Ji Lu of Hu Weizi

Demonic energy flowed in the neon lights of the city. He came in the night. Wherever he passed, flowers of the other side bloomed in the steel forest. The demon king who once made the three realms tremble is now sipping a latte in Blue Star's cafe, with black flames on his fingertips as gentle as a cat. He likes to ride in the black mist across the sky at midnight, with the city lights as bright as the stars beneath his feet. The demonic essence turned into a warm current, and the evening breeze carrying the fragrance of osmanthus brushed the cheeks - the aura of this world was so gentle that it was intoxicating. At the top of the East China Sea, he stood above the clouds and watched the rising sun leaping over the blue waves. The hands that used to see the sea of ​​blood, now catch the first ray of morning light, are actually more gentle than the Nine Nether Chalcedony. Thousands of sword lights were chasing after him. He looked back and chuckled, and the demonic power dispersed with a slight shock, and the murderous intent in the sky disappeared. "It's very nice here." He crushed the star projection in his palm and let the light flow from his fingers into the sea of ​​clouds. Now that I'm here, I will be the overlord of this gentle village and protect the happiness of the world. After all, the devil's freedom has never been so undisputed.