Big Boss Spoiled By Everyone

His men heard someone talking in the cabin the other day, but when they pushed the door open, they only found a woman's body.    

    

Ye Mo Han heard the news and rushed over, picking up the sensing necklace by the bed.    

    

Xiao Mian had been there before, and he had taken the Snow Clan's Holy Daughter with him.    

    

She had disappeared into thin air!    

    

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find her.    

    

He remembered the secrets of the Snow Clan.    

    

He didn't know if Xiao Mian was...    

    

At that moment, another subordinate came to report.    

    

"Lord Night Emperor, another roast chicken was lost in the kitchen. There might really be a thief in the base station!"    

    

Ye Mohan's expression was slightly startled. He put away the sensing necklace and strode out with his long legs.    

    

His entire body exuded the imposing aura of a king, and his voice was as cold as ice.    

    

"Bring me to take a look!"    

    

His subordinate immediately led the way.    

    

The kitchen maid was still loudly complaining.    

    

"I was absolutely right this time! I placed that roast chicken here for the Night Emperor! But I went to fetch some water and it disappeared! There must be a thief. I didn't lie. There must be a thief in the base station!"    

    

Someone reminded the kitchen maid that the Night Emperor had come. Only then did she stop complaining and hurriedly stood to the side.    

    

Ye Mo Han indifferently swept his gaze across the empty rack where the chicken was hung. His deep eyes were unfathomable.    

    

No one could understand what the Night Emperor was thinking, but at this moment, no one in the audience dared to disturb him.    

    

Suddenly, Ye Mo Han spoke. His voice was ice-cold, causing one's heart to tremble.    

    

"Send ten roasted chickens to my residence. You are not allowed to leave one in the kitchen!"    

    

If his guess was correct, there would be fewer roast chickens by then.    

    

Ye Mo Han was gambling.    

    

At night, ten roast chickens were sent to Ye Mo Han's residence.    

    

Ye Mo Han crossed his legs and sat on the sofa. On the long table in front of him, ten roast chickens were lying in a row.    

    

His gaze was deep as he stared at them, not giving in an inch.    

    

His fingers rhythmically tapped on the table, and beside his hand was a glass of red wine.    

    

From time to time, he would elegantly pick up the red wine and take a sip.    

    

He was waiting for a bizarre thing to happen.    

    

The Snow Clan was a tribe that Ye Mo had once been curious about.    

    

Because of his curiosity, he had read many ancient books of the Snow Clan.    

    

The world was huge, and there were all kinds of strange things.    

    

The Snow Clan was the most mysterious clan among all the other clans. They were the most mysterious and peaceful clan.    

    

According to legends, the Snow Clan was the only holy pulse that had been passed down since ancient times.    

    

They knew strange techniques, and they were called magic.    

    

However, they couldn't harm people, and they couldn't make money. If they did, they would suffer from the consequences.    

    

The Snow Clan had suffered a great disaster. It must have been the Snow Clan who had gone to the outside world. They had used strange techniques to steal money, and they had suffered from the backlash.    

    

They couldn't use science to explain their skills, and they couldn't threaten society and the world. So after Ye Mo Han learned about it, he didn't pay attention to the Snow Clan.    

    

However, he knew that teleporting people to a corner was the most powerful skill of the Snow Clan.    

    

However, he had already searched the Snow Clan, but he hadn't found Xiao Mian.    

    

Someone must have teleported them even further away.    

    

That person must have paid with his life to teleport them to a place he couldn't even imagine.    

    

That was why his subordinates had heard the sound, but when they ran into the cabin, they only saw the corpse of a woman from the Snow Clan.    

    

The Snow Clan's Holy Daughter had to go hungry with Xiao Mian.    

    

Hunger stimulated the Holy Daughter's potential.    

    

The Holy Daughter was the most talented person in the Snow Clan, so it was easy for her potential to be stimulated.    

    

When she was hungry, she could turn into a roasted chicken and eat it. That was easy.    

    

Just as Ye Mo was clearing these things, the roasted chicken in front of him suddenly disappeared in front of him.    

    

Not only did he not feel that it was terrifying, his thin lips even slowly curled up. His ink-black eyes were deep and bottomless for a moment.