The King, You've Changed

After eating more than half a bowl of fried rice, the Purple Lin Demon King cried for an entire day. Especially in the dead of night, when he remembered that he had died before achieving anything, it instantly made the hero's tears soak his lapels.

However.

If he were given another chance, he would still choose to eat that bowl of fried rice. Eating it made him cry; not eating it would make him regret it!

During the Purple Lin Demon King's time at the Eternal Sect, his strength had been gradually recovering, but his stomach had also been thoroughly tied down by delicious food.

Even if they tried to drive him away now, he would not leave.

One day.

Jun Changxiao sat beside the Purple Lin Demon King, propping up his chin with a smile. "Is it good?"

"Good!"

"If it's good, then eat more."

The Purple Lin Demon King smacked his lips as he cleaned the dishes, then drank a huge bowl of soup. "Another..."

Wait a moment!

This guy's gaze and smile were strange!

The Purple Lin Demon King became vigilant. "Just say what you want!"

"Zi Lin."

Jun Changxiao stood up and patted his shoulder. "You've been in the sect for some time now. Although you open doors every day, your contributions are still a little lacking. You'll need to work harder in the future."

"How?" the Purple Lin Demon King asked.

Jun Changxiao sat back down, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table. "Gather all your subordinates and settle them in Iron Bone Mountain. I'll provide food and lodging."

The Purple Lin Demon King's expression turned ugly.

The thing he feared most had still happened, and there was no avoiding it!

Jun Changxiao said seriously, "Many martial artists make a living by hunting Fierce Beasts.