As he thought, a broken bowl was handed to his lips.

The Blood Demon Divine Monarch looked up along the broken bowl in disbelief, only to see this dirty young man holding the broken bowl, as if he wanted to feed the contents of his own bowl.

He glared at the porridge and rotten vegetable leaves in the broken bowl, and asked in horror, "You?"

Zhang Tian said with a smile, "You finally woke up, I slept in the temple last night, but I was woken up by you."

The dream of getting together with my father and mother has been disturbed, and you really hate it.

By the way, you're going to pay me for the rotten pot, that's the only good thing I've ever had. ”

The little beggar was talking to himself, while the Blood Demon God Monarch looked at the surrounding Huanxuan.

The ruined temple was old, and there was a hole in the roof of the house that was the size of a basin, which shone into the main hall with brilliant sunlight.

The statue of the god of the land that has been erected for I don't know how many years is still intact, but most of the clay body is exposed, and only the painted face and shoulders are still preserved.

Hearing the beggar mention stepping on the cauldron, the Blood Demon God Monarch's eyes looked down and his eyes widened violently.

He found the beggar holding a broken bowl that was only half large, and a swimming fly floating on the surface of the small half of the bowl of gruel.

Thinking of the sweet and sour taste in his mouth just now, the Blood Demon God Monarch questioned the beggar in disbelief, "You, you just now, that is, use this, give, eat!"

The beggar looked at the leftover porridge in the broken bowl in his hand, and said regretfully, "You haven't eaten yet, but I haven't eaten yet, and I'm still hungry."

But you're a guest, so I can only give you this porridge. ”

After speaking, the beggar handed the leftover porridge to the mouth of the Blood Demon God Monarch and poured it into his mouth very lovingly.

"No, no, don't, don't drink ......"

The Blood Demon Divine Monarch glared at the little beggar in great anger, wanting to use the majesty of the dignified Demon Monarch to scare him away.

But Zhang Tian insisted on putting the broken bowl to the mouth of the Blood Demon God Monarch, and poured all the porridge into it without any leftovers.

When the leftover porridge was poured into the mouth of the Blood Demon God Monarch, he could only keep whining, and his eyes were full of grievances.

God knows that the Blood Demon God Monarch is roaring and cursing, he has only tasted the blood of a noble virgin in his life, and tasted all kinds of delicacies made of the flesh and blood of rare and strange beasts.

However, when the dignified Blood Demon God Monarch was injured and killed, he was actually forced to drink leftover gruel.

What a shame, what a terrible thing.

Feeling that he had been greatly wronged, the Blood Demon God Monarch couldn't move, so he could only stare at the beggar with his eyes wide open, and he couldn't speak easily.

"You! you are so hateful! bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

But when he saw the beggar looking at him with pity, he shook the empty bowl and said, "Hey, I'm going to find something else to eat, so you can rest well." ”

The Blood Demon God Monarch's angry eyes were as big as a wine glass, and he watched the little beggar out of the temple gate, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Looking at the direction in which the beggar disappeared, he secretly said fiercely in his heart, "I think that my dignified Demon Lord will be forcibly fed leftover porridge by a filthy beggar today!

Hmph, little beggar, when this demon lord recovers from his injuries, he will definitely draw out your primordial spirit.

If I don't refine it for thousands of years, how can I vent the hatred in my heart!"

Thinking of this, the Blood Demon God Monarch laughed a few times, and then silently used the condensation technique of the Demon Skill, wanting to make himself recover his ability to act faster.

This magic skill is extremely powerful, but it requires the practitioner to constantly devour people's flesh and blood, even healing is also this method.

He concentrated on the magic power pranayama method, just because he wanted to have the ability to act, he immediately sucked the little beggar.

The Blood Demon God Monarch was thinking about leaving the beggar Yuan Shen behind, and how to refine it to vent his hatred, so he used even more strength to breathe.

It's just that he was too seriously injured, but his luck has not improved for a long time.

When the Blood Demon God Monarch was about to run the magic skill again, he saw the little beggar return to the temple.

Zhang Tian held a jar of chowder dishes mixed with hundreds of dishes, hummed a small tune he learned from the fishermen, and happily entered the temple.

