Chapter 1352 Is the Young Master of the Demon Clan Skinned Again Today 27

Tao Zi watched the dejected Burning Mozun walk out of the gate of the mahjong hall, approached Tian Miao, and said in a low voice: "Young Master, that is Burning Mozun. I have been asking you everywhere today. I am determined to compete for the position of the Demon King!"

"He can't beat my father, and Wu Lu can't beat me, don't worry. I think his current thoughts should not be on the fight for the throne." Tian Miao smiled inscrutablely.

"Ah? What do you mean?" Tao Zi blinked her eyes in confusion.

"Wu Lu." Tian Miao waved at Wu Lu.

"Ah, young master, what's the matter?" Wu Lu was so happy that he had won three little rookies today, and walked in front of Tian Miao happily. Jiang Yi had praised him before, saying that he was the most talented mahjong player he had ever seen, and he was improving so fast that he couldn't tell he was a novice at all. Let him practice his skills again, and fight them later. Shi Yang, Ke Yuan, and Jiang Yi are ranked one, two, and three in the mahjong parlor. I look forward to playing mahjong with the three of them!

"I will pay you three months' salary in advance. As for the bonus, it depends on your performance." Tian Miao said kindly.

"Huh?" Wu Lu looked puzzled, why did the young master advance his salary, he was not short of money.

"You will use it. But don't reveal where the money came from." Tian Miao smiled confusedly.

Wu Lu was stunned, but in the end he happily took the salary that Tian Miao advanced to him and went home.

As soon as he entered the gate, he was pulled aside by his grandfather.

"Lu Er..." Burning Mozun smiled obsequiously, and was interrupted by Wu Lu just as he opened his mouth.

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Wu Lu knew that his grandfather must be asking him for something when he called him so, so he stopped making such nonsense and said directly not to waste time.

"Well, how much pocket money do you have left? Can you borrow some from your grandfather?" Burning Mozun asked embarrassingly.

"Yes, how much do you want?" Wu Lu stared in surprise. Is the young master a prophet?

"Not much, just..." Burning Mozun said a number. It is Wulu's monthly salary.

Without further ado, Wu Lu directly gave it to Burning Mozun.

For the next two days, Burning Mozun asked Wu Lu to borrow money, and the figures were Wu Lu's salary for one month.

In his heart, Wu Lu worshiped the young master with all his heart, he finally knew why the young master wanted to advance his salary to him, because he already knew that his grandfather had lost in a mess, and he needed to borrow money to make up for it.

However, Burning Mozun did have a talent for playing mahjong. After paying the tuition for four consecutive days, he started to win money on the fifth day. Then go to the mahjong hall to report on time every day, leaving early and returning late all day long.

In fact, the Demon King has been paying attention to Ran Mozun. From Ran Mozun's ambitious return to the king's city and then to Ran Mozun's daily obsession with mahjong, the Demon King's mood is very complicated.

Originally thought that he would usher in a turbulent battle for the throne, but in the end, his own Miao Miao soldiers solved everything perfectly without bloodshed.

What else can he say?

In the future, Miao Miao will probably be the greatest demon king in history, right?

At this moment, Burning Mozun was also full of emotion in his heart.

This young master is too simple!

He has heard too many rumors about this young master in the mahjong parlor these days.

Almost all the young demons in Wangcheng were beaten by her! Only more ruthless, not the most ruthless kind of hammer.

but! ! !

None of these demons hate her, but all of them love her very much! They all like to lean in front of her, and they are very happy to have a word with her.

It's...unbelievable.

That is why ah?

Burning Mozun couldn't figure it out.