Lord Mojun is almost pissed off every day

In the barren land, the yellow sand is long and the black fog is thick. There are cruel and evil demons living here.

In the innermost part of the barren land, there is a fortress built with dark blue stone walls, in which live the three masters of the demon cultivator.

In the fortress garden, there was no scene of competing for splendor and blooming flowers, only dark red bloodstains and a witch wrapped in a light veil.

Walking around the spacious courtyard, there are several vermilion pillars standing in front of it, and then looking up is a huge golden plaque, crookedly engraved with the three big characters "Qian Kun Temple", which are also vermilion.Behind the plaque is the hall composed of thick and colorful black.

Blood was flowing on the floor of the hall, and a group of trembling demon cultivators stood on both sides, not daring to look up at the person in the main seat.

Today will be an unforgettable day for the demon cultivators here, because on this day, Lord Fu Luosha, one of the three most powerful demons, was pierced through the thigh and lay in the middle of the hall wailing .

The ferocious Master Fu Luosha lay on the ground, reluctantly raised his head to glance at the person in the main seat, and said wrongedly: "Let me go... Lord Demon Lord." He was so wronged that his position was blocked. It's fine if people take it away, but now I have to bow down for my own life.

The person in the main seat lifted his clothes and sat straight on the steps under the golden seat, with one leg bent and the other crossed, and his hands casually resting on his knees.

Lord Mojun wore a wide-sleeved dress from the Central Plains, a white shirt with a blue hem, a few strands of black hair hanging down his chest, and he left the rest behind.

He is thin and thin, and his tall and handsome figure can be seen even when he is sitting.At the same time, Lord Mojun still has fair skin, his lips are spotless and vermilion, and his phoenix eyes are narrow and sharp. Even though his sitting posture is so unrestrained and unrestrained, he can still see his casual elegance.

However, it was such a weak and noble young man who looked like Fu Luosha could beat ten of them by himself, and brought the whole magic palace to him.

Thinking about it is a tear.

Lord Mojun looked at the former Mozun who begged him in front of him, touched his own delicate chin with his slender fingers, and said lazily: "Okay."

With a casual gesture, he called a maid in cool clothes. The maid froze, swallowed her saliva, and stepped forward and said, "I still have to ask my lord to give me instructions."

"..." Lord Mojun couldn't help but peeked at his own face with his big knife, it was obviously pretty good.

He didn't care, "Bring me a stick of incense."

Seeing that no one understands, Lord Mojun who has a bad temper decided to lose his temper, "Bring a stick of incense to this deity!"

The maid said with a bitter face: "Master Mojun, we are in a barren land, and we don't use incense from the Central Plains."

"..." Lord Mojun held his forehead, but he forgot again, "Then whatever, as long as it can be timed."

The maid then rummaged around and brought him an hourglass. Lord Mojun had props and could play cool again, so he happily shook the hourglass, "If you can climb out before the sand runs out, the deity will I forgive you."

Fu Luosha immediately became happy when he heard the words. He has no brains, but he has physical strength. Before the devil could speak, he immediately used all four limbs and crawled out of the door.

Lord Mojun who hadn't had time to say the beginning: "..."

The witch Qi Mei, one of the former Demon Lords: "..." Why is she working with such a fool?

After solving the problem, Lord Mojun wanted to leave, but Qi Mei stepped forward and said: "My lord, we still have to respond to the matter of the Central Plains."

The place where the central plains and the barren land meet has been harassed by the demon cultivators of the barren land all the time, and it's annoying. Now it's decided to challenge them to a showdown.

Lord Mojun looked at Jin Cancan's post with distaste, and casually pointed to a five-faced and three-thick Moxiu, "Read it to me."

Mo Xiu, who was clicked, shivered, took the post tremblingly, cleared his throat, and shouted loudly: "You are so so, I am so so, ten days so so..."

The frightened Lord Demon Monarch: "..."

Everyone with scared faces: "..."

Forgot to remind Lord Mojun of their illiterate demons: "..."

Looking at Lord Demon Lord whose eyes are getting more and more dangerous, all the demons cultivated their minds and said: God will kill me!

Zhongyuan Zhengdao was a little worried after posting the battle post.

The barren land is located in the northwest, and it usually borders them. This group of demon cultivators can't do anything, they are best at burning, killing, and looting.

The mortals of the Northwest have been affected in many ways.

