The Good-For-Nothing Demon King's Road To Killing Gods

Linjiang City, Old Town, Sunshine Home Community.

This community is close to the city center and has been built for more than ten years. Most of the residents are elderly people who have been relocated after demolition and white-collar tenants who work nearby.

Xu Qinghuan remembered the first time he sent Xia Yi home. At that time, he thought that Xia Yi was renting a house like him, and he was filled with hatred when he learned that she had bought it a long time ago.

Xu Qinghuan carried a knife bag on his back, a small pink suitcase in his left hand and the Eternal Gun in his right hand, and followed Xia Yi panting up the stairs.

Xia Yi, who was walking in front, turned around, frowned and asked, "Why are you so out of breath after climbing several floors??"

"Yes? No." Xu Qinghuan held her breath bravely.

Xia Yi lived in a six-story old house without an elevator. The two climbed to the sixth floor. Xia Yi took out the key from her pocket and opened the door.

The house is not large in area, totaling more than 60 square meters. It is still decorated in the style of the last century, with warm yellow wooden boards and white walls with some peeling skin.

The layout of the living room is quite simple. There is a beige cotton couch, which seems to have been left by the previous homeowner. There is a dining table placed against the wall. Other than that, there is no other furniture. There is also a small room. The kitchen is fully stocked with knives, bowls and pans. It seems that Xia Yi still has the habit of cooking at home.

Xu Qinghuan put down his luggage, went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to find a bottle of water, but it was empty.

The bathroom is divided into wet and dry areas, and there is only a piece of sulfur soap and a pink water cup with a toothbrush on the sink.

Xu Qinghuan visited Xia Yi's bedroom again, which was also a simple bed with a wooden wardrobe against the wall.

The whole house was lifeless, more like it was listed for rent.

“No elevator, bad review.”

"The living room is too monotonous."

"Your house doesn't look like someone lives in it."

"When it rains heavily on the top floor, it might leak."

Xu Qinghuan pointed out the faults of the house harshly, but in her heart she was extremely envious.

Xia Yi ignored him, first pushed the switch, then ran back to the bedroom, took out the bedding from the closet, put it on the balcony to dry, and then found a broom and rag to clean the whole house.

Xu Qinghuan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed at first. Watching Xia Yi working around, he felt that it was inappropriate for him to sit there, so he started cleaning with Xia Yi.

Xia Yi opened the door of another bedroom, cleaned it inside and out, and spread the quilt that had been dried on the balcony on the bare bed board.

"You will stay in this room from now on." Xia Yi put down the rag in her hand.

"What do you mean?" Xu Qinghuan was a little surprised. He originally thought that Xia Yi was showing off her house to him in the name of being a guest at her house, and at the same time deceiving himself as a free labor force to carry luggage.

"Didn't you return the house you rented before? You didn't have anywhere to go during the winter vacation. There happened to be an empty room here. It would be more convenient for you to live in it while I look after you." Xia Yi tilted her head.

"Who are you looking down on? I'm not homeless. My previous landlord, Sister Wang, told me that I'm welcome to come back at any time." Xu Qinghuan said harshly.

"I don't want your rent."

"Okay sister, I'll pack my things right now."

…

Xu Qinghuan walked on this street that he had walked for two years.

The buildings on both sides of the street that had been damaged by the fighting had long since been rebuilt and given a new look.

The bald store manager received a large amount of insurance compensation, rented the store next door and renovated it, and built a convenience store that was twice the size of the original. Today is the first day of opening. There is a row of Flower baskets were arranged, and colorful sequins were scattered on the ground.

Xu Qinghuan stood across the street, quietly looking through the glass at the busy bald store manager.

The bald store manager, who was sternly reprimanding his male clerk, turned around to comfort the young female employee.

Xu Qinghuan looked at it for a while, hesitated for a while but still didn't come in to say hello. When he was about to leave, the familiar smoke voice of the store manager came from behind.

"Is it Xiao Xu?"

Xu Qinghuan turned around.

"Oh, it's really Xiao Xu!" The bald store manager walked forward happily.

"Store manager." Xu Qinghuan forced a smile.

He didn't avoid it deliberately, but seeing familiar people from the past would always remind him of past events that he didn't want to mention.

"You kid!" The bald store manager punched Xu Qinghuan in the chest with a smile, "The convenience store collapsed and you disappeared. I later went to your house to find you, and the landlord told me that you had canceled the lease. "

After that incident, Xu Qinghuan locked himself in the rental house without contacting anyone, and soon went to the Night Watch Academy with Xia Yi.

He always felt that it was because of himself that the people around him suffered misfortune.

"Come on, I'm lucky now. Although the convenience store collapsed after the thunderstorm, fortunately, I still paid the annual insurance premium. The insurance company paid me a large sum of money. It took several months to renovate. It just opened yesterday." The bald store manager pulled Xu Qinghuan and walked into the store.

"I heard from the landlord that you went to school out of town?" The bald store manager took a bottle of drink from the freezer and handed it to Xu Qinghuan.

Xu Qinghuan nodded.

"It's good to go to school. At your age, going to school is the right way." The bald store manager patted Xu Qinghuan's shoulder happily.

After visiting the new store, the two squatted at the door and smoked.

The bald store manager suddenly sighed, looking sad.

"Oh, what a pity Xiaoyu."

Xu Qinghuan blew out the smoke and nodded silently.

Everyone present that night was hypnotized by the college's executive department afterwards. In their memory, that night was a thunderstorm caused by a malfunctioning lightning rod. In addition, the houses on this street were in disrepair and collapsed. In my long memory, Xiaoyu died in this accident.

"You know, Xiaoyu actually likes you." The bald store manager said.

Xu Qinghuan nodded.

"It's not a love between friends, it's a love between men and women."

Xu Qinghuan said in disbelief: "How is it possible? She told me that she likes her classmate..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered what Xiaoyu said when she smiled and waved to him.

So this is ah.

"You're just too stupid. As an old man who doesn't understand the taste, I've already noticed this." The bald store manager took the last puff of his cigarette, flicked the cigarette butt into the sewer on the side of the road, and stood up.

"I know you are very popular. The girl who drives the Ferrari and the girl with silver hair are indeed very popular. I am telling you this just to say that although you are young and have a good time, don't be too fussy about living up to it. You are a good girl, it will be too late to regret later.”

Xu Qinghuan just smoked silently without explaining. The cigarette burned out and he didn't even react until his fingers were burned.

"You are studying outside. If you are short of money, just tell me." The store manager ran back to the store and dug out a red envelope. He took out his wallet, took out the few whole bills and change and stuffed it into the red envelope.

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon. New Year's money." The store manager put the red envelope in the pocket of Xu Qinghuan who was sitting on the roadside.

This is the custom that Xiaoyu fought for. At first, Xu Qinghuan didn't even know that there was a custom of getting red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. Xiaoyu would talk about it every day in front of the bald shop manager every New Year.

"I am leaving."

Xu Qinghuan left the convenience store where he had worked for two years.

He was very poor and very happy at the time. Although he was reduced from a high-ranking demon king to a handyman, he had never felt alive so clearly.

He walked on the road in despair, swaying like a dying man.