The tea in the bedroom was already cold and everything was silent, but the old and young men remained silent and looked at each other.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Han Feng said first. He didn't understand the big reason, so why didn't Mulanhong say it earlier.

"It is indeed our fault. Your father treats me well on weekdays, but at a critical moment, I have caused him to be injustice for the family." Mulanhong said with a wry smile. He knew that his decision at that time was extremely correct for the family, but he regretted it in his heart.

Han Feng stood up, grabbed his hand and continued to take the pulse and diagnose it, murmured: "A family is such a huge system. As a family, it mainly considers the interests of each clan member and considers the family." Then he took out three silver needles from his pocket and inserted them on Mulanhong's Shenting point, Zhongfu point and Lingxu point.

"From the overall situation, you are not wrong, but I will still hate you." The resentment in Han Feng's eyes gradually faded, but it still did not disappear.

"Because it is precisely because of your decision that my parents, my sister, and my tribe members all died in battle, and the century-old pony family was destroyed!" Han Feng's hand couldn't help but tremble, so that he almost inserted the needle into the position several times.

He bit his tongue suddenly, and the smell of blood came up, forcing himself to calm down, "Also, I hope you can tell me the name of the person who revealed the secret treasure to the outside world. I want to kill him to respect the spirit of the Han family in heaven." At this moment, his hideous face suddenly returned to normal, and the description of the word "kill" was plain and creepy.

"He is still young and admires Rou'er. This is caused by the jealousy of a frivolous man. Please show mercy to Mr. Han!" Mu Lanhong was so upset when he heard this, he was very worried. He knew that Han Feng would do what he said.

"I'm still young?" Han Feng pulled out the last silver needle from Mulanhong's people, wiped the sweat beads from his head with a handkerchief, and laughed: "Was I not young when I was exterminated? If I were not killed in time, this person would be in great trouble in the future!"

"Kill someone to kill you. Kill one person to kill ten, kill ten, kill all! Since he dares to kill me once, then dare to kill the second time. Why can't I kill him?" Han Feng put his bag away and tied it around his waist, then turned his head and went out, saying as he walked.

"Even if you don't tell me, I know who it is. The one named Mulanlie looked at me with extreme hatred and frightened eyes when he came in just now. I glanced at him and realized his thoughts."

"Young Master Han!" Mulanhong wanted to get up from the bed. At this moment, he felt much more comfortable in his body. Although the root of the disease had not been removed, it was still cured, but he still couldn't stand up to stop Han Feng.

"This time I'm giving you a shot for Rou'er's sake. Next time I meet, I'll either die or live." Han Feng glanced back, then waved his sleeves, pushed open the door and left. Before leaving, he glanced at the beauty in Mulanfeng's arms indifferently.

Mulanfeng was feeding her medicine mouthfuls, but the latter showed no sign of awakening.

"Miss, wake up, Master Han has cured the master!"

"Don't shout, you can never wake up someone who pretends to be asleep." Han Feng sneered and strode away.

Sure enough, as soon as he left, Mulanrou slowly turned and opened her eyes, sighed: "He has changed, has become cold-blooded, and has become mature. I don't even know him."

"Miss, you're awake! Do you know how long you've fainted? I-" Mulanfeng said anxiously.

"I know, didn't you hear him say I was pretending to be asleep?" Mulanrou poked her forehead with her finger.

"Ah? But you-"

"Okay, stop talking. Let's go and see how my father's injury is healed. I believe in his medical skills." Mu Lanrou was still a little weak and moved step by step with the wall.

"Wait for a lady, Mr. Han said just before going out, he was going to kill Master Lie!" Mulanfeng seemed to remember something and suddenly shouted.

Mulanrou was stunned, then shook her head relieved and said with a smile, "Let him go, we may never see him again in the future."

...

Soon, a sad roar came from outside the door.

"Honor! Miss! Help!"

"Don't, Han Feng, I warn you, don't come here, but here-"

"ah--"

Immediately, blood splattered on the rice paper windowsill for five steps, spilling the entire door of Mulanhong's room.

The panic of many Muran’s servants outside the door rang out, and they all shouted in fear.

"It's a big deal, Master! Master Lie was killed by Master Han! Even his head was cut off!"

A guard came to report with blood all over, and his eyes were very scared. He just saw Han Feng killing with his own eyes. The terrifying speed of the sword was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to see clearly!

"I understand, go down." On the bed, Mulanhong was helped to sit up, his face was throbbing and uneasy. He looked at Mulanrou, who was also haggard, and slowly closed his eyes and sucked in the cold air.

"Don't you regret it, Rou'er, do you regret it!"

...

"Qi'er, you said that a person did a lot of good things but did a big thing wrong. Is he a good person or a bad person?" Han Feng leaned on a rugged rock, and the bright moonlight reflected in his pupils.

Yang Qi looked at the man on the rocks. He was dressed in white, with a haircut, and a particularly handsome appearance, which was unique in the moonlight.

"Master... It's hard for the disciple to answer the question you asked." Yang Qi was a little awkward. She really didn't know what to say.

