacrifices and enshrinements are made to the Holy Master "Yuan".

Yan Weilou, wearing a royal pure white robe, stood quietly in the center of the temple, looking up at the vague-looking statue, slightly in a trance.

"Saint Master Yuan...a figure that only exists in mythology..." There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"——Do I still have such a big background?" "...Is he serious?" No one could answer the doubts in his heart. Wang Jian of Yanwei Tower sat down against the altar under the statue, his posture casual. He also touched one of the offered spiritual fruits, wiped it with his sleeve, and bit it in one bite.

“Yeah, it’s quite sweet.

"A maid who happened to be passing by the entrance of the temple was stunned when she saw this scene.

You know, the priests who are regarded as gods by them have never allowed others to approach this temple at will, let alone be so unrestrained inside! Even though the priest is usually aloof and indifferent, as if he has no emotions about anything, once it comes to matters in the temple, he seems to be a different person, with an unimaginable seriousness.

People in the temple who knew this very well never dared to touch his reverse scale.

If it had been anyone else, she would have informed the priest long ago.

But the young man who was brought into the temple by the priest himself was different.

In the past half month, this young man has made the priest make several exceptions. It seems that all the temple rules do not count in front of him.

What does it matter if you taste a few tributes? Yan Weilou finished a spiritual fruit in several mouthfuls, turned his head casually, and seemed to have noticed the people outside the hall, so he picked up another spiritual fruit and waved it up: "Want to eat it?" He smiled brightly.

But the maid froze in place as if she had seen a ghost.

After a moment of silence, she quickly turned around and hurried away, deciding to pretend she hadn't seen anything so she wouldn't have to worry about whether to report it or not.

Yan Weilou was not surprised at all by her reaction. He seemed to have made a silly prank. He took back his hand with a smile and took another bite of the spirit fruit. His posture was very comfortable.

...If what Su Xinghan said is true, and these things should have been given to him in the first place, then it wouldn't be an exaggeration for him to eat a few spiritual fruits, right? It has been half a month since I woke up. From the beginning, my mind was empty and I had no memory. Now I have memorized most of the common sense and have a general understanding of where I am.

With his powerful spiritual consciousness, Yan Weilou memorized everything Su Xinghan told him in his mind.

He finally understood his current situation.

On this continent known as the Central Divine State, dynasties and sects now coexist. Except for practitioners, all people in the secular world are under the rule of the Great You Dynasty, which has lasted for nearly a thousand years.

Now Yanwei Tower is the royal capital of the Dayou Dynasty. As the only priest in the Temple of Sacrifice to the Yuan, Su Xinghan has a special status in the Dayou Dynasty.

Therefore, even if he brought a person of unknown origin like Yan Weilou directly into the Temple of Sacrifice to the Yuan, he was not stopped.

However, although Su Xinghan didn't say anything, Yan Weilou knew that it was definitely not that simple behind it.

The fact that he has been able to stay peacefully in the Temple of Sacrifice Yuan until now must be attributed to Su Xinghan.

Thinking of this, Yan Weilou ate the spirit fruit in two bites, and the smile on his face faded.

He really couldn't wait to recover his missing memories, and he even wanted to recover from his injuries as soon as possible.

——I don’t know what kind of fierce battle he had experienced before, so that after eating so many natural treasures from Su Xinghan, his injuries have only recovered a little, and his soul is seriously injured.

In fact, if Yan Weilou knew that he not only ate a lot of natural treasures, but also received a mouthful of precious origin energy from Su Xinghan, I am afraid it would be even more difficult to remain calm.

What’s more, in addition to himself, there are four other souls that have also been washed white. Yan Weilou waved his sleeves, and four souls instantly floated out from his body and floated in the air.

The illusory and blurred appearance can be vaguely seen, but the ethereal and almost transparent soul body can be seen at a glance that the injury is not light.

This is what he found shortly after waking up.

According to Yan Weilou’s guess, these people should have been seriously injured at the same time as himself, and then their souls were coerced by him and came here together.

Fortunately, Yan Weilou still has his own good body, even if according to Su Xinghan, it has shrunk a lot compared to before.

And these four souls, not only did not exist in their physical bodies, but also their souls were severely damaged, almost turning into fools.

According to Yan Weilou, there must have been a very fierce battle before.

And these four people could be his enemies, or they could be his companions, and the most likely they were passers-by with ordinary relationships.

Because, he had neither hostility nor any close thoughts towards these people.

Seeing that they were at least somewhat related to himself before he lost his memory, Yan Weilou still picked up some of the leftovers of heavenly materials and earthly treasures and nurtured these souls.

After half a month, they finally solidified a lot and recovered their normal mental state, at least they could communicate.

"Do you still have any impression of your past memories?" Yan Weilou called them up without any hesitation.

Of course, the four souls shook their heads in unison.

... Let alone the past, they didn't even know their own names.

Yan Weilou: "..." Thinking of the fact that he was carrying four spirits with him at this moment, a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind at an inappropriate time: "Could it be that I am the protagonist who comes with four golden fingers?"