Liu Qing showed a sudden enlightenment, raised his thumbs up fiercely, and said with respect: "It's still wise to the master!"

Chen Chen smiled hoarsely and shook his head and said, "This was the case in the past, but it is still the case now. If you only know how to flatter, it may be difficult to gain more trust and attention from her."

"Isn't you still have a master?" Liu Qing said flatteringly.

Chen Chen didn't know what he thought of, smiled faintly and said, "I am no longer the same as I used to be. Now I am also a clay Buddha who crosses the river and cannot protect himself. Maybe he will rely on you, Lord Liuqing in the future."

Liu Qing immediately showed a look of panic, almost kneeling down, and said in panic: "Master, everything Liu Qing is given by the Master. Whether in the past or present, Liu Qing has only one master, that is you-"

"Okay." Chen Chen waved his hand and said lightly: "Do what you should do. Her cultivation and ability are getting stronger and stronger. To be safe, we will rarely meet in the future. You can do many things by yourself."

"Yes." Liu Qing nodded solemnly.

Chen Chen didn't say anything else, put on his hood again, and then his figure was covered with black fog again.

The black shadow moved and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Liu Qing stood there for a few seconds before he lay back on the recliner and closed his eyes.

His breath was long, and only his slightly turned eyes showed his inner uneasiness.

I don’t know where I saw a sentence in which year.

——Everyone is a chess piece cast by God in this world.

Since he was very young, Liu Qing had already understood his identity as a "chess piece". He also understood that he was just one of the "chess piece" that Chen Chen casually arranged.

The two words Chen Chen, in his world of vagueness, represent to some extent the heaven.

That day, in front of everyone, he knelt down to Xi Mengyan, who was possessed by the demon son Yuanling, and shouted flatteringly, "I am willing to join the demon clan and be a slave to the demon clan forever."... He thought that he had already escaped his fate as a "chess piece".

However, Liu Qing never expected that even though he had already escaped to the Beast King Star and to the mortal enemy camp of humans, he would still meet Chen Chen!

At the beginning, he naturally didn't believe that King Drought would be Chen Chen, but through some dialogue, he believed it.

Because there are some things that no third person except him and Chen Chen will definitely not know.

So he accepted his destiny again, bent down again, and called Chen Chen the master.

However, he still couldn't figure out some things.

For example, Chen Chen is obviously a human, so why did he transform into the demon king of the drought?

Chen Chen, who can change between people and demons, has become more terrifying and unpredictable in Liu Qing's eyes than before.

At the same time, he had a vague expectation in his heart. Under the leadership of his master, what kind of excitement will be in his future?

...

Liu Qing would not have thought that Chen Chen could not understand why his Nascent Soul was attracted by the King of Drought and successfully entered his spiritual world. The two spirits with completely different races were actually integrated into one?

For Chen Chen, the feeling of becoming the King of Drought is not only inexplicable, but also insanely painful.

Because, gradually, some pictures flashed in his mind and some things came to mind.

Some things that once made him rather close and tamper with his memory than forget.

Maybe, time has come.

What you should face is still to face.

However, that's what it means, but...

Thinking that he was hated by Shu Qing and wanted to kill him quickly, Chen Chen still couldn't help but feel a deep tearing pain in his chest, and his mood was even more chaotic and confused.

He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. If he saw Shu Qing again one day, what should he say?

For example, long time no see?

For example, my name is Zhuang Han?

Whenever I think of these things, Chen Chen... or Zhuang Han, his heart feels like a needle prick.

During this period, he recalled the past again and again like almost self-abuse, and recalled the little things that happened in the long period of time when he forgot his true identity.

There was bitterness and... regret in his heart.

The initial mistakes came from jealousy and self-righteousness.

If I hadn't attacked Chen Chen... everything might have been different.

However, Zhuang Han still clearly realized that he, who had already reached this point, had no choice to retreat.

No one can stop him from living.

With this feeling, he walked into the depths of the mansion where he lived again-

In the eyes of other demon kings, King Hanba is undoubtedly a very "vanguard" monster, because he is the first demon king to imitate the mansion style of demon slave Liuqing.

No one can guess the deeper meaning behind this little thing.

Entering the bedroom, Zhuang Han opened the lid of a half-person-high round stone altar, and a strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of herbs immediately emanated from the altar.

He picked up a long-handled spoon hanging on the edge of the jar, leaned into the stone altar, and then scooped out a spoonful of bright red and sticky liquid.

