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Of course, Ye Minxue alone could not burn the demon cultivator to death. In the end, the eldest senior brother took action to deal with the two of them, and they continued on their way. However, this time they did not walk slowly, but flew directly out of the town and entered the town.
The little yellow chicken was still angry at first, but after thinking about how he had killed that hateful guy, he felt a little better.
"So you have no friends among the evil cultivators, but have a lot of enemies?" Qian Gaozhuo was a good man. Seeing that the little yellow chicken was so angry, he decided to help him. Anyway, he also had to deal with that group of evil cultivators.
The little yellow chicken nodded. After all, he was a demon lord. It was not so easy for him to die, so there were more than just a few demon cultivators who betrayed him.
"Please write a list." Qian Gaozhuo thought for a while.
So when everyone was having lunch, the little yellow chicken took the paper bought by the eldest brother and tried hard to write with his claws dipped in ink.
The eldest brother didn't eat and just helped him grind ink.
"Your handwriting is so ugly." Fat Sanhua had been in the palace for such a long time and had seen countless calligraphy works. Although he could not read, he still had a little appreciation ability.
"Can you write good characters with your claws?" The little chicken cried angrily after writing a few names with cramped claws.
Fat Sanhua swallowed the last bite of meat in his mouth. He stretched out his paw and pressed hard on the ink ground by the senior brother. His paw pad was covered with ink. Before Ye Minxue could react, he pressed it on the rice paper that Ye Minxue had.
"Look, this plum blossom I drew is pretty, right?" Fat Sanhua nodded contentedly.
"Ah! The two words I just wrote were pressed off by your claw!" Ye Minxue screamed madly. Poor him, he only wrote six names in total, and three of them were pressed off by Fat Sanhua's claw.
"Take your time writing. There's no rush. We have plenty of time. How many enemies can you have?" Fat Sanhua curled his lips, thinking that this little chick really had too many things to do.
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"Didn't you say we had plenty of time?" The little yellow chicken raised its head and looked at a few of its companions who were eager to leave.
He wrote from lunch to dinner, and a piece of rice paper was filled up with his writing, so he had to write two more sheets.
"No one said they want to leave you, just keep writing, just keep writing." Fat Sanhua couldn't swallow what he said, so he gritted his teeth and started eating his dinner.
"So many enemies? You wouldn't have written down the names of all the evil cultivators." Bai Ze was very suspicious.
"How is that possible? I have only written down one hundred and ninety-one. We, the magic cultivators, have at least tens of thousands of people, okay?" Ye Minxue is much bolder now and communicates with them much more freely.
"You are no longer a demon cultivator now, so you can't say 'we are demon cultivators'." The little fox reminded the little yellow chicken.
Xue Zhui doesn't like the demon cultivators very much, those guys are scary.
Others capture monsters to eat their meat. Xue Zhui himself is also a carnivore, but these guys like to use monsters to refine their spirits, sometimes alive.
"Okay, okay, that's them, the demon cultivators. There are at least tens of thousands of them." Ye Minxue corrected readily.
"How many people are there in the righteous sect?" Fat Sanhua asked several younger brothers. If there were tens of thousands of demon cultivators, how many of them, the righteous cultivators, would there be? Because from what he heard from others, the number of demon cultivators was actually very small compared to the righteous cultivators.
"Probably over a hundred thousand." Bai Ze came out to speak.
Fat Sanhua smacked his lips. Although he now knew that monks were much cheaper than the old emperor thought, he did not expect them to be this cheap.
More than 100,000 people! This is a bit too many.
The emperor would be so angry if he knew about this, because that was the immortal he cherished so much.
“But at least 80% of the people here are only in the Qi Refining stage. It can be said that they have not yet stepped into the threshold of cultivating immortals. Moreover, the realms of these Qi Refining cultivators are mostly only one to four levels. There should not be many people who can truly be called cultivators.” Bai Ze saw what he meant and immediately added.
“Then are these tens of thousands of demon cultivators also very unreliable?” Fat Sanhua tasted something.
The little yellow chicken was not at all panicked when its lie was exposed. It just lowered its head and continued to write its name, pretending that it heard nothing.
