The painful burning heat formed a huge force, and the moment it formed a mark on the chest, it was like a hammer hitting it hard. Incredibly, Yang Fei was able to move!
He quickly straightened up on the hospital bed, his eyes resting on the only white mouse left in the room.
Familiar: Mia Uzbank
Gender:female
Age: Insufficient skills, the familiar refuses to provide
Due to insufficient skills, the familiar with the above skills refuses to provide valid information.
"...get out of here."
Yang Fei said in a cold voice: "I don't need a familiar, let alone a dirty mouse. Go back to where you came from!"
"Squeak~!!" The white mouse turned around quite arrogantly and jumped out of the bed.
"Wait!"
The white mouse turned its head in confusion.
"Tell your master not to provoke me again!"
"..." The white mouse stared at him angrily and left quickly.
Yang Fei lifted up his clothes and frowned while looking at the twisted marks of the flames. He couldn't get rid of this. It was obviously a sign of some evil organization. But if he couldn't get rid of it...if he couldn't get rid of it, he definitely couldn't let others see it.
He jumped off the bed and opened the door, staring at an isolated point on the map in the upper left corner with some hesitation.
What should he do? Should he tell this matter? Tell Mo Huijun...? No, she will definitely make the matter bigger...You have to tell your sister first and stop contacting those dangerous dirty rats!
Yang Fei took two steps outside but suddenly stopped... Where does Fei'er live!!?
A kind of speechless depression instantly filled his heart, and the long-term unfavorable situation even made Yang Fei a little angry.
"...Why are you outside the door?"
Mo Huijun suddenly appeared in the corridor carrying a basket, looking very much like a young daughter-in-law delivering food to her husband in the field after a wedding.
After all, it’s early morning...
Yang Fei smiled and said: "The food you made is so delicious. I can't eat it even though I'm lying on the bed so close. I want to eat it so much~~ I want to eat it so much~~~ I can move without even realizing it~!"
"Glib tongue!"
Mo Huijun happily took out a sandwich from the basket, handed it to Yang Fei and said:
"These quack doctors from another world told me that the disorder of magic power in your body is a big trouble. It is the level of obsession in martial arts novels. You will never be able to move for a week. You can't even walk on the ground like you."
Half a month later. I didn’t expect you to be able to walk away casually after just waking up for a day. How do you feel? Have you really recovered? "
The hungry Yang Fei grabbed the sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth, choking on his chest.
Mo Huijun looked a little distressed and quickly took out the soup bowl from the basket.
"The water for making soup is low...there is only one and a half bowls, so I only brought one bowl."
Yang Fei shook his head and said not to care, directly reached out for the basket, sat down with his back against the wall and ate.
"...I want to tell you something." Mo Huijun sat next to him and said hesitantly: "I know you have just recovered and may not have fully recovered yet, but..."
Yang Fei listened and did not answer. Mo Huijun continued: "The thing is like this. According to the solar terms of the other world, autumn has ended, winter has arrived, and in one month it will be the winter festival of the other world. We brave men
There is a ceremony at the palace to bless the king, but not everyone can go and we need to elect representatives to represent all of us."
Yang Fei's throat became dry after eating, so he quickly returned to the house, took out the kettle, drank, and asked, "What does this have to do with me?"
"There are four quotas. I will occupy one as the honorary leader, and the remaining three will be decided through competition."
"In other words, you, Xing Jun, and Tang Xian occupy three quotas. Is there one quota left?"
"As long as you are willing to work hard, the hope is great!" Mo Huijun said excitedly: "You have defeated Ding Dong. Judging by Ding Dong's strength, as long as you perform steadily, the probability of getting the last place is about 100%.
Fifty-five and above."
"Hahaha!" Yang Fei laughed: "Is the probability of success only half?"
"More than half!" Mo Huijun corrected seriously: "There are so many sure things in the world. The remaining 45% can be filled in with hard work and sweat!"
"good!"
"Okay?" Mo Huijun couldn't believe it, that Yang Fei, who was trying to push back and block everything, could be so decisive.
"Aren't you going to ask for other conditions? Are you going to ask me to use unfair means to match you with a weaker opponent?"
"No, no, no." Yang Fei looked at the "difficulty in casting" status that disappeared from his status bar. "If it were me now...even against Xing Jun, it shouldn't be a problem."
"Oh my god..." Mo Huijun opened her mouth wide.
