Chapter 1 Real

How annoying, always making trouble late at night, not letting people sleep. Zhang Yuanqing lifted the quilt, pulled open the desk drawer, took out the Mao Wang speaker, and entered Night Tour.

The whole set of actions was completed with his eyes closed, so skilled that it was distressing.

"Buzz~"

In the crackling sound of electricity, the speaker of the Mao Wang speaker transmitted the moans of a woman, the gasps of a man, and the sound of bodies colliding...

Truly worthy of you, an unyielding Demon Lord with ever-changing women. Zhang Yuanqing silently complained in his heart, trying to keep his mind calm and unaffected by distracting thoughts.

But he still inevitably began to fantasize.

Who is the woman the Demon Lord is sleeping with this time? She must be very beautiful, and if she has a long pig tail on her butt, then she's top-notch... Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts were running wild, and his face suddenly changed. At this moment, he really had the idea of ​​covering his face and crying out loud.

Find a chance to sell the scarecrow. This thing is useless. If it goes on like this, I'll be ruined like Zhu Rong.

Without a doubt, this was the price of using the scarecrow. In the broadcast competition, he had no choice but to use the scarecrow a few more times, and the pig-tail curse reappeared.

The scarecrow's pollution is irreversible, and even purification abilities can't eliminate it.

Before, he put the scarecrow in the warehouse, and the "pig tail" symptoms were reduced, which showed that the pollution had not yet reached the point of completely changing his species preference.

But after using it a few times on the broadcast, even if he put it back in the gang warehouse, the curse still appeared.

This shows that the erosion of pollution is deepening.

"It's no good keeping it in the gang warehouse. This kind of powerful prop, I definitely can't help but use it when I encounter danger."

Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while and decided to find a chance to sell it to Mr. Bill.

Unconsciously, the audio skipped this lewd content in the "buzzing" current, and only heard the Demon Lord gasp and smile:

"Good sister, are you comfortable?"

The woman softly said "Mmm~".

"Comfortable? Say it!" the Demon Lord teased with a smile. "You're so annoying!" the woman said coquettishly.

This woman seems a bit different this time, a bit reserved and shy, unlike the previous audios, which were all sluts. Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.

As a college student who had never experienced such things, he instinctively had a good impression of reserved girls and a strong aversion to dissolute women.

Suddenly, there was no sound in the audio, followed by soft gasps, and the two seemed to be kissing.

After a while, the Demon Lord whispered: "I like the way you called me 'gege' just now. Quick, call me a few more times."

The woman didn't speak.

Under the Demon Lord's persistent entreaties, she shyly called out, "Good gege."

The Demon Lord was overjoyed: "Good jiejie!"

So cheesy, I'm getting goosebumps all over. Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, can you guys consider the feelings of the audience?

Fortunately, you died early, Demon Lord, otherwise this Celestial Honored One would have embarrassed you to death in minutes.

The woman said with a touch of annoyance, "You, you're so much younger than me, but you still like to hear me call you 'gege'. We can't stay here too long. Elder Hongying will be looking for us soon."

The Demon Lord said irritably, "That old woman is a persistent ghost. When I advance to the Dominator realm, I'll be the first to kill her."

"She's my superior and treats me like a mother and a teacher... Alas, who told you to have such a bad reputation? Naturally, she wouldn't let us be together."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing's mind buzzed, and he knew who the heroine of the audio was.

Taiyi sect, Yin Ji!

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but recall Yin Ji's appearance. Although she wore a veil during the broadcast competition, so he couldn't see her face clearly, a true beauty can be distinguished by her figure and temperament.

Without a doubt, Yin Ji is a very high-quality beauty. The Demon Lord got a good deal... Zhang Yuanqing thought indignantly. The dialogue in the audio continued, and Yin Ji said:

"Let's not talk about her, good gege. You are now at level 9. I suggest you don't participate in the year-end Massacre Dungeon. Hone your skills in the Saint realm for another year or so, integrate your Starlight power, or re-condense your Taiyin power. In short, don't advance to the Dominator realm so quickly."

The Demon Lord said in surprise, "Why is that?"

"Elder Hongying once told me that the Night Wanderer profession is very special. After the Dominator realm, if you want to go higher, you need to specialize in a certain power: Taiyin, Starlight, or the Sun. Choose one of the three. But by the time you reach the Dominator realm, your only choice will be the Sun. But whatever you do, don't choose the Sun."

"This is the first time I've heard this. Hmm, why can't I choose the Sun?"

"Elder Hongying didn't say."

"Then what does the Taiyi Sect Leader specialize in?"

"Have you forgotten his title?"

"Observing the stars, overlooking rivers and mountains, knowing everything? I understand..."

The sound of "buzzing" electricity replaced the dialogue. Zhang Yuanqing exited Night Tour and sat at his desk, lost in thought.

Taiyin, Starlight, and the Sun... I must choose one to specialize in? This choice is related to the realm after the Dominator realm?

I suddenly understand why Zhao Chenghuang is stuck in the Transcendent stage. He chose to specialize in Taiyin... In that case, I have to think about which one to specialize in. According to Yin Ji, I only need to choose before the Dominator level. That would be either Taiyin or Starlight. I'll advance to the Saint realm first and see what abilities the Star Official has.

Then I'll consider whether to choose Taiyin or Starlight. Speaking of which, what did the Demon Lord ultimately choose?

Why can't I choose the Sun? It feels like the word "old" is very fitting for the Demon Lord...

