Lu Chenzhou, the supreme demon sect who once made the martial arts world fearful, suddenly dismissed his followers one day and set up a sweet potato stall in Yanyu Lane, Jiangnan.
The charcoal fire was warm and the fragrance was long-lasting. He was wearing a coarse cloth apron and smiled so harmlessly.
Xie Qingyan, the youngest leader of the Wulin League, has a long-cherished wish in his life to personally escort Lu Chenzhou into the Demon Suppression Tower.
She monitored him for three hundred days and nights, filling twelve "Demon Lord Observation Diaries", but only waited until——
He stuffed an extra sweet potato into the street boy, helped his grandma repair the leaking roof tiles, and handed her a freshly baked potato when she was tired: "Thank you, leader, working overtime for a long time is harmful to your health."
Her sword-holding hand was shaking.
She had memorized eight hundred plans for dealing with the Demon Lord's conspiracy, but she couldn't use any of them.
Her life goal, her status in the world, and the meaning of her existence were all falling apart as the man lay on his back.
What's even more frightening is that when everyone is waiting for the demon to come out——
She actually began to feel that he was much more pleasing to the eye when he was wearing an apron and humming a tune than when he was in charge of the situation.
