Six-Year-Old Junior Uncle, the Demon Lord Pays My Rent

Six-year-old Zhou Yu squats by the sea washing muddy hands, behind him are three hundred elders each missing an arm. Three days ago, the ten righteous sects besieged Demon Lord Mo Yan, and the battle collapsed half the sky. The ten sects won, but their own sects were all destroyed. The ancestral tablets were buried in the crater, and the supplies burned inside the mountain gate's inner hall. The Jiuhua Sect leader, wiping blood, knelt before a broken stone tablet and said, "Ancestors above, your disciples have no face to return." Zhou Yu said, "I'm hungry." Then he pushed open a door in the rubble. Inside the door was a courtyard, and the ancient cave dwelling of the three realms recognized him as its master. So that night, the Demon Lord sealed underground for three thousand years heard someone cracking walnuts above his head. Mo Yan said hoarsely, "This seat has been sealed here for three thousand years, and no one has ever paid me rent." Zhou Yu said, "You're sealed, and you still want rent?" Mo Yan said, "If I don't pay, what can you do to me?" Zhou Yu thought for a moment, tucked a pen behind his ear, and said, "Then owe it for now." The next day, he carried three glowing stones and built a stove right above Mo Yan's head. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Six-Year-Old Junior Uncle, the Demon Lord Pays My Rent — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