The Days I Didn't Want to Be the Demon Emperor

After Xia Ning died, he abandoned the book and raised his hand with the same thought as me

Tsk, your last book The Invincible Emperor exploded again I dare say that your book will definitely collapse in the middle and late stages. Your book can only be read in the early and middle stages, but it is completely unreadable in the later stages If you see it, please give me a boost to see if my prediction is wrong. At any rate, I have caught up with your Invincible Emperor in the middle and late stages.

I see that many people hate this book and this style of writing, and I can almost understand their thoughts I recommend that you read it when you are alone, in a house alone late at night or in the evening It is a kind of comfort like standing by the lake and letting the wind blow by Will we curse this damn wind that keeps blowing? Looking as far as the eye can see, the calm lake surface and the sunset struggling to set the horizon We need to be recognized and need a higher status, so we act and burn ourselves like the dazzling sunshine. We hope that others will recognize our achievements and success However, Xia Ji is different. He was once weak and ridiculed, but later became strong, but did not tell anyone. It is necessary to tell others, Xia Ji's invincibility is accumulated bit by bit in the past sixteen years It is not pretending to be a pig, a person has a life attitude and a way of life for sixteen years, and it is difficult for him to change it The power of invincibility only gives Xia Ji more ways to observe the world Also, what is the purpose of showing off his invincibility? Xia Ji doesn't want to rule the world. Ruling the world is so troublesome. Human beings are a collection of troubles. No matter how beautiful the system is, there will always be people who want to overthrow him Now there must be people secretly planning this dynasty. After Xia Ji shows his strength, there will be people planning him. , I really like that kind of writing style Including the chapter "A Lucky Big Straw Bag", let's savor it carefully. This is not a simple title summarizing the content of this chapter, but a thread throughout Everyone, a straw bag from a different angle, and the last one whispered: "A Lucky Big Straw Bag" There is really an indescribable feeling that arises spontaneously PS2: Do you really want a Jianjing? _(:з∠)_

