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

At a roadside ramen stall, two figures, a man and a woman, were sitting on wooden benches, waiting for delicious ramen to be served.

"Who are you?" asked the tour guide.

Perhaps it was because I was alone in a foreign country, and the people I met during my part-time job as a tour guide were all uncles and aunts. The tour guide seemed very enthusiastic towards Xu Qinghuan.

"It's a small place in Linjiang that you probably don't know about." Xu Qinghuan answered casually, her eyes attracted by the master who was making noodles.

The tour guide looked excited when she heard this, as if she was sorry to meet him so late.

"I live by the river too!"

"What a coincidence?" Xu Qinghuan became alert subconsciously.

"I'm from Linjiang No. 3 Middle School. Maybe we are alumni." The tour guide looked expectant.

"I never went to school..." Before Xu Qinghuan finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that Xiaoyu was also in No. 3 Middle School.

When the tour guide in a foreign country met a fellow villager, the conversation started naturally. She asked the boss for a bottle of sake in Japanese, and chatted with Xu Qinghuan about daily life.

Although it was a chat, most of it was the tour guide who was talking. Xu Qinghuan was not in a high mood and was just perfunctory.

The tour guide said her name is Wen Ting. She is a freshman this year and is studying at the University of Tokyo. She has been in Japan for half a year. Her family has spent a lot of money to send her to study abroad. In order to save money, she found a part-time job as a tour guide.

Xu Qinghuan said perfunctorily that you are really good, and your Japanese is so good in just half a year after arriving in Japan. What I was thinking about was that this girl was so talkative. Chatting with a stranger like me would be like giving out her family tree.

Wen Ting said that when she first came to Japan, her Japanese was only half-baked and she didn’t dare to communicate with others. She often had to be translated by international students in her class. Later, in order to make money, she forced herself to practice speaking and learn Japanese while working as a tour guide.

Xu Qinghuan looked at Wen Ting's red face caused by drinking a few glasses of sake, and suddenly understood the girl. He remembered that when he first escaped to this world, he had no language and no money. Without his magic power, he was like a lost dog. .

If he could meet a fellow countryman from the original world, he would probably chatter like this girl.

"Are you traveling to Japan with your girlfriend?" Wen Ting seemed to realize that she had been talking, so she brought the topic to Xu Qinghuan.

Xu Qinghuan subconsciously wanted to shake his head and deny it, but he didn't know why he nodded his head and admitted it.

"Awesome, your girlfriend is very beautiful." Wen Ting gave Xu Qinghuan a thumbs up.

"Just like that." Xu Qinghuan shrugged, "There were many beautiful women pursuing me in the past."

Wen Tingxin said that the alcohol content of the sake was not high, not to mention that you only drank two glasses, why did you start talking drunkenly.

"How did you two meet?" Wen Ting asked.

Xu Qinghuan tilted his head, thinking about how to explain his relationship with Xia Yi.

"We knew each other from a fight before."

"We met during a fight?" Wen Ting silently moved the sake placed in front of Xu Qinghuan to her side.

"Yes, I used to be known as the invincible fighter in the world at my place, and she was known as the silver-haired local snake at her place." Xu Qinghuan said lies without blinking.

"Then what?"

"Then I beheaded her with an invincible attitude, and she followed me as my pawn. She insisted on marrying me. I got impatient with her and stayed with her."

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"Sister, let me tell you, your sister-in-law is good at everything, but she has a stubborn mind. She has to suffer a big loss to understand how stupid she is. Then she will know that I am right!"

Xu Qinghuan, blushing drunkenly, spoke to Wen Ting in a drunken voice, with five bottles of sake in front of him.

"Brother, sister and I are so happy to meet our fellow villagers in Linjiang today. I haven't been back to China for half a year!" Wen Ting also drank too much and spoke a little loudly.

"Sister, I'm not a serious Linjiang person, I'm a fake! I'm sorry for deceiving your feelings."

The two of them were talking about their own things, and their words did not match each other.

"Sister, I'm treating you today!" Xu Qinghuan proudly took out the big money from his pocket, stopped Wen Ting at the side, and shouted to the boss: "Pay the bill!"

The ramen stall owner looked at the drunken Chinese tourists in front of him and said something in a loud voice.

"Brother, he said this is RMB and you can't pay the bill." Wen Ting translated to Xu Qinghuan, then took out her pink wallet and took out Japanese yen bills, "You have to use this in Japan."

"When will we be able to use RMB in Japan?" Wen Ting felt a little sad after paying the bill.

"Don't worry, sister, since you invited me to dinner today, you are my friend! Give me some time, and I will definitely let you use our RMB here in the future. You don't have to learn Japanese. I will let these little devils learn Chinese. , whoever can’t learn it will be killed.”

The two of them walked back to the hotel drunkenly.

Xu Qinghuan said goodbye to Wen Ting, but had no intention of going upstairs.

He wouldn't really sleep in the same room with Xia Yi. Regardless of the identity of the Demon King and the Hero, what's the point of just saying that he is a man and a woman sleeping in the same room? Do you still want your face if word spreads? Even a devil can't do such a thing, taking advantage of a girl while on a mission.

Xu Qinghuan wandered back to the commercial street, found an ATM machine, and took out a black card from his pocket.

The card was given to him on Wednesday. On the helicopter ride to Yinhai City last Wednesday, he promised to help Xu Qinghuan pay off his credit card, and then casually gave Xu Qinghuan this black card to withdraw money on his own.

Xu Qinghuan still hasn't figured out how much credit this card has. It feels like it's inexhaustible. Miraculously, it doesn't require monthly repayments like a credit card. It turns out that it feels so good to be taken care of. Xu Qinghuan was worried that the black card would be deactivated after Wednesday's death, but it still worked after several attempts. He inserted the black card into the ATM machine and withdrew a large amount of cash.

Xu Qinghuan walked on the road with his head held high and his head held high with a huge amount of money. As expected, money means confidence.

The Japanese man on the roadside bowed and handed out leaflets. Seeing Xu Qinghuan's pockets filled with cash and looking drunk, he thought that the big fish was coming.

Xu Qinghuan squinted his eyes and tried to read the contents of the flyer. The flyer showed a cute girl wearing a luxurious purple kimono, with a cute smile on her face and crescent-shaped eyebrows.

"Popular idol, Izayoi Diva?" Xu Qinghuan could barely recognize a few Chinese characters on the poster.