He saw the Blood Demon God Monarch glaring at him hatefully, and thought that the old man in red was hungry again, so he sighed, "Oh, you old man can really eat, and after a while, he will be hungry again."

Okay, okay, I'll feed you. ”

Zhang Tian approached the Blood Demon God Monarch, and was very reluctant to put the soup jar on the ground, grabbed the messy vegetables with his hands and stuffed them into his drink.

The Blood Demon Divine Monarch was shocked and hurriedly shouted, "No, don't eat!

But Zhang Tian thought that the Blood Demon God Monarch was still hungry, so he actively grabbed all kinds of hodgepodge dishes and forcibly stuffed them into his mouth.

The dignified Blood Demon God Monarch couldn't speak, and it was too late to shut up, so he could only helplessly put the miscellaneous soup and vegetables in his mouth.

He tried his best not to eat it, but the mixed soup kept flowing into his throat, and he could only stare at the little beggar fiercely with his eyes.

At this time, the Blood Demon God Monarch was ashamed and indignant, and he kept shouting in his heart, "If you don't refine your Yuan Shen for 100,000 years, I won't be the Blood Demon God Monarch!"

Zhang Tian saw the sparkling eyes of the Blood Demon God Monarch, and thought that he was thanking himself.

He said with some embarrassment, "Fortunately, the uncles and uncles in the village caught a lot of fish, so they didn't give me some food."

You don't have to thank me, it's the people in the village who gave you food, and you have to thank them when you're well. ”

The Blood Demon God Monarch nodded solemnly, and said in his heart, "I will go and thank them, and thank them by eating everyone up!"

He glared at the little beggar again, and then closed his eyes and ran the magic skills, and didn't care about the hundred dishes in his mouth.

Zhang Tian saw the Blood Demon Divine Monarch close his eyes, knowing that he was full, he immediately took the jar and went to the side to eat.

The Blood Demon God Monarch opened his eyes and glanced coldly at the little beggar who was eating chowder, and his heart became even more angry.

This little beggar is so dirty, he actually eats the same jar of food with his own demon lord, isn't he afraid of being sent by heaven?

Forcing himself to calm down, the Blood Demon closed his eyes again and exercised his skills, recovering his mobility as soon as possible to clean up the little beggar.

Hearing the sound of the little beggar eating with relish, the blood demon couldn't stop clenching his teeth and grinding his teeth to a rattle.

It wasn't until the little beggar went out of the temple again that he was able to calm down and slowly repair the muscles and veins in his body.

After the Blood Demon God Monarch finished a week's healing method, he felt that his injuries had improved a little.

While he was rejoicing, he saw the little beggar begging for dinner to share with him.

As soon as the Blood Demon Divine Monarch saw the beggar enter the temple, he immediately wanted to get up and grab the beggar to torture him, but his whole body was in great pain as soon as he moved.

His body was difficult to move, so he could only speak in a yin voice, "Child, do you know the famous Blood Demon God Monarch in Shenzhou!

The Blood Demon Divine Monarch said lightly, and his aura was fully expanded, as if the invincible Demon Monarch was standing again.

For thousands of years, as long as he said his own name, he could cause an uproar everywhere.

Whether it is a mortal or a cultivator, they are all respectfully currying favor with him, and the enemy will also flee when they hear the news.

The murderous name of a generation of demon lords, no one knows, no one knows.

But now, the little beggar in front of him who lives in the ancient temple of a lonely fishing village doesn't like him, and he doesn't recognize any blood mushroom nerves.

Zhang Tian smiled at the old man in red and said, "My name is Zhang Tian, and my father and mother are famous, but I don't know where they are now." ”

He sighed in frustration, and said with a smile, "You're hungry again, look, the villagers have given steamed buns made of white flour, and I'll give you something to eat first." ”

The Blood Demon God Monarch shouted angrily, "You dare! I don't eat what I begged for, give me living flesh and blood!"

Reach over and give me a bite!!"

Zhang Tian shook his head and sighed, "It seems that you are really hungry and are talking nonsense, but I have no way to get meat for you to eat." ”

With his dirty hands that he hadn't washed well for several years, he reluctantly grabbed a steamed bun, and then stuffed it into the mouth of the Blood Demon God Monarch.