"Yang Fei, don't move for now. I'm going to call the doctor. It's broken. It's over now. Yang Fei's head is completely broken!"
Yang Fei looked at Mo Huijun who disappeared at the door, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Zoom in the map~Zoom in~...Okay, the shortest way to the martial arts arena."
………………
In the far west of the continent, the place where the first generation of brave men defeated the Demon King is the site of the original "Demon King's City".
To say it is a city is to overestimate the construction capabilities of the demons. This is the highest stone mountain in the "Demon Crying Territory". As a symbol of status, all the powerful demons of the past generations settled here until the birth of the first generation of demon kings.
The first demon king ordered his lowly demon servants to hollow out the entire stone mountain, turning it into a natural fortress. It was safe but not beautiful. The overbearing self-proclaimed king was still not satisfied after taking control of the mountain. He conquered everywhere and followed his will.
Those who go against it will live, those who go against it will perish. Unify all the demons, announce the birth of a unified demon race, integrate all the demons and expand outside the Demon Crying Territory.
Although they failed in the end, all the powerful demon warriors were lost in a short period of time, and the Demon Crying Territory was renamed the "Demon Sealing Territory" by the victorious humans, but in the hearts of every weak and weak demon clan that survived, there was a story about the powerful
The glory of the demon clan.
The first-generation demon king may have killed many people and done many wrong things, but he did what no predecessor could do. He led the entire demon clan to conquer half of the world. He is the hero in the hearts of all demon clans!
"……hero."
The contemporary demon king looked up at the sky covered with dark clouds. Ever since he became a quasi-demon king, this thing called the "magic nebula" by the witches has firmly occupied a radius of dozens of miles above his head, and he can no longer see it in his field of vision.
The sky is blue.
"Kris the Lich King!"
The contemporary demon king asked to the side: "What was the first generation of demon kings five hundred years ago like?"
Lich King Chris was helpless. If he couldn't defeat him, why would he give up the "luxurious" residence of Demon King City and bow down to him?
"Your Majesty, the first-generation Demon King is a purebred high-level demon race, and his appearance is naturally very different from yours."
"How presumptuous! Do you want to slander His Majesty's bloodline?"
Spider Queen Lilith on the side was furious. "How dare you talk to His Majesty like this!"
Lich King Chris and Spider Queen Lilith are the only two great monsters under the contemporary Demon King. Although they are both called kings, there is still a big gap in strength between them.
The blue soul fire flourished inside the withered bones under Lich Chris's robe.
"Dirty bug, how dare you talk to me like this!?"
The other party's contemptuous gestures and words distorted the Spider Queen's delicate face, and her eight-legged insect belly under her human body also adjusted its posture, ready to pounce on this arrogant old immortal at any time.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!..." At the tense moment, the devil burst into laughter.
The loud laughter shook the entire Demonic Castle, and the Lich King and Spider Queen stopped immediately upon seeing this.
The Demon King said kindly: "Senior Chris is an old man who has existed for more than five hundred years. As a human being and a partner of the brave, he has fought against the first generation many times. He is the one who knows the first generation best among all of us.
It’s not an exaggeration.”
After saying that, he slowly looked at his body: pure-blooded demons are all within two meters in size, and as a low-level demon, his body had already reached seven meters in adulthood. Later, he followed the witch's guidance and started from the defeated opponent.
He took advantageous parts from his body and turned into a ten-meter fusion beast with a bull's head, a bear's body, devil's bat wings, a left ape arm, a right tiger's claw, cow's legs and hooves, and a dragon's tail.
So strictly speaking, he is not even a demon.
"It is true that I am not as heroic as the first generation... But in terms of strength alone..." The Demon King asked seriously: "Compared with the first generation Demon King, who is stronger and weaker?"
The Lich King's blue soul fire trembled violently, and then became stable again.
The Lich King looked up at the sky covered by the magic nebula and felt helpless: "Even if the first-generation Demon King and the first-generation hero join forces, I'm afraid they may not be your opponent. It's really unbelievable... Since you have such divine power, why are you still there?
Aren’t you going to leave the Demon-Sealing Territory to unify the world?”
"Because the time has not come." The devil answered him decisively.
The Demon King looked past the two surrendered demons and stayed in the darkness, where the witch who initially followed him and never left him nodded affirmatively at him.
"Success is doing the right thing at the right time. The signs of victory have not yet appeared, and the time has not yet come."