The Demon Lord has too many aliases

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After traveling to a fantasy world, the Buddhist traveler Yan Weilou just wants to live his life in peace. However, fate always pushes people to the opposite end, making him wander for half his life and unable to live in peace. So he had to pick up his sword and kill a piece of peace, and was reborn by bloodbathing the world. - In his new life, Yan Weilou let himself go and was dedicated to making trouble. So the world was shocked to find that the world had been in turmoil and geniuses emerged in large numbers without knowing when - The owner of Xiaoyao Tower, who monopolized one-third of the world's wealth Yan Weilou: It's me:) The leader of the righteous path who had a strange experience and turned the tide Yan Weilou: It's me:) The demon lord with raging flames and dominating the world Yan Weilou: It's still me:) The legend of the world that shines for generations and is passed down for thousands of years Yan Weilou: It's still me:) [Ding, your vest has arrived, please sign for it. More vests are being unlocked…] - Starting over again, Yan Weilou only wanted to reach the top and overlook the world. But he never thought that someone would wait for him in the wind and snow. [A seemingly unruly but actually ruthless vest maniac] [An unkind but gentle and lovely sickly beauty] [A small sand sculpture theater] Since he learned that the only confidant he could trust actually liked him secretly, Yan·Steel Straight Man·Weilou felt a little confused. He took out the vest technique and created a noble and beautiful sweetheart in minutes, and brought her to Su Xinghan. Yan Weilou: Give up, I'll show you my sweetheart. She is noble, beautiful and gentle. Su·Seeing through the vest at a glance but not saying it·Xinghan: Yes and yes! It is indeed noble, beautiful and gentle o(*////▽////*)q. Yan Weilou: ? ? ? ——I feel something is wrong with me, I feel chest tightness, shortness of breath and sourness. The sly top whose vests are all over the cultivation world × the infatuated bottom whose vests I can see through at a glance

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