◎The little kitten eats egg yolks ton by ton◎
After the card was activated, a rectangular screen appeared in mid-air.
The background of the screen is a warm picture of a cat purring, and square software are arranged on the screen.
This is more like the screen recording mode of a mobile phone than the web history.
Warren breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't even realize that he was relaxing. His fingertips tapped lightly on his knees, he leaned against the bed with a pillow in his arms, and continued to look at the card screen in front of him.
The software with a green chat box was opened, and the mobile phone user found the contact with a weird-looking panda avatar among the many contacts in the list, and asked whether he needed to sign in for the college students' mental health class that was about to begin.
"He's actually skipping classes," commented Warren, who was watching the fun. "If there's a demon in the Demon King's Palace who doesn't like to study, I'll definitely throw him into the lair of the Fire Serpent and make him reflect on himself."
[hehe. ]
The system sneered with an ambiguous tone.
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...
He seemed to want to complain about something else, but Warren's attention had already been attracted by the Moments feature of the green software. He stared with shining eyes at the various avatars on the screen sharing photos of their lives, daily studies or game screenshots, as well as the like buttons and numerous comments below.
"This function can be added to the demons' mobile phones. It can not only enhance the relationship between the demons, but also allow all kinds of intelligence or information to be delivered to everyone in the first place," he pulled the notebook beside the bed. He was so excited that he didn't even look for an ink pen. Instead, he used the dark power to condense a pen and wrote frantically on the notebook, using the magic power as ink. "You can add a link array and a storage array to achieve this function..."
While recording, he continued to look at the card screen and saw the user of the phone swipe for a while, then exit the software, click on the small pink TV next to it, swipe through the many videos, then click on a video of repairing a horseshoe, select landscape mode, and play it.
The card screen is also considerately changed to horizontal screen.
Warren paused in his writing, eyes wide open in disbelief, totally unable to understand: "Trimming horseshoes? Isn't this just trimming a horse's nails? What's so interesting about it?"
As a great devil who owns hundreds of hell horses, he expressed his full disgust at this - and then watched the entire video attentively, not even missing the barrage of comments that kept floating across the top of the video.
Having known this result, the system didn't even bother to interrupt. The card screen turned back to vertical, and many videos flicked by. Warren keenly noticed that one of the videos was called "Learn to Make Soap from Scratch". Just as he was regretting that he couldn't see what soap was, the user of the phone had already clicked on the next video.
The content of this video is a kitten eating egg yolk.
Warren: “…”
I know this kind of video is meaningless and boring, but I can't take my eyes off it for some reason!
In the following time, he had a wooden face and followed the mysterious mobile phone user to silently watch the live broadcasts of kidnapping stray cats, refrigerator storage, playing with slime, hamster feeding and dog grooming.
It was not until the video of bathing the groundhog was halfway through that a message box popped up above the video. It was a message from the contact with the weird-faced panda avatar.
"Come quickly!!! The teacher called our name!!!"
"I told the teacher that you went to the bathroom. Hurry to the classroom within five minutes!"
The phone screen suddenly went black.
Obviously, mobile phone users who attempt to skip class will have to run a thousand meters in a hurry.
The image dissipated, turned into dots of fluorescence, and merged into the pure white card. Warren stroked his fingertips, not being able to see the groundhog being washed clean, and pursed his lips a little depressed, and asked curiously: "Did he finally catch up to sign in?"
[Unfortunately, I was caught and had five points deducted from my normal score.]
The system's tone was somewhat nostalgic. After a pause, he added another sentence.
[But I didn’t fail the course in the end.]
"Failed the exam?" Warren raised his eyebrows and sat up a little straighter. "What does this mean?"
[If you fail the exam, you need to retake it for another year.]
The system explained.
"This system can be considered for use in schools," Warren nodded thoughtfully and continued to take notes. "Some cubs' academic performance is too poor. They should relearn it and can't just muddle through. Otherwise, they will be even more unable to keep up with the lectures."
The system insincerely mourned for the demon cub in its heart for one second, closed all system pop-ups, and retracted into the Demon King's crown.
Although there was still one chance to draw a card, Warren was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. He decisively decided to wait until later, lay back in bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
On the other side, dozens of dragons were gathering together stealthily, talking in low voices in the middle of the night when no demon soldiers could notice them.
They were arranged by the logistics team in a hotel not far from the Demon King's Palace. Each dragon had a room with a bed, a table and chairs. The hall in the middle was covered with a goose yellow blanket, and two sofas were placed around a low table with a few small pillows on it.
From the current perspective of the demons in the Demon Realm, this place, apart from its good location, can only be considered barely habitable in terms of room size and supporting facilities. For the dragon clan who are accustomed to luxury and dissipation, it also does not meet their ideal living standards.