They don't like to fight, but they are extremely difficult to deal with, they will leave as soon as they are robbed, and they are very fierce, killing people at every turn.

It's really a standard magic repair.

Zhongyuan has been worried for many years, and finally couldn't take it anymore after hearing that Mozun personally led a group of people to rob the Central Plains a few months ago.

With a swipe of a pen, a post was issued, in the name of Kunlun Mountain.

At the Demon Elimination Conference, the talisman cultivators of Taixu Mountain were the most excited, because they were robbed so badly.

Everyone responded one after another, but when it was time to write the battle post, they stared wide-eyed.

Demon cultivators are too fierce, they are also afraid!

The head of Kunlun touched his white beard: "Why don't you draw lots?"

"Okay, okay! This is the most fair!" The talisman cultivators accepted the spirit stones handed over by other sects while talking, and happily handed over the lottery to Kunlun.

The head of Kunlun: "..." What a villain!

Kunlun Sword Cultivator: "Hi, that's great, there's a fight."

After handing out the battle post, they began to fantasize about it.

The earth will be engulfed by the flames of war again, countless innocent people will be killed, and Kunlun Mountain will be the first to bear the brunt.

The rest couldn't sit still: "Why don't you give them some spirit stones, don't do that."

Although Kunlun Mountain was tricked by them, they really didn't want them to die!

The knowledgeable and knowledgeable Elder Qixian in Kunming, in charge of Zangshuge: "Don't worry, they can't understand the Zhongyuan characters I wrote."

Everyone: "..." The show is still yours.

The Central Plains will send this battle post in a year and a half, but every time it is written in Central Plains characters, Northwest Moxiu can’t understand it, but the intention of provocation can still be seen. Knowing that Zhengdao wants to fight, I pack up and go to the border fight.

If you lose, you can eat some sand to live in peace, and if you win, you need money to live comfortably.

The orthodox people thought that this time was no exception, and happily called their disciples to prepare to practice.

Then the barren land replied.

Righteous people: "..." Wait a minute, what about the good quality of not replying to your posts?

The head of Kunlun sadly opened the golden post that had been sent back intact—it was deliberately done to cater to Moxiu's taste.

In an instant, countless bloody images flashed in their minds, as if they saw the tragic death of their disciples, as if they saw the heroism of themselves proving the Tao, as if they saw the wailing of countless undead.

Then the battle post was full of ink, yes, it was produced in the Central Plains, and the real ink was written in a large character: Get out.

"..."

"........."

"…………"

"Huo." Someone shouted, "That's really a good word."

Lord Mojun who was so angry that someone fed grapes in the distance: I seem to hear someone praising me.

The demon cultivators and mortals in the barren land all know the news that they have a new demon king.

Mortals don't care, because no matter who they are, they will be squeezed.But it will be miserable for the demon cultivators, because it is said that the new demon king looks like a ghost, has three heads and six arms, and is bloodthirsty and cruel.

Lord Mojun who looks like a ghost: "..."

After seeing Lord Demon Lord read the battle posts under the Central Plains, he wrote words in a fluttering manner and sent them to the demon cultivators: Wow, Demon Lord can write!They didn't understand it before!

Qi Mei: "...have you forgotten that the devil is wearing clothes from the Central Plains?" The devil is from the Central Plains!

Qi Mei felt very sad, the barren land had been abandoned for a long time, and it was very difficult for the demon cultivators to survive here, let alone those ordinary people who had to endure the oppression of the demon cultivators.

However, the Central Plains is notoriously xenophobic. People who are not of our race must have a different heart. They can survive in the barren land by going out to grab it from time to time.

The devil is a native of the Central Plains, and Mei Mei is worried about Zhong Zhong, worried that there will be a god-like teammate in the Central Plains, who will come to the barren land to forcibly rule Moxiu.

So she began to secretly let people try to figure out what the devil is thinking.

The Demon Lord hadn't gone out for a long time, the fortress was very dark, and Mi Mei, dressed in red, floated slowly to the door of the Demon Lord, staring at the door.

Then with a creak, the heavy door opened.

Yan Mei was so frightened that she immediately ran outside.

The maid who came out to open the door blinked innocently: Hey, where's the person?

When Qi Mei approached the Demon Lord's room for the third time, it wasn't the maid who came out this time. The Demon Lord kicked the door open, swung the big knife in his hand, and the cold aura instantly enveloped the Demon Lord.

