Rely on face to eat [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Mian leaned in front of the Qitian Emperor's seat, feeling very kind to this unusually handsome, yet extraordinarily cold and majestic face.

This is the face of the Immortal Emperor, and also the face of the Demon Lord.

Even though Emperor Qitian told him again and again that Mozun had abandoned his identity as an immortal emperor ten thousand years ago, willing to degenerate into a demon, and was no longer recognized by Dao, so his appearance and name taboos have been erased by the rules.

But Shen Mian still didn't understand, because his eyes could see clearly, whether it was the Immortal Emperor or the Demon Lord, they were all in his eyes.

The system said: [Perhaps because the host is an outsider, so it is not restricted by the rules of this plane. 】

Shen Mian accepted this statement for the time being.

He had already walked in front of the Immortal Emperor at this time, this phantom was as tall and stern as the Demon Venerable, with a majestic and solemn aura, except that the Demon Venerable always wore black brocade shirts, and the hem of the clothes was embroidered with intricate and beautiful flowers from the other side. Gold patterns, while the clothes worn by the Immortal Emperor are exceptionally simple, but noble and compelling silver dragon brocade robes, revealing a solemn and sacred atmosphere.

Shen Mian stretched out her white and delicate fingertips, wanting to touch this familiar but actually stranger's face, her fingertips paused slightly, only touching a touch of icy white light.

He froze for a moment, and said with some disappointment, "Why can you touch me, but I can't touch you?"

Emperor Qitian looked at him and asked, "Do you want to touch this seat?"

Shen Mian frowned, said with a smile: "I want to touch and see how you are different from him."

This question is actually redundant, because the Qitian Emperor Seat and the Demon Lord used to be one body and shared a divine body. Even if it is described as twins, it is not accurate enough, because they are the same person with the same root and the same origin, but they were born in a divine body. Just two different consciousnesses.

If the Qitian Emperor Seat had a physical body, it probably wouldn't feel any different to the touch.

But Emperor Qitian didn't think this question was superfluous. He held the delicate jade fingertips of this human race, slowly attached them to his face, and asked, "What's the difference?"

Sensing the coldness of her fingertips, Shen Mian stroked them slowly, as if she was carefully drawing his handsome outline.

After a while, Shen Mian raised her eyes to look at him, blinked her eyes and said with a smile, "It doesn't seem to be different."

The man looked into his bright eyes that were as bright as stars, and was slightly absent-minded.

He didn't lie to Shen Mian. When he first realized that this human race was an outsider, besides the novelty, he also felt very happy.

He has long been tired of waiting quietly for thousands of years in this boring world, but suddenly a rotten star shines into his eyes, how can he not be happy?

Both happy and want to hold on tightly.

Perhaps, he was influenced by the ontology.

Because Mozun's divine body once belonged to him, when the heart that has been silent for thousands of years beats violently for someone, he will naturally feel it, just as he can easily perceive Ji Changli's emotions and be affected by his emotions generally.

Men do not reject this influence.But he didn't think it was his own emotion.

But now, this inexplicable emotion made him very uncomfortable.Because he had to send the person in front of him to the Demon Lord.

Shen Mian stared at his purple pupils, raised her eyebrows and said, "I am very familiar with your eyes."

The man asked, "What look?"

Shen Mian hooked her fingers towards him, and smiled very slyly: "You are too tall, let me tell you by bending down."

Emperor Qitian paused for a moment, but bent down obediently, Shen Mian whispered in his ear, "You're jealous."

Emperor Qitian frowned.He rarely frowned, which showed that he was already very unhappy.

He is a god, even if he loses his god body, even if his soul is incomplete, he is still a god, the most supreme god in the world, and he will never have the so-called "jealousy" emotion.

This is also the difference between gods and demons.Demons can be jealous, but gods cannot.

"Envy" means that you are in love with someone, you care, and you are angry because you care.

When he saw the boy in the temple being hugged and kissed fiercely by the demon, he was also angry, but it was not his own emotion, it was Ji Changli's anger.

The man's tone is calm, but it is becoming more and more difficult to approach.

"Although this seat has the same appearance as the devil, it is not the devil. The devil is willing to listen to your nonsense, but this seat is not as easy to fool as him."

Shen Mian asked: "You don't believe what I said?"

"Do not believe."

"Do you think I deliberately disturbed your heart?"

"perhaps."

Shen Mian shrugged her shoulders, looked at him with a meaningful smile, and said: "You are the immortal emperor in the world, the Emperor Qitian respected by all the immortals in the heavens, and an ancient god. What you say is naturally the truth. If you say no, then Not really. Since Emperor Zuo is not jealous, why hesitate, you brought me to the Nether River, you probably didn't come here for sightseeing."

He took half a step back and distanced himself from the man.

Emperor Qitian looked at him, only to suddenly feel some discomfort in his chest.

Ignoring this discomfort, he stretched out his long arms, embraced Shen Mian, and stepped into the boundless dark water. There was divine radiance under his feet, and the dark energy couldn't get close to him. He stopped in the middle of the dark water.

Emperor Qitian recited a mantra, and this invisible but calm river suddenly set off turbulent waves. The two of them were surrounded by divine brilliance, so they were not affected, but the cold and dark air was freezing Teeth chatter.

I don't know how long in the past, Emperor Qitian flicked his sleeves suddenly, the dark water returned to calm, and Emperor Qitian had a grape-sized, ice crystal-like stone in his hand.

