Villain: Her Imagination Makes Me Invincible - Chapter 43 - The Twelve Demons of the Previous Generation

Demon Lord! A symbol of terror and evil! Killing and death are associated with him! In a magic country, a being was summoned. This being was the most demon lord unlike of all demon lords in history.

“Your majesty demon lord, please sign a document here. But please be careful not to put your hand at the wrong place.”

“Your majesty Ya Lin, human army are invading us but I will protect you with my life!”

“Hate you! Don’t come closer! You are a real pervert demon! I hate such demon the most!”

O God, what is this? I just wish to be an ordinary person with carefree life and stuffed with food till death. Why I am the one who will become the future husband of the demon princess, the future demon lord? And also completing a near impossible task ——-resurrecting my mother-in-law? Luckily becoming a demon does have its own benefits, granting each demon ability to cultivate skills.

However, what type of circumstances are this, mission going to other worlds and conquer them?

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A poor boy whose parents died accidentally found a mysterious space and set foot on the avenue of cultivating immortals. From then on, he planted spiritual herbs, refined elixir, opened shops, trained troops, and established a fairyland…

This article is about cultivating immortals and farming, not for mortals, not for stallions.

In the next life time, he would absolutely not become an author.
He would once again be cursed to the danger of crossing over into a book.
During the time when he broke free of his shell, what he first saw was just the handsome, handsome male lead that he had written.
During the time when the male lead was pinching the small soft flesh of his neck, it was also his first time hearing the male lead’s voice.
“Return goods,” the male lead said in this way toward the vendor stall’s owner.
Pei Bufan: “…… meow?”

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Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.