[Ordinary Man Quick Wear] There's something wrong with you, Son of Luck

Chapter 178: Becoming a Demonic Spy Obsessed with Gaoling Flower Tianzun (12)

"You are my servant. You can only die in my hands."

Feng Qijun gritted his teeth and told the whole story.

He uttered half a sentence and gasped for breath so heavily that Qi Heng almost thought he was going to see the King of Hell.

In the divine palace, the demon god Wang Yu, who had been so gloomy and terrifying just a few seconds ago, has now calmed down to a level that no one knows.

Qi Heng's tense mind relaxed slightly and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Yu is stable now, and Feng Qijun doesn't look like he would kill him. So he survived?

Although after death one may obtain a higher level of Xuanxian realm cultivation.

But the prerequisite is that Wang Yu is willing to help himself, a Rakshasa body who was almost suspected of having an ambiguous relationship with Feng Qijun.

Let alone ambiguity, even if there is the slightest inducement that may arouse suspicion, the demon god Wang Yu will kill the uncertain factor without hesitation.

In the world plot, he has always been ruthless to his demon subordinates, killing them at will. It is easier for him to kill his own kind than to kill humans.

He spent most of his time in the demon world, and countless more of his fellow tribesmen died at his hands than humans.

Suddenly I felt that the demon's anger had subsided, which was a sign of the coming storm.

After all, he is going to die...

[Ding-010 live broadcast is automatically starting...started successfully. 】

Qi Heng felt hopeless, but facing the audience he still tried his best to put on a smile that was uglier than crying.

Anonymous 100 user: Uncle! What happened? Where is this place? It's so dark and scary.

Anonymous 120 user: There is someone in front of uncle, oh no, there is a ghost, a red blood vampire with horns, he he he, damn it, he is controlling uncle's body!

Anonymous user: So exciting. I have studied the world plot specifically. He is the demon god Wangyu, right? Only the demon god can control the original owner of the Rakshasa body.

Anonymous 8888 user: He is looking at Uncle Qi... with murderous intent.

Anonymous 222 user: Has a week passed here? Sure enough, the speed of time is different. If there weren't so many people watching me, this four-hour live broadcast would definitely be a loss. The system also serves as a medium for us to see the heaven where the speed of time flows the same as Elbia, hahahaha.

Anonymous user: The person above, don't talk about such mysterious things. Teaching students is already brain-intensive. Watching my live broadcast is relaxing.

Holy shit, that blood mist is moving! He's getting close to me? What does he want to do?!

Watching Wang Yu approaching, Qi Heng wanted to escape.

But the divine palace is a small area, and there is nowhere to escape even if you want to.

Feng Qijun outside had already pulled Wang Yu back to the servants' room, with a frown on his face, making it hard to tell whether he was worried about the man's health or thinking about something else.

The communication talisman flew out of Wutong Courtyard and headed towards the foot of Cangqiong Peak.

After that, he practiced on his own.

Qi Heng thought Wang Yu would do something, such as taking advantage of Feng Qijun's unpreparedness and directly knocking him down;

Or maybe he would say something so confusing that it would blow up the sky and make Qi Heng so embarrassed that he would drop his feet to the ground.

Miraculously, after being restrained by Feng Qijun, Wang Yu suddenly became very obedient and let the other party drag him away.

Let him lie on the bed and do as he is told.

Feng Qijun, who concluded that Qi Heng was ill, took out the talisman and sent a message to the old medical immortal who lived at the foot of Cangqiong Peak.

God's Mansion—

"Hey, you really didn't seduce Feng Qijun? Are there any hints in your eyes or words that I can't understand?"

Wang Yu removed the blood mist and squinted his eyes to observe Qi Heng's expression. As long as he showed the slightest hint of guilt, he would conclude that the man was lying.

Qi Heng widened his eyes, shocked by Wang Yu's appearance, and at the same time, he almost thought he had heard it wrong.

What the hell are those eyes and words implying?

Also, why is Wangyu’s face... so similar to the original owner’s?

How to put it, it’s a version of the original owner’s face with level 10 beautification and skin smoothing.

Remove all the flaws, and add the most powerful aura in the world...

Due to various factors, very few immortals in heaven would allow a Rakshasa body to use their own face, even if it's just the rough outline.

But...the demon god Wangyu actually gave the Rakshasa body a face that was 60% similar to himself!

Wang Yu expected Qi Heng to be shocked and sneered.

"What, is there something wrong with my face? So what? Who would compare you with me?

