After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

So many things flashed through Song Zheng's mind at that moment, he almost froze in place.

So it turned out that the person who betrayed her mother was someone close to her?

Who is this old servant?Who is his son?

An unbelievable candidate appeared in front of his eyes.

No, that's simply not possible.

Song Zheng didn't show it on his face, but his eyes were already erratic, and he didn't know where he was flying.

The white snake demon wanted to say something more, but He Lan took it back in time and put it in the demon collection bag.

"Although there is some truth in his words, you can't believe them all. For example, the demon world is not as dangerous as you think."

He Lan could tell from Song Zheng's appearance that he was shaken.

After all, if the princess is involved, it is inevitable that things will be messed up.

Song Zheng turned to look at him: "Then what has become of the demon world?"

He Lan pondered: "The palace is indeed dilapidated, but it can't be collapsed for the time being, and now all the demons have entered the world, and there are no demons living there."

Song Zheng: ...

Can this be called good?

Being comforted like this made her even more heartbroken.

The night is already very dark, and if it goes on like this, it will be dawn soon.

Song Zheng only felt pain in his head, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He still wanted to think about something, but He Lan picked him up by the waist and walked towards the bedroom. Song Zheng hooked his neck in time.

"I'm sleepy, please sleep with me."

He Lan looked at the dark circles under Song Zheng's eyes and couldn't help feeling distressed.

All the lights in the room were turned off. Song Zheng was very tired, but his mind couldn't calm down, and he tossed and turned on the bed.

He Lan sighed, and finally couldn't help turning over.

"If you really can't fall asleep, you might as well exercise."

He Lan looked down at the young man lying under him.

Waist-length hair covered the bed like a waterfall, and the young man's fair and thin face looked alluring in the black hair all over the bed.

Song Zheng was also looking at the man above.

Lord Yaohuang, who is not covered by glasses, has a pair of azure blue eyes. When he looks at you so intently, it seems that everything in the world is inferior to the self in front of him.

The you in his eyes are his world.

Song Zheng stretched out his hand actively, hooked his neck, pulled him down, and said, "Actually, I quite like your fluffy tail."

It is soft and white, feels excellent, and is especially warm.

Being wrapped in that tail is like being in cotton candy.

In the next moment, the white tail popped out and wrapped around Song Zheng's waist, completely wrapping the two of them together.

He Lan lowered his head, his eyes became deeper, and he bewitched, "Is it very comfortable? It can also make you more comfortable."

The fluffy tail covered everything, and the sudden rise in the temperature in the night made the two of them burn to each other.

Song Zheng also finally understood what the phrase "more comfortable" meant.

It was really comfortable, so comfortable that I didn't know when I fell asleep.

Song Zheng who fell asleep had a long, long dream.

In the dream, the scenery was picturesque, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, carefree animals, children chasing and playing, a little white wolf dog, and a gentle and beautiful woman who was so gentle that he was addicted to it.

This kind of life almost made Song Zheng intoxicated, never wanting to wake up again.

Just when this carefree life was intoxicating, a group of monsters with sharp weapons rushed into this paradise.

They murdered and set fire, trampled on lives, and wantonly destroyed Song Zheng's beautiful life.

He saw his mother's desperate and determined face, and he saw himself being hugged tightly by a person and rushing out of the fire.

He even saw the little wolf dog being thrown away into the valley engulfed by the fire.

Then, Song Zheng was startled awake.

He opened his eyes suddenly, sat up straight, and looked around blankly.

This is not the valley, there is no fire, and there are no monsters.

Song Zheng got off the bed covered in sweat, and frowned the moment he landed, feeling uncomfortable coming from behind.

All the images of last night were poured back into his mind, washing away the dream just now, he couldn't help biting his lip.

He Lan is a bit too good at playing, no, it's too much.

When he entered the bathroom, his long hair was scattered behind him.

Song Zheng took off his clothes only to find that there were mottled marks all over his neck and chest, bruised and purple, as if he had been tortured.

It happened that He Lan walked to the door of the bathroom, and he leaned against the door, admiring the beautiful scenery he created.

Song Zheng opened the water casually, and gave him a sideways glance: "I don't think you should be called a wolf, but a dog."

Bites were everywhere.

He Lan stood up straight, with a smile in his azure blue eyes: "They are all the same department, so you can do whatever you want."

Song Zheng turned his head away, not wanting to talk to him at all.

I don't know where the idol image I saw when I first saw it has gone.

After taking a shower, Song Zheng realized that he had slept until the evening of the next day.

"Have I been asleep for so long?"

He Lan stood behind him, holding that long hair, drying it quickly with spiritual power.

"You have used the power of relics several times before, which has already exceeded your ability to bear. You have consumed too much, and you can recover your energy after a short sleep. This is already considered a heaven-defying recovery ability."

He Lan combed his hair carefully.

This long hair is black and straight, not smooth.

Song Zheng actually felt a little sleepy, but he was thinking about something to solve, so he planned to go back to the library after dinner.

He Lan had dinner with him, looked at Song Zheng who was about to go out, and held his hand: "I'll go with you."

He hasn't met Song Zheng's friends and family yet.

Song Zheng blinked and hesitated slightly: "Then what... I haven't revealed your existence to the master yet."

He Lan grabbed his hand tightly: "Then I should go."

Then, when Song Zheng returned to the library, Rong Xie saw a pure white wolf cub in his arms.

