After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus.

"How many intelligent birds are there in the entire Ning'an?"

"Goo-ga! Sage! There are tens of thousands of us like us, but they all have their own things to do. I wonder if they'd be willing to come and help..."

The crow twisted its neck in a puzzled way. As the most brilliant mind in the bird world, it had no idea how Zhang Chen was going to rally the flock.

"Simple."

Zhang Chen looked at the pigeon not far away, which had a plastic bottle in its beak. "Give me that bottle."

"Hehe, fairy, I'm going to pick up this bottle to sell for money. It's worth two cents a bottle." The pigeon reluctantly picked up the bottle.

"I'll give you a bag of fries after it's all done."

"really?"

"KFC."

"Then I don't want any." The pigeon shook its head. "I only eat McDonald's fries."

"She's quite a picky eater."

Zhang Chen smiled and poured yang energy into the plastic bottle, which quickly swelled up.

After mastering the use of [Self-Control], even the yang energy that leaves his body will not shoot out randomly. In the eyes of the monster, it is just a fragrant white gas.

It's very attractive, but I can't tell what it is.

"I will give you a lot of these bottles," Zhang Chen said. "This is like a reward for them, and no monster can refuse it."

"Caw, but we can't find that many all at once," the crow said, distressed.

"All you need to do is find a few respected birds, spread the word, and let those birds mentor the new ones. The new birds will help you cut a hole, and once you've cut enough holes, you can claim the grand prize."

"Gah? What does 'cut once' mean?"

"It's okay, you don't need to understand. This is the most evil form of communication science."

"Goo-ga! We'll get right on it!"

"Remember to collect as many bottles as possible."

After a short while, having distributed enough yang energy, the flock of birds landed Zhang Chen on the ground, which was the way back to the matchmaking agency.

Those yang energies are thin and scarce, so they don't need to cause any sensation, but they are a great tonic for monsters, roughly equivalent to ginseng for humans.

Zhang Chen had already figured it out and was preparing to return to the matchmaking agency to recruit rats for labor when he heard a group of rats making a lot of noise in the yard, doing something quite unusual.

"Squeak! Now that the immortal is gone! And the fox is nowhere to be found! Congratulations, Boss Rat, you can now become emperor!"

"Restore the imperial system? Absolutely not! Second brother, what merit do I possess? Will this dragon robe magically appear on my body?"

Zhang Chen watched from the doorway as a group of rats painted themselves in various colors with crayons. They surrounded the fat rat in the middle and draped it in a tattered yellow plastic bag with the words "Iced Tea" printed on it.

The mice chanted "Long live the Rat Leader! Long live the Rat Leader!" and dressed him in a yellow robe. The Rat Leader waved his hands repeatedly, but his expression was quite smug.

"Squeak... Oh no! No, no!" The eldest mouse pretended to remove the iced tea, "Now I can't be emperor."

"Squeak! Boss, the dragon robe is just a symbol! Even if you don't wear it, you're still the Rat Emperor!"

"Squeak, don't think I don't know," the leader of the rats sighed in frustration. "Nine out of ten rats outside only recognize this dragon robe!"

"Squeak..."

"Squeak, fine, since it's what the rats want, I'll reluctantly take the throne. This courtyard will be our court from now on! Second brother, you'll be the Censor-in-Chief! Third brother, you'll be the Regent, and fourth brother, you..."

The fat mouse even ran up to the calico cat and pointed, "calico, I, the mouse, appoint you as Marshal Calico, to guard the frontier alongside General Golden Fur!"

The calico cat rolled its eyes, while the golden retriever lay on the ground resting, seemingly unconcerned.

The mice even divided up the carp in the fishpond, and if Xu Mianmian hadn't been at school, she probably would have been given the title of princess as well.

Zhang Chen walked into the courtyard without saying a word, coldly watching them cause trouble.

"Squeak? Who are you? Since you're standing at the door, I'll assign you the job of a gatekeeper..." The fat rat hadn't even gotten out of character yet, and was already pointing and gesturing at Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen kicked it into the fishpond.

"Squeak! Your Majesty! His Majesty has passed away!"

"Squeak, squeak! Revolt! Revolt!"

The rats ran around in a panic in the yard. Zhang Chen had to control the yang energy in their bodies before they collapsed to the ground with a thud, squeaking.

"Meow~" The calico cat came over on its gait and rubbed against his trouser leg.

"How long have these symptoms lasted?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Meow~ It started yesterday." The calico cat said helplessly, "They beat up all the rats in Ning'an and think they've unified the world."

"..."

"I guess it's from watching period dramas with Tu Shan Han Su. That fox never turns off the TV, and these rats picked it up." Zhang Chen said, both amused and exasperated.

"But their strong organization makes them quite convenient."

Zhang Chen stopped controlling the rats, and they obediently came to him and lined up in front of him. The whole yard was filled with them, which was quite a sight.

The carp also lifted the eldest rat back to the ground. The fat rat, still wet, stood first and covered Zhang Chen's shoes with its iced tea jacket.

"Squeak! Immortal! You can support yourself now!"

Zhang Chen was too lazy to waste words with them and directly announced the order to conscript rats. All the rats would have to perform corvée labor tonight and go with him to the school to repair the Great Wall.

Having just committed a misdeed, the mice looked at each other, none of them daring to resist.

They followed the calico cat from the grove in the backyard to the school, beginning their 1.5-kilometer mouse march.

The yard was much quieter now, with only the little golden retriever left to guard the house.

Zhang Chen sent a message to Li Yinuo, hoping she could have Ye Zhi come to the set for filming that evening.

With the efficiency of these rat demons, building a latrine in one or two hours is no joke. They even have extra time to do other decorations. Some of the rat demons are also literate and have studied civil engineering.

This is the difference between a demon who lives in the world and one who doesn't. A peach tree spirit who doesn't live in the world is still like a child even when he's over a hundred years old, while a rat demon who lives in the world has remarkable intelligence even when he's only a few years old.

Conversely, the lifespan of these rat demons will also be greatly reduced.

Is it better to live a vibrant but fleeting life in the human world, or to be a carefree old monster in the deep mountains and forests?

Lin Yinmeng chose to live a painful, half-dead existence in the human world.

Looking at it now, it would be very difficult, even impossible, to fulfill all of Lin Yinmeng's long-cherished wishes in a short period of time. Perhaps Lin Yinmeng herself doesn't even know how many regrets she has left behind over the past thousand years.

Zhang Chen has an even more extreme approach, still inspired by the very concept of death.

Death and reproduction have always been relative concepts.

Zhang Chen probably understood why Lin Yinmeng broke down last night; it was because she probably realized that her body couldn't lay eggs.

Therefore, as long as Lin Yinmeng realizes once again that she can still leave offspring, all of that little foolish bird's dying wishes will be completely condensed into...

They want to mate.

My only wish is to quickly leave behind descendants.

That makes things much easier.

After you've stepped on my back, we can share the same lifespan, right...?

It was a bit too subtle, but Zhang Chen was forced into it.

The reality is that Lin Yinmeng really can't stand the idea of ​​giving him a back massage. According to Tu Shan Hansu's description, he's like a stud who's guaranteed to win the lottery, only forcing the little bird to work until it dies, leaving behind two lives.

What should we do?

"Woof woof~"

As Zhang Chen paced back and forth, utterly exasperated, the little golden retriever barked twice.

It means that there are uninvited guests.