In all fairness, this is a beautiful stone, transparent, clear and crystal clear, but Shen Mian clearly saw that the air around it quickly condensed into indescribable crystals.

Emperor Qitian looked at him, and said: "This is Ming Jing, formed by the collection of tens of thousands of years of Ming Qi. I said before that I will not let you get hurt, but I just want to use you once."

Shen Mian pulled his lips and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, he said: "Yes, Emperor Zuo said it."

Emperor Qitian looked at him in silence for a moment, pinched his chin, the ice crystal in his palm was quickly wrapped in white light, and then floated into Shenmian's mouth.

There was a sudden cold stabbing pain in the abdomen, and the divine radiance injected by the man obviously had an effect, and the pain was quickly calmed down.

But he knew it was temporary.

Shen Mian's face paled instantly, he forced himself to calm down, looked at this majestic god, and said, "Thank you, Emperor, for your mercy."

Emperor Qitian said: "This seat knows that you are different from everyone in this world. You don't have Ji Changli in your eyes, and you don't have Mozun. Even the immortal emperor who is believed by all people in the world is nothing in your eyes What."

He paused for a moment and said, "The only thing you care about is yourself."

"I care about my own life, what's wrong."

"you're not wrong."

Emperor Qitian said calmly: "I just want to know, if the devil is willing to die for you, will your heart, which is colder than Mingjing, melt a little bit?"

Shen Mian raised her eyes to look at him, and said expressionlessly, "What if he doesn't want to save me."

He was never used to betting his life on others, because the odds of winning were too low, too low.

Emperor Qitian caressed his cheek, that indifferent face at this moment appeared to be extremely loving and gentle, Shen Mian was startled, the handsome face in front of him gradually blurred, and he fell into an invisible abyss.

By the Nether River, the man's tone was as indifferent and calm as before.

"Then, even if my divine power is exhausted, I will rescue Xiao Yu'er."

He is a god, and a god cannot owe favors to mortals, so he will save him.But it seems that besides this reason, there are other, deeper reasons, which he deliberately ignored.

***

This is...the devil world.

The four chief officers were standing in front of the bed, seeing Shen Mian waking up, they all had complicated expressions, Shen Mian often saw in TV dramas, when doctors faced terminally ill patients, they probably had this kind of sympathetic and helpless expression.

He couldn't help curling his lips, and said with a light smile: "Long time no see, four chief ministers."

In fact, for the demons, their lives are long, but one year is not a long time at all, but Shen Mian's greetings, they have no choice but to say hello.

One of the old men asked, "How does your son feel?"

Shen Mian said: "It's okay, but there is a faint chill in the abdomen, which is not very comfortable."

The few people looked at each other for a while, and said after deliberation: "Perhaps... Xu is suffering from the cold, and he can recover after a few days of recuperation."

Shen Mian nodded, and asked again: "Where is Your Majesty at this time?"

"Your Majesty was injured before and is recuperating in retreat, but the news of the young master's arrival has already been conveyed by Ming Crow, and he will leave the retreat in the near future."

Just as Shen Mian lifted the quilt and sat up, she paused and asked, "Is your lord's injury serious?"

"My lord should know that there is an old disease in your body, which will cause the power to weaken. This time, his devil energy is exhausted too much, and it is not life-threatening, but it will take a long time to recover."

"Give me my lord, my blood can help him recover."

Those chief ministers looked at me and I looked at you, and finally one of them said directly in a hurry: "Young master, now your blood is not good for your lord, but may be harmful. Nether qi, even if it is born with flaming qi to protect the body, it can't stand the cold qi invading Yuangen, I'm afraid..."

In the middle of his speech, he was interrupted by several other people, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

Shen Mian said: "Secretary, please tell me clearly, my body is full of dark energy, am I not going to live long?"

His tone was very ordinary, as if he was not asking about life-threatening matters, but about the weather today.

The few people looked at each other in blank dismay, but couldn't make an accurate statement.

Shen Mian nodded slightly, "I understand."

Sending off the four chief ministers, he walked out along the Mo Qing corridor outside the East Hall, surrounded by hundreds of purple crows all the way, not as noisy as before when he was beside Shen Mian, but very Quiet.

He stopped suddenly, not knowing where he was going.

The group of purple crows around him suddenly seemed to fly around, and dropped a few pieces of purple and black feathers. Shen Mian reached out to catch it, but was suddenly held by someone's slender wrist.

It was an extraordinarily broad palm, and Shen Mian's wrist looked extraordinarily slender and fragile in his palm, like a jade bamboo carved from jade fat, which could be easily broken.

The man's strong arms around his waist, the man embraced him from behind, Shen Mian was stunned, but he heard the calm but eager voice of the man in his ears, calling: "Xiao Yuer .”

Shen Mian pursed her vermilion lips slightly, no emotion could be seen on her delicate and fair face, a pimple formed between his brows, and he said, "Your Majesty is late."

The man tightened his arms.

Shen Mian said: "Did Ziya tell you that I am going to die soon."

The man picked up the slender human race youth horizontally, wrapped it in his arms, and said seriously: "I won't let Xiao Yu'er die."

Shen Mian said: "Do you know who fed me the Mingjing?"

"I know."

Shen Mian put her arms around Mozun's shoulders, leaned her head on his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die either."

The Mozun fell silent, he didn't know how to make the human race in his arms no longer frown, no longer sad.

When he was in distress, the boy in his arms had already climbed his shoulders, and the soft powder petals carried light fragrance, gently pecking his lips.

"Let's do it? I'm not even afraid of death, why should I be afraid of pain?"