Can't sleep because it's on your mind?

There are really not too many things like Mu Qian, at most, I am worried about my aunt's emotions, and I think about what game I will play next. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, Mu Qian chose online games because online games have slightly lower requirements for hardware configuration, and it is convenient for him to play on his home laptop.

Now that the God of War machine has been equipped......

Well, when the enemy was discussing how to destroy this world, the calculated Demon King was here to think about the next game plan.

I really don't know whether to say that he has a big heart, or whether to say that he is completely fearless, most likely the latter.

It's time to tackle a wave of single-player masterpieces!

Mu Qian clenched his fists, looking high-spirited.

Those players with weak intelligence can no longer meet the entertainment needs of the Great Demon King of Muqian, and only the evolvable AI with neural networks can make him want to fight!

Just kidding, turn around and go to sleep.

But over and over, tonight somehow, it's a little sleepless.

There was some sound of pulling tables and chairs in the living room, and the aunt seemed to go to the toilet, and then went to the sofa, and fell asleep with the quilt in her arms.

There was a faint sound of snoring coming from Zhen's father's room, and today's Zhen's father chose to remain silent about what happened, which was a trust in him, but it was somewhat helpless.

Middle-aged people are not too stupid, and Zhen's father will naturally associate a lot.

But fortunately, when Mu Qian made his move, the monsters he dealt with were all hidden and not discovered by ordinary people.

The other party must have wanted to hide his whereabouts at first, but he didn't expect Zheng Lin to suddenly appear and kill them by surprise.

"Ask Sister Lin tomorrow, I don't know where the demon came from," Mu Qian secretly pondered, he felt that it was very likely that it was some combatants in the demon world, and he felt that the demon king could do anything wrong without being in the Demon King Palace, stirring up the situation in the two worlds.

If the demon world really goes to war, with the current 'erosion of science and technology on the human world', the human race is already vulnerable in front of the demon army.

What's more, now there is not even a human king who can restrain the demon king......

Mu Qian lay on the bed, his left hand slowly raised, and his five fingers spread towards the roof.

He wanted to catch something, but the air in front of him was muddy and a little dark and misty, and he couldn't catch anything.

The King of Men ......

He rolled over and sat up, walked to the door and turned on the light, and sat down at the desk that had been turned into a computer desk.

Putting the keyboard away, he took out a blank piece of paper and a pencil, and Mu Qian began to draw lightly on the paper......

Snort, sneer.

The friction of the pencil on the pages of the paper is like the contemplation of autumn by the night breeze outside the window, but the former gradually outlines the outline of a beautiful woman, while the latter is exhausting the only vitality of autumn and making winter come sooner.

A few minutes later, Mu Qian turned off the lights and went back to rest.

On the desk was a piece of paper with a bust of a woman drawn on it......

He had painted this bust many times, and it was all in the form of a woman, but it was blurred at first, and it gradually became clearer.

At the same time, it is clear that Mu Qian's memories of the distant past are ......

In the private school at the head of the village, the cottage next to the ancient well in the summer, two young men and women are laughing and playing......

The talented people who came back from the exam, the village house that was reduced to ashes, the relatives and village partners who died on the side of the road, and the people who were shot in the chest next to the ancient well......

After that, it was the process of falling into the demon, the memory was full of blood, and he killed an unknown number of people in those days and nights, absorbed an unknown amount of anger, and finally was led to the demon pool by the old demon king, absorbing the origin of the demon world......

From now on, he is king.

Does the story really end there?

"It's over," Mu Qian muttered as he closed his eyes.

Tonight he had a dream.

In the dream, he became a demon king but didn't care about the demon world, he only knew that he was studying strength, and he had reached the peak of the power that the human main plane and the demon world main plane could withstand.

Because of the revenge for the old demon king, there was a matter of the master of the human world being burned by the new demon king, and the demon slayer was full of fear of him, and took eradicating him as the first task......

A thousand years is too long, and I can't recall it for a long time.

Mu Qian just remembered that the original demon slayer used a forbidden technique to learn about his past and present life, and found the reincarnation of the woman who was as gentle as water but never passed the door.

She was already reincarnated many times, but she was still the same, so bright and moving.

A conspiracy revolves around the beauty scheme, involving a major war in almost all planes......

In the dream, there seems to be a picture that has been hidden in the corner of the heart.

It was at the junction of a fairy realm and the human main plane.

There were dense figures all around, and there were swords and swords everywhere, and those humans and immortal masters with hideous faces were thinking about how to cut off their heads.

The bloody thing is that she came with him, but she stood on the opposite side of him, and her face could not be seen clearly, and it was a little gloomy.

The war broke out directly, and the masters rushed forward one after another, wanting to avenge their ancestors and regain their dignity for the human main plane.

There wasn't much pressure in the fight, but he was so desperate that if everyone wanted him dead, what was he doing alive......

But when he wanted to give up, he was ridiculously surprised to find that the attacks around him didn't do him much damage.

Suddenly, the picture of the dream suddenly turned bright red......

She looked at herself with a smile and spread her arms, the tips of several flying swords on her chest. What does she mean by that she has led herself into a trap and yet stood in front of herself......

'I am loyal to you and to them who raised me, and I cannot have both...... But I'm finally free. ’

Without a word of apology, her body gradually turned to ashes because she couldn't withstand the power contained in the flying sword......

She said, 'If there is an afterlife, don't let me meet you again, I feel indebted to you, and don't miss me.' ’

Mu Qian forgot whether he was crying or laughing, or if he was still so calm, calm to the point of indifference.

I should have smiled and said, 'Well, if I can meet you again in the future, I will laugh and not wake up your memory.' ’

Will it be another life? Like in the previous life, carefree, only knowing that you will come back to get married, marry and have children. ’

'Do you like that?'

'No...... Like ......'

The wind blows, and sand falls from the fingertips.

The picture in the dream gradually turned gray, and the gray kept splashing bright red, and the figures kept falling from the sky.

He is the demon king, and the woman he loves is the princess, and if the princess dies, what does it matter if a few more people are martyred?

That day, for some reason, the power broke through the maximum limit that the human main plane and the demon realm could bear, and when they exerted their power with all their might, the space would be shattered in a large area.

At the end of the dream, there are two sarcophagi deep underground in the Demon King Palace.

One sarcophagus was empty, with a neon robe in it, and he slowly lay down in another, closing his eyes and silent for a thousand years.

……

Early in the morning, Mu Qian slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

That dream yesterday seemed a little real.

"Hah...... ...... owed"

"Xiao Qian, come out for breakfast!" came the shouting of Zhen's father outside.

"It's coming!" Mu Qian replied, turned his head to look at his pillow, and found two small stains on it, and raised his hand to turn the pillow over and close it one by one.

That's saliva, saliva.