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Chapter 202 Return to the Temple! The First Demon God Emperor!

Author: Likes to eat cold preserved eggs

Chapter 202 Return to the Temple! The First Demon God Emperor!

"Sister Xin'er, have you heard of the Seventy-Two Demonic Pillars?"

Long Haochen, who was sitting at the very back of the Rose Unicorn, looked down at the Ring of Heritage on his left index finger and asked softly.

The palm of his hand gently stroked the hair on Rose Unicorn's neck.

Li Xin told the rumors she knew.

"I don't know the specifics. I only know that they are demons, and..."

Human beings' battles with demons have always ended in failure since ancient times.

No one knows the specific information about all the demon gods, but one thing is certain.

The demons have never been united within themselves, otherwise the entire Holy Demon Continent would have been captured by them long ago.

It was the first time he heard about the Seventy-Two Demonic Pillars. Zilong stared at Li Xin's back and said curiously.

"Is it awesome? Humans have never won?"

Li Xin nodded in response with a solemn expression, and continued.

"Only the strongest among humans have the strength to deal with the devil, but they can only deal with it, but they cannot completely defeat it..."

In the different space of the demon world, a man with long purple-gray hair shawls,

A handsome and elegant man stood in front of the first holy pillar.

"Your Majesty, the 71st Wolf Demon God has been killed by Long Xingyu..."

In the gorgeous alien space hall, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses,

A man with long light blue hair came over.

After hearing the blue-haired man's report, the man standing in front of the God and Demon Pillar looked back expressionlessly.

As if he thought the purple-gray haired man was unhappy, the blue-haired man lowered his head and said cautiously.

"The Demon God's Crown was also destroyed..."

Hearing this, the man with long purple-grey hair opened his mouth, and there was a trace of fluctuation in his words.

"It doesn't matter, a replacement will be available at any time."

Turning around, he saw a man with long purple-grey hair holding his hands behind his back.

He looked calm and relaxed, as if he was talking about something trivial.

He walked up to the blue-haired man, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, reminding him earnestly.

"That matter... is what you should pay attention to."

Turning his head to look at the approaching Demon King, the blue-haired man responded respectfully.

"I have never dared to forget that the six-thousand-year prophecy period has arrived, and my subordinates must do their best to find him before it has grown..."

In the Haoyue Branch Hall of Haoyue City, the three Zilongs returned to the Knights Temple.

Outside the gate, Palace Master Nalan, who never left his hand, looked at the three of them with a smile.

"I heard from Xin'er about your matter. From now on, Haoyue Temple will be your home. You can live and practice in peace."

Walking up to Long Haochen, Master Nalan raised his hand and put it on his shoulder to comfort him.

Nodding in understanding, Long Haochen took out a letter and handed it to Palace Master Nalan.

"The teacher asked me to give you this letter, and also asked me to find an instructor from Yehua and study with him in the future."

After taking a closer look at the letter, Master Nalan looked slightly surprised.

Compared to the shock in the original work, he seemed much calmer at this time.

"Ye Hua is not an instructor, he is a library administrator."

In the dark and silent library, Palace Master Nalan came here with three little guys.

"Hey! Zombie Face! Come out quickly! I've sent you an apprentice."

Palace Master Nalan shouted in the hall at the top of his lungs.

Hearing the sound of someone entering the library, the middle-aged man sitting in the corridor on the second floor reading refused without looking back.

"Not accepted."

After rejecting Master Nalan, the middle-aged man continued to immerse himself in reading.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Long Haochen could vaguely see the figure of a middle-aged man in the darkness.

"This is a rare good seedling! If I didn't come to you by name, I would be reluctant to give it to you!"

Upon hearing the latter's refusal, Master Nalan said deliberately.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zilong rolled his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, put his hands on his hips, pointed at Ye Hua and shouted.

"My teacher is the master of the Haoyue Branch Hall! You still want to be lazy when I ask you to do things, so hurry up and accept Haochen!"

After speaking, Zilong turned to look at Palace Master Nalan.

The latter covered his mouth, lowered his voice and said speechlessly.

"Little Ancestor! Now is not the time to be a playboy. This zombie-faced person is a man of real ability and must be respected! Ah~."

After slapping away the palm of Master Nalan's hand, Zilong winked and whispered in response.

"I'm trying to provoke him. I'm good at playing a dude, right? Hehe..."

After hearing Zilong's explanation, Master Nalan pinched his little face lovingly.

"Noisy and disturbing people."

Walking downstairs, Ye Hua ignored everyone present and walked towards the door of the library with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Ye Hua's indifferent expression, Palace Master Nalan shouted angrily.

"This is genius! You don't even say hello! What an attitude!"

Putting her hands on Long Haochen's shoulders, Li Xin bent down and comforted him.

"Administrator Ye Hua has a cold nature. It is not easy to become his disciple. Don't give up easily."

Nodding in despair, Long Haochen looked at Ye Hua's leaving figure without saying a word.

"At first glance, he looks like he has been severely beaten by society. He is lifeless and depressed. Dad really didn't lie to me! Hehe!"

Looking at Ye Hua's back, Zilong stood there with a surprised look on his face and giggled.

Hearing Zilong's inexplicable words, Master Nalan frowned in confusion and asked.

"What do you mean? Your father told you?"

Nodding and shaking his head, Zilong crossed his arms and said with a proud smile.

"My father taught Brother Mo how to recognize people. I overheard it secretly. My father is really good! What are you talking about? Hehe!"

Listening to Zilong's explanation, the three of them suddenly felt confused. What kind of family is this?

Only in this way can he be taught such an innocent, cute, and clear baby with stupidity.

In the Haoyue branch hall, since the first apprenticeship failed, in order to complete Long Xingyu's instructions.

Master Nalan kept pestering Yehua day after day. Seeing this scene, Zilong couldn't help but complain.

"Hey~! The teacher is becoming more and more like the licking dog my dad said!"

Hearing the new words, Li Xin turned around and said doubtfully.

"Huh? What kind of magical beast is Licking Dog?"

Putting down the wooden sword in his hand, Zilong described it vividly.

"Well... the licking dog is neither a monster nor a human being. The licking dog is... Anyway, the teacher is a licking dog."

After hearing Zilong's explanation, Li Xin and Li Xin suddenly felt ashamed.

A few days later….

"You brat! You are indeed my disciple, the number one Zilong!"

After pressing the timer, Hall Master Nalan stood on the training ground, looking up and laughing with satisfaction.

Seeing the extremely talented Zi Long, although the students present were jealous, no one dared to offend him.

Just because of his identity and strength! On the surface, Master Nalan does not make it public.

But privately, there are many students who know Zilong's true cultivation.

A five-year-old second-level knight! Who among his peers dares to provoke him?

With the resistance of the Purple Dragon's genius halo, Long Haochen now seems less enviable in Temple Academy.

What's more, looking at the relationship between the three of them, even if Long Haochen is a loser, no one dares to provoke him.

After all, having a giant Buddha around you can indeed ward off disasters.

And this! This is also one of the main reasons why big men in ancient times did not dare to help others easily.

(End of chapter)