Qi Mei hugged herself tightly in horror.

Lord Mojun looked very unhappy, and a little mad: "If you can't explain why you come to play in front of this deity again and again...you can go to hell."

Lord Mojun never jokes.

Yan Mei trembled: "No... I, that, just ask you, do you need... do you need..."

Seeing Lord Mojun's increasingly gloomy face, Qi Mei had a flash of inspiration: "Can you answer some doubts for my subordinates?"

Lord Mojun was wiping his knife with the handkerchief handed over by the maid, and raised his eyebrows when he heard this, as if he wanted an explanation from her.

Qi Mei blinked, Mo Jun blinked, and Qi Mei blinked again, Mo Jun's face darkened.

"Ah, ah, that... this subordinate wants to ask... how does Zhong Yuan describe Lord Demon Lord as powerful! This subordinate has admired Lord Demon Lord for a long time, but thinking that Lord Demon Lord is not from the barren land, I want to speak in Central Plains dialect Show off the heroic appearance of adults, please don't blame adults for disturbing adults!"

It's really witty, Qi Mei thought happily, not only flattering the Lord Demon Lord, but also asking about the origin of the Lord Demon Lord.

How can there be such a smart magician, hehe.

When Xi Mei was happily preparing to accept the compliment from the Demon Lord, the indifferent and ruthless Lord Demon Lord hummed softly, and then slowly pulled out a book from his sleeve: "In this case, I will give you seven days. After seven days, take this book Recite it to me."

Yan Mei looked at the damned book from the Central Plains that was so yellowish that even the corners of the book were rolled up and printed with characters she couldn't recognize, and fell into strange thoughts: Why did I come to wander in front of the Demon Lord's door?

Lord Mojun is actually very upset. He has been in the barren land for many years, and he is very familiar with the language and culture here. When he was trapped by the previous Fu Luocha, he still had a little fantasy.

Maybe these magicians can still communicate.

Unexpectedly, he was too naive.

This group of people will also recite a number.

Even worse than when he was three years old.

absurd!The newly appointed Lord Demon Monarch fell into deep melancholy, the barren land was about to start a war with the Central Plains, and he couldn't even understand what he said and arranged, so why fight?

In order to ensure that someone can feed him sweet grapes in the future, and someone can please him with a cattail fan.

Lord Mojun decided to educate this group of people.

The maid girl is actually from the Central Plains, because when the previous Mozun robbed money, she was snatched to be a maid together.

She was actually very happy to be able to work under Lord Mojun.

Every day, the maid girl hugged the clothes that Lord Mojun asked her to wash by hand and sighed happily: Ah, Lord Demon Lord’s clothes are so beautiful, so are Lord Demon Lord’s hands, and Lord Demon Lord is also beautiful when he frowns. Hey, why is he so beautiful? .

"..." Lord Mojun, who called her several times without receiving a response, held the manuscript in embarrassment. Looking at the miraculous pink bubble-like reverie on her face, he suddenly felt a chill down his back.

Lord Mojun coughed a few times, and held the book in his hand seriously: "I heard that you know Zhongyuan characters? Ask a few more people who know Zhongyuan characters, and go with you to teach Moxiu in the Demon Palace how to read."

In order to show that he is a cold, ruthless and unreasonable devil, the devil stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were vicissitudes and deep, he looked at the vast sandy wall outside the house, and said calmly and indifferently: "I will see the results within a month."

The strong wind blows fine sand outside the house, whizzing by, and it is almost impossible to see the scenery outside, only the dark sky and the frightening sound of the wind.

In this quiet and desolate place, the barren land embarked on the road of new life.

Then the maid girl nodded cutely, and said slowly: "Master Mojun, would you like me to open the window for you?"

Otherwise you can't see anything!

"..." Lord Mojun, who didn't want to eat a mouthful of sand, rejected this proposal that was even more unreasonable than him.

Why are there so many illiterates in the Badlands?In fact, it has to start from a long time ago...

In the barren land at that time, the yellow sand was long, the black fog was thick, the wind was rumbling, and so on.

"So what does this have to do with your illiteracy?" The maid took a long whip made of vines and slapped it on the crumbling wooden table in front of her, imitating the indifference of the Lord Demon Lord. A ruthless look.

