Chapter 1235 Was Your Head Smashed?

"Sir, sir, didn't I tell you before that the super artifact I prepared for you was snatched away by this guy?"

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pointed at Xia Fukun and said to the big devil.

"Haha, do you think the Great Demon King will reason with you?"

The big devil sneered, his eyes cold.

"You won't see a new super artifact in two days, so you can hand it over yourself."

After the demon king finished speaking, he flicked his black robe and disappeared on the spot.

When he saw the disappearing figure of the great devil, the old man gritted his teeth.

Now he is a little doubtful whether he is a big fool!

Thinking that there were still two days left, and the deadline given to him by the big devil was about to expire, the old man simply stopped preparing to build any super artifact and went directly to his home to choose someone to sacrifice to the big devil! In the past two days, it’s almost time to prepare for the funeral!

After all, it takes two days to build a super artifact. Let alone this old man, it is impossible for any master craftsman in this artifact village to do it! If they can really do it, then why are they still here being master craftsmen? Um? ! Wouldn’t it be more profitable to go wholesale directly?

The day passes quickly...

Night falls...

Xia Fukun suffered a blow from the big devil and fainted.

However, the big devil didn't seem to want his life. After one blow, although Xia Fukun was knocked unconscious, his life was not in danger.

It was also at this time, when Xia Fukun slowly woke up.

He found that he was soaking in a medicine jar.

and--

The most terrible thing is that this medicine jar is not an open medicine jar, but a sealed one! I soaked it with myself...and some ginseng essence and so on...

Xia Fukun was a little broken.

What's the meaning?

After all, he is also on a difficult mission, and he also has the aura of the protagonist, right?

What the hell is being used as material to make medicinal wine now? !

Moreover, Xia Fukun felt that if his intuition was accurate, the big devil in front of him should be himself many years later. However, Xia Fukun didn't know why, but he had lost his memory many years later.

But now is not the time to think about that!

Especially, why was my self many years later used it as a medicinal material and put it in a medicine jar to make medicinal wine? What the hell is this?

If you tell me this, do you still want to lose face?

"Oh, are you awake?"

When he found that Xia Fukun had regained consciousness, the big devil smiled at Xia Fukun.

Xia Fukun was a little creepy, because this big devil, his "future self" with a face exactly like his own, was pressing his face against the edge of the medicine jar, and there was only a layer of "glass" between him and him. Without this layer of glass products, Xia Fukun has no doubt that it would be possible for him to have an intimate BOB with the other party. If the love goes deep, it is also possible for it to develop into a tongue kiss...

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

The big devil grinned, and Xia Fukun could clearly see that his mouth was full of yellow teeth, and there were cavities in his mouth!

It seems that I should smoke less in the future!

Xia Fukun didn't think about the question the other party asked him, but was thinking about something else...

Looking at Xia Fukun in front of him, he seemed to be in a fugue. The big devil frowned.

He felt that Xia Fukun didn't respect him. He was asking questions, but Xia Fukun didn't answer him?

You know, in this world, who dares not to give a small amount of face to the big devil? Um? This Xia Fukun has the potential for rebellion? !

"Please-speak!"

The big devil frowned and said something to Xia Fukun.

Also aggravated by the inexplicable voice of the big devil, Xia Fukun trembled violently. Immediately, when he was about to speak, he found that the entire medicine jar was filled with medicinal wine. As soon as he opened his mouth, the strong wine entered his mouth. Mouth, spread throughout his limbs and bones...

Immediately, a blush appeared on Xia Fukun's face, and then he burped from wine and his eyes were blurry...

demon king:"……"

He looked at Xia Fukun as if he was still drunk? ?

Realizing Xia Fukun's current situation, the big devil snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, Xia Fukun came out of the medicine jar and fell to the ground.

"How drunk are you!"

The big devil frowned and moved his hand on the top of Xia Fukun's head. Suddenly, the blush on Xia Fukun's face disappeared.

Immediately, Xia Fukun regained consciousness.

Looking at the big devil in front of him, Xia Fukun frowned.

The big devil also repeated the question he just asked.

He hoped that he would get the respect he deserved, and at the very least, his questions would need someone to answer them.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

The big devil asked Xia Fukun repeatedly.

"Why?"

Xia Fukun doesn't know how to answer this!

"Because of your handsome cheeks!"

When the big devil said this, he even touched his face.

Xia Fukun: "..."

I almost vomited it out, okay?

Although I don’t know what I will experience in the future, why is it so disgusting?

and……

Xia Fukun suddenly sympathized with the relatives and friends around him...

How have they been able to smile and communicate with themselves over the years? ?

"I have a question."

Xia Fukun raised his hand and spoke to the big devil.

"Um?"

The Great Demon King was stunned for a moment. Isn't this the time for him to ask questions to Xia Fukun? Why is this Xia Fukun still asking questions?

However, although the big devil is a big devil, he is a very benevolent big devil. He feels that although he will not kill Xia Fukun for the time being, if one day he makes him unhappy, he will still kill him. . Moreover, I don't know why I am unhappy. Maybe one day I don't like Xia Fukun and I will kill him?

Therefore, before that, if Xia Fukun wants to ask anything, let the other party ask it!

"I want to ask."

Xia Fukun gritted his teeth. This question might make the other party go berserk, but there was no way. Xia Fukun still had to ask, because only by clearing up this question could he proceed better with his reincarnation journey.

"Has your head been hit directly?"