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It was a clear and cool autumn day with a gentle breeze. The Demon Lord had a complicated expression on his face as he looked at his subordinates in front of him who were carefully observing, commenting on, and even touching the treasures.

His complexity lies not in the way his subordinates observe the treasures, but in Yan Wenmo's frankness and sincerity. This frankness and sincerity actually makes him feel ashamed of himself.

Seeing that the Demon Lord didn't speak, and Yan Wenmo had no intention of speaking, Jiang Wenbai walked silently to Yan Wenmo's side, and couldn't help but lean over to her and whispered:

"Are you crazy?! You say such things?! How could you...how could you say such things?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at him in confusion. Her sparkling eyes were full of sincerity and honesty as she stared at Jiang Wenbai, and she said in surprise:

"Isn't this something that can be said?!"

Jiang Wenbai was so angry that he jumped up and down, and couldn't help but gnashed his teeth and said angrily:

"Of course I can't tell you?! Have you ever seen that man mention such a thing in public?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at Jiang Wenbai with some grievance and whispered:

"But he asked me first, and I was just telling the truth, and you still scolded me!"

"That can't be said"

Jiang Wenbai lowered his voice and said anxiously:

"How will those people see you if you say that?! Do you think any man likes to eavesdrop on other people?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at Jiang Wenbai with sympathy, and added:

"But according to the information I got, everyone here has heard of your Excellency's secrets. So, since we are all people who have heard of your secrets, why do you look down on me?!"

Jiang Wenbai was stunned. He subconsciously looked around. Although the people in front of him seemed to be admiring the treasures, their attention seemed to be on him.

For some reason, he looked at Yan Wenmo who was standing beside him with a sincere face, and had the illusion that a scholar was unable to explain himself when meeting a soldier.

Covering his forehead in silence, Jiang Wenbai felt that he really shouldn't have come to this banquet.

“I’ll go take a look too.”

Nearly collapsed, Jiang Wenbai uttered these words as if escaping from the situation, and walked directly to the place where red corals were placed in the center of the banquet, as if he wanted to escape from this place of trouble.

The red coral in front of us is about twenty meters high and more than one meter wide. It stands silently in the center of the treasure viewing banquet, so unique and so natural.

He had heard Ouyang Xian say that it took twenty years for a coral to grow only one inch in the sea. A coral this tall now must be tens of millions of years old, which is really long-lived.

(One meter equals thirty inches, and one inch every twenty years, so twenty meters equals twelve thousand years)

Just as Jiang Wenbai was daydreaming, he didn't know if his words just now annoyed anyone, or if others simply disliked him, or even if someone wanted to take the opportunity to target Yan Wenmo.

So, when he just stood in front of the red coral, he stayed there for no more than five seconds, looking at its bright red and shining appearance. Before he could express his admiration, the bright red coral that was originally standing in front of him suddenly broke into pieces and collapsed to the ground.

God has mercy on me. Jiang Wenbai hadn't even touched the red coral yet?! The red coral fell down instantly?! It would have been fine if it had just fallen down, but the key point was that the red coral was broken.

It would be fine if it was broken, but the key point was that Jiang Wenbai was the only one standing in front of the red coral, and the others were standing four or five meters away from him. Even if he wanted to find someone to take the blame, he had no chance.

Jiang Wenbai felt that he should not have come down to appreciate the treasure. If he had not come down, he would not have seen the red coral. Without the red coral, the red coral would not have fallen or broken, and he would not have been so isolated and helpless.

Subconsciously looking at Yan Wenmo, Jiang Wenbai felt like crying, but Yan Wenmo thought his expression showed that he was about to cry, as if he was about to cry but had no tears.

"Girl, I swear I didn't push Red Coral, do you believe me?!"

Jiang Wenbai's voice was shaking as he spoke, and his whole body was shaky. It was no wonder that he was so obviously afraid, it was just that the red coral was too precious.

He had heard from Ouyang Xian that an ordinary coral ornament cost ten thousand taels of gold. Now, this twenty-meter-high red coral was broken by him. Not to mention how much gold he would have to pay, even if he had gold, he could not buy this twenty-meter-high coral.

Therefore, he couldn't afford to pay the compensation even if he sold himself.

Yan Wenmo looked at the other person with pity and said:

"Xunyan, in this situation, it's not a question of whether I believe you or not, but a question of whether His Majesty believes you or not. This red coral is his, not mine."

Xunyan was Jiang Wenbai's alias in the Demon Cult, so when Yan Wenmo said this, Jiang Wenbai knelt down on his knees without hesitation and said with his head on the ground:

"Your Majesty, I swear an oath that I did not break this red coral."