Moxiu couldn't help but feel aggrieved: "We don't have anything to eat! Those Central Plains people hate us again! Why do we have to learn how to speak after we robbed them!" It can't be eaten as food.

"...It seems to be oh."

The magicians' eyes lit up.

"But...it's useless to tell me."

The eyes of the demon cultivators darkened again.

The maid girl held her face in her hands, happily playing prestige: "You still have to endorse the book."

When Lord Mojun came to inspect, he heard the sound of Lang Lang reading. He specially found the small picture book when the children were learning to write. He heard the group of demons shouting in a rough voice, "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, and nature is similar. Xi Xiangyuan..."

"..." It seemed a little disillusioned.

Lord Mojun couldn't help but miss the childish voices of his little friends.

But this move is very good, Lord Mojun nodded in relief.

The demon cultivators in the room secretly watched the Lord Demon Lord walk away from the peephole on the door, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to happily gamble with their little food left.

Moxiu who was on guard looked at them with tears and envy, blaming himself for being unlucky, otherwise he could have played happily.

Then he thought evilly together and shouted: "My lord is here!"

All the demons immediately picked up the ghost-like paper and roared hoarsely, "Human nature is inherently good..."

The demon cultivator on guard smiled, happy because he played with them, and the rest of the demon cultivators were so angry that they cursed him secretly for being caught by Lord Mojun.

Standing guard magic repair: "Rebound!"

Lord Mojun came in from the other side with a smile, glanced at the rough gambling tools on their table, he smiled, as if to appease these frightened demons.

Then, in their shivering appearance, they slowly took out a black sword—the weapon he used to take the position of the Demon Lord.

"..." Forgive me——Lord Demon Lord!

So the first time the demon cultivators tried to be lazy, it ended in failure.

This is the life of a maid in a day.

Get up early in the morning, and first serve the demon king who obviously can not sleep but insists on forcing him to enter the Lingfu to sleep.

The Demon Lord who had just woken up just came out of his spiritual mansion, his lonely and bewildered expression made the maid feel distressed.

Hey, why does such a good-looking Demon Lord show such a heartbreaking look.

It has been four months since the demon lord controlled the barren land. During this period, countless people began to hear about the tyranny of the demon lord, saying that he was ruthless under the sword, and took people's lives in an instant with a long knife.

But the maid felt that the Demon Lord had a pretty good temper.

Before the hour came, the Demon Lord got up in a daze. He also looked like a pampered son of an aristocratic family. He didn't feel uncomfortable when he opened his arms to ask the maid to dress him.

Lord Mojun has a great appetite and wants the cook to cook him something to eat, so the maid stands beside him and serves him vegetables.

And Lord Mojun is not picky eater.

The maid smiled and fed Lord Mojun a grape.

Compared with those demon cultivators who always say they want to eat people, Lord Demon Lord is just like the ceramic doll she bought when she was young!

Porcelain doll Lord Mojun: "..." He looked at the maid who was staring at him eating seriously, and the familiar chill came back.

But that's not right.

Lord Mojun thought hard, but still couldn't come up with a result.

Maybe the people in the Badlands are weird.

After the Lord Mojun finished eating, the maid can go to rest.

The maid has a younger sister who also works here, but what she does is pruning flowers and branches in the yard.

Before, the maid envied her because she could not face those terrifying Demon Lords, but since Lord Demon Lord came, she no longer envied her.

Lord Mojun is so good-looking, he must be a good person.

The maid happily took the pastry to find her sister.

The younger sister heard the rumors about the Demon Lord, and was afraid that her older sister would be missing arms and legs when she came out, but the older sister happily came out with a cake, and even gave her a piece of soft and sweet cake to eat.

The younger sister was surprised: "...Sister, did you steal something from Lord Mojun!"

She wondered wryly if she could give the guards her money so they could let them escape before the Lord Demon Lord found out.

The maid pinched her younger sister's soft face with a smile, and said happily, "It's Lord Mojun who rewarded me."

Lord Mojun has a serious extravagant style, but he doesn't have a big appetite, so he doesn't want to eat a little of everything, and directly gives it to the maids and cooks, and let them solve it.

He intended to lose it.

But the maid thought about it and decided to throw it in her stomach.

The younger sister covered her mouth in surprise: "..." Oh, Lord Mojun doesn't seem to be very bad either.

Yan Mei felt that Lord Mojun must be a person with deep thoughts and huge conspiracy.

