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Chapter 134 Open the door, the Saint Demon Lord sends warmth (12)

Upon hearing this, Qi Shan's eyes widened.

Coming from a modern soul, I simply cannot understand why a father would give up on his son so easily.

He struggled to say something else.

But before he could utter a single word, Mo Jingxu stomped on his head and it exploded.

Perhaps he was thinking until his death why his father did not recognize his son and why all his good cards were suddenly crushed.

Only after making sure the person was dead did Mo Jingxu withdraw his foot in disgust.

What a piece of rubbish.

His cultivation level is only at the Golden Elixir level, and his background is that of an illegitimate child.

Once you get a golden finger, you start enjoying the future and coveting people you shouldn't covet.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and throw the headless body out.

The saint, the witch, and the villain's wife are all yours.

With such a big tone, it seems that it is not a problem for him to feed those hungry monsters with his own body.

After all, it's all yours.

After doing this, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared.

The old man who had just been called dad by Qi Shan breathed a sigh of relief until he could no longer detect any trace of the Demon Lord's presence at the gate of the Demon Realm.

Fortunately, he gave up quickly, otherwise he would have been killed by the illegitimate child.

Thinking of the look the Demon Lord gave him before, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all trembling.

He didn't even bother to deal with the corpse that was gnawed by monsters and only bones were left, and just ran away at full speed.

When he returned, he said he was sick and needed to retreat to recuperate.

This would save him from hanging around in front of the Demon Lord every day, causing the Demon Lord to remember what happened today and come after him.

As for revenge and backstabbing, what are you thinking about?

The dispensable illegitimate child was not worth his taking the risk and backstabbing the Demon Lord who was nearly two levels higher in cultivation than him.

Qi Shan's appearance seemed to be a signal.

After Mo Jingxu wiped him out, the Son and Daughter of Fortune, who had not appeared around him for a few days, reappeared.

Today she is the girl of fortune who plays the role of savior, and tomorrow she is the son of fortune like Long Aotian.

It was endless and caused no actual harm to Mo Jingxu. It was all a mental attack.

The most outrageous thing here is a female doctor who appears in the name of saving him.

He is the demon lord who is invincible in the world and looks down upon the entire era.

Does it need to be redeemed by a mortal female doctor with a lifespan of less than a hundred years?

What kind of brain could come up with this plot?

After dealing with this girl of luck, Mo Jingxu labeled the mastermind behind these people as mentally ill.

And it refreshed my prejudice against the word salvation.

When he returned, he apologized to his colleagues in the female redemption team who had come to redeem him.

After witnessing the outrageous redemption of the girl of destiny, he finally understood how powerful his colleague who had taken him as the target of his mission to be redeemed was.

As expected, when it comes to professional redemption, it still has to be a quick game. This wild one is too outrageous.

As Mo Jingxu became increasingly irritated by these sons and daughters of destiny, Bu Shian also completed a continuous leap in his cultivation.

After going through the thunder tribulation of promotion to the Mahayana stage.

Bu Shi'an glanced at the Demon Lord's dormitory, which was bombed to the point where only the floor was left, and for the first time showed a guilty expression.

If she had known that the thunder tribulation of her advancement to the Mahayana stage would be so powerful, she would have moved to another place.

Look at the bombing of the bedroom, there is no place to step.

Out of guilt, Bu Shi'an planned to slip away before the original owner of the bedroom discovered him.

As soon as he took a step, he met Mo Jingxu, who had just dealt with the new Son of Fortune and rushed over quickly after hearing the noise.

Seeing Mo Jingxu's expression change from irritability and fatigue to joy and surprise to disbelief, Bu Shian subconsciously took two steps back.

"Well, the weather is really nice today."

Rumble.

The clear and cloudless weather suddenly changed. After a muffled thunder, raindrops as big as beans fell down.

"Fuck, God doesn't give me face. Be careful or I will leave you alone in a rage."

Bu Shian raised his middle finger directly to the sky.

"This weather is so nice, don't you think, Yingying?"

Bu Shi'an, who was cursing, shuddered when she heard the words. She glanced at the Demon Realm high-level officials who were silently observing from a distance, and immediately made a hand gesture to set up an array to isolate the space where she and Mo Jingxu were.

The senior executives who failed to watch the show immediately began to whisper.

Senior Leader A: "Is the Demon Lord happy or angry?"

Senior Executive B: "Be happy! After all, his wife has come out of seclusion. This means he can end his unrequited love and complete his grand ambitions."

Senior Leader C: "Who would be happy with that expression? The bedroom was blown up. It would be strange if the Demon Lord wasn't angry."

Senior Executive A: "You don't have a wife, do you?"

Senior Manager C: “Yeah, what’s the matter?”

Senior Manager A: "That's fine, go have fun."

In the isolated space, Bu Shian twirled his fingers with a rare sense of guilt.

"I said I accidentally blew up your bedroom, do you believe me?"

"What do you think?"

"Haha, this bedroom isn't well decorated. If it blows up, it blows up. At worst, I can design a new one for you."

"No, I'm not angry, I'm just worried..."

"Oh, you don't have to lie. I understand. You're just afraid that I'll get angry."

"Don't worry, buddy, I won't blow up your house for nothing. Are 300 points enough?"

"You might not even have this many points after completing this mission. Blowing up your temporary residence in this small world is a good compensation."

"No, I really didn't..."

"Shut up! If you keep talking, I'll really get angry. I said I'd give you points, and you just kept saying it. If you keep talking, I'll beat you up."

"..."

[Host, there's something wrong with this kid. Is he...?]

"You should shut up too. We're just colleagues. His house was bombed and I compensated him with some points. It's reasonable and there won't be any other developments."

【…】

Mo Jingxu's caring plan ended in failure.

He was wondering whether Bu Shian understood but didn't let him say it, or whether he really didn't understand but was simply used to being in charge.

But soon, he couldn't think calmly anymore.

The bedroom was blown up, leaving only the floor, and some of the floors were even cracked and warped at the edges.

Mo Jingxu was afraid that Bu Shian would think too much when seeing the corpse, so he just let a corner of the potato chips hidden in the movable floor reveal itself.

"Hey, what's this? Mo Jingxu, you have two faces in front of others and behind their backs."

"Let me guess, you have something against me, but you don't dare to confront me, so you vent it behind my back over my favorite potato chips."

"No, it was an accident. I can explain it."

"Explain? Wait until I'm done."

"I think we should discuss your compensation for my points in detail."

"No, I don't want you to feel that way, I want me to feel that way. After I finish beating you, you can continue to gain points if you are wronged."

……

No one knows what happened in the space.

After the formation dissipated, the Demon Realm's high-level officials who had been waiting not far away to get the first-hand information about the follow-up discovered it.

Their Demon Lord was staggering and in a trance, and was supported by the rosy-faced future Demon Lord's wife. The two of them were very close to each other and seemed to be whispering something.

Well, how should I put it? I wish the Demon Lord happiness in sex.

It’s just that being single for so many years has been a bit unrestrained.