Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

Half an hour later, in the small courtyard where Yan Wenmo lived alone, the Demon Lord was sitting in a pavilion drinking tea. His contented look made him seem less distant and more approachable.

There were a few side dishes on the stone table in the pavilion. They were what Yan Wenmo had his maid bring back from the cafeteria. They were just some simple seasonal vegetables and meat.

The Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo opposite him with a normal expression, reached out to take the chopsticks handed to him by the maid, and casually picked up a piece of eight-treasure spinach and put it into his mouth.

The dish was very refreshing, with the freshness of spinach. The Demon Lord nodded, and then turned his attention to the braised chicken nuggets.

Unlike the chef of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, the dishes here seemed to suit his taste very well, so the Demon Lord accidentally ate a few more bites.

Yan Wenmo did not notice the Demon Lord's almost abnormal behavior in time, and even became accustomed to it. The reason for this was that the food in the staff cafeteria of the farm was delicious, and she often went there to eat.

The idea of ​​opening a staff canteen was present from the beginning. After all, Yan Wenmo had bought a lot of slaves himself, and in order to provide them with food and clothing, Yan Wenmo had no choice but to fight hard.

But finding a good cook in a place like the Wanmo Sect is simply a fantasy.

She had no choice but to exchange a few cooking robots from the system to satisfy the slaves' food needs.

Fortunately, these robots were disguised by the system to be no different from real people, so no one noticed any difference between them and real people.

As time went by, the Demon Lord looked at the almost clean dishes on the table, and subconsciously froze for a moment, and then said with some lingering feeling:

"I have decided to reward those two chefs with a thousand taels of gold."

Hearing him say this out of the blue, Yan Wenmo looked at him in surprise, then looked confused.

As expected, risks and opportunities coexist. Although this demon king is abnormal, he is really generous. Just for a meal, he rewarded the cook with 1,000 taels of gold. If the cook was not a robot, I am afraid that this 1,000 taels of gold would have nothing to do with him? !

Thinking of this, Yan Wenmo felt that he was extremely smart. Otherwise, wouldn't this thousand taels of gold be given away to others for nothing? !

With this 1,000 taels of gold, perhaps I could open a restaurant, a snack shop, a jewelry shop, a cosmetics shop, and a cloth shop in the small town next to the Ten Thousand Demon Sect. It seems that my own industrial chain is becoming more and more complete? !

Perhaps, in the near future, the entire Wanmo Town will belong to Yan Wenmo, although such success does not seem to be her original goal.

She raised her eyes to look at the Demon Lord, looking at his fierce yet gentle brows, looking at his eyes that were sharp yet slightly tender, looking at his facial features that seemed to be meticulously carved, and always felt a sense of disconnection.

The Demon Lord's appearance is fierce yet elegant, whether he is moving or still, and looks very pleasing to the eye and very manly.

But the owner of this face has his hands covered with the blood of cultivators. He is a magic flower born in hell, tempting people to approach and then devouring them.

The system told Yan Wenmo that the Demon Lord was stained with a lot of karma and that getting too close to him would bring misfortune to oneself.

Although Yan Wenmo herself also tried hard to do some good deeds to offset these karmic debts, she was too close to the other party, and those offsets would run out one day. By then, she would be entangled in the karmic debts and her fate would be extremely miserable.

Therefore, Yan Wenmo tried his best to stay away from the other party within his ability, but the other party didn't seem to think so.

"Is the Ten Thousand Demons Palace too boring? That's why you don't want to go back?!"

As if casually, the Demon Lord suddenly spoke, his eyes looking at Yan Wenmo, with a very noticeable questioning in his eyes.

Yan Wenmo pretended not to hear anything and picked up the teacup handed to him by the maid, then changed the subject:

“The weather is nice today”

Hearing this, the Demon Lord stared at Yan Wenmo for a long time before he stretched out his hand and said:

"I am free today and can accompany you around."

The meaning of his hand was obvious, asking Yan Wenmo to hold it, but Yan Wenmo subconsciously turned his head and instructed the maid beside him:

"Go prepare some tea, in case the distinguished guest gets thirsty later."

Seeing that Yan Wenmo ignored him again, the Demon Lord was not the type to force others, so he simply walked over, held her hand, pulled her up and said:

"Let's go, I'll take you for a walk"

Yan Wenmo's farm is not big, only a few tens of thousands of square meters. In addition to poultry and livestock, there are also storage rooms such as textiles and warehouses.

After looking at the breeding area with great interest, the Demon Lord went to the textile factory area, and then saw women busy weaving.

These women are all mortals and are not unfamiliar with weaving. Perhaps it is because the food provided by Yan Wenmo is quite good, so they look quite pretty compared to other slaves in Wanmo Town.

In fact, not only were their faces conspicuous, their expressions were not dull, and there was a hint of expectation and hope on their faces that the people of the Demon Cult should not have.

Perhaps it was too conspicuous, so the Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo for a long time before speaking:

"You are smart to win people's hearts in this way."

He spoke with contempt, as if in sarcasm. Yan Wenmo looked at his arrogant expression, said nothing, and instead looked away.

Whether it's to win people's hearts or to serve the people sincerely, this thing has already been done. It's his business to say whatever he wants. I can't make him shut up, let alone change his cognition.

Seeing Yan Wenmo looking away, the Demon Lord thought she was shy, and subconsciously stroked the back of Yan Wenmo's hand with his thumb, and then chuckled:

"But, I am quite satisfied, you did a good job."

As he spoke, he curled his lips and said with a bit of pride:

"It's hard to believe that you've put so much thought into getting my attention. It seems that you care about me more than you think."

It can be seen that the Demon Lord is very happy, but it can also be seen that Yan Wenmo is very unhappy.

I worked so hard to earn points, I did everything I could to earn points, I worked day and night for this factory, but how come he said I did all this just to get his attention?!

Please, would you like to look in the mirror? You are not as important to me as you think, okay? !

But Yan Wenmo could never say such words, so she could only put on a fake smile and accompany the Demon Lord around the entire farm.

After visiting the breeding farm, the Demon Lord went to the planting area. Yan Wenmo told the Demon Lord last year that she would plant a lot of things in the wasteland. Now, she has kept her promise and has indeed planted a lot of things.

It was early autumn and most of the crops had matured. Perhaps it was because Yan Wenmo had already bought slaves to reclaim the wasteland before building the farm. Therefore, the wasteland that was full of weeds last year had already turned golden at this time.

The Demon Lord looked at the vast fields of ripe wheat in front of him, then looked at Yan Wenmo beside him, and a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Subconsciously, he pulled out the hand that was holding Yan Wenmo, and this action made Yan Wenmo silently breathe a sigh of relief. But the next moment, he placed his hand on Yan Wenmo's shoulder and said with great passion:

"From now on, my territory will be handed over to you. You can plant whatever you want and do whatever you want!"

He spoke with great enthusiasm, as if he was looking into the future, or as if he was a boss painting a rosy picture for his employees. Yan Wenmo looked at his ambitious appearance and couldn't help but pour cold water on him:

"Your Excellency, there is no need to do this. I think this is fine."

The Demon Lord had no intention of listening to her thoughts. Instead, he forced Yan Wenmo to stand face to face with him, and held her shoulders with both hands, and promised earnestly:

"Thirteen, if you believe in me, I will definitely conquer a large territory for you. I will tell the world that all my land is contracted by you."