The Demon Lord invites the two of you in. After a while, the soldier walked back and said indifferently, as if the two people in front of him were just ordinary guests. Then, he turned around and went about his own business.
Do you think the Demon Lord will find out that we are imposters? Lin Duwu suddenly revealed a bright smile: If the two of us really died here, would you regret it?
What would I regret? Song Junwen smiled faintly: What kind of person is the Demon Lord? Ordinary people might not even see him once in five thousand lifetimes. Now that you, little girl, can see the true appearance of the Demon Lord thanks to me, what is there to be dissatisfied about?
Lin Duwu laughed heartily, and there was no shyness or fear in her tone: Let's go and meet this Demon Lord. He might even be a very handsome guy.
Song Junwen rolled his eyes speechlessly and said: Alright, alright, alright. You're right. Let's go in and take a look.
Frankly speaking, this place was no different from the place where the army was stationed. It was just that it gave off a gloomy and strange feeling. But now that the ancient martial world had been completely polluted by demonic aura, this gloomy and strange feeling was actually nothing.
What really shocked the two of them was that the legendary Demon Lord was actually a little boy the size of a buttocks! This little boy was even wearing a black one-eyed mask, and looked like a ruffian. The most eye-catching features were his long hair and evil red eyes, which matched the two's impression.
You're the Demon Lord? Lin Duwu felt that her view of the world was about to be overturned. How could the legendary Demon Lord be such a little boy? This was too different from what she had expected. It was not that she couldn't accept an old man or an old woman in their seventies or eighties. However, the legendary Demon Lord, who was said to be all-powerful in several large dimensions, was actually a little boy. Furthermore, his age was definitely not more than five years old. What was she supposed to do?
Why, did I not look like him? The little boy rolled his eyes and said: What do you think the Demon Lord should look like?
I don't doubt that you're the Demon Lord at all. Song Junwen smiled and said: After all, the demonic energy in your body that seems to be able to completely destroy all life in this dimension in the blink of an eye isn't something that just anyone can have.
Looks like you're slightly more perceptive. The Honor Demon faintly smiled. Then, he spoke with melancholy, 'Actually, I don't really understand why I look like a little kid. But, it's not a big deal.'
Lord Demon Lord, this is a little too forceful. Your expression has already betrayed your true thoughts. Why do you still need to forcefully conceal them?
Lin Duwu didn't pay much attention to the legendary Lord Demon Sovereign. Instead, she mocked. I have to say, this image of a shota is very much to Miss Lin Duwu's liking. Her previous fear of the Demon Sovereign also disappeared beyond the highest heavens.
Did the two of you come here to stop me? The Honor Demon's lips twitched a little before he asked with a smile.
He wasn't trying to stop her, he was just a little curious. Song Junwen took over the conversation and said strangely, "This plane has nothing to do with the Demon Race. No matter how you look at it, it definitely doesn't benefit the Demon Race in any way. So what's the point of Lord Demon Lord spending so much effort to invade this plane?"
Because I think it's fun. The Honor Demon curled his lips and said, "Just because I think it's boring. Can you accept this reason?"
Lin Duwu almost jumped up, picked up the cup of tea on the table in front of her, and directly splashed it on the young face of this Lord Demon Sovereign. Do you really think that you have the temperament of a child? Just because of your playfulness, billions of living beings in the entire plane have lost their sense of freedom. Can you be any more selfish than that?!
That's a good reason, but it's too far-fetched. Song Junwen, on the other hand, maintained a calm expression, as if the little shota had just said something unimportant. Just like how I wouldn't go to a plane a few small universes away to kill a group of ants just for fun, because the cost would be too high. Humans always chase after benefits, don't they?
The Honor Demon Lord nodded in agreement. Then he laughed weirdly and said, "You're right. But what you said is from the perspective of a mortal. It can't represent my thoughts."
Speaking of this, he sounded a little lonely. It's too boring to be a Honor Demon Lord. I can't even find an opponent. Those old guys in the God Realm are also old and useless. It's a pity.
