After wearing it back, I became the demon king

"Daoyou Di, long time no see." The first thing Lin Jingyuan did after he was discharged from the hospital was to see Di Ling.

"Are you healed?" Di Ling remembered that Lin Jingyuan was seriously injured.

Lin Jingyuan patted his chest, wanting to show that he was cured, but before he could say anything, he coughed and ran out first, "cough cough cough... sorry."

His cheeks were flushed, and he quickly turned his back to cough, and it took him a while to breathe normally, "Almost, our practitioners heal their wounds faster than ordinary people, and the Super Management Bureau also has many secret recipes."

Di Ling nodded slightly, Lin Jingyuan pursed his lips, and stopped talking, "Fellow Daoist Di, thank you for saving us."

"It's not my rescue." Di Ling didn't intend to tell Lin Jingyuan the truth, and handed him a few beads, "These are the beads on the neck of the tiger demon. After being torn off, its strength soared. It should be unbearable, so it exploded and died. gone."

"Ah?" Lin Jingyuan never expected the truth to be like this. He took the beads, picked them up and sniffed them, "It smells like incense."

"No matter what, thank you anyway." Lin Jingyuan put the beads into the bag, "I know you don't want to show off, so I didn't tell Team Shao about your appearance."

Speaking of this, he lowered his eyes guiltily, and said, "But I can't hide it from the Supervision Bureau. Someone may come to you for investigation recently."

"Feel sorry."

"You don't need to apologize to me, I understand." Di Ling knew that sooner or later he would attract the attention of the Supervision Bureau, so he was not surprised.

Lin Jingyuan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Fellow Daoist Di, have you really never been a teacher?"

"No." Di Ling did not have a teacher, he is self-taught.

In the demon world, he spent almost all his childhood in the library. There is a huge library in the palace of the demon king. Few demons like to read books. These are just collected by the demon king as decorations. At least he will not be bullied if he hides there. .

"You are really amazing! That tiger demon is so strong that even Sister Shuang can't deal with it, yet you can stomp it down with one foot." At this point, Lin Jingyuan's eyes dimmed, "Although Sister Shuang picked up a But she will no longer be able to subdue demons and demons, and after she is discharged from the hospital, she will be transferred to the logistics department."

He was dejected and his eyes were red: "If only I were as good as you."

Di Ling stood beside him calmly and listened to his ramblings.

"Thank you for listening to my complaints for so long." Lin Jingyuan's ears were bloodshot.

The two broke up at the intersection, Lin Jingyuan let out a long breath, the injury on his body was still a little bit painful, he always recalled that night again and again how powerless he was, Di Ling appeared in front of him like a savior, he squeezed tightly Fist, firm eyes, "I can't be so weak anymore."

The phone suddenly vibrated twice, Lin Jingyuan took it out and looked, "Master."

"Jing Yuan, I lost my way as a teacher."

Lin Jingyuan: "..."

"Master, where are you? Did you go down the mountain?"

"There were two visions near your school, so I decided to go down the mountain to see for myself." Daoist Hongzhen said in a heavy tone.

Lin Jingyuan's eyes darkened, "Master, could it be related to the Demon King?"

"Yes." Daoist Hongzhen paused, breaking the solemn atmosphere, "Jing Yuan, just now a young man called me a liar, and now he wants to call the police to arrest me."

Lin Jingyuan was at a loss for words, "Master, are you messing around with fortune-telling again?! I'll go there right away!"

Di Ling passed by "Haoyoulai Restaurant" at noon, and it actually opened today, but Chen Gang, who was thrown into the hospital by him, was not in the restaurant, only the proprietress and a child were there.

The child's eyes are like black grapes, even though his face is expressionless, many girls call him cute, and he helps serve dishes in the store at a young age.

"Sister Hu, Gangzi hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet?" asked the man who came over with a wine bottle.

"He's been discharged from the hospital, and he's being raised at home. He's always clamoring to come, but he's been injured for a hundred days, how can I let him come." The proprietress warmly greeted the guests with dishes.

"I told Gangzi to stay out of society. Lele is still so young. If something happens to him, what will you mother and son do?" said the middle-aged woman at the same table.

The proprietress wiped away her tears, "Yeah, this time it was a blessing in disguise. He probably got scared and said that he would stop messing around in the future, and run the restaurant with me to earn money to send Lele to college."

"Xiaoli, this is a good thing. Gangzi has finally come to his senses, and the prodigal son will not change his money when he returns." All the acquaintances nearby came to congratulate the proprietress.

Chen Le seemed to understand everything, but also seemed to understand nothing, and quietly served the dishes to Di Ling.

After lunch, Di Ling went back to the rental house and poured a pot of milk for the little light bulb.

Suihan: See you at Jidao Café at two o'clock in the afternoon, don't forget.

di: ah.

After replying to Chu Han's message, he threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine. The small light bulb was a black ball, and Di Ling almost stepped on it.

"Aw!" Little Light Bulb yelled at him dissatisfied.

There were splashes of milk stains on the dark face, which was really milky and fierce.

The pot of milk bottomed out, and the small light bulb gradually couldn't be drunk, so I had to hold the side of the pot with two claws and bury half of my head to drink. I don't know if I was too absorbed in drinking, the claws slipped, and I fell into it .

Di Ling watched the whole process from the side, he couldn't laugh or cry, he quickly picked it up, and couldn't help laughing: "Are you Oreo?"

