Shen Xinghe happily went straight to his bamboo house.
"When can I move to Guanghan Palace?" he muttered, pushing open the door of his bamboo house. "Master is really something. He threw me back here before my injuries were fully healed. He doesn't feel sorry at all..."
Before I could finish my words, he suddenly froze.
Inside the bamboo house, there was a man standing in his room with his back to the door, his whole body brimming with demonic energy. The fluctuations contained in that demonic power were surprisingly familiar.
Beside him, the subordinate wearing the Qianyan skin collapsed on the ground, groaning and moaning in pain and hoarseness.
"What? Don't you recognize me? Or... don't you dare to recognize me?"
The man laughed sinisterly twice, turned around and met Shen Xinghe's gaze.
The two faces are almost identical. If there is any difference, it is that Shen Xinghe looks more childish. After all, he is still young in this world, and his facial features have not yet fully developed as they did later.
But if you look closely, you will find that there is not much difference between these two people in essence.
He is just a person who does not restrain his nature at all, and his evil spirit is so sharp that it is frightening.
A person who uses an obedient and likable appearance to cover up a soul that has been washed and corroded by darkness and paranoia. Those eyes seem clear, but they are so deep that people dare not look closely.
"How...why are you here?" Shen Xinghe looked at himself ten years later, his face expressionless, but in fact, the hand behind his back was quietly gathering strength.
"What? Did you really think you killed me at the Dragon Tomb?" Shen Xinghe—the Heaven Devouring Emperor—smiled as brightly as the rage in his eyes. "Just look at how cowardly you are right now. Even if I were seriously injured and only had a fraction of my strength left, I could still crush you to death with one hand."
Shen Xinghe looked at his own crazy self and felt a little bit uncomfortable to watch.
"But I also want to thank you for not overestimating your own abilities. Otherwise, how could I have discovered such an interesting world... and more."
He approached at a speed that Shen Xinghe could not react to at all, and grabbed his neck, "And, such an interesting thing... Master! Reverend!"
Shen Xinghe's pupils shrank sharply, and he only said one sentence, "You dare..."
"Shen Xinghe" just pinched his fingers together and knocked down his ten-year-old self.
He casually threw Shen Xinghe to the ground, and his scarlet evil eyes turned and swept towards the "Qian Yan" on the ground.
"Qian Yan" was so frightened that it cried and tried to break free from the shell and run away, but to no avail.
This terrifying man locked it in this body with just one look, making it unable to move.
"Thank you for telling me so many interesting stories about 'My Master and I.'" Shen Xinghe grinned. "As a token of my gratitude, I promise to make your death quicker and less painful."
As soon as he finished speaking, "Shen Xinghe" released his demonic power, and a blood-red light rushed towards "Qian Yan" on the ground.
"Thousand Geese" emitted a series of screams and wails that no one could hear. The next moment, the sound stopped abruptly, the red mist faded away, and only a shriveled corpse was left on the ground.
Shen Xinghe licked his lips, revealing a hint of irritability, "It's really disgusting."
In order to restore his demonic power, he had to eat such garbage-like low-level monsters, which made him very angry. However, even so, the demonic power that could be replenished was very little.
The inner elixir of a cultivator is indeed very nourishing... I wonder if Zhuhua's shining inner elixir in this life is still safe?
A hint of interest flashed in his scarlet eyes. He tilted his head and looked at Shen Xinghe for a while, then raised his hand and released a barrier to trap Shen Xinghe inside.
Then his mind moved as he wished, and his appearance and figure began to change subtly.
The broken horns on his head completely disappeared, his scarlet eyes turned black, his appearance returned to that of his youth, and even his height and body shape became exactly the same as Shen Xinghe on the ground.
Then he opened Shen Xinghe's wardrobe, picked out a silver-white disciple uniform and put it on. He also combed his hair into a hairstyle that young Shen Xinghe usually had.
He must not know how excited he was when he was doing these things, the curve of his mouth and the warmth in his eyes.
It wasn't the usual kind of uncontrollable excitement from killing and destruction.
But...longing, expecting, and leaping for joy that one doesn't even understand.
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