He reached the spoon to his mouth and slowly and without wasting all the liquid inside.

It was like an old alcoholic drinking wine. A faint rosy appeared on Zhuang Han's originally pale face, and a blood-colored light flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a deep disgust.

After drinking three spoons in a row, Zhuang Han put the spoon and sealed the stone altar again. Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, murmured in his heart: "Strange, I only attacked and killed one demon king, but why did the other two demon kings disappear?"

"The remaining flesh and blood must be eaten as soon as possible. Xi Mengyan's talent is becoming stronger and stronger. Over time, it is likely to be noticed..."

If any other demon king heard these two sentences, he would be extremely shocked.

Among the three missing demon kings, one of them was killed by King Drought!

And the dead demon king... is in the stone altar!

If you have a choice, Zhuang Han naturally would not do such a thing that would make him doomed if he takes a wrong step.

However, there was a problem with his body.

Although he was integrated into one with King Drought Ba, there was a slight deviation in the end, which made the body gradually repel his consciousness... If Ning Chen knew the problems facing Zhuang Han, he would probably feel like he was sympathetic.

Zhuang Han felt more and more that if he didn't do anything, sooner or later, his consciousness would be completely repelled from this body. At that time, there would be no physical body in this world for him to occupy, and the only end of the soul was scattered.

Soon, Zhuang Han discovered that the opportunity to resolve this crisis was the drought-bay body he now has.

By sucking blood, the body's rejection can be relieved.

In the continuous secret attempts, Zhuang Han discovered that although the blood of low-level monsters can alleviate the situation he faces, the effect time is very short. The higher the blood of the monsters, the longer the time it takes to relieve the situation.

So, from the demon soldier to the demon general, from the demon general to the demon man, and finally to the demon king!

The murdered demon king had a good relationship with King Drought during his lifetime, so he never dreamed that King Drought would suddenly attack him.

And this is exactly the "second possibility" mentioned by the Nine-Tail King.

As for whether the other two demon kings were alive or dead, and who was attacked by them, even Zhuang Han was confused and had no clue.

However, no matter how in chaos the demon clan is, as long as the other party does not focus on him, it doesn't matter to Zhuang Han. Although he is now a drought-bat body, he still thinks he is a human at heart.

Therefore, when he was drinking the blood of the demon king, he showed disgust.

Not only is he disgusted with blood drinking, but he is also disgusted with the fact that he will feel happy because of blood drinking.

"Alien powerhouse...Xiso...Magic weapons...Ban Ming...Formation...Chasing..."

Clues emerged in my mind, and various possibilities were constantly analyzing and appearing. Zhuang Han vaguely grasped something, and his eyes gradually became brighter.

...

On the Beast Lord, there is a tropical jungle where only the lower demon races choose to live.

"roar!"

By the small lake, a low-level demon clan as huge as a mammoth suddenly opened his eyes while sleeping and let out a painful roar.

And the roar was only halfway through, and it stopped abruptly like a string breaking.

With a thud, a beast claw with sharp nails stretched out from the abdomen of the demon clan, and a stroke downwards was as easy as cutting paper with scissors.

Then, a strange demon clan crawled out of the belly of the dead demon clan.

The reason why it is said to be weird is that this demon tribe actually wears human clothes. Although they are torn, they are indeed the clothes.

Among the demon clan, even if it is the demon king, no one will wear clothes except the King of Droughtball who does not like sunshine.

And on the neck of this demon clan, a small gourd-shaped pendant swayed slightly, and a purple light flashed in the sunlight.

"Hehe...hehe...I'm not dead."

The demon clan made a crazy laugh in his throat, and his mouth was grinning and a sharp teeth as sharp as jagged. His green vertical pupils turned slightly, and suddenly opened his mouth and his slender tongue shot out, piercing the head of a low-level demon clan with a terrifying look in his eyes that was drinking water not far away.

With a snoring, the brains of the lower-class demon clan were sucked clean.

In the eyes of the weird demons, it was just as natural as if he had a sip of water. He withdrew his tongue, moved his neck, and then stood slowly, and his spine was slowly straightened.

A crackling sound of bones sounded.

He looked at his body.

It still had a long black hair covering the eyes, which had already covered the whole body, and the scales had disappeared, replaced by skin as hard as tortoise shells. Its body size became thinner, with thick legs, only three thick toes, with webbed in the middle, and at the tail vertebrae, a tail thicker than the arm grew, like a dragon's tail.
To be continued...