Maybe he wants to rule the barren land and let them go to war with the Central Plains, and then make huge profits, get what he wants, and dominate the world.

Therefore, the day of the evil spirit begins with observing the thoughts of Lord Mojun.

She secretly looked at Lord Mojun who came to inspect the learning effect of Moxiu.

Lord Mojun was dressed in green, with a tall and straight figure, with cold eyes and brows, and with his hands behind his back, he walked slowly through a room, listened to the sound of reading inside, and nodded in satisfaction.

Qi Mei's heart is not good, Lord Mojun must think that these demons are mature enough to be slaughtered.

The next step may be to send them to carry out the task, which looks simple, but it is actually related to the life and death of a certain important person in the Central Plains, and then provoke a fight between the two parties...

At this moment, Yan Mei's thoughts coincided with the integrity of the Central Plains.

She followed Lord Mojun anxiously, sighing softly.

God will kill me!

Lord Demon Lord's beautiful eyes narrowed. He has a strong sense of people's emotions. The witch's emotions of pain and death are too strong behind him, which makes Lord Demon Lord very uncomfortable.

Lord Mojun has never been a person who would make himself unhappy, he turned around slowly, with a misty look all over his body, but when he turned around, he smiled lightly, as if the infinite scenery was in his eyes, and the light eyes were calm and complicated.

Yan Mei was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that Lord Mojun is actually very different from them.

People in the Badlands live in darkness all year round.

The sun here is scorching hot and poisonous. Ordinary people struggle to farm here, try to avoid the wind and sand, and find some hopeful water sources.

Demon cultivators have always been rejected by the Central Plains. Although they don't need to be too obsessed with food, they have to struggle to break through all kinds of monsters and ghosts in the early stage of cultivation.

Badlands is like an abandoned gray area.

There are no rules here, just fists.

Ordinary people here have no choice.

Yan Mei was in a daze for a moment, she had never been to the Central Plains, she had only met the people in the Central Plains a few times, the people there seemed to be very happy, they had enough food, and there were various decent factions to help them punish rape and eradicate evil.

But Badlands doesn't.

So the Badlands became evil.

Yan Mei looks like Lord Mojun who is full of light, he should come from that place...

Lord Demon Lord, he should have grown up in the light.

"So what are you thinking?" Lord Mojun was very puzzled.

He has not tried to figure out other people's minds for many years.

When encountering someone he doesn't like, who annoys him, Lord Mojun thinks that killing him is enough.

He didn't find it cruel.

This is the lesson life taught him.

Never be a kind person.

Yan Mei was silent for a while, carefully looked at Lord Mojun's expression, and said cautiously: "The barren land has always been separated from the Central Plains for a long time. Although there have been conflicts for so many years, it is not a face-off... If you encounter anything, you must We can cooperate."

Lord Mojun didn't understand.

He really didn't want to think about these latter things.

He is too tired.

So Lord Mojun just smiled, then slowly took out a book and put it in the hands of Qi Mei.

"You haven't read it in the Central Plains, have you? This travelogue is very well written."

Yan Mei stared blankly at the book in her hand, the book seemed to be old and no one was looking after it, and the book was rolled up.

Lord Mojun hasn't read this book for a long time, but he still remembers it.

Lord Mojun narrowed his eyes, as if he was nostalgic: "This is my favorite book when I was a child."

"You... When you were a child?" Yan Mei didn't understand this feeling. She was originally an ordinary person in the barren land, but because of a coincidence, she gradually got where she is today.

There is no such thing as reading in her world, and Meimei recalled her childhood.

Probably just grabbing food from other people...

But Lord Mojun can have books to read, and maybe his parents, hugging him and coaxing the little Zhong Lingminxiu Yutong to eat more, so that they can rest assured.

Lord Mojun nodded and left slowly.

Lord Mojun's day ended when he leaned against the window sill to watch the moonlight.

The maid came in and asked him softly if he wanted something to eat. Sometimes Lord Demon Lord would want to eat some fruit, but most of the time, Lord Demon Lord just waved his hand and told them to leave.

The moonlight in the barren land seems to be covered with a layer of red veil, like a blood moon made with the blood of countless people.

At a glance, there is boundless yellow sand. At night, there are often strong winds and the screams of monsters and beasts.

Lord Mojun felt that it was still a little fresh.

The Badlands was quiet at this time.