"Although the bed is soft and the table is convenient for writing, this place is too narrow!" A blue dragon complained angrily, "Forget about returning to my original form. If I grow a little bigger, I can collapse this hotel!"
Feroth Katha slumped in the middle of the sofa and complained bluntly: "You can't grow bigger at all - the Demon King has fixed our form to what it is now."
The blue dragon gnashed his teeth and paused for a moment, but he couldn't help but confront the former Dragon King directly: "So you were so scared that you even gave away the Dragon King's Crown? If the Dragon King's Crown is still there-"
"If the Dragon King's crown was still there, would you dare to fight the Demon King?" asked Ferothkatha softly.
The blue dragon slammed the table in anger and embarrassment.
Things are different now. Their strength has been sealed by the Demon King and is only one tenth of what it was before. They are also restricted by the rules of the Demon Realm. The Blue Dragon no longer has to worry that Feroskateha will beat him up without any explanation like before, and he has more confidence to glare at him.
"We finally have time to talk, so let's not quarrel over this kind of thing," Xuanlong, who was sitting next to him, laughed dryly and tried to smooth things over. "The Demon King wants to see us tomorrow. I think everyone knows what this means."
The red dragon sitting on the edge of the sofa choked and tears flowed down: "Yes, the devil is going to kill us."
"That's right—eh?" Xuanlong choked and turned to look at Honglong in frustration, "No, it's the Demon King who wants to transform us into demons!"
The red dragon wiped his tears and said, "How could the Demon King transform us into demons? This morning I heard a nightmare demon chatting with the goblin Barlow. Now many orcs hope to join the Demon Realm. The demons require them to pass math and magic exams before they can participate in the selection interview to become demons. It's very difficult!"
The blue dragon was so shocked that he raised his upper body, his eyes widened: "Orcs are vying to join the Demon Realm, how is this possible-"
When he said this, he happened to meet the looks of the dragons looking at him as if he was a fool. He couldn't help but be stuck. Thinking about the appearance of the royal city he had seen in the past few days, he felt that it was quite understandable that the orcs wanted to join the demon clan.
Another dragon added, "When I was cleaning today, I heard from the demons in the bookstore that the orcs have already purchased more than 3,000 textbooks, and many of them only bought one copy for the entire tribe, so the actual number of orcs taking the exam must be even greater than this."
"That doesn't prove that the Demon King wants to kill us," Xuanlong was still unwilling to give in and argued, "We are the dragon clan after all. We are powerful and full of magic power. We are much more useful than the orcs."
“Full magic power means more dark energy will be consumed when we fall into the devil,” the red dragon cried, feeling very pessimistic about the fate of the dragon race. “I remember when the Dark Night Dragon fell into the devil ten thousand years ago, he absorbed all the dark energy that infected the entire God Realm, so the God King could free up his hands to set traps specifically for the Demon God… If so many of us dragons fall into the devil at the same time, I’m afraid the dark energy of the entire Demon Realm will be wiped out. How could the Demon King do that!”
Xuanlong swallowed nervously: "But the dragon race is very powerful and can bring more benefits to the Demon Realm--"
"What can we bring to the demons?" This time, before Xuanlong finished speaking, the blue dragon sharply retorted, "The wealth of the dragons is already in the hands of the Demon King. We can't even understand the work of the Demon Realm, such as making pottery, building houses, or magic circles. We don't even need to make the Demon King's mount. The Demon King already has the Dark Night Dragon!"
"Then why did the Demon King let us learn instead of just killing us?" Xuanlong took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "Don't think so. Maybe there is a chance for a turnaround."
"The Demon King must want to see our potential," the red dragon cried even louder, "but I can't even count to fifty yet. The Demon King will definitely give me up as a useless dragon!"
Xuanlong was speechless. He was convinced by the red dragon's logic, but he still felt something was wrong. He looked to the Dragon King for help.
Ferothkatha sighed dejectedly: "No wonder the Demon King did not accept the Dragon King's crown. He had no intention of keeping the dragon clan."
They, the dragon clan, had neither the skills to cook nor make pottery or other tools, nor could they cast forging spells or set up high-end magic arrays. Walking in the Demon Realm King's City, they were dazzled by all kinds of new things, but they couldn't even analyze how these things were made. The only strength they were proud of was completely crushed by the Demon King.
A group of dragons huddled on the sofa listlessly, as if they had all accepted their impending fate of death. Xuanlong finally panicked.
"Then what should we do?" He covered his head, full of fear. "Will there be any hope if we plead with the Demon King? We can re-sign the contract and extend the time we work for the Demon Realm for free to a thousand years!"
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