It is your honor to look like me."

Qi Heng nodded with difficulty.

I've already gotten used to seeing the original owner's facial features through the water mirror.

Now, I suddenly saw the beauty retouching and buff on Wangyu’s face, and I felt so complicated.

"From today on, I will stay here and watch over you.

If you and Fengqi Jun do anything that crosses the line, you will be beheaded."

"Yes…"

Anonymous user: Hehe, you arrogant two-horned bastard, my uncle would never bother to get close to Feng Qijun. It's still unclear who is seducing whom. You're just telling lies with your eyes open.

Anonymous user 55: As expected, what I like is not your appearance, but your soul.

This demon god has facial features similar to my uncle, and is even much better looking than my uncle, but I still like my uncle, especially the uncle with a beard~

Give me a kiss, look how scared you are~

Qi Heng suddenly regained control of his body and sat up with cold sweat all over his face.

For the original owner's inferior Rakshasa body, the original soul was too powerful and it was too much trouble for him to bear.

The warm water was brought to her lips, she looked up and saw that it was Feng Qijun Qi Heng who turned his head away and politely took it with his hand.

"Thank you."

The doctor hurried to Qi Heng's side and took the man's pulse after getting his consent.

“…Don’t overthink your emotions.

Your body is very healthy, you just need to rest regularly to recover. "

After sending the doctor away, Feng Qijun returned to the edge of the bed and looked at Qi Heng with his chin propped up.

The man's black hair was disheveled, and his half-closed black pupils showed an unconcealable fatigue.

He turned his face away, obviously trying to avoid looking into his eyes.

The air was silent for a while, and Feng Qijun opened his mouth

"Is he gone?"

Qi Heng: “…!” He clenched his fists under the quilt.

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

"The guy who controlled your body just now, is he gone?"

Qi Heng: "???" He no longer had any desire to chat with Feng Qijun. He just wished that he would leave immediately.

"Can't understand."

“Well, I didn’t recognize him at first, and only noticed the difference when I brought him closer.

You take a rest, and tomorrow, accompany me and set off with the team."

"I'm a handyman!"

"The sect is in need of disciples. From today on, you will be an outer disciple of Jianyi Sect. It is normal for you to go on missions with the team."

After saying this, he took out an outer disciple token and stuffed it into Qi Heng's pocket, obviously prepared.

"When you come back after the mission, you can continue to live with me. The environment in Wutong Courtyard is better than that in the outer gate."

Qi Heng didn't know what to say, and asked Wang Yu in his heart whether he should agree or refuse.

[Since you are still alive, just follow me.]

When I bring Feng Qijun back to the demon world, remember to follow the team back to Jian Yi Zong and tell me what expression Tan Tai Yun Zheng had when he found out, hahahaha! 】

Qi Heng secretly sighed that the devil always did whatever he wanted.

"It is my honor to accompany Feng Qijun on the road."

Feng Qijun hummed, looked deeply at Qi Heng on the bed, and stood up.

"I've packed your stuff. Just follow me tomorrow, okay?"

Being stared at by Wang Yu in the Divine Palace, Qi Heng laughed dryly, "I can get it myself, I won't bother you."

Feng Qijun's face darkened, and he disappeared on the spot with a flick of his sleeves. "Don't refute!"

Qi Heng "..."

Seeing Feng Qijun leave, the little fat bird flew to Qi Heng's chest and tried to get inside, but was pinched on the buttocks.

"If you have intelligence, listen to me. Don't get into my clothes from now on."

The little fat bird had an aggrieved look on his face. He didn't want to make Qi Heng angry, so he could only move his buttocks and nestle in Qi Heng's abdomen. He looked up pitifully and looked into the man's eyes.

Doudou burst into tears.

Qi Heng was helpless, "I can't do anything to you, but you can't go in.

Come here and go to sleep. We have a long way to go tomorrow."

After thinking about it, he lifted a corner of the quilt.

"Chirp, chirp?" The little fat bird said in an incredible tone.

"If you don't want to sleep, forget it." Qi Heng was about to put down the quilt when he heard a whoosh and the little guy crawled in and lay close to his body.

"Chi chi chi chi!"

God's Mansion—

Wang Yu looked at the fat bird and suddenly felt that it was boring to stay in the Qiheng Divine Mansion with ideology.

The next day, when Qi Heng woke up and opened his eyes, he saw two fat dogs pecking at each other at the head of the bed.

One black, one white.