The thin fish fillet melts in your mouth, and the spicy taste complements the deliciousness of the fish. A light touch with the taste buds transforms into countless beautiful feelings. And because this kind of beauty is unique to the Saint, no one else dares to taste it, so this is
This kind of beauty lies not only in the deliciousness of the fish itself, but also in the excitement of tasting forbidden tastes.
The deliciousness of the fish and the pungent stimulation jointly delighted every nerve in Shen Lang's heart, leaving him wanting more and even making him forget that he had offended the person he should not offend the most.
"It seems that you are really not afraid of death." Leng Yanji looked at him coldly. There was no angry or ferocious expression on her beautiful face, but only an undisguised disgust.
"Haha, the saint is joking. How can there be anyone in the world who is not afraid of death?" Shen Lang said with a smile: "But at least you won't kill me now, right?"
After saying this, his eyes fell on the spicy and sour fish again, thinking that he had already used his chopsticks just now. With Leng Yanji's mysophobia, I was afraid that he would never take another bite of such a delicious fish.
Wouldn't it be too wasteful to throw away the chopsticks just because someone else touched them? Since she no longer knows how to eat, why doesn't the young man eat?
Thinking of this, he moved his chopsticks again, not caring about Leng Yanji's murderous look, picked up the fish fillets again and chewed them carefully, and kept tutting in his mouth: "Hmm! It's really good."
, it’s also really delicious.
Both Kui Wu Shura and Du E Shura looked at Shen Lang in shock. They had killed many people in their lives and knew many people.
However, no matter whether it is the people I have killed or the people I know, there has never been anyone as bold as Shen Lang, as free and easy as Shen Lang.
It is true that they will not kill Shen Lang for the time being, but so what? After all, he has fallen into the hands of the enemy, and his life and death are also in the hands of others. What confidence does he have to be so free and easy?
Regarding the issue of life and death, Shen Lang looked at it very lightly, and more importantly, he saw it very clearly.
From the moment he woke up in the woodshed, Shen Lang thought about many things. Leng Yanji's main purpose was to obtain the Demon Lord's inheritance. The door to the Demon World that was opened did not only require the demon blood in his body,
Four other Demon Lord Tokens are also required.
At this time, three of the four tokens of magic have been obtained, but they have not obtained the Netherworld Fire Diamond. The four tokens have not been completely collected, and they cannot open the door to the demon world now. Therefore, the demon blood in his body is still there for the time being.
No use.
In other words, as long as Leng Yanji does not get the Nether Fire Diamond, his life is safe.
Moreover, when he was among the ancient tribes in the wilderness, Shen Lang had already obtained some information and knew that the Netherworld Fire Diamond was hidden in the Donghai County area of the southern continent.
At this time, although Shen Lang did not know his exact location, he roughly calculated that he was in the southern coastal area, most likely near Donghai County, or had already arrived in Donghai County.
Presumably the saint's purpose is to get the Netherworld Fire Diamond in Donghai County.
However, wanting to get the Netherworld Fire Drill and actually getting the Netherworld Fire Drill are completely different things. The scope of Donghai County is not small. Who knows where a small blue crystal stone will be? Who knows?
How long will it take to find the gem, and how many changes will occur?
Therefore, in Shen Lang's view, not only will he not die for the time being, but he may not die one day in the distant future. Since the issue of life and death is still so far away, why should he worry about it?
Leng Yanji looked at Shen Lang's leisurely and contented look and wanted to stab him to death with one finger. But as Shen Lang said before, she still couldn't kill this guy for the time being.
And since he couldn't kill, it would be boring to hurt him. Because in her eyes, it would be boring to do anything without the purpose of killing.
More importantly, she understood that to deal with a ruthless person like Shen Lang with a strong heart, physical pain alone was not enough to defeat him. Therefore, competing against him was not only boring, but also made her feel uncomfortable.
Not fun.
"I know you are very smart, and you may have thought through many things, so you are so unscrupulous. But I must remind you that what you think is just what you think. In fact, you have no control over where your fate will go."
Physical pain is not enough to defeat a strong person, so Leng Yanji hopes to defeat Shen Lang psychologically, so she puts down her chopsticks and continues: "I can't control my destiny, but I think I can be unscrupulous. This is undoubtedly
It seems very ridiculous and pitiful.”
"Everyone has his destiny, which is determined by heaven and cannot be controlled by human beings." Shen Lang laughed and continued holding the fish fillets and said: "However, where destiny should go is a matter of fate. But after all, we can face it leisurely and contentedly.
Or sighing with a sad face, these are my own choices, and even fate cannot control them."
Leng Yanji frowned slightly, never expecting that Shen Lang's answer would be so free and easy, and so impeccable.
Shen Lang chewed the delicious fish fillets and continued: "For example, the fate of the prisoners should not be qualified to eat at the table, let alone compete with the saint to eat fish fillets. But in fact, I am very full now, and you are watching
Eat with me."
Leng Yanji became angry in vain. She thought that no one could maintain calm in front of such a bold and shameless guy. So in an angry mood, she revealed more information to Shen Lang.
"You know nothing about the truth. You will definitely die within ten days."
Shen Lang finally paused while holding the fish fillets. He indeed still didn't understand many things, and he couldn't be sure of the saint's true thoughts.
But how did the saint know his true thoughts?
I recall that when the Demon Lord left a legacy, he would be extremely cautious in leaving behind a piece of insurance.
So, if he cherishes his life as much as he does, how could he not leave himself a trump card when he knows that following the saint will inevitably lead to a path of no return?
"I will die in ten days? Then I will just wait for death." Shen Lang said nonchalantly.
At this time, the soft sunlight shines on everyone in the old hall through the doors and windows, making the atmosphere in the room much warmer.
Du Er Shura glanced at the sky outside the window and said: "Previously, the breath of the Taoist Demonic Skill must have spread far away. The righteous monks are all a group of guys with noses as sharp as dogs. If they are found by some people, no matter how big or small they are,
Excuse me, why not leave early?"
After hearing the words, everyone stood up together. Leng Yanji was silent and put on the black card again. Her tall girl's figure and long black hair were hidden under the black robe. She rejected all the light and only put on her black robe.
Keep the darkness to yourself.
Kuiwu Shura was also doing similar things at the same time. No matter how powerful they were, their identities would never be revealed.
But what Shen Lang didn't understand was that if he wanted to keep a low profile and hide his identity, wouldn't it be more conspicuous to wear a black robe in broad daylight?
Later, he saw the people's more stern and determined expressions after putting on black robes, and suddenly he began to understand. They were not trying to hide their identities at all, or deliberately dressing up like men in black to do something shady.