Yun Qi sneered: "Li Muge, it's all about the victor and the vanquished. If you want the Demon Lord's position, just take it. You don't need to be so hypocritical."

"This, I really don't want it, Demon Lord, don't you really believe me? Actually, I know that I am not worthy of you." Li Muge kept disgusting Yun Qi.

She poured all the sweet words she had read in storybooks onto Yun Qi.

As expected, Yun Qi's face went from dark to one of terror.

"Li Muge, I will not be interested in you."

"You can have this Demon Lord's position."

"No."

"Take it."

"No."

After a few rounds, Yun Qi was clearly impatient. Everyone in the Demon Realm could see that this woman had coveted the position of Demon Lord.

It's now within easy reach.

Why are you changing your mind again?

Did she find out about my plans?

Thinking of this, Yun Qi curled his lips into a cold smile: "Li Muge, you say you like me, how do you prove it?"

“Proof? That’s easy.” Li Muge stood up, her fiery red dress catching Yun Qi’s eye.

Then…

When he saw Li Muge raise his hand and undo his belt.

His face was so black it could rival the bottom of a pot.

"Li Muge, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated."

"Yun Qi, what do you mean by this?" Li Muge gestured with her hands over her body. "Don't I have a good figure?"

"In these three realms, believe it or not, I can just snap my fingers and men from all three realms will line up, and I won't even have time to choose."

"Oh."

Bound by Li Muge's magic, Yun Qi leaned back in the yellow rock wooden chair, a half-smile on his face: "Although the Demon Realm will never see the light of day again, Li Muge..."

"But you can't dream."