He likes quiet.

Lord Mojun thought for a while, and took out another book, which was also a biography, with crude illustrations inside, and the same book was rolled up.

This book is just as old.

But Lord Mojun is very happy.

He didn't know how long he hadn't read these books.

He was once honored and favored, and he was once beautiful and beautiful, with a fat horse and light fur.

But all the prosperity that ended has disappeared.

Lord Mojun no longer holds a sword he doesn't like, but a knife he doesn't like even more.

He overcame thorns and thorns, experienced wind and rain, wanted to be born, but couldn't help entering the world, so ups and downs, ups and downs, is a lifetime.

The barren land is his new beginning.

But Lord Mojun didn't want to stay for too long, he didn't want to have worries, he just wanted to have a spring breeze, which was fleeting, and it was an honor.

10

The Demon Cultivator of the Badlands hasn't gone out to snatch it for a long time.

Since the arrival of the new Demon Lord.

This demon king is very strange, he has a strangely unlike a decent monk, and he doesn't want to be a demon cultivator. When he swung a big knife, it was like a long arrow piercing the air, and a shooting star streaked across it, very sharp.

But he doesn't kill much.

It was an accident that Lord Mojun came to the barren land at the beginning. Because he was provoked by Fu Luosha, he took down the barren land.

But there was no action after that.

This is strange.

The demon cultivators are a little confused.

In the past many years, the demons have also kept changing people, and the three party demons often fight and cooperate endlessly, but no matter what, these demons have one characteristic, that is, they will definitely seek more benefits.

This is also the idea of ​​​​the demon cultivators, otherwise what would they do?The desolate land is like this, they don't have the ability to cultivate, what else can they do except to rob and fight for it?

But the Demon Lord seemed unwilling to snatch it.

Lord Mojun has always liked to stay in the castle. He doesn't like to talk, so he just holds books for them to recite. The demon cultivators were a little scared at first, but then they became dissatisfied.

Before reaching the golden core stage, they cannot completely get rid of the need for food. They need spiritual power, cultivation, and enjoyment in life.

But Lord Mojun never tried to snatch it.

The demon cultivators couldn't bear it any longer. On a sunny afternoon, they took a break and chose to attack the West Corridor.

The West Corridor is the junction of the barren land and the Central Plains, where the water from the sky flows through, twists and turns, rushes forward, and merges into the East China Sea.

So although the soil here is not considered fertile, it is also rich in grass and water, with flocks of cattle and sheep.

In the past, the demon cultivators also came here to grab a grab.

The people in the West Corridor were not surprised either.

They don't have the protection of the big sect, and most of them are ordinary people. They can't afford to provoke these demon cultivators, so they might as well hand in their things early, so as to have a life anyway.

It's just that when they see the mess all over the ground and the crops are destroyed, they still can't help but think, it would be nice if this group of demon cultivators didn't exist.

There are thousands of mountain barriers, and the left side of the west corridor is a vast mountain. The magic cultivator laboriously repaired the spirit weapon that had not been used for a long time, and rushed to the top of the west corridor.

The people in the West Corridor are quite used to it. They threw down their hoes and looked up lazily without panicking. Seeing these tattered clothes, they insisted on mending their spiritual weapons to make them tall and colorful. stand on top of them.

Moxiu cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "When you see me, you should know that we are here to protect you. This barren land is ours. If you want to farm and rest here, you will naturally have to pay taxes. "

What they shouted was the language of the barren land, and the people here were used to it, and they didn't care, since they were here to grab things anyway.

The child playing in the mud below shouted excitedly, opened a small arm, and shouted at Moxiu: "Hug!"

The woman delivering food next to her pulled her cub and stuffed him with a piece of cake, trying to stop her cub's mouth.

Zai Zai opened his big wet eyes, and stared at the magic cultivator in the sky with a baby voice, attracted by the radiant spiritual weapon, opened his mouth wide, his eyes full of envy.

"...Mother, what are they doing here?" Zaizai lay curiously on his indifferent mother's lap.

The woman hummed absently, discussed with the people around her, took more than half of this year's harvest, and handed it to her man with a sad face.

These people slowly got together, some were richer, and took money and various small things in exchange, and some really couldn't get rid of the pot, so they had to hand over their own livestock.

The demon cultivators were very satisfied and decided to kill a sheep later.

