A small group of demons were defeated by Qin Feng and Qing Ya almost instantly.
The guys below who had originally chosen to surrender all looked at them in mid-air with wide eyes, with slightly complicated expressions on their faces.
The beautiful inspector felt happy and said to Qin Feng: "You see, they are all worshiping us. It is indeed a very satisfying thing to save people in danger."
"I don't think so." He looked deeper and experienced more things. He always felt that the expressions of the people below were too complicated, and they should be more than just admiration.
"Tch, look at me." The beauty spoke a fluent foreign language and said loudly: "Everyone, you don't have to worry about anything anymore. The demons were defeated by us. Facts have proved that they are not invincible. Don't thank us. This is
What we should do..."
"Shut up." The old man who was in charge of negotiating with the demons stopped her and said sternly: "Chinese people, if you do this, will we still have a way to survive?"
Qingya's eyes widened: "Ah, what do you mean?"
The old man pointed at her and said: "Finally the demons accepted our surrender. Although we have to be enslaved by them, at least we can save our lives. If you kill them, they will definitely spread their anger on us. We still have
Any chance of surviving?"
Another old man said: "That's right, after you finish killing people, you can pat your butt and leave. What about us?"
Immediately, another shrew-like old woman spoke up: "Chinese people, you did it on purpose, right? Have you considered our feelings before taking action? It's okay now. None of us can survive. This is all your fault."
Two people caused this, so we can't let them go. When the demon tribe's reinforcements arrive, we can have an explanation with them."
"Yes, you can't leave. You must explain this matter clearly to the demons and say that it has nothing to do with us."
"When you took action just now, my relatives also died. How can we settle this account?"
Looking at the group of indignant faces, Qingya was dumbfounded. How could this happen? We saved you, okay? Just forget it if you don't thank us. You actually said such ugly words.
What does not allow to leave mean? It must be explained clearly to the demons. Do we need to explain to the demons?
Besides, even if we want to explain, will people listen?
Seeing her helpless look, Mr. Qin sighed and said, "You see, this is the ugly side of human nature. What is good intention like a donkey's liver and lungs, and what is a dog biting Lu Dongbin? These people have given the most detailed explanation."
Qing Ya said angrily: "Are they willing to be slaves to the demons instead of fighting for freedom?"
"They were frightened. Fear defeated other thoughts." Mr. Qin shook his head and said, "It's useless what you say to them. They would rather live like ants than die with their pride."
"Then what should we do?" she asked.
"Hey, do you really want to stay here and help them clarify everything with the demons?" He chuckled and threw a round object casually, which was a small nuclear missile.
The missile landed on the highest point of the ruins, and he said coldly: "Listen up, you all. There are two ways before you. First, detonate the bomb immediately. Everyone here will be killed within a second.
Lose your life without any pain; secondly, wait for the demons to appear, detonate the bomb and die with them."
Qingya tugged on his sleeve: "Which one will they choose?"
Qin Feng replied confidently: "They won't choose either one, they will choose the third way."
"Article 3." Qingya said she didn't understand.
"Just watch, you'll know right away." He said mysteriously, deliberately trying to make it a lie.
A group of people first shot them malicious looks, then sighed, and then they turned around in unison and left quickly.
The final result was that everyone left, some heading out of the city, some hiding in bunkers, and no one was left behind.
Qingya finally understood, looked at him and said, "This is the third option."
"That's right, they no longer have any thoughts of fighting, and their only thought is to survive." He took back the nuclear missile he had just thrown.
"Okay, I'm convinced."
…
Immortal Hu Mansion, the master of the palace, Chen Juhua, looked pleased. He stood on the attic and looked at the courtyard not far away.
In the yard, Chen Jie was concentrating on practicing how to use the Golden Rice Bowl. In front of him were six true immortals of different levels. One after another, spells came at him, but without exception, they were absorbed by the Golden Rice Bowl.
In many years, he had not seen his son work so hard, and the slight discomfort caused by losing the Lei Mingzhu disappeared immediately.
"Is this all you can do? Then double the attack intensity." Brother Taohua shouted unhappily.
The six true immortals were all servants of the Xianhu Mansion. They looked embarrassed. This was the third time that the young master asked to speed up the frequency. Before, they all had the idea of accompanying the prince to study, but as time went by, they realized that he was just joking. real.
No matter how we improve, everyone has already tried their best.
But if the young master has a request, he has to do it even if he grits his teeth. It doesn't matter if he offends the master of the palace in Xianhu Mansion. If he dares to make Chen Jie unhappy, he will really get his way.
Several guys looked at each other and released spells at the same time. The magic weapons hanging in the air glowed with colorful lights.
"Well done." Brother Taohua shouted happily. The golden rice bowl in front of him spun quickly and successfully swallowed up the incoming spell. He was not satisfied with this result. He frowned and thought, and the golden rice bowl instantly grew bigger and moved towards the six people. Smash it.
The six people were startled, and the one who reacted the fastest had already made a move to run away, but they were still a step too late, and they were caught by the golden rice bowl together with the magic weapon.
Brother Taohua is so happy. It turns out that the golden rice bowl has so many functions. If he had known it earlier, he wouldn't have lost so miserably against the general-level demons last time. Now it's better. I have someone to rely on, so who else should I be afraid of?
The master of the palace, Chen Juhua, clapped her hands and flew over, saying with a smile: "My dear boy, he is indeed my father's good son. Let me just tell you how could my old Chen's son be a waste."
"That's right, I used to just lead but not respond. I was a calm person and didn't want to show off." Brother Taohua said proudly.
The master of the palace added: "You are practicing so hard because you want to take revenge on someone. What exactly happened? The injury was so serious last time. I heard from people in the palace that it happened once before."
Chen Jie's old face turned red: "It's nothing. I can handle my own affairs myself, so don't worry about it. By the way, Chen Juhua, if you have any other treasures at home, lend them to me."
The palace master's face turned into a monkey's butt, and he said in a low voice: "In front of the servants, can you please stop calling me Chen Juhua."