Quick Time: The Great Demon King Collapse Plot

The Great Demon King returned to the abyss and saw that Wei Changan had returned.

"Old Wei, you're back, how are you? Is the mission completed?"

"Fortunately, it's done." Wei Changan nodded.

"Is the system obedient? If not, I will crush it."

"I obey my host in everything, and I'm very good!" the system trembled.

"Just be obedient." The big devil thought, and if he doesn't obey, he will be replaced by another one.

"How's it going with the Demon Lord? Is there anything new?" Wei Changan knew that this time would not be dull after seeing the experience she taught him.

"I'm telling you, we're in for something fun this time..." m.gonb.oΓg

The big devil sputtered a lot.Samsara Pearl laughed so hard that she felt like she was having a seizure, and she was also chirping.

After hearing what they said, Wei Changan's eyes widened. How could he do this?Learned a lot.Also, why does Demon Lord encounter so many strange things every time?

The system wants to say that it's not the weird things they encounter, but the weird things themselves!It has nothing to do with anyone else!But it is just a weak and innocent system, it dare not say anything.

The system of the dignified beloved concubine has just become a soy sauce. It is useless to talk about ice muscles, jade bones, small waist, beauty and whitening. Wei Changan does not need it at all. He just needs to bring her to the new world and bring her back. Tongsheng So lonely.

"By the way, have you encountered anything interesting?"

"My world is very ordinary. It's just a princess who was killed and wanted to give birth to a son and become the queen mother."

"I thought her goal was not big enough, so she overthrew the emperor and became the queen."

System... Ordinary Queen, do you have any misunderstandings about the word "ordinary"?

The Samsara Pearl calls out "Liu Liu Liu", it is indeed the destiny of the emperor.

One demon and one bead unified each other. After exchanging information, they played mahjong out of boredom.

After a long time, a new mission started.

In the dilapidated little yard, the big devil opened his eyes and looked at the environment. There were overgrown weeds, the furniture in the room was missing arms and legs, and there was dust everywhere.

Shen Yan cursed, "You are a scumbag again."

Jiang Zhiqin was originally the only daughter of a wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River. Jiang's father and mother Jiang had a deep relationship. After Jiang's mother passed away due to illness, Jiang's father did not remarry and raised his daughter by himself.

Jiang Zhiqin is a typical Jiangnan woman, well-read in poetry and books, gentle and beautiful.

Father Jiang watched his daughter grow up day by day, with a gentle personality. He was both happy and worried at the same time. He was happy that his daughter was knowledgeable and courteous, but he was worried that he was getting older and did not know how long he would live.

My daughter doesn't know how to do business, and I feel sorry for her that she lost her mother when she was a child. He has always spoiled her, and no one will take care of the family's properties in the future.

Once he dies, those relatives who have long been jealous will definitely try to seize the family property, and their daughter's temper will not be protected at all.

In fact, Jiang's father also knew that even if his daughter was proficient in business, those people would not let him go. In their eyes, it was embarrassing for a woman to show up in public.In short, there will be various excuses to seize family property.

Jiang's father thought about it and could only find a better husband for her so that he could protect her.

But no matter how rich a businessman is, he is still a businessman. Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce are not just words.

With this status, a powerful family could only be a concubine. How could Father Jiang want his beloved daughter to be a concubine without status and dignity?

He has also thought about subsidizing scholars to find a son-in-law, but this kind of thing depends on chance. Good study does not necessarily mean good character. He has also secretly observed a few people who either have mean mothers at home or who are determined to climb up and use any means.

Just when Father Jiang was worried, Wang Zixian caught his sight.

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea and never returns. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall will have sad white hair, and it will be like blue silk in the morning and turn into snow in the evening..." (Tang Dynasty, Li Bai)

Wang Zixian quickly became popular in the south of the Yangtze River with this poem. Jiang's father also met him. He was a high-spirited young man with handsome appearance and impressive talent.

"To be able to write such a majestic poem, this person must be broad-minded and have his own problems."

"With this person's talent, he will surely make a name for himself sooner or later. Can he fall in love with a businessman's daughter?" Jiang's father thought.

Just when Jiang's father was worried, Jiang Zhiqin and Wang Zixian met by chance.

That day, Jiang Zhiqin went to the temple to light a lantern for his mother. On the way back, he encountered a thunderstorm and the carriage got stuck in the mud. Jiang Zhiqin went to a nearby pavilion to take shelter from the rain.

After a while, a young man came, it was Wang Zixian.

"Sorry to bother you, girl. It's raining really hard, so I came in to take shelter." Wang Zixian walked to the side gracefully, fearing to offend her.

"It's okay. This pavilion doesn't belong to my family. You don't have to be like this, young master." Jiang Zhiqin thought about the group of maids around him and was not afraid that he was a prostitute.

The heavy rain didn't stop for a long time. Wang Zixian stood tall and looked at the storm outside, and suddenly recited a poem.

"A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge.

The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it." (Zhinan, Song Dynasty)

Jiang Zhiqin tasted it carefully, what a poem!