But such an illusion can't bring you any sense of satisfaction, so why did you come here? Song Junwen was puzzled and said, "Even if it's for fun, you shouldn't come to this place."
You mean, this is an illusion? The Honor Demon Lord was stunned for a moment. Then his face turned gloomy. "Don't joke with me."
"Why would I joke about this?" Song Junwen said helplessly, "You probably came here with the help of that strange door, right?"
The Honor Demon Lord naturally knew that he was talking about the space-time crack. There was nothing to hide about it. He said straightforwardly, "Yes, but why is this place an illusion?"
"I don't know if you've realized that the space-time crack you came through has a very strange thing. The other doors are blue, but this one is red." Song Junwen carefully recalled the details of when he and the others came through the space-time crack and said slowly.
"You mean, this is actually a fake door?" The Honor Demon Lord was dumbfounded. When he saw Song Junwen nodding his head with a strange expression, he said with a broken face, "Oh my god, please forgive me. I'm a dignified Honor Demon Lord, but I'm so stupid that I can't even recognize the space-time crack. I even walked through a fake door …"
Lin Duwu couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter. The tea in her mouth sprayed onto the face of Lord Demon Sovereign, instantly turning this all-powerful Lord Demon Sovereign into a battered and drenched person.
The Honor Demon Lord used his cultivation to evaporate the tea on his face. Then he said gloomily, "In other words, I didn't do anything during this time?"
"That's right." Song Junwen's expression was still very strange. He continued to say, "I already knew that the so-called Guiyuan is just an illusion created when time and space enter a completely chaotic state. This illusion coincidentally combines with the strange illusion that we think is the Ancient Martial World. Even with your unfathomable cultivation, Honor Demon Lord, you can't distinguish it."
At the beginning, Song Junwen's tone was still relatively serious. When he said the last sentence, his tone became extremely sarcastic. It made people want to press him to the ground and beat him up.
"Sigh." The Honor Demon Lord let out a long sigh. His expression was indeed very interesting.
"Actually, I know an even bigger secret." Song Junwen smiled mysteriously. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Actually, you're a fake Honor Demon Lord."
As soon as he said this, the expressions of the Honor Demon Lord and Lin Duwu changed greatly. Lin Duwu was the first to react. She jumped up fiercely and knocked on someone's head. She said furiously, "How dare you lie to me!"
Song Junwen immediately said with a bitter expression, "Madam, you are a person who always tells others everything. If I tell you directly that the Demon Venerable is a fake, how can we meet this little bastard?
Who are you calling a little bastard! " The Honor Demon Lord was instantly furious. If it wasn't for the fact that his cultivation was indeed slightly weaker than Song Junwen's, he would have already stood up. No, he would have jumped up like Lin Duwu and beat the guy in front of him.
If you're a real Honor Demon Lord, you wouldn't have made such a serious mistake. If you're a real Honor Demon Lord, you wouldn't have come alone. If you're a real Honor Demon Lord, you would know that the demonic Qi in this illusion is not the demonic Qi of the Demon Race!
Song Junwen said fiercely, "The thing I hate the most is people lying to me!" "Your cultivation is obviously lower than mine, so if you don't want me to lift you up, pull your pants down, and spank you, you'd better tell me the truth. Who are you, and what's your purpose of coming here?"
The fake Honor Demon Lord said with a pale face, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything. Don't hit me." After saying that, he said to himself bitterly, "If they know that I was actually spanked by someone, my reputation will be completely ruined."
"Actually, I'm indeed a member of the Demon Race. I came here because I got lost." The little guy said pitifully.
Lost … Song Junwen and Lin Duwu's faces were filled with black lines. This reason was indeed reasonable to use for a child of this age.
"This is the first time I came to this plane, so I was a little flustered. So I used a pill that my father gave me to release the demonic Qi in it, and used my father's name to intimidate these people." The little guy said.
"In other words, your father is the actual leader of the Demon Race, the Honor Demon Lord?" Song Junwen caught the main point of this sentence and asked excitedly.
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