Although Baili Wenrou was newly promoted to the Twelve Demons, he was classified by the Demon Lord as a general with the empty title of managing Wangchuan.
Some of the magic soldiers who were originally full of confidence in her were discouraged. It seemed that it was not so easy for newcomers to rise to the top.
However, Jianxi was given a shot. He leaned around Baili Wenwen and said: "Sir Baili, although you are now assigned to manage Wangchuan, it has only been half a year. How long have you been in the devil world?
Ah, he has become one of the Twelve Demon Generals. Such potential is something that others cannot criticize."
The end of the long Wangchuan River is sparsely populated and belongs to the border area of the demon clan. It is only guarded by two or two demon soldiers. Because the terrain is relatively steep, there are mountains at the end to resist, and there are countless formations.
Baili Rouwen took a walk from the head of the Wangchuan River and spent most of the day walking to the end of the river. The length of the river was obviously beyond her original budget.
Listening to Jian Xi's chatter behind him, Baili Wenwen said softly: "Has there been someone to look after this Wangchuan River in the past?"
"This..." Jianji looked embarrassed, and then replied: "No... no, this Wangchuan is a stagnant water, and it is very weird. Who would approach Wangchuan for no reason? Who is not only in danger of Wangchuan? So why send people
He's guarding Wangchuan."
And it is obviously a humiliation for the Eleven Demon General to let Baili Rouwen guard Wangchuan.
What Wu Wei meant was to ask Baili Wenwen to stick to the boundaries and formations at the head and tail of Wangchuan. As the name suggests, he was also protecting Wangchuan.
Things that go against common morals must have a mystery in them.
The former Wusha naturally changed his name to Baili. Although he did not have the authority that Wusha had before, the palace he belonged to was naturally still owned by Baili.
"Let's do this! You have my mushroom hut moved to the end of the Wangchuan River. It is sparsely populated, has a beautiful environment, and is very comfortable to live in." Baili Rouwen said suddenly.
Moreover, that kind of powerful perception seems to be lurking inside.
Not far away is the fluorescent-colored Wangchuan River. Purple ghost flowers stretch out from the riverside, and countless fireflies jump on the flowers. The scenery here is hundreds of times more beautiful than the Black Rock Cliff.
Jianxi was shocked: "Give...give it to me?"
Baili Wenwen's expression remained as usual: "The Demon Realm is built on the banks of the River of Forgetfulness. Didn't you notice that this river is different?"
"Of course I know, but the aura of this Wangchuan is extremely dangerous, and even the three demon kings cannot seal it. The time in this Wangchuan seems to be set by itself. If you enter, you will be devoured and people will become confused, so now we can only
Observe from a distance." Jianxi explained.
Jianxi was surprised: "You don't live in Wucha Palace... no, Baili Palace?"
"Give it to you! I don't like living where others have lived." Baili said softly and generously.
Baili Rouwen found it very interesting.
"From now on, the affairs in Baili Palace will be left to you. If there is any major event, please inform me. Anyway, it is just some odd jobs, which is easier than living on Black Rock Cliff. And I am also happy to be free." Baili said softly.
Firm analysis: "..."
Feelings: This lord has become even more idle after becoming a demon general.
I was originally worried that Baili Wenrou would be troubled by not having real power, but now why do I think she is so eager to do so?
"Then... I will take care of the Baili Palace for you, sir. You can stay at it whenever you want to come over. All the small things inside will be replaced with new ones, and your cabin will also be replaced by new ones.
It's set up here, you can rest assured." Jianxi is now hugging Baili's gentle thigh tightly. His intuition is right. Since he hugged Baili's gentle thigh tightly, the road has become wider and wider, and now he directly starts from a
The handyman who managed the slaves became the confidant of the Twelve Demon Generals. How could this gap not be huge?