Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 74 The Blood and Tears of the Old Predecessors
"You have all come from afar, and I am unable to greet you. Please forgive me for not being able to do so."

"It's okay. We are all old and we never thought we would be able to go deep into the Hundred Thousand Mountains one day, and we never thought we would be able to see the true form of the Demon Lord."

The two sides had a very pleasant conversation.

Jiang Chen didn't ask them how they came, and they didn't dare to mention when they would go back.

"Everyone."

After a pause, seeing that these old men didn't mention going back, Jiang Chen finally couldn't help but get straight to the point.

"We sincerely welcome all of you to visit the Shiwandashan Mountains, but humans and demons are different. When do you plan to return?"

"Uh"

As soon as Jiang Chen said this, these old men who were over a thousand years old stared at each other in amazement.

Everyone looked at each other.

In the end, the fat Taoist priest stood up under the instigation of others.

"Master Demon Lord wants to order us to leave, right?"

"Hmm? Don't you want to leave?"

"Alas, I joined the Alchemy Sect at the age of ten, and became a third-rank alchemist before I was a hundred. Then I traveled the continent for over a thousand years, and after going through countless hardships, I finally reached the pinnacle of alchemy, the ninth rank!"

"So he returned to the sect and became the Grand Elder of the Alchemy Sect, second only to the emperor. He worked tirelessly for half his life, just to give the sect a chance to advance further."

"However, things don't always go as planned."

"Stop!"

Jiang Chen interrupted the fat Taoist priest's chatter with a dark face.

"What the hell is this? I don't understand a word you said. Speak human language!"

"cough!"

The fat Taoist blushed and spoke cautiously.

"Master Demon Lord, I have toiled for most of my life. Can't I just relax in your Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

"what?"

Jiang Chen was puzzled.

"You are not in the right position as the Great Elder, and you are imprisoned in the Hundred Thousand Mountains? May I ask why I trust you?"

"Don't worry, Master Demon Lord. We won't be waiting for nothing! We'll give you the facilities of the cigarette factory! From now on, we'll buy cigarettes and milk tea from you at market price. Is that okay?"

"Well, if that doesn't work, we can pay the rent and give you a thousand spirit stones a day. Just please don't kick us out?"

A group of old men looked at Jiang Chen pitifully and spoke up one after another, expressing their willingness to pay to be kidnapped.

They were afraid that the demon lord would forcibly drive them away.

In other sects, even in holy places, as a top alchemist, he would be a guest of honor.

But the demon race is different.

The strength of the demon race grows naturally with age, and the booger-like elixirs of the human race have little effect on the huge bodies of the demon race.

Not to mention the weapons made by the Weapon Refining Sect, the bodies of the demons are their best weapons.

Moreover, given the Demon Lord's notorious reputation, they would not dare to act rogue if they were driven away.

Wang Defa?
Jiang Chen's cerebellum has atrophied, but these old men don't want to leave?

【Spending money to be kidnapped】

Listen, what a niche word.

Only then did he notice the pile of cigarette butts on the table and the smoke curling in the room.

It seems like these old guys smoke a lot?

Oh.

And milk tea.

The empty cups were neatly stacked in a corner not far away, waiting for Xiao Yao to come and take them away. It looked like there were hundreds of cups.

Drinking milk tea and smoking, don’t you envy the mandarin ducks and the immortals?
and many more?

Alchemy Sect?
Weapon Refining Sect?
It seems that these sects are all in Bailian Domain, right?

The mobile phones over there haven't been fully deployed yet.

It seems that the Bailian Holy Land is obstructing Huang Wansan's promotion work, which has not been going smoothly.
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Why are the sleeves of some of them flashing?

Jiang Chen stepped forward and, in the other person's horrified eyes, pulled out the big hand that was hidden in his sleeve.

Running every day?!
Is he playing Tiantian Xuanpao? !

"Master Demon Lord, please, we can talk about it later. This is the Diamond Match I just started!"

The old man didn't care about anything else and just reached out to snatch the phone from Jiang Chen's hand.

Since it was discovered.

Then they might as well stop pretending!
Especially those who started the diamond match, they immediately canceled the pause and continued to gallop across the map.

Jiang Chen:.
so.

Are they addicted to their phones?

Shouldn't it?

According to Jiang Chen's understanding, although the Bailian Domain resists mobile phones, they have now begun to circulate slowly among the upper-level cultivators.

Given the status of these old men, there is no reason why they have never seen a mobile phone?

and many more!

The demon kings just said that these old men were abducted while they were in seclusion.

It's normal for these old guys to stay in seclusion for dozens or even hundreds of years, let alone a few months.

So this was really the first time they had ever seen a mobile phone!
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen smiled slightly and personally stepped forward to give a formation master a cigarette.

The latter raised his hand to indicate that he still had a cigarette in his hand, but he still took Jiang Chen's cigarette and skillfully put it between his ears.

"Everyone, do you really want to stay?"

"Of course!" "But words are not enough. How can I believe that you don't have ulterior motives?"

When they heard that there was hope of staying, these old men gave their reasons and started complaining.

