Chapter 1225

He only wanted to turn and leave.

If it weren't for his two friends being on the side, he would have left long ago.

How could they still kill him? He simply could not be killed.

He, who had always been proud, was now full of frustration on his face; he no longer had his past pride, just like an ordinary, down-and-out young master.

It was not just being dispirited; his spirit was almost collapsing, and there seemed to be something floating in his eyes in a void.

"What about you two?" the Demon God asked, looking at the other two.

Shui Linglong's face was livid; although she had the heart to kill the Demon God, she lacked the power, so she could only grit her teeth secretly and remain silent.

Chen Ang remained as calm as before, with a hint of composure in his expression.

He knew the Demon God was not easy to kill, so he was not surprised at all by the various abilities the Demon God had just displayed.

It was just that what made him frown was how to explain it to the village chief and the others after returning.

If they told them the truth, even if they believed it, they would probably blame them.

Since these two were not speaking, the Demon God became interested; he tilted his head and scanned the faces of the two.

"Not speaking? It seems you still want to kill me; why don't you try other methods?"

The Demon God took a few steps back, spread his arms, and assumed a posture of being at the mercy of others.

Chen Ang waved his hand and said: "No need, we cannot kill you."

"Then what will you do?" the Demon God asked with concern.

Shui Linglong snorted coldly: "What will we do? What we do is not for you to worry about."

"If you want to help us, why don't you commit suicide?"

Hearing this, the Demon God's eyes widened suddenly, thinking he had misheard.

He stared at Shui Linglong for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands and said: "Good, I will satisfy this little wish of yours."

A little wish?

Shui Linglong's mouth almost curled up to the sky, and she looked at the Demon God with a cold face.

The Demon God took a few more steps back, tilted his head, and touched his chin, thinking about how to commit suicide.

After thinking it over, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and he looked at Shui Linglong with a smile: "How about I use fire to burn myself to death?"

Shui Linglong shrugged her shoulders indifferently, her expression very complex.

She knew that the Demon God would definitely not be burned to death by fire.

But this was indeed a method.

Moreover, this was proposed by the Demon God himself; if she told the Demon God how to die, the Demon God probably would not agree.

She nodded silently, considering it an agreement.

The Demon God looked at Chen Ang again: "Do you have any better methods?"

Chen Ang shook his head with a bitter smile, not knowing if this Demon God was playing with them or if it was just his nature to be so mischievous.

The Demon God rolled up his sleeves, and with a slight wave of his hand, the surrounding trees broke one after another and gathered before him, forming a small pile of firewood.

The Demon God stood on it, with his hands behind his back, as if feeling something.

After a moment, he shook his head in dissatisfaction, then got down from the woodpile, arranged all the wood neatly, and it looked like a bed.

He lay on it, and this time he felt it was quite good.

Subsequently, he turned his head and looked at the three people beside him.

"You light the fire."

The three of them, Chen Ang, looked at each other; in the end, Shui Linglong hardened her heart, lit a torch, and threw the fire onto the wood.