Whenever he thought of how he swallowed Qing Lan, he felt a surge of regret in his chest.
Then, he thought of how Qing Lan said with a relaxed expression that it was just one of his thousands of remnant souls. In the eyes of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, Qinglan's relaxed and apologetic eyes seemed to be mocking him.
It was as if he was saying …
Don't think too much. I just encountered a shackle and dispersed thousands of remnant souls to comprehend life. You are just a plaything to comprehend life.
I didn't expect it to bother you for so long. I'm really sorry!
What a joke!
Just like that, he, the dignified Demon Lord, felt remorseful for ten thousand years. After that, Qing Lan's existence was buried deep in his heart like a taboo, not daring to touch him.
It was really not worth it!
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord glared at Qing Lan, as if he wanted to vent his anger by staring at her.
He looked at Qing Lan's calm eyes with the most resentment. But the more indifferent he was, the more the Thousand Faced Demon Lord could not vent his anger.
What was he so upset about!
What was he blaming himself for!
What was he repenting for!
Wasn't it just a remnant soul? How could it be worth ten thousand years!
Little did he know that the indifference in Qing Lan's eyes did not mean that he was calm in his heart.
This made Qing Lan involuntarily think of ten thousand years ago, when he had just saved the Thousand Faced Demon Lord. Before the Thousand Faced Demon Lord transformed, he always liked to look at him.
At that time, the Demon Lord was still a green snake, and his eyes were clear.
Those eyes showed his gratitude. At that time, he knew how to be grateful. Although he was also a snake, he could not feel his snake nature. At least … he was not so cold-blooded.
The Demon Lord still a green snake liked to follow behind Qing Lan. No matter where Qing Lan went, there would always be a small green snake following him carefully through the grass. When he really could not keep up, he would obediently return to the wooden hut and climb onto the stone in front of the hut to wait bitterly.
When he saw Qing Lan return, his eyes would be filled with joy, and he would use his tender snake tongue to lick Qing Lan's hand.
Precisely because of this, Qing Lan liked this green snake that he saved by chance even more. Although he had never married, he treated this green snake like a father without a teacher.
He liked to look at the green snake's clear eyes, and the green snake also liked to express his gratitude by looking at him.
They continued to stare at each other …
However, when they looked at each other, there was no longer the same feeling as before. Now, the Yao Jun's eyes were filled with hostility. His green eyes revealed the innate cold-bloodedness of snakes.
In the end, it still changed!
Or rather, Qing Lan knew that since the green snake swallowed him when he was heavily injured.
The Green Snake was no longer the Green Snake from before!
He was the king of snakes, the Dusk Snake, a cold-blooded fellow who wanted to trample over corpses to achieve his hegemony.
"Little …"
Qing Lan subconsciously wanted to call out Yao Jun's pet name when he was still a little green snake, but she swallowed the words as soon as she opened her mouth.
This was none other than Little Qing of the past. He was the Demon Race's Thousand-Faced Demon Lord.
In the end, Demon Lord Qing Lan could only look at the familiar face of the Demon Lord indifferently and said.
"You can leave."
"What? Are you telling me to leave? " The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord smiled blankly. "Shouldn't you be here to take my life? Could it be that you've realized your mistake and want to make up for it … Let me tell you, I don't need it." "Brat, what the hell are you talking about?" Even with Qing Lan suppressing him, Cang Xiong still could not control his fiery temper. "What does Brother Qing Lan owe you? He saved your life and treated you as his own. He taught you martial techniques and Dharmic Daoist arts, and wished you good luck in improving your cultivation. In the end, you took advantage of his absence to search for medicinal herbs for you.
When you were heavily injured, you swallowed him and sucked away his Spirit Qi essence. It's fine if you don't repent, but you're saying that Brother Qing Lan was wrong? He was wrong. He shouldn't have saved an ungrateful thing like you. Indeed, there are no good people in the snake race! "
"Whatever you say." The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord ignored Cang Xiong and stared straight at Qing Lan. "I definitely can't leave. I went through so much to get here, but I'm leaving just because you want me to leave. Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?"
"Ha …"
Qing Lan let out a deep breath. Cang Xiong's heart trembled when he heard this sigh.
He and Qing Lan had known each other for ten thousand years, and Qing Lan had always been a good-tempered elder brother. Whether it was him, who had a particularly bad temper at the beginning, or the thorn-like firebird, Qing Lan had always tolerated them.
At this moment, this long sigh really made Qing Lan's heart ache!
"Brother, I'll kill this beast for you!" Cang Xiong suddenly took a step forward. He did not know if it was an illusion, but when he took this step, the ground shook a few times.
"Are you really not leaving?" Qing Lan asked again.