Then they waited for these people to get all the things together, they giggled and happily wanted to go up and get them.

Then there was a thunderbolt, piercing through the air, the sky was covered with black clouds, and the spiritual power suddenly struck, wrapping these demon cultivators tightly, and directly pressing them to their knees on the ground.

A man came slowly, dressed in ethereal green clothes, with a long knife out of its sheath, he came over unhurriedly, but there was a sharp aura around him.

The surroundings became quiet, and the demon cultivators immediately realized who it was, and were too frightened to speak, watching this person getting closer and closer with trepidation.

Lord Mojun's face was as cold as ice, and he came over with the knife calmly and indifferently, turned his wrist, and pointed at Moxiu who was leading the way: "You brought them here?"

Moxiu swallowed, inexplicably remembering the fear of being dominated by those books from the Central Plains, looking at the knife in front of him speechless.

He seems to have annoyed Lord Mojun, watching him get closer and closer, a long knife is approaching his life...

At the very moment, Lord Demon Lord froze for a moment, an unexpected blankness appeared in his clear and indifferent eyes, he was silent for a while, then slowly shifted his gaze down, and had a chat with the little boy who was holding his calf. Friendly eye contact.

The little boy grinned happily, his wet eyes were full of seriousness, and asked him in a childlike voice, "Can you also fly? Hold me to fly, okay?"

These small eyes are full of longing, and the clear round eyes are full of trust.

But as a cruel and ruthless Demon Lord, how could Lord Demon Lord satisfy this little brat's request? He would just kick this little brat away, continue to move forward indifferently, and throw down a cold and ruthless sentence: "No one can demand I."

but……

The demon cultivators watched in shock as their newly appointed Lord Demon Lord slowly squatted down, slowly opened his not-so-strong arms, and received a fragrant and soft hug from the milk-sweet little boy.

The little boy laughed happily. He hugged Lord Mojun's neck and played with his hair seriously.

Lord Mojun looked at the demon cultivators indifferently: "..."

The demon cultivators who opened their mouths wide before they could take it back: "..." They seemed to understand something this day.

11

Qi Mei stood behind Lord Demon Monarch, looking at those demon cultivators who sneaked out with hatred.

He fled without the consent of the Lord Demon Lord. It would be fine if he snatched it himself, but he was caught by the Lord Demon Lord.

Are these people out of their minds?

Qi Mei thought about this question seriously.

Lord Mojun was lazily playing with his fingers, and when the demon cultivators were too scared to look up, he asked softly: "So, tell me, why did you go to the West Corridor to rob?"

No one answered.

Lord Mojun was silent for a while, the coercion belonging to the stage of transforming gods directly enveloped the hall, watching these demon cultivators sweating profusely, he could only be satisfied when he was lying on the ground

"I don't want to ask the third time."

The demon cultivators looked aggrieved and simply smashed the jar.

"Master Mojun doesn't need spiritual food, nor does he need spiritual power...but we do..."

"We used to have money..."

"Now there is nothing..."

"Then how can we live without robbing us..."

Qi Mei carefully looked at Lord Demon Lord's face, waiting for Lord Demon Lord to snort coldly and execute these people on the spot, and then said calmly: "Those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish."

But before Lord Mojun opened his mouth, the little maid beside him who was holding a grape stuffed a grape in with a smile.

Lord Mojun whose cheeks were bulging because of stuffing: "..." His majesty.

Seeing the astonished and angry eyes of Lord Mojun, Mi Mei said: "..." It's over, it's over, it's over, it's so scary that Lord Demon Lord is going to kill someone.

Smiling, he looked at the lovely and easy-to-feed maid who didn't hear what they said at all: "..." Why are you looking at me.

Lord Mojun bit the grape, and the sweet taste filled his mouth: "..." It's quite sweet.

Forget it, don't be angry.

Lord Mojun thought for a while, then picked a grape from the plate carried by the maid, relaxed his whole body, and lazily looked at these demon cultivators: "Well, since you are not satisfied and want spiritual food ?”

The magicians nodded.

Lord Mojun suddenly laughed.

The maid was stunned, this was the first time Lord Mojun laughed.

It wasn't the kind of sneer and slight curling of the corners of the lips, it was a genuine smile with his cold and misty temperament from the heart.

Eye-catching and heart-pounding.

Lord Mojun squinted his eyes and touched his big knife: "Then you can grow it yourself."