The Slaughter Demon Lord looked at Rong Che with a headache as his body became more and more solid in the consciousness space. His tortured soul was not as short as ten thousand or twenty thousand years. This was the first time he had encountered such a tough man.
"Okay, tell me what you want!" The Demon Lord of Slaughter was lying face to face, looking very angry!
Rong Che curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, it seemed that he didn't need to be in heart-wrenching pain today.
"negotiation."
"Okay, you can talk!!"
"For five hundred years, don't take my body or control me. If you haven't found a way to separate after five hundred years, you can take over my body and go to the devil world, but don't harm the creatures in this plane."
Rong Che said.
The Slaughter Demon Lord was silent. In fact, he was very angry. If this guy didn't practice, it would be useless to seize his own body. His mortal body could not bear his own soul.
"You mean that you will cultivate to the point where you can bear my soul, but I won't be able to take it away within five hundred years?" the Slaughter Demon Lord asked thoughtfully.
"yes."
"Why did I wait so long?" The Demon Slayer was eager for revenge and really didn't want to wait too long.
"I have something to do." Rong Che didn't want to tell him too much. He knew very little about the Demon Slayer, and he didn't want the other party to know him too well.
"Okay, I agree. It's only five hundred years, I can afford to wait!" The Slaughter Demon Lord nodded.
Rong Che looked at him quietly without any relaxation.
"Why, you're still not satisfied? I have promised you!"
"Make a contract."
The Killing Demon Lord glared at him: "Now that I only have my soul left, how can I make a contract?"
"Soul Contract!"
"You!" The Slaughter Demon Lord thought to himself, isn't this kid just a mortal? How can he know so much!
But he knew that if he didn't agree, this kid would refuse to practice, and he wouldn't be able to seize his body, and he wouldn't be able to go back to the demon world to take revenge...
If he is willing to practice, he only needs to wait five hundred years...
"Okay, it's only five hundred years, I can afford to wait!" Demon Lord Slaughter said the same thing, but this time he gritted his teeth.
Rong Che narrowed his eyes. Judging from the performance of the Slaughter Demon Lord, he really planned to default on his debt. Fortunately, he was not so easy to trust other people's characters and was more cautious.
The two of them signed a soul contract. In fact, the Demon Lord of Slaughter can only sign a soul contract now. Who left him with only his soul.
"Boy, five hundred years from now, I will definitely not let you endure too much torture when I take over your body!" the Slaughter Demon Lord said, grinding his teeth.
"Five hundred years later... torture or not, what does it matter..." Rong Che was very free and easy.
The Slaughter Demon Lord remembered how tenacious this boy was, and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that his methods were too gentle? Could it be that he had actually regressed in terms of torturing people?
This is a great shame!
Rong Che finally accomplished the expected negotiation goal, so he breathed a sigh of relief and ignored the Slaughter Demon Lord. He sat down cross-legged and began to practice, continuing to absorb the soul sand here.
"Hey, hey, hey, why aren't you leaving yet!" The Slaughter Demon Lord shouted strangely. If this kid continues to absorb like this, the amount of soul sand he can absorb will be much less, which will slow down his recovery speed.
"Practice."
"You can go out to practice and increase your cultivation. Why do you have to practice here?" said the Slaughter Demon Lord with a frown.
Rong Che was unmoved and ignored him at all. The Demon Slayer was so anxious that he could do nothing.
There is absolutely no chance that Rong Che will be persuaded to do something. He is not a person who will be influenced by others.
Moreover, he noticed that absorbing soul sand made his soul more solid and tougher, which was probably the last thing the Slaughter Demon Lord wanted to see.
Because he had been tortured to death by him hundreds of times and stood up to negotiate again, but it didn't move his face. Instead, the decreasing amount of soul sand made his face appear worried.
Rong Che discovered this keenly, and later deliberately absorbed it for a while each time. As expected, the Slaughter Demon Lord couldn't sit still and was finally willing to negotiate.
The corners of the Slaughter Demon Lord's eyes twitched, which was a sign that he was angry. In the past, no one in the demon world would dare to mess with him at this time!
It's a pity that this is not the demon world, and Rong Che is not his subordinate who is always vigilant. He doesn't know.
And even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.
The Slaughter Demon Lord obviously also found out, so he was so angry that he drifted away. It was so frustrating to be so close and angry but unable to touch him!
A few days later, when Rong Che still had no intention of leaving, the Demon Lord of Slaughter came to him again. Rong Che had been in the consciousness space for too long and the Demon Lord of Slaughter was responsible for maintaining his body. He was very angry!
Rong Che looked at the furious Slaughter Demon Lord and reluctantly agreed to leave.
The Slaughter Demon Lord actually breathed a sigh of relief, saying that this stubborn boy had already failed him after several attempts.
"Well, you should also know that a strong body is also a necessary condition for cultivation. If the soul is strong but the body is weak, then...eh? Where are you? Where have you been?"
The Slaughter Demon Lord was in the mood to teach him a lesson, when he turned around and saw that Rong Che had left without saying a word!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The Slaughter Demon Lord jumped in anger, vowing that one day he would take out Rong Che's soul, crush it and rub it over and over, and make him suffer pain that would be worse than death!
