The pampered palm of the president

Chapter 821 The Return of the Demigod
Situ Song hadn't thought of it until now.

A random arrangement he made back then made Situ Qingyin the overlord in this sinful world, with a power that even Yuan Buchang would be afraid of!
"it is good!"

Knowing the priorities, Ye Zhizhi slowly let go of his hands, and his gaze flicked across a man who had just beaten a man to death, his eyes were red.

Looking at the others, they all looked filled with righteous indignation.

Indeed, as long as it is not a treacherous person who comes here for the first time, this is also a normal reaction.

Even among the eight of them, Situ Yi, none of them had ever accompanied him.

In order to practice him back then, Situ Song only threw him in alone, and no one was allowed to follow him.

Later, he got used to the existence of another world here.

He felt that when he came to the triangular domain, he was like a demon king with thousands of dead bones on his feet, and killing and darkness flowed in his bones.

He doesn't want anyone involved in this world.

He is the only one who travels between light and darkness...

But now, he needs this blade of darkness to protect the light, so he must let the light and darkness collide.

When the group reached a deserted alley, Situ Qingyin stopped, took out a mask from his arms and put it on his face as if by magic.

The mask didn't have any material, and it exuded a faint cold air under the reflection of the sun.

It's obviously not a ferocious expression, but it's inexplicably captivating.

Situ Qingyin who put on the mask seemed to be a different person. Although he was also domineering and stern, he was more like a demon king when he put on the mask, exuding a murderous aura all over his body.

"Let's go."

Situ Qingyin greeted faintly, walked out of the alley and walked towards the most prosperous place.

Seeing the mask on his face, the crowd froze for a moment, and then burst into cheers. Everyone rushed to tell each other: "The demigod is back."

"Demi god?"

Cao Yu was a little surprised that he dared to use his previous identity as his name here.

"At that time, I didn't have any memories of my previous life. It was just that when I was famous, when someone asked me to give my name, these two words appeared in my mind."

Situ Qingyin explained it lightly, and looked up at the plaque not far away.

The five gold-plated characters of "Oriental Semi-God Tomb" shine brightly in the sun, and the huge gate looks like an ancient high gate compound, with nine rows of shining rivets embedded in the gate.

"Why is it called the Eastern Demigod Tomb? How unlucky, it feels like a graveyard."

Feng Shaoxian shuddered, just because of the name, he didn't want to go in.

"The Triangle Region has always regarded the more inauspicious things as more serious. Besides, whoever comes to the Triangle Region is not in danger at any time? Today's mansion, tomorrow's grave, what's wrong?"

Situ Qingyin stood still, more and more people gathered around him, but no one dared to come within 20 meters of them.

Therefore, although the crowd is getting more and more crowded, there are only a few of them in a large area at the door, and it really looks like they are welcoming the emperor.

"Demigod, you're finally back. We won't be able to hold on any longer."

Soon, a middle-aged man in his 40s came out quickly from the door. His eyes were sharp, but when he looked at Situ Qingyin wearing a mask, he was filled with unparalleled fanaticism, as if he really respected him as a god.

Behind him, there were two people with gray hair and old age.

But without exception, these people looked at Situ Qingyin with the admiration and fanaticism of a loyal believer.

(End of this chapter)