Lin Che transmigrated and became the seventh son of the Daqian Zhen Guo Mansion. Because the original owner was not the Duke Zhen Guo’s biological son, he was unloved by his father and mother since...
Ji Wuhuan smiled, extended a finger, and gently touched Lin Che's lips. "Don't be so hasty to reject me. You've destroyed the Golden Scale Chamber of Commerce and offended the Great Demon King. You're a human, and you're in danger. But if you cooperate with me, I'll fully support you. Not even Mange Port can do anything to you."
"General Lin, you don't want to live in hiding forever, do you? Besides, you can enter here from the human world. Are the Ten Thousand Demons fools? If they are angered, they will also go after your Da Gan. Then, what will happen to your Shenji Camp and your Da Gan?"
Lin Che stretched out her finger, poked Ji Wuhuan's forehead, and pushed her away.
"Words are not enough. With just a few words, you think you can take my treasure away for nothing?"
"I don't have any free hands. I can sleep with you once."
"hehe!"
"Isn't it too much for you to laugh like that? No matter what, I am still one of the reserve candidates for the Ten Great Demon Ladies." Ji Wuhuan crossed his arms and looked angry.
"If you don't want to, I'm even more unwilling. If you agree to cooperate, I will immediately send people to guard the place and give you a place to enter the secret realm. I will also openly form an alliance with you."
Lin Che thought about it and realized that given Ji Wuhuan's personality, he would not get up early unless there was something beneficial.
Could it be that there are special treasures in this secret realm that has only been opened for a thousand years?
"What treasures are there in the secret realm?"
"There must be a lot of treasures. But all races who go in want the same thing—"
Ji Wuhuan deliberately kept the question a secret, and after a pause, he said:
"Time sand!"