The Demon Lord still didn't react, he just waved his hand and let the demon servant go down.
Seeing this, the demon servant was unwilling to accept it and turned around to tell the other demon generals about it.
The Demon Lord sat quietly in the hall, thinking about something before he stood up and looked through some books.
In the evening, when the Demon Lord came back, he saw Mo Qin meditating and practicing.
In the bedroom where the Demon Lord lived, the spiritual energy was wrapped in the demonic energy and gathered into a small ball, like a dying lamp in the boundless darkness.
Mo Qin sensed someone coming and stopped practicing.
The Demon Lord walked over and held the person in his arms as usual.
"What did you ask in the dungeon?"
Mo Qin did not tell him her discovery.
The immortals are indeed unkind, but the demons are not good people either.
In comparison, the immortals are better. At least they are still covered with a layer of skin and do not act recklessly like the demons.
Mo Qin: "What can I ask? Your men are almost killing people."
The Demon Lord certainly knew what had happened at that time. When he heard Mo Qin's unfriendly words, his eyes dimmed.
"The demons are just like that. Why, are you disappointed?"
The Demon Lord's fingertips gently stroked the side of Mo Qin's face, his tone lingering and dangerous:
"You don't think I'm a good person. You should have known that on our wedding night."
Even if it means using despicable means, you must get everything you want.
That's just how he is.
His hands are stained with the blood of countless creatures, including immortals, demons, humans, and monsters of all races.
It is impossible to count how many lives were lost at his hands.
Mo Qin: “…”
Good person?
Did he misunderstand himself or her?
There is nothing good about what he did.
The Demon Lord didn't know if he was going to give up, he continued:
"You're certainly no match for me, but forcing yourself is pointless. You were very enthusiastic that night, and I was very satisfied."
At the end he even laughed perversely.
Mo Qin's back felt numb from the laughter.
What the hell is going on!
"Are you sick?"
The Demon Lord was stunned by the scolding. He looked down at the girl in his arms with a slightly annoyed look. He suddenly raised his hand and pinched her chin to lift it up.
"You just realized I'm sick? You want to kill me? How about next time you just...don't kill me directly?"
"Ah~ Perhaps in this way you can save the immortal race from the dire situation, and the demon race won't develop to this point now."
Mo Qin narrowed her eyes slightly. This was the first time he had brought up a topic that Mo Qin didn't know about:
"What's wrong?"
The Demon Lord released the hand that was pinching Mo Qin's chin and lowered his head to rest it on Mo Qin's shoulder.
"Kill me next time and you will be free. Otherwise..." I will do it again, or even worse.
The freedom you want will never be yours.
Seeing that she couldn't ask any more questions, Mo Qin had to let the topic go.
"Can't you restrain your subordinates?"
"Can't you treat the prisoners kindly? What's the fun in torturing people?"
Torture is fine, but any other abuse is too perverted.
Since you're going to die anyway, you might as well die quickly.
The Demon Lord exerted a little force, pushed the man down on the soft couch, and said in a very cruel way:
"How can that be possible? Happiness comes from this..."
The immortals thought it was cruel, but the demons didn’t. Instead, they felt excited and happy.
Indulge in revelry, control life and death, and watch others beg for mercy...
My blood is boiling.
Want to immerse yourself in this.
I'd be happy to die in there.
…
The major reshuffle of the demon clan to identify spies actually resulted in the discovery of quite a few spies.
In just a few days, the cell welcomed many residents.
Most of the immortals who were captured were of low strength and had not reached any important positions. Even the way they got in seemed absurd.
"So many immortals have sneaked in. What do they want to do?"
"Are you here to give me toys? Hahahaha, you're so weak! I can crush ten of you with one hand!"
"The dungeon guard shifts are packed these days."
There are undercover agents who have not been caught and are living in fear every day.
When did the immortals send so many undercover agents here?
They got no news at all.
And those undercover agents...the quality is so poor, they are totally betraying their teammates.
This made them extremely cautious during the following period. If they were caught, not only would they have no chance of survival, but they would also be tortured.
It's hell.
…
Mo Qin was also very interested in this matter.
She read the information presented by the demons to the Demon Lord.
Those undercover agents appeared almost all within the past year, their quality was not high, and they did not play any role.
The demons didn't take these undercover agents seriously; their priority target was still Mo Qin.
Mo Qin was tired of hearing all kinds of impeachment words, but they still patiently told them to the Demon Lord and did not avoid her presence at all.
"Mo Qin is the Demon Fairy Princess. Keeping her here will be a huge threat to the demon clan."
"There are so many immortals, and the Demon Lord has everything he wants. Why would he be so obsessed with just one Mo Qin?"
"You can have the Immortal Clan, but there's no need to marry her. Immortals and demons cannot coexist. Playing around is fine, but marriage is absolutely not an option!"
“…”
Mo Qin had reason to suspect that the Demon Lord did it on purpose.
They couldn't pry any useful information out of the spies.
It’s not that they are not afraid of death, but those spies really don’t know any useful information.
After being sure that nothing could be gotten out of him, the Demon Lord ordered that all the immortals be executed.
The demons were very puzzled.
The lives of useless prisoners are not important, but those useless prisoners are usually tortured to death rather than killed directly.
The only ones that are killed directly are those that are not even worth entertaining.
"Demon Lord, why did you execute them all?"
The Demon Lord said without even raising his head:
"You're wasting your time on playing around! If you had this much free time, why don't you improve your cultivation or kill a few more immortals?"
The demons thought that the Demon Lord was angry because so many spies had sneaked in, so they dared not say anything and could only carry out the execution.
…
Mo Qin didn't care about the demons who were eyeing her covetously.
If the demons can't survive, just change places. It's such a simple thing.
"What kind of immortals are those undercover agents?"
Some of the immortals are second-generation immortals, and some are from other races who have cultivated to become immortals, among which the human race is the largest.
The Demon Lord didn't care what kind of immortals those were.
We're going to kill them all anyway, so it doesn't matter what they are.
But since Mo Qin asked this, the Demon Lord still asked his subordinates.
"It's either flowers or grass. Those immortals only send these trash to die!"
There are also struggles and discrimination within the immortal race. Those who are discriminated against are generally the weak, and there is also racial discrimination.
Mo Qin had never seen this group of undercover agents, but the situation seemed no different from the last one.
Flowers and plants.
Is this a case of strength failing to win, so the choice is to win by numbers?
(End of this chapter)
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