"Aww~" Little Bulb opened his mouth wide, revealing his pink and tender tongue.

Di Ling took out a tissue to wipe its face, and just after wiping it, it rubbed itself on itself, smelling like milk.

While the clothes were drying, Di Ling took a small light bulb and went out with two paintings. Chu Han led the way and introduced his cousin Li Jixue to Di Ling, and let Li Jixue take a look at Di Ling's paintings by the way.

Passing downstairs, Di Ling happened to meet Zheng Shuhao returning with a woman in her early thirties. Zheng Shuhao greeted him enthusiastically, "Going out?"

Di Ling ignored him and went downstairs. The soundproofing of the old house was not good, so he could clearly hear the conversation between a man and a woman upstairs.

"You are a handsome young man, but you have no education. Brother Zheng, you have a really good temper."

"It's okay, young man. I think he's a loner, doesn't have many friends, and doesn't have a good relationship with his family. As an elderly person, he should take more care of him."

"Brother Zheng, you are so kind, but you have to use your kindness on the right people. Some people just don't know what to do."

The voices of the two gradually faded away, and Di Ling walked to the door of the unit, where the old man was still basking in the sun. Seeing Di Ling coming out, he took a puff of leaf cigarettes, blew his beard and stared, not giving him a good look.

It is now late April, and the temperature is gradually rising. Di Ling got off the bus with two paintings. There was no trace of sweat on his forehead.

"Di Ling, here." Chu Han reached out to pick up Di Ling's painting, wanting to help.

"No need." Di Ling was so strong that the two paintings seemed to hold air in his hands.

"Is this more than one pair?" Chu Han helped him pull out the chair and poured another glass of lemonade.

"Two pictures." Di Ling happened to be thirsty.

As soon as he came in, the conversation in the coffee shop suddenly disappeared, everyone's eyes fell on him, and even the pace of the waiter slowed down a bit.

"It's the one you took for me, right?" Chu Han had seen the photos posted by Di Ling, and just the photos made him want to kneel down and hug his thighs tightly, calling out to God.

Di Ling's school is an ordinary second-class school, so Chu Han didn't expect Di Ling's painting level to be so high. If he is a genius, then Di Ling is a genius among geniuses. Di Ling is only 19 years old, so there is such a thing. His painting attainments completely made Chu Han understand what it means that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

"En." Di Ling nodded.

"What is the other one? Is there a photo? I'm so curious." Chu Han rubbed his hands.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Di Ling didn't answer him directly, but asked an irrelevant question.

Chu Han froze, nodded instinctively, "Scared."

"Then don't look at it," Di Ling said.

"If you say that, I'm even more curious about what you painted!" Chu Han was about to move, his eyes fixed on the two completely wrapped paintings.

After chatting for a while, Chu Han's cousin hadn't arrived yet, so he looked at his watch frequently, "Strange, what's the matter with cousin?"

Just as he was about to call Li Jixue, Li Jixue called first.

"Xiaohan, I'm sorry, I was caught by Xinyao's cat. I'm in the hospital, and I may not be able to make it through. Say sorry for me and your friend, let's make an appointment another day." Li Jixue's voice was weak.

Chu Han turned pale with shock, "Isn't sister-in-law's cat a domestic cat? How could she suddenly catch someone? Are you okay?"

"I don't know what's going on with it. It's been very fierce to me recently. Today it was caught suddenly, and a piece of meat was scratched off." Li Jixue wanted to cry, but he didn't know the lethality. He thought it was a wild cat snatching food. .

"It's so serious?! Which hospital are you in?" Chu Han couldn't sit still when he heard that the flesh had been grabbed.

"Di Ling, I'm sorry to make you come here for nothing. My cousin was scratched by my sister-in-law's cat. It's a bit serious. I'll go and have a look and treat you to dinner another day. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, you can go." Di Ling waved his hand.

A sudden accident, no one can predict, it may take a long time.

Before Chu Han left, he settled the bill and hurriedly took a taxi to leave.

As soon as he left, Di Ling was left alone, and many people in the coffee shop were eager to strike up a conversation, but Di Ling seemed really difficult to get close to, which made people daunted.

"Sorry, can I sit down?" A middle-aged man in a shirt and vest asked, "I'm very interested in your paintings."

Di Ling stared at him quietly with dark eyes, "Sit down."

The man handed Di Ling a business card, "I am the owner of Huafeng Real Estate, Yang Xiangjun, and I am usually very interested in collecting antique calligraphy and paintings."

"I want to buy your painting."

Di Ling put away his business card and announced his family name: "Di Ling."

Yang Xiangjun smiled and said, "Good name, are you still a student? Are you studying at a university nearby?"

Di Ling didn't answer his question, and drank coffee calmly. Seeing this, Yang Xiangjun paused with a smile, "How about I offer you two paintings for 5 yuan?"

"I like to collect works of young painters, and I am willing to encourage and support newcomers with potential." Yang Xiangjun said with a loving face.

Di Ling interrupted his high-spirited speech, "How to pay?"

Yang Xiangjun opened his mouth halfway, as if surprised by Di Ling's straightforwardness, "My secretary will transfer the money to your account."

Coming out of the coffee shop, Di Ling's card had an extra 5 yuan, and Yang Xiangjun also successfully obtained Di Ling's contact information, but at this time he didn't know what he bought.