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"Very good." The man called "Demon Lord" nodded after a moment of silence: "You are very good."
"Fifteen night demon-level warriors from the dark elves, coupled with the protective magic circle that has guarded the seal tower for ten thousand years and has been passed down for ten thousand years, can still lose things! You are very good!"
He...or is it? None of this matters anymore.
He emphasized the word "ten thousand years" and read it with clenched teeth, as if he wanted to carefully tell the meaning of those two words to the dozen dark elves in front of him. Listening to the words of the Demon Lord, the heads of more than a dozen dark elves were pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to move, only the uncontrollable and unstoppable trembling.
"But sir... that is a very powerful spell..."
"I don't care!" The Demon Lord suddenly shouted. The body of the dark elf who spoke suddenly froze, his face was full of horror, bleeding from seven holes, and he lay on the floor like a dead man. The dark blue blood flowed on the ground, reflecting the faces of other dark elves who were also afraid.
"Do you know what you lost?"
After a moment, the Demon Lord sighed softly: "Forget it. You all commit suicide. I can still keep one of your whole bodies. I will take good care of your family."
The faces of more than a dozen dark elves showed sorrow, and then they all stood up one by one: "Thank you, Lord Demon." After speaking, more than a dozen dark elves looked at each other, blue smoke appeared in pairs of blue eyes, and in their eyes The spirit disappeared instantly, and then more than ten corpses appeared, leaving only the Demon Lord standing silently in the center.
"Oh, I said why are you doing this?"
A slight voice suddenly came, but the Demon Lord's face showed no surprise, and there was not even a fluctuation in his eyes: "You know, this is a rule. Without rules, you can't make a circle. Something has been lost in the sealing tower, They who are responsible for guarding must be held accountable."
The light-hearted voice clicked his tongue disapprovingly: "It's all right... It's suffocating. That's an extremely powerful spell, and its power is unimaginable. I also saw it when the spell came just now. Then The power...even you can't stop it."
The Demon Lord snorted fiercely: "Do you know what is missing?"
"I know, it's just the armor."
"Please don't use such a dismissive tone to describe that... armor!" The Demon Lord's voice gradually became angry: "That armor was soaked in the blood of tens of thousands of our descendants! What a price we paid back then. , just captured that armor and sealed it!"
"Okay, okay, don't tell me about history. I already knew what you said, but now it is just a damaged item. After the war and our seal, it is just a piece of waste. .”
The Demon Lord suddenly looked towards the top of the spire, and two rays of purple light shot out from his eyes.
"Whoosh." An afterimage flashed past the two rays of purple light. The purple light hit the top of the spire, and a series of magic patterns appeared, dissipating the purple light.
"Zi Mei! Can you please pay more attention to our clan's affairs! In addition to its power, that armor symbolizes something beyond your imagination! Moreover, who can guarantee that there is no way to repair that armor!?" Demon Lord Hate He looked at the purple boy in front of him with indifference.
Zimei shrugged indifferently and lay on the chair as if falling asleep.
"Huh? Are you injured?" The Demon Lord's eyes were very sharp, and when he looked at Zi Mei, he could still feel the energy in his body that was confused. Zimei snorted: "It's nothing, it's none of your business anyway."
"How could it be none of my business! I'm your big brother!" The Demon Lord shouted in a deep voice, with a hint of warmth in his usually cold eyes: "Are you going to challenge the Lord again?" Zimei shrugged: "I found out Just got some fun toys."
The Demon Lord sighed heavily again. There was really nothing he could do about his younger brother: "Great changes are coming, you'd better be more stable. It's useless for the clan to rely on me alone. I need your help." Zi Mei ignored it and just looked at it with clear eyes. Closed tightly, as if asleep.
"Forget it... you can figure it out yourself." The Demon Lord turned around and walked towards the tower door, with a faint look of exhaustion on his back. Zi Mei opened her eyes the moment the Demon Lord turned around, looking at her brother's back in trance...
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In the Three Eastern Cities, this is a towering building.
In an era of increasingly advanced technology, it is common for high-rise buildings to exceed 200 storeys. The tall building in front of us is more than 300 stories tall. It is also the tallest Optimus Pillar in the third city in the East - Mu Company.
In today's era, there are very few companies that still use their surname as their company name. After that incident many years ago, nine out of ten of those ancient companies collapsed and disappeared silently, but this did not include Mu's.
Just like the surname, Mu's company sells wood.
But these woods are not simple. Ordinary woods are naturally sold, but high-end ones are also sold. In today's era of advanced technology and metals, it is a miracle that wood products have not been eliminated. The reason is because people in the ten eastern cities know how to appreciate wood, a product that once contained vitality.
An ordinary chair once made by Mu Company, but made of the most precious agarwood, sold for tens of millions of dollars.
And there are only two people in the top-level office of Mu Company.
As the chairman of Mu's office, it is extremely simple, without any luxurious equipment, everything is made of wood. Wooden desk, wooden chair. It’s just that if an expert sees it, his mouth will be drooling all over the floor. In the eyes of the artist, each of these tables and chairs is a priceless treasure.
Low-key luxury, this is Mushi!
Sitting at the desk is a middle-aged man with twinkling eyes.
He is said to be middle-aged, but in fact, it can be seen from his gradually graying hair that he is already entering his twilight years.
Standing across the table was a young man. He looked very young, probably in his twenties, but he was wearing sportswear, which was in sharp contrast with the neat suit of the middle-aged man sitting across the table.
Looking at the young man in sportswear, the man frowned: "What do you mean? If you don't wear a suit when you come to the company, how will you look to others?" The young man shook his head and said nothing. Seeing the young man's appearance, the man was a little surprised.
This man is naturally the helmsman of Mu's enterprise: Mu Shirong.
The young man standing opposite him was his son, the next heir to Mu's enterprise: Mu Chengzhi.
Mu Shirong tapped his fingers lightly on the priceless wooden table. The deep sound of knocking on the wood made him feel at peace: "I heard that you haven't come to the company recently. You are addicted to that... game?" Chengzhi nodded and had no intention of denying it.
In this regard, Mu Shirong did not immediately scold him: "I have also played in that game, and it is indeed very real. Even meetings of a certain company are held in it now. But... you can tell the difference, right? Reality and virtual world."
Mu Chengzhi nodded: "I make the distinction very clearly. I am Mu Chengzhi, the heir of the Mu family. But at the same time, I am also Mu Chengzhi, myself."
I'll make up for it tomorrow and take a break. No further notice will be given.