"Are you threatening me?" The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's eyes flashed with disdain. "I'm no longer that little green snake in your hands that's like a toy. Do you think you can scare me? Do you think this brainless brute beside you can do anything to me? "
"You brat …" Cang Xiong suppressed his anger and did not speak. It was still up to Qing Lan to make a move.
"You want the fortune inside, don't you? You're not fated with it. The moment you entered, you should have known that this place is brimming with the five elements. You should also know that the fortune inside isn't something you can touch, "said Qing Lan.
"I understand now."
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord smiled in understanding. Of course, this wasn't a sudden realization. "I'm still wondering how you got here. Based on what you're saying and that brat Ye Zichen's weapon …. You're a yao from the Yao-Sealing Pagoda, aren't you? Speaking of which, you're quite pitiful. You sought to transcend your shackles, but in the end, you became someone else's pet. Hahaha, it seems you're even more pitiful than me!
A pet from the Yao-Sealing Pagoda? A pet of the Yao-Sealing Pagoda? Tch tch, if I kill Ye Zichen and take the Yao-Sealing Pagoda, you'll become my pet. But as a pet, you'll definitely do everything in your power to protect your master! "
Qing Lan shook his head, looked up at the sky, and blinked a few times. His eyes were filled with regret and a few tears.
He silently took a few steps back. Cang Xiong instantly understood. He used his body to block Qing Lan and the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's line of sight. His bones creaked.
He had long found this ungrateful bastard an eyesore!
"Brat, your courage is commendable! You're the first person who's ever dared speak to me like that. " Cang Xiong's fist-sized eyes glared at the Thousand-faced Demon Lord. White heat waves could be seen coming out of his nostrils as he panted. "You'll know if I can do anything to you after you try."
In an instant, Cang Xiong was like a small mountain moving toward the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord.
It seemed what he'd sensed earlier wasn't an illusion. Cang Xiong's every step caused the ground to tremble.
He grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and slammed into the Demon Lord with an Iron Mountain Lean.
There were no accidents. Just like the first scene, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord turned into a cannonball and crashed into the wall. Cang Xiong did the same thing as before. He stomped his right foot on the ground and crashed into the Thousand-faced Demon Lord, who was sent flying.
Qing Lan stood in the distance and watched all of this quietly. If one were to look closely at his eyes, they would discover that there was regret and pain in his eyes. He still had feelings for the Demon Lord. Perhaps during those hundreds of years, he really treated the Demon Lord as his own child.
However, he didn't stop Cang Xiong this time because there was really no need to!
Loud booms rang out incessantly. The space under the secret passage was now shrouded in dust. The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord smashed into the wall, creating a huge crack. All the bones in its body were broken. It seemed like only a layer of skin was left on the Demon Lord's body.
Cang Xiong gripped the Demon Lord's head tightly. This time, he didn't use his fist. Instead, he wanted to crush the Demon Lord's head with his hand.
However, at this moment, the space around Cang Xiong suddenly froze.
It was as if the space around him was restraining him. He narrowed his eyes and waved his hand in the air. The sound of glass shattering reverberated in the air.
"You dare to play with your domain in front of me? Are you qualified?!"
However, by the time he came to his senses, the Demon Lord had already left his hand. A layer of skin was shed from its body, and a new skin was put on. In an instant, the Demon Lord was reborn.
"Interesting!"
Cang Xiong grinned and let the Demon Lord shed its skin in front of him. He didn't do anything to stop it.
After the Demon Lord put on the new skin, Cang Xiong instantly turned into a shadow and appeared in front of the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord didn't expect Cang Xiong to move so quickly. Before it could resist, Cang Xiong grabbed its neck.
"Shed your skin. I want to see how many layers you have!"
Cang Xiong's fist smashed into the Demon Lord's bones. After that, Cang Xiong didn't kill it. Instead, he waited for the Demon Lord to shed its skin, be reborn, shed its skin, and be reborn …
The Demon Lord said that it was Qing Lan's plaything when it was young. Now, it seemed that the adult Demon Lord had become Cang Xiong's plaything.
"Shed my skin? I haven't had enough fun yet. Aren't you good at shedding your skin? I want to see how long you can play with me. "
Cang Xiong narrowed his eyes and looked at the Demon Lord he had thrown against the wall. Even though the Demon Lord was dying, Cang Xiong didn't want to kill it.
He wanted to slowly torture the Demon Lord and make it wish it was dead. He wanted to get revenge for Brother Qing Lan.
"What are you so arrogant about? Aren't you just a pet in the Yao-Subduing Tower?" The Demon Lord narrowed its eyes and smiled. "I just wanted to test your strength and let you take advantage of me. Do you really think you're a tyrant?"
The paper-like Demon Lord smiled indifferently. Suddenly, waves of spiritual energy appeared in the surrounding space.
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