But he didn't take them seriously, but Yi Xiaorou couldn't help but take them seriously. He knew that, and he naturally grasped her weaknesses.

"Taking things without the owner's consent and destroying them at will, Demon Lord, this kind of behavior is disgusting." She pursed her lips and said coldly. What she hates most is when things that belong to her are ignored.

Taking away without permission is allowed.

If she hadn't just fallen down the mountain three times due to the large piles of rocks and the steep mountain road, and had to climb up three times while carrying rocks weighing hundreds of kilograms, and now her physical strength was really weak, she would have run to get the things early in the morning.

Already.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his dark eyes reflected the shadows of the fallen leaves, becoming increasingly deep and bottomless. His crimson lips raised slightly, "Are you human?"

"..." Well, she couldn't convince him, but, "Demon Lord, please return those talismans to me." She didn't intend to beat around the bush with him at all, because she knew that this would only waste time, so it was better to say it directly.

Not bad.

He raised his eyebrows, twisted a piece of talisman paper in the bag beside him with two fingers, and waved it left and right, "Hmm, whether they are demons or humans, they all have one thing in common."

He paused and said, "No matter what you do, you need to pay attention to a motivation. I see that you care so much about this talisman paper. Although it is just like waste paper to me, I think it is actually of some use." He said.

As soon as he landed, two demons with still empty figures appeared in front of him from nowhere.

Glancing sideways at Yi Xiaorou, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "Well, today's training targets are undoubtedly them." He paused when he said this, and his interesting eyes fell on Yi Xiaorou, "

Naturally, I’ll place a bet today. If you beat them, the talisman paper will be returned to you. If you lose, I will deal with these wastes, huh?"

"..." Does she have the right to object? The answer is of course yes, but most of the talismans are divided into high and low levels, and Zi Yuchen is honest and simple by nature, and has the sincerity to apologize.

Even if not all the talismans given to Yi Xiaorou are high-level, they are almost all around the mid-level or above. The preciousness of the talisman is obvious to all. You know, a high-level talisman can be worth a day.

Although a talisman paper can only be used once, it is a rare item. Any one of them is almost worth a thousand pieces of gold. It is so ruined. How can one describe how distressed it is?

Got it.

It's just that yesterday she couldn't defeat even one, let alone two, so she could only watch her extremely precious talisman being burned one by one by this guy without taking any action.

Because she was almost paralyzed from exhaustion at that time. However, she could clearly see that there seemed to be a bit of relaxed and self-satisfied joy on the face of a certain monster. It felt... as if he had been planning it for a long time.

.

However, why did he have the idea of ​​​​her talisman? Come to think of it, he didn't even bother with it.

One or two days of training ended here, and Yi Xiaorou's training became more and more difficult every day. The weight of the stones on her back doubled every other day.

For example, the weight is one hundred pounds on the first day, two hundred on the second day, and four hundred on the third day. And the obstacles on the training road... also change every day. Today may be a group of people moving forward.

A flock of sheep may turn into a swarm of ferocious beasts tomorrow.

And the actual combat training subjects after the daily mountain climbing training are mostly demons with low levels such as demons. Although the level is not too high, their strength cannot be said at all. What they face today may be close combat.

Master, the person you meet tomorrow may turn into a reading practitioner who is profoundly accomplished in spiritual power. There is nothing to say about his tricks. Anyway, Yi Xiaorou will not have time to relax. And time, like this, is slowly passing by every day.

Passed by in training.

Let's talk about Alang...

They were also training, and although the training was not as difficult as Yi Xiaorou... there were many tricks, but the difficulty was not small. At first, because of Nalan Mufeng, they didn't say anything, and just insisted on doing it every day.

They carried a mountain climbing training of 50 kilometers a day with a weight of 300 kilograms on both shoulders. After the mountain climbing training, they still had the same special monsters as Yi Xiaorou to use in the battle. However, they were not Yi Xiaorou, so naturally they were not so lucky to be defeated by them.

After a few days, the original team of more than fifty heretics has been reduced to only a dozen heretics, except Alang, who are still persisting. However, no matter how strong-willed the heretics are, there will still be some who cannot persist.

While staying.

"Huhu, I, I don't want to play anymore, I quit. Even if you beat me to death, I don't want to continue this kind of inhuman training. This is not training at all. It is clearly torture," the team that was still going up the mountain

Stopping suddenly, they looked at their accomplice who was sitting on the ground and was obviously cheating. In fact, they knew in their hearts that his hard training was simply hellish torture for heretics like them, who had always been waiting to die.

If the demon who trained them had not brutally killed one of their companions who did not agree to the training in front of them, they would have been so cowardly and fearful of death that they would not have wanted to train.

Now they couldn't explain how they felt about their accomplice who was obviously unable to support him. "Hey, stop talking, get up quickly, or you will die," a well-meaning heretic reminded.

The panting heretic sitting on the ground immediately shook his head in denial, "I don't want it. Training is also death. Not training is also death. At worst, I will die happily."

"Alas" one of the heretics sighed.

"Play? Die?" Suddenly, a warm and gentle voice broke in from the heretic group. It was clearly as warm and gentle as spring, but it also felt as cold as cold snow. "Ha!"
Chapter completed!