At this moment, a rather arrogant and extremely annoying voice sounded:

"Who else could it be if not you?! Could it be possible that this red coral could break on its own?!"

As he spoke, the man looked at Yan Wenmo and said sarcastically:

"Yan Shisan, you can't afford to compensate for the corals, so you let your subordinates deny it. Isn't your farm doing well? How come you can't even afford to compensate for a thousand-year-old red coral?!"

Yan Wenmo helplessly looked at Ling Yang in front of him, who was wearing a red shirt and showing off his abdominal muscles, and thought to himself, this guy really knows how to stir up trouble? !

Helplessly spreading his hands, Yan Wenmo looked at the Demon Lord and said sincerely:

"Your Majesty, you've seen it too. I didn't want to do that either."

The Demon Lord looked at her in confusion, not understanding what she meant, but still said:

"What do you want?!"

Yan Wenmo thought about it, exchanged for a mutton-fat jade hammer from the system space, and then walked to the center of the treasure viewing banquet with a smile.

In just half an hour, the basketball-sized night pearl was smashed; the white jade statue more than one meter tall was smashed; the incense burner made of thousand-year-old jade was smashed; and more than a dozen black pearls of different sizes were smashed.

The entire treasure-viewing banquet turned into a mess in an instant. The demon cultivators stared at Yan Wenmo in amazement, as if they wanted to stop him but did not dare to. After all, they knew Yan Wenmo's strength, and they were not prepared to seek death for no reason.

As for the Demon Lord, no one knew whether he was frightened or did it on purpose, so he did not say anything to stop it.

But when she smashed the jade hammer at the bowl that was rumored to be used by Chi You, the great saint Youmingzi, one of the two saints of the Demon Cult, took direct action and stopped Yan Wenmo.

And Youmingzi's subordinate, Molingzi, who was known as the Little Saint, protected his rice bowl with a look of fear, fearing that he would lose his rice bowl if the jade hammer came down.

"Yan Shisan, you are so insolent! This is His Majesty's banquet. This is a treasure appreciation banquet hosted by His Majesty, yet you wantonly destroy it. Do you still have any respect for His Majesty's status?!"

The one who spoke was Wantu. Although he looked righteous, he could not hide the joy and gloating in his eyes.

Jiang Wenbai stared blankly at the mess on the ground, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. It was obvious that the current plot development seemed to be beyond his imagination.

He just couldn't understand it. Wasn't he just framed for knocking over a red coral? ! How did the subsequent development of the matter turn into destroying the entire treasure appreciation banquet? ! Is it so magical? ! Is it just... just so magical? !

Subconsciously, he looked at Yan Wenmo, and for some reason, his heart was bleeding.

It’s not that he felt sorry for Yan Wenmo, but he knew that with this guy’s personality, he would definitely charge all the expenses of the day on himself.

Not only did she put the blame on me, she would also find excuses to make me bear the blame. No matter how you look at it, I was definitely going to bear the blame. I just don't know what she wants me to do?! With so many valuable items, even if I sold them, I wouldn't be able to pay them back, right?!

"Ancestor, my dear ancestor, that is a thousand-year-old chalcedony, that is a hundred-year-old top-grade warm jade, that is a top-grade night-shining pearl..."

With tears in his eyes, Jiang Wenbai closed his eyes deeply.

You asked him why his eyes were filled with tears, it was because he had an ancestor who liked to smash valuables, but he could not beat or scold this ancestor, so he could only worship him, coax him, and endure it.

Kneeling on the ground in frustration, tears of regret streaming down his face, Jiang Wenbai felt extremely regretful at this moment. He regretted that he had competed with Zhao Wenlong to attend this treasure appreciation banquet.

You are right, Second Brother, I shouldn't have snatched it from you. If I hadn't snatched it from you, this wouldn't have happened, I wouldn't have encountered this, and I wouldn't have been at risk of bankruptcy? !

My dear little ancestor, how long are you going to keep smashing things? How can you vent your anger? Can't you just let go of those treasures and smash me instead?

I'm stronger than them, and I'm free. You don't have to pay me. Can you just let them go?! Come and hit me, but don't smash those treasures. If you keep smashing them, my descendants will have to become slaves to pay off the debt?!

Just as Jiang Wenbai was about to collapse, the voice of the Demon Lord sounded just in time:

"Thirteen, that's enough. If you keep hitting me, I'll be angry."

Seeing the Demon Lord speak, Yan Wenmo could only reluctantly put away the jade hammer and said helplessly:

"Yes"