Crossing the Sauvignon Blanc

A new round of activity began. In early spring of this year, King Hao Ling issued an edict. The gist of it was that, thanks to the combined efforts of the military and civilians over the past century, the tax rate had increased by 30%, while the original rate remained unchanged. King Hao Ling decided to use this surplus to establish five-year, free private schools in various towns. Every child would receive five years of free education, requiring only that they bring their own food. The people rejoiced at the news, grateful for King Hao Ling's kindness.

The people of Haoling increasingly revered King Haoling, feeling fortunate to live under such a benevolent monarch. They were also grateful for the century-long dedication of King Haoling's adopted daughter to their survival. Now, news spread that she planned to open a medical school, accepting talented students and welcoming doctors from all over the world to study and discuss, sparking renewed discussion. They praised the two fathers and daughters as truly fortunate for the people of Haoling, truly dedicated to serving the people. The people even enshrined their portraits and prayed for them daily.

Yan Mo's side was also carrying out the plan in full swing and in an orderly manner. What was surprising was that 100,000 demons voluntarily joined the demon soldier training. These demon soldiers were all rescued from the death arena bit by bit by Yan Mo using the method of faking death over the years. Some joined the Tianji Pavilion, some joined the Phantom Palace, some became servants, and some became teachers...

It is undeniable that Yan Mo rarely asked them to do anything over the years, and he always let them choose and develop freely. Therefore, all the monsters felt that they owed Yan Mo too much. Now that Yan Mo needed them, they should step up. Because there were too many people, Yan Mo decided to train them in batches, each training for half a year. When the next batch came, they already had fixed jobs, and those who were not there would return to their original positions and continue working. This solved the problem of staff shortage.

Yan Mo sat on the rocks by the sea, holding her face with her hands, looking at the man in white clothes and silver hair with a crazy look on her face, who was training the demon soldiers seriously and earnestly.

"The shining Lord Xiangliu is still more charming!" Yan Mo couldn't help but sigh.

So, should she pretend to be weak in public? It seems that she can't. Outside, he can only be a windbreaker. I'm a weak and insecure playboy, a handsome man favored by the powerful and domineering Lord of the Holy Hall! It seems exciting too. Does he think so too?

Ahhh, I’m suddenly so excited. Yan Mo is as excited as if he has discovered a new continent. Why didn’t I feel it before?

"What the hell are you thinking about?"

A ball of sea water splashed on Yan Mo's forehead. The coolness of the sea water instantly woke Yan Mo up from role-playing!

"I'm thinking about Brother Xiangliu and Brother Bei."

"You're thinking about other men when the person is right in front of you!" Xiang Liu was not angry, he just wanted to tease him.

"No, no, Xiangliu, you look so handsome today! So manly."

"What is a good man?"

"He's very manly. He makes people imagine a lot when they see him, and he can reach orgasm at the first sight." Yan Mo whispered in Xiang Liu's ear.

"It really deserves to be punished again!"

"Hehe, my lord, you have worked hard. Let me massage your shoulders. When you are Xiangliu in the future, I will be a weak little girl and you protect me. When you are Fangfengbei, I will be the high and mighty master of the Holy Hall and I will protect you. How about it?" After Yan Mo finished speaking, he tilted his head and looked at him from the side with a look of anticipation!

"That's all you were thinking about just now?" Xiang Liu was helpless. His little woman would think about random things whenever she had time.

"Yeah, isn't it fun? But identity is a bit tricky. Everyone I know knows that whether it's Fangfeng or Xiangliu, it's me. Wouldn't that be a rip-off? No, I have to create multiple identities. Do the demons rely on smell to identify others? Does that mean all disguises are useless in front of them?"

"Not really. Some people are born with a keen sense of smell. For example, the Qingqiu Fox Clan is famous for tracking and illusions by scent. Xiaobao the treasure-hunting rat and the two-headed dog Li Rongshi all rely on their sense of smell. Even if your realm is much higher than theirs, they won't be able to tell whether you are real or fake."

"Oh, I'm from the God Clan. Actually, you're already a God Clan, brother. You've already transformed into a dragon. I don't understand. Qingqiu is clearly an animal, a fox, but it's a God Clan. A two-headed dog is also a beast, so how can it be a God Clan? And you just have a few more heads, so why are you called a demon Clan?"

"Maybe it's because I've killed too many people, so I'm a monster in their eyes. I was born without parents, grew up alone, practiced, and transformed. I don't understand any of that. I only know that when they want to capture me or kill me, I run away or fight back, and then I transform into a monster. I'm feared and terrified by the world, and I become a monster that everyone wants to kill."

"The only difference I can think of is that the gods are born in human form and don't need to transform, while the demons are born in their original form? The gods have identity information, but the demons are just things that suddenly appeared and naturally absorbed spiritual energy to transform? Oh, I don't understand!"

"Anyway, brother is not a monster. In my heart, he is the only god in this vast wilderness. Brother is kind, filial, never kills innocent people, and has a heart as pure as a baby. He has morality in his heart, and he also has the tenderness of a tough man. In short, there is no one better than you in this world. Even if you are called a monster by the world, you have the divinity of a god. Those who claim to be gods kill innocent people for power, for wealth, for selfish desires, and rob things that do not belong to them. They are basically insulting the word god. They are not worthy. They are blind. My master is so good. He is the most handsome, the strongest, the most gentle, the most filial, the most righteous, the best in everything in the world. Isn't it amazing? He also has the best wife! Haha, so happy!"

The more Yan Mo spoke, the happier he became. He jumped up and down on the rocks, making a giggling sound like a silver spirit.

"Okay, okay, we are all number one. Be careful and don't fall down, otherwise I will feel bad for my number one daughter-in-law."

"No, brother will catch me." Yan Mo put his hand on Xiangliu's shoulder and smiled brightly.

Xiangliu looked at Yan Mo, who was as happy as a little bird all day long, and also smiled.

"Kiss each other..."

No one knew who had shouted the slogan. Yan Mo turned to look at the many demons, licked his tongue at them, then quickly kissed Xiang Liu on the lips and ran away.

Xiangliu looked at Yan Mo running away, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he turned around and returned to his cold expression.

"Continue training! This is your only chance, so your children can walk the streets openly and honestly in the future, and so that there will be no more death pits!" Xiangliu's voice spread across the entire island, and all the demons stopped to rest and train seriously. They were not fighting for Yan Mo and Xiangliu, they were fighting for themselves!

Yan Mo stood in the distance and looked back, his heart was not calm, but heavy. This was a major reform, it was not that simple, someone had to sacrifice, someone had to carry the burden forward!

A person strolled slowly along the edge of the island. The setting sun cast a long shadow on the quiet back of a young girl, which then became two. The girl's shadow suddenly became lively and agile. But it was pulled back by the shadow behind it, and it calmed down. The two shadows embraced each other, kissed passionately, and lingered...