The little wolf cub has smooth fur and blue eyes. When he looks at people, he feels like he doesn't care about you.

"You wolf cub is quite cute."

Rong Xie was sitting by the window, holding a book in his hand, and a cup of tea by the table, looking very leisurely.

Song Zheng smiled and squeezed He Lan's chin: "Do you think so too?"

The smaller He Lan is so cute that he can't put it down, and he doesn't want to let go.

Rong Xie put down the book in his hand, and asked politely: "Can I give you a hug? I have never seen such a beautiful wolf cub."

Song Zheng rubbed his head, feeling his old Gong's reluctance.

Not to mention He Lan, even she didn't want to, so she smiled apologetically: "This wolf cub admits life."

Rong Xie didn't care, but the kitten suddenly ran onto his shoulder, and pulled Rong Xie's clothes to get in, as if he was very afraid of the kitten in Song Zheng's hands.

It would be already evening, and there was no one in the teahouse or bookstore.

Song Zheng looked around and asked, "Where's my master?"

Rong Xie paused slightly for holding the tea, his expression was a little subtle.

Song Zheng understood instantly: "Where did you go to play cards again?"

Rong Xie coughed twice: "calculate the time, I should be back soon, you should wait a little longer, but what's the matter with your hair."

Song Zheng touched the back of his head and sighed: "It's a long story, I'll explain it to you later, I'll go back to my room and wait for Master."

Song Zheng reluctantly led He Lan upstairs, but the kitten didn't dare to get out of Rong Xie's clothes until he reached the third floor.

The living room on the third floor has always had a room for Song Zheng, and it is often cleaned.

As soon as Song Zheng returned to his room, He Lan jumped off his hands and turned back into a human form.

Song Zheng: "You can't let me hug you again."

He Lan ignored his request and turned to look at the room.

The room is very simple, at first glance there is only a big bed, but the wardrobe is hidden behind the wall, and there is a separate toilet inside.

It's just that Song Zheng has never slept in this room, and there is no breath of him at all.

However, He Lan's expression was a little strange.

According to Song Zheng's understanding of He Lan's expression, something must have happened.

"Are you expressing dissatisfaction with my room with this expression?"

Song Zheng was sitting by the window, his whole body seemed to be unable to exert himself, and his hands were propped on the bed.

He Lan's expression gradually became serious. He looked around, then opened the door and went out.

Song Zheng had no choice but to follow.

Until He Lan stood in front of Luo Fujiang's room.

Song Zheng approached him and asked, "Did you find anything?"

He Lan glanced at him, then pushed open the door.

The door turned out to be locked.

It's just that the lock has been reduced to ashes.

Song Zheng looked into the room, and it didn't look any different from usual.

"Isn't it good for us to do this?"

He Lan shook his head, stepped in, walked around the bed, and then raised his hand to move the bed away.

There is actually a formation hidden under the bed, and spells are pasted all around.

Song Zheng watched this scene almost in surprise.

He approached stiffly.

He Lan squinted his eyes, and said in a low voice: "This is a life-continuing formation, a formation to renew the life of the monster race."

Song Zheng only felt that his throat was a little dry. His Adam's apple moved up and down slightly, and he asked in a trembling voice, "The monster clan's life-continuing circle... what does this mean?"

His master is a demon?And already... dying?

Could it be that his guess became true?

He Lan lowered her eyes: "Monsters also have a life and death deadline, but they live a little longer than humans, but when the time limit is up, they will still face death."

Song Zheng clenched his fists, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, turning the sky upside down.

"This formation is a life-sustaining formation. When the formation is activated, it will indeed prolong life, but it will weaken the ability of the monster race itself, and finally become the most ordinary monster, no different from ordinary people. At that time It's... the time of death."

Every word He Lan said, every word seemed to hit Song Zheng's heart.

Song Zheng was carefree when he was young, and he grew up happily under the care of his master.

Although it was very hard to practice spells, and the master would beat him, but he had never been hungry or cold, and he never had to worry about everything in his daily life.

Song Zheng also thought that he was invulnerable with copper skin and iron bones, and that he was not afraid of heaven and earth. His only ideal was to become an excellent demon catcher, to slay demons and eliminate demons, and to be a demon catcher who can walk in modern society and pretend to be coercive at any time. division.

But until today, he realized that his carefree, youthful years, and those copper-skinned iron bones were just illusions buried under the truth, and life could be worse than he imagined.

Not only was he afraid, but he was very afraid.

Song Zheng's eyes were red, his fists were tightly strangled, and he asked softly, "From the perspective of the formation, how long can Master...how long can he live?"

He Lan held his hand, as if wanting to give him some strength.

"Not long."

One sentence hit Song Zheng's heart like a heavy hammer.

In fact, there have been omens since a long time ago, but I have never noticed it.

Master's body is getting weaker and weaker, his ability is gradually declining, and he has never had a cold before.

These phenomena seemed to remind Song Zheng how much he ignored the master who raised him so hard.

However, he was even more afraid that the guess in his heart would become true.

In case the master is not the master, but the son of the enemy, how should he deal with it.

He Lan held his hand and looked out the door.

After a while, an old man went upstairs with a banknote in his hand, his face flushed.

However, when he stood in front of the door and saw Song Zheng and He Lan standing in the bedroom, his eyes widened instantly.

The banknotes in his hand fell to the ground without noticing.

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