I don't quite understand why the protagonist pretends to be a pig

"I... Where am I?" Xia Ji tried his best to open his eyes wide, but could only see a lifeless darkness. There are subtle light and shadows swimming in the darkness, but it only makes people doubt whether this light really exists. "You're here." Who... Who's there! At this time, Xia Ji was no longer as casual as a big straw bag. Facing the unknown, the temperament of a level 13 legend naturally emerged. He wanted to feel his power, but there was nothing. Not just power, light, sound, nothing here. "I'm here." A calm voice sounded, but unlike the first voice, which was calm and calm, the second voice was calm but trembling, as if the calm sea before the tsunami contained endless emotions, but they were suppressed and could not be released. "You shouldn't have come." The quiet voice had a hint of helplessness. 'But I'm here after all. ' Xia Ji thought this sentence was appropriate. The so-called affection shows its power in the ordinary. But not really. "Twenty thousand years. Look at this world, there have been countless generations. These ordinary people, in their lifetime, only a few decades, they love and hate in a mess. In the end, what are they left behind? But they are happy, You can chase your own love. Although life is short, it will bloom like an epiphyllum. You saved me ten thousand years ago and gave me this long life, but in exchange for ten thousand years of waiting, we are finally separated from each other. "If the sound just now was the eve of the tsunami, then it is on the verge of erupting now. The voice was also very flat, but it was not calm, but mechanical. Emotions have long been out of control. This trembling machine is the last bit of reason holding on, trying hard to finish the words that have been prepared before collapse. "Why do you have to face these thousands of immortals and Buddhas alone? Don't you know how much I miss you?!" Thousands of thoughts merged into one, and thousands of words finally turned into this sentence, 'I miss you'. Sometimes, no matter how beautiful the words are, they are not as moving as these straightforward and simple words. Silence In Xia Ji's eyes, a certain trace of light gradually enlarged. He tried to distinguish it, but it was still blurry. "Alas, you don't understand war" sighed. (The world is a chess game. Only by staying out of the game can you survive) "No, it's because you don't understand women" Simply. (You never know what I really care about. I would rather die with you than live alone.) Silence again "You have changed. When you saved me, you were not like this. Do you really change that much when you become a saint?" "You know, this is different. You were not a demon back then, but now you are the demon king of six paths." But the second voice ignored him. "You used to be a general, but now you are an emperor. In the past, you took the lead and fought for the demon clan. Now, every demon is your chess piece. The life and death of every demon is subject to your orders and is controlled by you. The demon clan is fighting for you." Sharp. "No, of course not. Every demon is fighting for the demon clan and living for themselves." Flustered. "Then let me die, okay?" All the emotions finally broke out at this moment. This voice was originally roaring, but because of the love, longing and resentment in the heart of the owner of the voice, it became trembling, depressed, sentimental, and pitiful. "Yes, the demon clan has no saints and can only be slaughtered by others, so you became this saint and fought for this glimmer of life for the demon clan. I know that you are not ordering the demon clan. You are responsible for the life and death of the entire clan and the heaviest burden in the universe. Every time a demon dies, you are sadder than us, because each of us is contributing to the survival of the demon clan, and only you can't do anything. Power. That's not the case! You are the Holy King of the Demon Clan, not the patron saint of the Demon Clan. If I had known this, I would rather not have you become this Saint. Let it go, there are not only the Demon Clan but the Demon King and countless ordinary demons. God, if there were no demons, you wouldn't have to do this. If the demons can't survive this disaster, it's God who wants to destroy us. The demons are destined to be kept in captivity and become food. It's not your fault. I know that you want to protect me, just like you sighed quietly on Tushan Mountain when you first met me thousands of years ago. Although I didn't understand anything at that time, at that moment, you were me. Everything in my eyes. I know that the bond between you and me was formed at that time. So you became a saint and didn't want to let me leave. But I am also a demon. Why must it be you who die? I know that it is unreasonable for you to go against this. " Suddenly, the voice stopped. "Let me stay." You sighed. This is not a tone of discussion, but rather a tone of despair. Listen carefully, and there is a hint of begging. "You know it can't be done. If you come here this time, you will be involved in a big cause and effect with me. If you stay, you will definitely die." Helpless. She knew that he would not let her stay, and she had never prepared to stay, just like she had never tried to persuade him this time. The bright spots in Xia Ji's eyes were finally clear enough to see what was inside. Those are nine white jade fox tails swaying in the air. But what was clear in his eyes was not the nine ultimate fox tails in the world, but the tears shed by its owner as he turned around and covered his face. A little light gradually brightened in Xia Ji's eyes. He looked intently, but it was a drop of tear. Before it fell, it reflected joys and sorrows, and after it fell, it reflected all kinds of emotions in life. The glimmer of light shone on the water droplets, reflecting clear light. The warm light shining into Xia Ji's eyes was like a knife cutting it, and seemed to make his heart burst into tears. 'Strange, why are these tears so sad? ' Xia Ji suddenly felt confused: In fact, both of them knew that she was crying, so why did they cover it up? Xia Ji suddenly noticed that the one in the middle of the nine fox tails was different. Although they are all jade tails, the one in the middle has a little starlight emanating from it, as if the stars in the night sky have collapsed. The brilliance is the glory of death. "You... What are you doing?" There was finally a hint of panic and surprise in the calm voice. "You gave me twenty thousand years of cultivation, this one ten thousand years, I will return it to the demon clan, and this second ten thousand years, I will return it to you." At this time, Yuhu's voice returned to tranquility, without any emotion, as if the collapsing stars had nothing to do with her. "Why? You could have returned with the demon clan again." "I'm afraid, I won't be able to wait for that day." Quiet, like water. "Since you don't want me to stay, let me dance the last dance for you!" The voice was speechless. Silence may be a kind of expectation. The traces of light dance like the dance of Shiva's karma. Dancing like stars, yet poignant before being gorgeous. The light in Xia Ji's eyes became clearer and clearer, and he finally saw the picture clearly, but the dance was almost over. That dance was not clinging to the mist and rain of the south of the Yangtze River, nor was it like the beauty in the palace. She was the most charming body in the world, but she danced such a holy dance. That dance should be the most beautiful scene in the world, but it reveals an unparalleled desolation, as if the dancer's entire life is in this moment, this time all blooming in the dance. Yes, that's how it should be. The Demon King Jiuwei dispersed her ten thousand years of skill to dance this extraordinary dance. "The white fox of Suisui, the nine-tailed leprous. My family is Jiayi, and the guest is the king. When we have a family, I will create prosperity. When heaven and man meet, I will do it here." The voice finally couldn't bear it, "Let's go, let's go, I will come back, and it will never be too late." The voice returned to calmness, but Xia Ji could tell that the calmness was no longer the original calmness, and he had long been infected by the extreme emotion. The dance ended, and the people disappeared like smoke, as if they had never existed: You don't understand, the white fox never repays its kindness for the life-saving grace. P. S.: I wrote this not for Tu Shan Ningning, but for Xia Ji, to express some thoughts about Xia Ji's character creation. Now the pen is in my hand, so I write it down. How to choose is the character; but how to choose is the thickness. Just like the tears and the love, it is because of the love that it becomes more real. In fact, many plots are taken from the book. It's not that the author's writing is not good, Zeng Jinxia is very emotional, but gradually, he becomes ruthless.