Observing the stars, overlooking rivers and mountains... the Taiyi Sect Leader specializes in Starlight.

At this moment, the Demon Lord's voice came from the speaker of the Mao Wang speaker again. This time it wasn't dialogue, but his recording:

"I met a girl, a girl who made me willing to give up an entire forest. Her name is Yin Ji."

"She knows that I am a servant of the Devil Eye Heavenly King and that I have been corrupted by the Fallen Holy Grail, but she is still willing to follow me and stay with me. But how can I, in this state, be worthy of her?"

"From today onwards, I will listen to the audio from the early Transcendent stage once a day to find the kind me and resist the erosion of the Fallen Holy Grail. At the same time, I must break off relations with those women."

"God bless me, if you haven't given me anything, then please don't take her away from me."

The Demon Lord is indeed different towards Yin Ji. I remember that in the previous audios, he was already in the Saint realm. When he slept with women, he constantly called them "little whores", showing no respect for women at all.

《This Star Just Wants to Retire》

But also in the Saint realm, his attitude towards Yin Ji is like a man in the throes of love, constantly saying cheesy things like "Good jiejie".

It can be seen that this guy is truly in love with Yin Ji.

What a pity. Zhang Yuanqing sighed. It's a pity that the past cannot be changed. Otherwise, he could help pray for them.

Later, Yin Ji was still taken back to the Taiyi Sect by Elder Hongying, and the two parted ways from then on, as if they were strangers, and had no contact with each other again.

The Demon Lord completely fell and gave up on himself.

But even so, the Demon Lord did not kill Elder Hongying in the later stages. With his later strength, it shouldn't be difficult to kill Elder Hongying. The reason for this is probably the words Yin Ji said before.

"Buzz~" The sound of electricity rang out. Then, a low singing voice floated from the speaker:

"After our parting, my love will never return. I sit alone in silence, looking out at the world. Although flowers will wither, they will bloom again. A song of love, beyond the white clouds~"

"The sea of bitterness stirs up love and hate~ In this world, it is difficult to escape fate~"

"Are you still trying to be sentimental?" Zhang Yuanqing slapped the Mao Wang speaker.

"Buzz~" The Mao Wang speaker made a crackling sound, the singing stopped, and then it was silent.

Zhang Yuanqing waited for a while, and seeing that there was no more audio playing, he put the Mao Wang speaker back in the drawer, got into the air-conditioned quilt, and fell fast asleep.

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing woke up early, sat at the dining table enjoying breakfast, and habitually opened the official forum.

The post praising him yesterday was still there, but it was no longer the top post. Instead, it was:

#Saint Stage Inter-Platform Competition, starting at 2:00 PM#

Today is June 10th, and the Massacre Dungeon is in late June. The official has at most one week left.

The broadcast competition must be completed within a week, so the interval between the Transcendent and Saint competitions will not be too long.

I can watch the Saint realm competition this afternoon. Zhang Yuanqing was quite excited. Saint realm battles are usually not seen.

Watching Saint realm battles will allow him to better understand the characteristics of the Lawful Saints, so that he can know himself and his enemy when he fights in the future. After washing up, he put on his backpack and pretended to go out to school. He hailed a taxi outside the residential area and headed to Fu Jiawan.

He was going to Fu Jiawan today to retrieve the Yin corpse and receive the Houtu Boots.

He doesn't need to go to school anymore. Thanks to the Devil Eye Heavenly King, the Water God Envoy's Luo Shen Elder knew his true identity and agreed to solve his problem of skipping classes, promising that he would graduate smoothly.

It was the morning rush hour, and the traffic was congested. The taxi stopped and started. It left at eight o'clock and didn't arrive at Fujuawan until nine-thirty.

Luckily, he doesn't lack money now, otherwise the taxi fare of one hundred and fifty yuan would make him so distressed that he couldn't breathe.

He arrived at Fu Qingyang's villa and, led by the bunny girl, arrived at the study.

The first thing he saw was Undead No. 1 wriggling non-stop on the study carpet. Its pupils flickered with ferocity and cruelty, wanting to tear the only living person in the study, Fu Qingyang, into pieces.

But it couldn't.

Oh, I forgot to cancel the command. Zhang Yuanqing had a thought and communicated with the Yin corpse through the mark in his sea of consciousness, smoothing its restlessness.

He stepped forward, took out the Bloodthirsty Blade, and cut off the vines that bound the Yin corpse.

After doing these things, he looked at the two Fu Qingyangs at the end of the red carpet, one hanging on the wall and one sitting behind the desk.

"Thank you, Centurion, for retrieving the Yin corpse for me." Zhang Yuanqing directed the Yin corpse to bow.

Fu Qingyang immediately evoked yesterday's memories and said lightly, "If you had left a step later yesterday, the Night Wanderers of the Taiyi Sect would have ganged up on you."

He didn't waste any words and said, "The competition rewards have been settled. Your rewards are the Houtu Boots and level 3 merit points."

As he said that, he took out a pair of boots from his inventory.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes lit up, and his gaze turned to the boots. They resembled ancient black boots, with high tops and thick soles, woven from khaki silk and embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns.

They seem very heavy. Fu Qingyang was holding the boots with both hands, his arms trembling slightly.

"They're yours now," Fu Qingyang said.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly stepped forward and excitedly took the boots.

"Bang!"

Zhang Yuanqing fell directly to the ground, his arms firmly "glued" to the ground, and he heard the sound of his arm bones breaking.