Demon Invasion: I Can't Hide My Identity As A Demon God!

Shocked all day long, he walked to a house made entirely of bamboo.

There is a bamboo chair outside the door, on which there is a person lying with his legs crossed, and an old-fashioned radio is placed on the bamboo platform next to it, which is broadcasting, and there is a teapot beside the radio, which is steaming.

The man was wearing a white Taoist robe with a lot of patches, his face was full of stubble, and he looked very sloppy. With a toothpick in his mouth, he was humming an unknown song with his eyes closed.

This person is Zheng Qiankun.

He belongs to the kind of person who doesn't strive for fame and fortune, and doesn't pursue self-improvement.

For him to practice or something, it would be better to listen to a little song and drink some small tea.

The cultivation base is only in the realm of the imperial palace.

The members of the Royal Society all have their own forces, but Zheng Qiankun is the only one who doesn't have one, and is alone.

"Hey, who beat you up? Boss Feng?"

Zheng Qiankun opened his eyes and saw Jing Chengtian, and asked jokingly.

His face trembled in shock, he took a deep breath and resisted the urge to slap Zheng Qiankun to death, and said in a cold voice: "The president is looking for you.

"No."

Zheng Qiankun turned over, continued to close his eyes and meditate, humming a little tune.

For Zheng Qiankun's attitude, Jing Chengtian was not surprised at all.

He is just a weird one, the weird one among the weird ones, he is not afraid of anyone, he doesn't counsel anyone, he won't even give Feng Sihai face.

He is an existence with a mysterious identity. Although his strength is only in the realm of the gods, for some reason, Jing Chengfu always feels a dangerous aura in front of him.

In the human world, people know that the emperor is popular everywhere, and that the god of killing is shocking all day long, but there are very few people who know him, Zheng Qiankun, and he is very mysterious.

"Anyway, I've brought my words, it's up to you whether you go or not." Jing Chengtian snorted coldly, and turned his head to leave after speaking.

Zheng Qiankun stopped him.

Shocked all day long, he stopped in his tracks and didn't look back.

"Injured by a demon? Rainy night or Zhihuan?" Zheng Qiankun asked.

"Fang Chen."

After finishing speaking, he left in shock all day long.

"Fang Chen?"

Zheng Qiankun sat up, looking at the back of Jing Chengtian leaving, a dignified expression gradually appeared on his greasy face.

Then he put on the old flip flops next to him, got up and headed towards where Feng Sihai was.

A quarter of an hour later, Zheng Qiankun lazily walked to the square in front of the main pavilion, spat out the toothpick in his mouth onto the ground, took off his slippers, and took a step forward.

The next moment, he appeared in a room.

This room is not big, only about ten square meters.

There is nothing special, just a coffee table and two stools, and a bookcase on the east wall, which is densely packed with various books.

Feng Sihai was sitting by the coffee table, pouring tea.

Still can't see Feng Sihai's appearance clearly, the space around his body seems to be distorted, in a trance, making people see it very unreal.

Zheng Qiankun was obviously not surprised by Feng Sihai's appearance, and sat down directly after taking a glance.

"The freshly soaked Qingshenxiang, taste it." "Feng Sihai handed over the teacup.

Zheng Qiankun took the teacup, took a deep breath, grinned, showing his yellowed teeth, and then took a sip.

"Not bad, much better than before."

After speaking, he drank it in one gulp, and handed back the empty teacup to Feng Sihai.

"Did Fang Chen beat you to the point that you were so shocked?" Zheng Qiankun asked.

"Yes, it was you who should have gone. If you had gone, there wouldn't be such a deadlock now."

Feng Sihai said softly, and poured Qiankun a cup of tea again.

Zheng Qiankun didn't rush to drink this time, but put it on the coffee table, staring at the light blue tea, pinching the stubble on his face with his right hand.

"So the Shenwu Alliance was destroyed by Yidao and fell because of Fang Chen?"

Zheng Qiankun looked up at Feng Sihai and asked.

"Yes." Feng Sihai nodded.

Zheng Qiankun showed a puzzled look: "No, what is Fang Chen doing in our human society? Hasn't he always been alone and not taking karma? How did the Shenwu Alliance offend him? Ren Dao was killed by the Shenwu Alliance, right? I just said that those things from the Martial Artists Alliance are not worth it, and if you want it, you have to help others, this time it’s okay, for the sake of the Shenwu Alliance, I’ve lost all my purchases."

Feng Sihai glanced at Zheng Qiankun, smiled softly, shook his head and said: "If you keep guarding your tape recorder to understand the world, then you probably won't know when Fang Chen comes to kill you one day."

Zheng Qiankun is very lazy, so lazy that if he doesn't bother him, he can lie on the chair for a lifetime, and he won't take care of the affairs of the imperial meeting, unless Feng Sihai speaks.

From Zheng Qiankun's point of view, those members of the Emperor's Club are very vulgar and domineering, always wanting to get some cash from the Warrior Alliance.

With short hands, it is easy to cause accidents!

The Alliance of Martial Artists is a group of troublemakers, who will always cause big troubles.

Now you see, any knife will pay for itself.

It's useless to take so many resources, and it's useless.

"You know me, my heart is for Buddha, and I don't like to be bothered by trivial matters." Zheng Qiankun said shaking his head.

The twisted space around Feng Sihai shook violently.

"You are dedicated to the Buddha, can I trouble you to wear it without a piece of clothing? Wouldn't it be annoying to wear a Taoist uniform?"

".||It's enough to be comfortable, the function of clothes is only to cover private parts." Zheng Qiankun chuckled, took a sip from his teacup.

Feng Sihai is no stranger to Zheng Qiankun's slick-tongued, flirtatious temperament, and is even used to it. If he can chat with you in a serious manner, he will be taken away by someone.

"Okay, stop chatting, go to Nine Swords Island and talk to Fang Chen." Feng Sihai said his purpose.

Zheng Qiankun stared at him, then shook his head violently: "No, let me talk to him? You think highly of me! That guy doesn't care about oil and salt, and I have the best personality in the world. If you talk to him, I'm afraid that I will going crazy."

Zheng Qiankun resolutely refused, showing resistance from his expression to his body.

"Besides, what do you want me to talk to him about?"

Only then did Zheng Qiankun realize that he didn't even know what Feng Sihai asked him to talk to Fang Chen about, so he just refused after listening to Feng Sihai asking him to talk to Fang Chen.

"Fang Chen occupies the Nine Swords Island and refuses to leave." Feng Sihai said (get it).

Zheng Qiankun fell silent for an instant, scratched the stubble on his face, and frowned.

"He knows?" Zheng Qiankun asked.

"I don't know." Feng Sihai said.

Zhang Qiankun raised his eyebrows: "I don't know what you are doing guarding Nine Swords Island?"

"I mean, I don't know if he knows, but I think he should know something we know." Feng Sihai explained.

"Okay, okay, don't give me a headache with tongue twisters."

Zheng Qiankun waved his hands impatiently, then drank the remaining half cup of tea in the teacup and stood up.

"I can't guarantee that I can persuade him to leave, I can only say that I try my best, but you have to be mentally prepared, if you can't persuade him to leave, then it will be very troublesome." Zheng Qiankun said with a solemn expression.

Feng Sihai chuckled lightly.

"Go, no matter how troublesome it is, you have to deal with it.

Zheng Qiankun took a deep look at Feng Sihai, then turned and left.

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