He was baring his teeth and claws in the consciousness space, but Rong Che had already opened his eyes in the underground palace.
He moved his body, felt a little stiff, his skin was rough and shriveled, and he was hungry and thirsty.
He knew that the Slaughter Demon Lord was really just trying to keep him alive.
At this time, the autumn mood was getting stronger. The old eunuch walked tremblingly to the door of the hall. After listening attentively, there was still no movement. He frowned and felt worried. Suddenly, his cloudy eyes lit up and he stepped aside and bowed respectfully.
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The door of the main hall opened from the inside, and Rong Che walked out with a haggard look on his face. He had lost a lot of weight.
"See Prince Xuan!" The old eunuch was about to kneel down, but Rong Che helped him: "No need to be polite."
Then he asked: "How long has this king been in here?"
"Replying to the prince, it has been more than two months since you entered." The old eunuch thought to himself, he is worthy of being a "ghost general". He can live without eating or drinking for two months. He is really different from ordinary people!
"More than two months..." Rong Che nodded and took a deep breath.
"Thank you for your hard work." Rong Che patted the old eunuch on the shoulder and strode away.
He went to the side room, and after a while, several eunuchs brought food boxes in. After a while, they ran out and delivered food boxes again.
Rong Che felt that his food intake had greatly increased. In the past, he had always paid attention to health and rarely consumed large amounts of fish and meat, but now he was a bit unhappy with meat. The food in Huangling was relatively vegetarian, and he always felt that he still had no energy after eating.
But he was not so hungry at last, so he asked someone to prepare his horse, and then he galloped towards the imperial city on horseback.
The old eunuch looked at his background worriedly and murmured: "I don't know if it's luck or misfortune..."
Looking up, the autumn air is crisp and the sky is blue, so it should be fine!
Rong Che went directly to the palace. The emperor walked out quickly to meet him, helped him up as he was about to pay homage, and asked anxiously: "How is it?"
"Yeah." Rong Che nodded.
The emperor became anxious: "Well, what do you mean? It's done?"
Rong Che still nodded: "Yes."
"He agreed?" the emperor asked with his eyes widened.
"yes."
"Then...can you believe what he says?"
Rong Che thought for a while. Although the Slaughter Demon Lord was not trustworthy, it was trustworthy after signing the soul contract, so he still nodded: "Yes."
"You kid! Can't you say two more words?" The emperor was slightly relieved and complained.
Rong Che's eyes flashed. Why should he say a few more words when he could answer a question in one word? Isn't that nonsense!
Moreover, he had always been like this. If he said a few more words this time, the emperor would definitely make a fuss and it would be too troublesome. So he just looked at the emperor expressionlessly.
"Okay, okay!" The emperor also knew that he had this temper and couldn't change it, and he couldn't help but say a few words. This was also a temper that he couldn't change.
"Then I will take my leave." Rong Che saluted and turned to leave. The emperor looked helplessly behind him.
Rong Che was stopped in front of the palace gate by the prince who came in a hurry.
"Little Emperor Uncle, why don't you go to the East Palace when you come to the palace?" The prince came after him panting.
"We have no official business to see the prince," Rong Che said.
"Uncle Emperor, can't you come and see me if you don't have official duties?" The prince felt very hurt.
Rong Che frowned imperceptibly. It seemed that he had never been to the East Palace before when he entered the palace. The princes always went to the palace when they left the palace. What's wrong now? He's still so childish as an adult.
"The prince must be more stable, so that the courtiers can feel at ease and at ease!" It was difficult for him to say a few more words, because of the close relationship between the two over the years.
The prince suddenly ran out of words and watched him leave with sadness in his eyes.
The attendant saw something wrong with his expression, so he came over and asked, "What's wrong, Your Highness?"
The prince shook his head slowly: "I don't know either, it seems like he will never come back."
The attendant chuckled: "Your Highness is joking. Your Highness, Prince Xuan, is my Fengrong Prince. Why doesn't he come back?"
The prince was in a heavy heart, and turned around with a sigh and returned to the East Palace. There were some things that he had just learned about not long ago, such as the devil in the little emperor's uncle's body, and what the little emperor's uncle was doing in the imperial mausoleum.
The attendant saw that he was not in a high mood, so he talked about the happy things: "His Royal Highness the Crown Princess is pregnant. Will Your Highness go to visit more often?"
The prince paused and looked up at the sky.
"I heard that there is a kind of soul-tracing grass in the world that can recall the souls of people who have died less than three years ago to meet each other. I don't know if it is true or not..."
The attendant knew that he was missing the former Crown Princess Yan Shuangyu, so he quickly lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
"After all, she is my original wife. Let the Crown Princess be more generous and have the mind of a Crown Princess!" The Crown Prince walked slowly and said as if talking to himself, but the attendants were sweating coldly and their calves were spinning.
He didn't know how the prince knew that he had taken refuge with the princess. This was obviously a warning, so he quickly whispered: "Yes."
The prince smiled coldly, do these people really think they are the same as before?
Suddenly, he understood what the little emperor's uncle had just said. It turned out that the impression he gave others was that he was not stable enough to make people worry-free, so people around him dared to form cliques!
snort!
Uncle Emperor, just wait and see, I will not let you down!