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Yan Wenmo looked at the sincere and serious eyes of the Demon Lord and felt extremely tired. Please, can you not play out this kind of plot where you have taken over the entire fish pond? !

Don’t their leaders like to listen to their employees’ requests?! Do they also like to be self-righteous?!

Besides, what do you mean by conquer a vast territory for me? Do I need a territory?! Do I need you to die?!

Yan Wenmo had no choice but to refuse:

"Your Excellency, my abilities are limited, and my small factory is about to go bankrupt. Please stop torturing me, okay?!"

The Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo's sad face, curled his lips in disdain, and then put a wooden sign in her hand, and said with a look of condescension:

"Here you go. With it, you can take money from my warehouse at any time. Are you satisfied now?!"

The Demon Lord's arrogance was like a majestic lion crouching down and letting its lioness play around him. Yan Wenmo looked at the token in his hand and felt that it was a hot potato.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, from the moment she touched the token, the system's warning beeping sound became deafening and gave her a headache.

She had no choice but to throw the token back to the Demon Lord in panic, then rubbed her temple and said with a painful look on her face:

"Your Majesty, I really can't accept this thing. Please... please forgive me."

The Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo in surprise, and subconsciously looked at the token in his hand, thinking that this token should be no different? ! Why is she still looking so shy? ! Could it be that this token has some attack effect or special function? !

But when he saw Yan Wenmo's face full of resistance, he couldn't help but sneer and said sarcastically:

"You are so ungrateful that you don't even want the things I give you."

Having said that, he did not continue to hand the token to Yan Wenmo, as if the action just now was just a test.

After the Demon Lord took the token away, the system in Yan Wenmo's sea of ​​consciousness stopped making that noisy "beeping" sound. Yan Wenmo listened to the lingering sound in his sea of ​​consciousness and subconsciously took a few steps away from the Demon Lord. He said awkwardly:

"Your Majesty, is there anything else?!"

The Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo's face, which was full of reluctance and perfunctory, and then glanced at the fields full of harvest scenes beside him. He stood with his hands behind his back and said:

"I will stay for a while longer."

Just at this moment a breeze blew, making his inky black clothes rustle. He looked into the distance, seeing the golden ground, and a sense of heroism arose spontaneously.

This is his kingdom, and it is also the blueprint he had planned. He thought that before long, a scene as prosperous as Kyoto would appear in his Wanmo Sect.

Such a scene had never been achieved by the previous masters of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, but he did it! !

The Demon Lord was there with great enthusiasm, while Yan Wenmo was standing aside enduring the warnings from the system in her sea of ​​consciousness. The system repeatedly warned her not to accept any gifts from the Demon Lord. Once she accepted, it would be equivalent to accepting his karmic debts.

Once she accepts the karmic debt of the Demon Lord, she will have to pay a huge price. This is a price that neither Yan Wenmo nor the system can afford.

There was no other way. Yan Wenmo could only assure the system again and again that she would not accept any gifts from the Demon Lord. Only then did the system reluctantly let her go and eliminated the soul shock in her sea of ​​consciousness caused by the system's warning.

Yan Wenmo heaved a sigh of relief only after the system in her sea of ​​consciousness calmed down. She looked at the Demon Lord standing with his hands behind his back with resentment and a look of helplessness on her face.

What sin had she committed to meet such a weirdo? What on earth was he trying to do?! Couldn't he just stop cheating on her?! Couldn't he just stay away from her?! What was he trying to do by getting so close to her?! Did he think she wasn't dying fast enough?!

Also, after such a long time, I don’t know how Su Nian and the others are doing?! Have they been wronged?!

Now I am so busy that I have no way to get close to Zhao Wenlong, let alone pass on the message. It is so annoying.

Otherwise, think of a way to get Zhao Wenlong from the Demon Lord? ! But how can we avoid arousing the Demon Lord's suspicion? ! Yan Wenmo fell into deep thought.

Just at this moment, another breeze blew by, and the golden ears of wheat made a crackling sound as they collided with each other. Hearing these sounds, Yan Wenmo's confused mind suddenly had an idea.