"Then let's talk about your opinion." Han Feng asked afterwards.

"Han—oh no, Master, I think life is so long that it is impossible to do good things only, so any mortal will do wrong things, even a god will do it." Yang Qi blinked his big eyes and thought hard before answering.

"Can immortals do it..." Han Feng murmured, and in an instant he looked fierce, and he said fiercely: "Then I won't be a god. I want to ascend to the throne of the Demon Lord. For eternal generations, let the world judge my fault and only do what I think is right!"

"Ah! Master, what's wrong with you? It suddenly became so scary!" Yang Qi was so scared that he took a step back by Han Feng's words. Even the elixirs in the medicine furnace were knocked over, and the medicine was scattered on the ground was lost.

The feeling that Han Feng gave her just now was like a thunderous troll crawling out of the abyss of the Blood Sea, and the suffocating sense of oppression still existed even after a few breaths.

"It's nothing, I'm sorry to scare you, I'll get you the medicinal materials again." Han Feng jumped down from the rocks, rubbed Yang Qi's head and smiled gently, then walked towards the cabinet.

"What's wrong with Master today? It's very good and strange..." Yang Qi was stunned by Han Feng's intimate action, his face flushed, and he shyly covered his hot cheeks and muttered to himself.

...

Medicine Hall Cabinet.

Han Feng walked to an uninhabited room, sat cross-legged, and began to activate his soul power. He was suddenly covered in black air, filling the entire room, as if a ghost showed his appearance.

"The Heavenly Demon Yuan, come out."

"Have you finally thought about it this time?" The slightly gloomy voice came to Han Feng's mind again.

"We must make all kinds of cause and effect in this world, and the sinister evils no longer blind me, but only stick to my own morality and only stick to my own decision."

"I want to be the Demon Lord." Han Feng's heart was as calm as water, without any distractions.

"Hmph, you think too simple about being a Demon Lord. Your cultivation level is not enough. Although your state of mind is good, it is not enough. Not to mention your inexperienced martial arts, what's the thing!" Mo Yuan said sarcastically. In his eyes, Han Feng was just a child who had not grown up yet.

"You have said that no matter how high or low the Demon Lord is, whether it is success or failure, whether it is right or wrong, whether it is Taoism and law, as long as he can control the spiritual power of heaven and earth and reverse the universe, he will be the Demon Lord." Han Feng did not explain much about the mockery of Demon Yuan, "Anyone who does everything depends on his heart, circulates the world, and changes his destiny against the heavens, I can also become the Demon Lord!"

Mo Yuan was shocked when he heard this. He had served the Demon Lords of all generations, but he had never seen any man with Han Feng's vision and mind.

"Well, maybe you can really surpass the previous generations, be unprecedented and open up new avenues." Mo Yuan thought for a while, "But don't be too proud. I will teach you how to practice quickly and obtain advanced skills, but the real path is still something you have to go by yourself to have opportunities. The paths to ascending the throne of each generation of Demon Lord are different, and I don't have to interfere too much."

"How did the previous generations prove their powers as kings?" Han Feng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that even the demonic Yuan, who had been dominating the world for thousands of years, could not control the destiny.

"Your previous generation, who called himself the Demon Lord of Ao, killed hundreds of thousands of fairyland cultivators and divine clans in the ancient battlefield, was so powerful that they were famous all over the world. Later, for his own conquest, he forced a beautiful woman from the fairyland. After she was drunk, she lost all her skills and died."

"The previous generation, the Seven Killing Demon Lord, is the most powerful generation of Demon Lord in history. After surpassing the Jun Ling Realm, he ascended to heaven and started killing the soldiers and generals of the Heavenly Court off guard. He smashed the Heavenly Court into ruins and was suppressed and sealed by the Heavenly Emperor."

"Another generation, Luowang Demon Lord, created his own martial arts, Tianluodi Net. Once the moves were made, the whole world turned into spiritual power for martial arts. He relied on this technique to stand out all the heroes, but in the end he was attacked to death in a duel with the genius of the Divine Vein Clan."

"Another generation..." Mo Yuan wanted to continue talking. He served more than twenty generations of Demon Lords. Which generation was not covered with blood and was cynical.

So he wanted to "educate" Han Feng well, and could not retain the kind of womanly kindness he had in his heart.

"It's enough, stop talking. I'm starting to worry about dying for no reason one day!" Han Feng fought a cold war. It seemed that all the demon kings would not end up being much better, they all died tragically.

Either they are poisoned by their friends and lovers, or they are attacked and killed by accident, or they are killed or sealed by their enemies.

"I'd better practice peacefully. There are many opportunities in the future. I don't have to worry about it now." Han Feng smacked his tongue, hurriedly restrained the demonic energy of the Heavenly Demonic in his body, and ran out of the room as if he was flying to find medicinal materials for Yang Qi.

"This new Demon Lord looks quite majestic at the moment, but he actually has the bad habit of being timid at critical moments..." Mo Yuan felt sad. He could only see darkness for his future.

Although he is the darkness itself.
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