Bang—After a gunshot, the green-haired girl fell down with her bulging eyes.

Yan walked to the girl's gradually digitized body, picked up the pistol beside her that had not yet dissipated, squatted beside her and muttered a few words.

Yan was just an ordinary college student in the mid-21st century. In his era, he had no neural connection equipment and no such a perfect gaming experience.

Even though he became a demon king in an unknown way, he had a considerable psychological strength, but watching someone die in front of him in his own way, stirring up rippling splashes in Yan's heart.

The pistol stopped stating while being held by Yan. Although Yan could not open the data panel of the player's viewing item, it could still be seen that this was just an old-fashioned Colt pistol, which should be a random reward for novice tasks.

Yan dismantled Colt's magazine and counted the number of bullets in his hand. Excluding the shot fired by the girl, there were only 3 rounds of ammunition left in the magazine.

"That frog, come here." Yan turned his head and said to the purple-skinned frog kneeling beside the throne.

"What's the matter with the king looking for subordinates?" The frog replied respectfully.

“Where can I get this thing?”

Yan pinched a silver lead-skinned bullet and flashed a few times in front of the frog.

"King Hui... This thing is a consumable product produced by the human race, called bullets." The frog replied.

"I know." Yan nodded, and as soon as he put the magazine back into his pistol, he suddenly had an idea and turned around and asked with a smile, "By the way... do we have the kind of females here that can provide entertainment at special moments?"

"I don't understand what the king means."

"Repeat the command."

"I don't understand what the king means."

"Repeat the command and answer relevant information."

"I don't understand what the king means."

"You go down, I'll do something out of the city."

Yan put away Colt and turned around and pushed open the door of the Demon Palace, heading to the scorched earth burned outside by the fire of hell.

Looking at Yan's figure gradually fading away, the frog sighed heavily. A woman with a maggot head and a human body walked quietly behind it and said in a sharp voice: "This devil king is very smart."

The frog nodded and said, "He is testing whether we have set up programs and whether he is a set of programs."

"It's a pity that he's still too young." The maggot-headed chef said while chewing the octopus tentacles.

As they said that, the two of them laughed at the same time, and then returned to their respective positions.

Everything is like it didn't happen.

But the two of them didn't notice it, and the lights in the castle seemed to be a little dimmed again.

Fluttering - A bat in the corner of the hall incited the bat wings and flew out of the Demon Palace lightly...

Outside the Demon Palace, there is a scorched earth in purgatory where no plants grow, or in other words, the entire demon territory outside the Demon Palace is like this.

I don’t know if it’s because of the adventurer. There are only a handful of monsters that can be seen in the entire scorched earth of Purgatory. This can also explain why the two level seven water fish directly entered the Demon King City Lord’s Hall.

"Is the monster's refresh frequency not high..." Yan thought to himself. Through several contacts with adventurers, it can be roughly inferred that this should be a monster-killing game with high freedom. Like some RPG games, it only has higher operability.

"If this is the case, I should have more than one boss in Demon King City. Now they have been hacked to death and have not been refreshed yet..."

Fluffing - A bat landed gently on Yan's shoulder, and Yan's expression immediately became relaxed.

Yan pulled the tight collar of the windbreaker, as if he was talking to the bat, and then he said to himself: "It's time to buy clothes from humans."

Yan didn't know the way, but this was in the territory of the demon clan, and he was the demon king.

Ten minutes later, Yan was led by a little girl in rags to the territory of the human race.

"Thank you." Yan lowered his head and touched the little girl's golden hair.

"This is the duty of me, a slave, master." The little girl stared at her lost eyes and replied mechanically. It was obvious that she was just an NPC in the Demon Palace.

But for some reason, this mechanical voice caused some memories of the past in Yan's mind...

"Whose slave are you? When were you arrested?" Yan asked.

"Master, I will always be your slave until the moment my life is over." The little girl replied irresponsible.

It seems that the program intelligence set by the system has ended here.

"Your mission is over." Yan looked at the little girl's dirty face and said lightly.

"Yes, I'll go back now."

“I mean…”

The little girl was about to turn around and leave, but Yan grabbed her scarred arm and said expressionlessly: "You are free."

The little girl's empty eyes seemed to flash a light that was not easy to detect, and two lines of almost invisible tears slowly slid down from her eyes, not saying anything more.

Yan smiled and turned around and entered the market.

After Yan left, the little girl's thin figure suddenly shone with light, turning into a data stream and disappearing like a player died...

There was no trace of pain from her muddy face, her eyes were still so empty, her lips moved slightly, and she looked at the distant back in front of her and said three words without hesitation...

Thank you.

The human market is very lively, in sharp contrast to the desertedness of the demons. In addition to the indigenous NPCs, there are many players with different outfits wandering here.

Yan came to a clothing store and said to the old tailor sitting in front of the sewing machine: "Is there any stock?"

The old tailor looked up at him, then continued to lower his head to make clothes, and replied casually: "Your coat is enough to buy all the clothing stores on the entire street. How could the noble young master have the leisure to come to us to buy things?"

"Give me a newbie adventurer's clothing." Yan didn't talk too much nonsense with this NPC, and went straight to the point.

"It's on that shelf, five hundred gold coins, no matter the size." The old tailor pointed to the log rack on one side and said without raising his head.

Yan touched his empty top pocket, lowered his head and sighed with a complicated expression.

"Old man, I'm sorry..."

Since that day, the old tailor has never seen Yan again. A 180cm novices' suit on the wooden shelf disappeared into the vast crowd.

Carrying the bag of novice costumes, Yan Yi stepped into the territory of the Demon Realm and saw dead bodies all over the ground, a purple bloody road leading directly to the Demon Palace.

The smell of blood permeates the scorching air.

When Yan left the Demon Realm, at least one team of adventurer players happened to break in at this time...

Yan's body couldn't help but tremble slightly from anger. Now he is the devil king, and this is his territory. He will never tolerate someone killing his people on his territory.

Even though, they are all monsters.
Chapter completed!