"Your Excellency"

She pretended to be sad, walked up to the Demon Lord and said:

"Your Majesty, look at all this wheat. I have so few people that I can't harvest it all. Would you like to assign a few people to help me harvest the wheat?!"

The Demon Lord took a look at Yan Wenmo's sad but expectant face, waved his hand in a good mood, and said carelessly:

"It's just harvesting wheat. I can do it with a wave of my hand. Why is it so troublesome?!"

As he spoke, he moved his hand, obviously wanting to take action. Yan Wenmo grabbed his hand and said anxiously:

"Your Excellency, there is no need to do this. I am just short of people and I don't mean to trouble you."

The Demon Lord looked at his hand held by Yan Wenmo, and suddenly became in a good mood and teased:

"It's just wheat. It doesn't take much effort. Don't feel sorry for me."

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo's mouth twitched instantly, and he silently withdrew his hand. Then the Demon Lord waved his hand, and the dozens of acres of wheat were directly sent into the granary built by Yan Wenmo.

At this moment, the wheat stalks on the land in front of him were still there, but the wheat on the stalks had disappeared. Yan Wenmo looked at everything in front of him, clenched his hands gently, and then the wheat stalks were instantly crushed into powder.

"Actually, Your Majesty, you don't have to do this."

Yan Wenmo said seriously:

"For cultivators, these things are very common, but what I want to do is to make this place as prosperous as the capital, and prosperity requires people, not cultivators' big hands."

Hearing this, the Demon Lord looked at Yan Wenmo, who was sincere, in surprise, but did not speak. He glanced at the frightened and curious eyes around him, and after a moment of silence, he asked:

"How many people are needed?!"

Yan Wenmo obviously didn't expect him to agree so easily. He couldn't help but look at him in surprise and asked tentatively:

"I want some hardworking laborers, no practitioners, just give them as you see fit."

Finally, she added:

"Can I pick a few people myself?"

The Demon Lord did not look at her, but looked at the people who had started working again, and said perfunctorily:

"It's up to you, but in exchange, you have to stay at the Wanmo Palace tonight."

Yan Wenmo's heart sank when he heard the unquestionable tone in his voice, but he could only speak:

"Yes"

The early autumn sunlight still carried a hint of chill. In a corridor of the Wanmo Sect, Jiang Wenbai looked at his senior brother Zhao Wenlong opposite him with an expression full of worry, and the other's expression was obviously the same as his.

This was not the first time the two had met, nor was it the first time that they were at a loss. The reason for this was that they could not move an inch in the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

Counting the time, Jiang Wenbai has been in the Wanmo Sect for nearly six months. However, during these six months, they have not been able to find out any information about Yan Wenmo, let alone where he is being held.

How could they save people without any news from the other party? They had no other choice but to worry.

It’s not like they hadn’t thought about developing connections in the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, but just as they developed a few connections, before they had a chance to use them, they were gone.

This result made the two men very discouraged, but they did not dare to act rashly, for fear that their identities would be discovered by the demon cultivators of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, and then they would be in trouble.

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Wenbai couldn't help but said to Zhao Wenlong:

"Second Brother, do you know the demon cultivator who has lived the longest in the Ten Thousand Demon Sect and has no ill will towards us servants?!"

Zhao Wenlong subconsciously thought back, and then remembered the woman who had bumped into someone that day and let him go. He couldn't help but sighed and said:

"Yes, there is, but her reputation is not very good, and she has not yet moved into the Ten Thousand Demons Palace. I am afraid we will not be able to contact her?!"

Seeing Zhao Wenlong say yes, Jiang Wenbai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said directly:

"It's fine if she has it, we can give it a try, maybe she can help!"

Zhao Wenlong looked at Jiang Wenbai hesitantly, and after a moment's hesitation, he spoke with concern:

"I heard that she is the Demon Lord's person and has an unclear relationship with him. You better be careful, she is not a good person."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenbai restrained his relaxed expression due to finding a breakthrough, and said solemnly:

"Don't worry, Second Brother, I won't do anything rash."