The demonic cultivators who had been bullied were even more terrified.

Jia Xitong stood below, hands on her hips, chuckling to herself as she played her prank.

Watching her portrayal of Shang Yanting from the sidelines: ...

"They're gone."

If the demonic cultivators really do appear, then they will have no time to waste.

"And what about these dwarfs?"

Looking at these demonic cultivators, Jia Xitong felt a pang of reluctance. "They're really interesting. I want to make soup out of them."

As she spoke, she smiled up at the top.

He revealed a row of white teeth.

It was as if he was saying, "Look how good my teeth are."

Looking at her, Shang Yanting suddenly had a bad feeling. It seemed that more than ten days had passed since Jia Xitong last took the Yuan Chu Tai Yi Dan.

"Shang Yanting, what are you standing there for?"

This title!

He was already on tenterhooks, but now he couldn't let go of his worries at all.

When Jia Xitong fell ill at this moment, Shang Yanting immediately felt a headache coming on. Giving her a pill at this time was definitely out of the question; he could only hope that the little raccoon princess would cooperate obediently for now.

"Shang Yanting, are you still standing there?"

Jia Xitong put her hands on her hips and kicked him with her embroidered bear shoes. "Weren't they just trying to scare you? Say a few harsh words and scare them back."

Don't they even know who Shang Yanting works for?

He can only bully himself.

"...The four pieces of meat are too moist, so hang them here to dry first."

Shang Yanting then followed her lead, saying, "The meat of these dwarves looks tough. If we smoke and dry it with fruitwood charcoal and make it into cured meat, it will taste better."

Such a meticulous approach.

The more timid dwarves, overwhelmed by their anger, fainted.

"Alright, let's go."

In a hurry, Shang Yanting grabbed Jia Xitong with one hand and Wan Zhi with the other, leaving the tent and spirit stones behind and departing immediately.

Not long after they left, Moldo arrived with the remaining three dwarfs.

Knowing they were no match for Shang Yanting, they stopped at a distance, not daring to approach rashly. After waiting for a long time and finding no one moving in the camp, Moldo released the two crows on his shoulder.

The crows circled in the sky before swooping into the tent.

The four dwarfs hanging from the tree recognized the crows and shouted at them, "Lord Moldo, come and save us!"

"Lord Moldo, those two have already left."

Two quick swishes.

The ropes suspending the four people were cut cleanly, and the four people fell to the ground headfirst.

"Where did they go?" Moldo rushed over and asked.

"They took Wanzhi with them, probably to the place we're going."

The dwarf did a rare deduction.

"Oh no!"

Moldo frowned upon hearing the dwarf's words.

Lord Myodo's plan!

He originally wanted to reprimand the seven servants of Jumang, but now he only wanted to catch up with the two and stop them from taking Lord Mudo's things first.

Which direction did they eventually go?

The dwarfs who had just been hanging all pointed in the same direction.

"Grab your things and come with me!"

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A narrow escape from death

Deep down, the four dwarfs were unwilling to continue chasing those two terrifying monks.

The seven servants of Dwarf Mang were usually stupid, obsequious, and constantly fighting amongst themselves, but today they were unusually quiet. Especially the four who had just been rescued; they walked at the very back of the group and didn't fawn over Moldo.

Seeing the four of them acting strangely, the other three dwarfs, who weren't exactly on good terms to begin with, looked at each other nervously. Finally, Julius Er walked over to Zhu Da and asked, "What's wrong with you guys?"

The eldest dwarf looked worried and sighed deeply as he looked at the second dwarf.

What happened to you after you were captured?

Seeing his expression, Zhu Er became even more uneasy. "Were those two demonic cultivators very vicious?"

"They're not just brutal, they're devils!"

"That's what Zhu Yi replied."

Mentioning Jia Xitong and Shang Yanting filled them with fear. "They're not orthodox demonic cultivators; these two are heretical and extremely evil martial arts practitioners!"

"Martial arts cultivation is heretical and unorthodox?" This adjective left Zhu Er completely bewildered.

Zhu Si was listening nearby, "Martial arts practitioner?! We actually saw a living martial arts practitioner in our lifetime!"

No wonder they were so despicable.

He ate two large scoops of milk from Lord Moldo.

"They are not just despicable, they are absolutely terrifying!"

Zhu Yi finally spoke of his previous experience: "Those martial arts cultivators actually feed on demonic cultivators!"

"They like to skin us demonic cultivators, marinate us, and then smoke us with fruitwood to make cured meat before eating us!"

"We were almost eaten just now, it was terrifying."

"Now I finally understand that the first ancestral precept of demonic cultivators on the mainland is not to cross this ocean that spans two continents at will."

"Ever since I met those two martial arts practitioners, I no longer expect to leave this place safely. I only hope that when I'm made into smoked bacon, I can leave a piece from their mouths."

Let that piece of cured pork, which represents me, travel across the ocean and return to my homeland, to be buried in the chaotic graveyard where I was born.

The four dwarfs talked back and forth, and the atmosphere went from calm to fear, and then from fear to misery.

The other three dwarfs were stunned by what they heard, and even felt considerable pressure about the future.

"Oh my god, I thought I had picked up a cushy job."

"I'll only earn five low-grade magic crystals on this trip, but it will cost me my life."

"Heavens!"

"Your Majesty the Demon God is above."

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