I still hope that the protagonist can find someone to at least put up the air of the underworld first. Otherwise, I always feel that the following scene will happen👇: Black Rope Rakshasa: Teacher, there are so many masters of the underworld, why do we still hide in the dark? Protagonist: Well, who told you that we are as skilled as a cloud? Black Rope Rakshasa: Demonic Monk Ferrying, Bull-headed Death-seeking, Horse-faced Soul-seeking... Add in the teacher Yama and I, wouldn't it be like a cloud of masters? Emperor Yama: Hey, I won't hide it from you now. The whole underworld is my trumpet. Why don't you believe it? Then I will change my mask and say this again. The Ferrying Demon Monk: Hey, I won't hide it from you now. The whole underworld is my trumpet. Why don't you believe it? Then I will change my mask and say this again. Niutou: Hey, I won't hide it from you now. The whole underworld is my trumpet. Why don't you believe it? Then I will change my mask and say this again. Ma Mian: Hey, I won't hide it from you now. The whole underworld is my trumpet. Why don't you believe it? Then I will change my mask and say this again. Black Rope Rakshasa:…😰

The protagonist is a sister-controller, and his sister married the emperor for him. The protagonist is invincible, but I believe his sister is very happy. Why does Mao feel so green? Alas, it's much better to say it. I was persuaded to quit at the beginning. Although you said this book is very good, maybe I didn't understand it.

The unfinished king won't let you talk? How many rewrites and how many copies of Eunuch? Did you read my book for free? Not to mention, it's so awesome, I'll be a eunuch for the rest of my life

The next few days will be explosive every day, and the word count will soon catch up. Sorry, sorry, 😭

A bold guess is that I am currently more interested in masks. The protagonists are currently exclusive, the prince, the demon monk, the bull head, and Qiushui Zhan Rakshasa. Then I guess, maybe the protagonist of the bull head mask will take off the bull head mask and give it to the girl. Then the girl with the Zhuxian Sword may also get a mask. Hongyun may also get one. The other masks may wait for the protagonist to write new characters. Then everyone still remembers Bingyun from the noodle shop. Sister, a passerby who sells noodles has a name and has been described many times. Will he have a mask and be initiated, 😁😁, and then it will be a breakthrough in thinking. Lan Yuxiaozhenren doesn't know if the author will give him a breakthrough, because the latest one is suspected of whitewashing him, and his mood has changed. Finally, sister 🤭🤭🤭🤭