"Master Demon Lord, you have no idea how hard our lives in the sect are!"

"Why are we in seclusion all this time? Because our talents have reached their limit and there is no hope of ascending to the immortal realm. There is a reason for our seclusion."

"Damn it! Those little bastards in the sect are so easy to talk without any hesitation. Every time I come out of seclusion, they clamor for me to open the furnace and refine ninth-grade elixirs for them!"

"Who says it's not? Every time I come out of seclusion, I ask for either immortal weapons or semi-immortal weapons. I think this kind of weapon is cabbage!"

"That's right. Old fellows like us always have to work for months at a time once we start the furnace."

"They know our talents have reached their peak and there's no hope of further advancement, so they treat us old bones like animals!"

"My sect's motto is: While you can still move, do as much as you can! Make more contributions to the sect! Leave more for future generations!"

"You guys are fine, I'm a formation setter. Setting up a top-level formation takes a lot of effort! Not only do I set up formations for my own sect, but they also send me out to other sects to set up formations for extra money!"

"You're talking as if we alchemists and weapon refiners only refine for our own families?"

"When we refine elixirs and weapons, not only does it take a lot of blood and sweat, it also consumes a lot of energy! It can shorten our lifespan by at least ten years!"

"How many years do we old guys have left to live? We just want to live a few more years. What's wrong with that?"

"To put it bluntly, we're not in seclusion at all, we're hiding from the sect's little devils who are trying to kill us!"

"Each time we hid for dozens or even hundreds of years, and these damn beastly sect leaders even thoughtfully arranged so-called 'protectors' for us."

"To put it nicely, it's to protect us, to prevent us from going astray during seclusion. To put it bluntly, it's to monitor us. If we make any noise, we'll be asked to leave and start the furnace!"

These old men looked more and more pitiful as they spoke. Many of them cried while they spoke, and frantically expressed their grievances.

Whenever you talk about sad things, do you have to take a long puff of cigarette and then take a sip of sweet milk tea?

This can help relieve worries and fatigue and regain happiness.

Jiang Chen and the other demon kings looked at them with extremely sympathetic eyes.

miserable.
That's horrible!
What top cattle and horses?
This is even more slavery than the Zambian slaves!

Capitalists would kneel down and learn from it when they see it!
People from northern Myanmar would feel ashamed of themselves!

What we mean is, these demon kings don’t exploit the little demons under them like this, right?

At least the Jade Rabbit King still pays the little rabbits who pound tea leaves and make milk tea below, and they also get to take vacations.

"No wonder the human race is more advanced than our demon race. It turns out that we achieved this by risking our lives."

"It's just that the method was too brutal. Anyway, a beast like me would never do such a brutal thing."

at last.

The old men's emotions gradually calmed down.

Expressed sincerely in words.

They don't ask for salaries, and they will unconditionally help the demon tribe build things like cigarette factories.

Just don't chase them away.

As for cigarettes and milk tea, it would be best to give them for free, but it doesn’t matter if they are not free, they can exchange them for alchemy and equipment.

Jiang Chen shook his head slightly in his heart, what a bunch of silly kids, no, silly old man.

In their minds, they probably put the price of cigarettes and milk tea on the same level as the best spiritual tea, right?

"Aren't you afraid that helping our demon race will result in being labeled a traitor to the human race?"

"traitor?"

Everyone looked puzzled.

"How could cigarettes and milk tea be harmful to us humans?"

"Ah."

Jiang Chen also nodded vigorously.

"Of course, these things are good things that benefit mankind. Well, you are all seniors, so the milk tea and cigarettes are naturally free. We will provide as much as you can, so please enjoy them freely."

After receiving the promise from the Demon Lord himself, the group of old guys immediately smiled happily.

"But I have a few small things I hope you can help me figure out?"

"Hahahaha! As long as we can stay, Demon Lord, just say whatever you want!"

"That's great! It's nothing, just..."

Jiang Chen informed his needs.

For example, a prop that can enlarge the mobile phone screen and reflect it on the wall.

For example, a speaker that can amplify the sound of a mobile phone.

For example, you can use headphones to reduce the volume of your phone to a level that only you can hear.

These old guys listened carefully, nodded from time to time, interrupted Jiang Chen from time to time, and asked for some specific details.

Jiang Chen looked at their thoughtful expressions and it seemed that they really had a trick?

"Come on, everyone, this is the sofa, let's sit down and chat."

sofa?

After sitting down, these old guys became even more devoted.

Compared with the treatment of the demon race, how miserable were their previous lives, hiding in the retreat room and not even daring to breathe?
In the end.

Jiang Chen gave instructions to the demon kings before going out.

"Wait, let these old men swear an oath to their inner demons, saying that if they betray our demon clan, their entire family will be killed. Otherwise, I won't be at ease. Don't say it was me who ordered them to do so."

The demon kings were awed.

The Demon Lord is really bad-mouthed!
These old men live such a miserable life, being exploited like blood slaves by the younger generations of the sect. They just feel sad.

I didn't expect that the Demon Lord would actually ask people to swear an oath to their inner demons?

ruthless!
Too cruel!
(End of this chapter)