The data on the upright cultivators that Bai Ze mentioned were at least in the Qi Refining Stage. Little Yellow Chicken was embarrassed to say that the tens of thousands of so-called demon cultivators he mentioned actually also included ordinary mortals who did odd jobs under the demon cultivators.
If you think about it carefully, this is actually not unreasonable. After all, when the righteous cultivators want to kill the evil cultivators, they usually kill the ordinary people under their command together.
He used to brag like this when he was a demon cultivator.
But he didn't dare say these words to Fat Sanhua and the others.
When the little yellow chicken was writing the fourth chapter, everyone had finished their meal. The whole day was spent writing names. The eldest brother took them to the room upstairs, and the little chicken continued to write.
"No, no, can I write again tomorrow? My paws are cramping." Ye Minxue said as he jumped onto the bed, his two paws stretched towards the sky. He obviously didn't want to move, but his paws were still twitching slightly. It was obvious that he really had cramps from writing.
"You're quite vindictive. You remember so many names so clearly." Fat Sanhua once again refreshed his understanding of Ye Minxue.
The eldest brother scratched his head and started to recite the names. He couldn't wait until the time came for him to get in front of the other person and then take out the list to check them one by one. Wouldn't that be very embarrassing?
When everyone got up the next day, they found that Ye Minxue had already woken up and was diligently writing his name again.
"How many enemies do you have?" Even the usually taciturn Xue Zhui couldn't help but ask.
"Anyway, Senior Brother said he would help me get revenge, so of course I have to write it all down." Ye Minxue said with confidence.
The clever Fat Sanhua soon discovered another problem. He came over silently, stretched out a little fingernail, and pointed at one of the names.
"What has this person done to offend you?" he asked with feeling.
"This guy is so hateful." The little yellow chicken asked these questions, and the anger on his face soon appeared.
"I cooked a dish for myself that day, but I didn't pay attention after eating it, and there was some residue on the corner of my mouth. He came in to report the progress of the task without telling me, and he laughed secretly after he left. I heard everything!"
"What about this one?" Fat Sanhua changed the name.
"This is even more abominable. I didn't go to school when I was a child because my family was poor. I learned it when I grew up. That day, I read a word wrong in front of him, and he corrected me in front of everyone, which made me lose face."
"So should I tell you or not?" Xue Zhui complained.
"These two things are completely different!" The little yellow chicken widened his eyes. He was already so sad, angry and heartbroken, why did it sound like these guys were blaming him?
"Then why didn't you deal with them yourself before?" Bai Ze popped his head out.
"I used to be the Demon Lord, and my every move was watched by people. How could I kill someone over such a trivial matter? This would easily give people something to talk about." Ye Minxue answered as a matter of course.
It would be fine if his character was a cruel demon lord, but his character is a peace-loving and kind demon lord. He has to be consistent in his actions, otherwise he will be exposed.
Fat Sanhua is a stingy and vindictive fat cat. However, after hearing what the little yellow chicken said, he couldn't help but complain: "You know it's just a trivial matter."
The little chick stopped talking.
Bai Ze looked at the eldest senior brother, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Ye Minxue immediately rushed over, flapping his wings, trying to cover his mouth and not allow him to translate these contents.
"Forget it, forget it. Big Brother has no interest in going to the Demon Lord's territory to kill people. They came here on their own initiative. Big Brother had no choice but to do this. I'm just avenging you." Fat Sanhua pushed away the pieces of rice paper with disgust.
"That's right, I know that too." The chick echoed.
"Then you shouldn't be able to remember these three or four hundred names and write them down neatly." After Bai Ze said this, the little yellow chicken immediately turned his head and pretended not to hear it.
The eldest brother picked up a few pieces of rice paper and read them carefully again. Suddenly he said, "Why is there no name of the current Demon Lord here? Shouldn't he be your greatest enemy?"
The little yellow chicken looked up at the eldest brother in shock. He was so excited that he was a little incoherent.
"This, can this be written?" The little yellow chicken trembled, and his whole body was shaking because of the words of the eldest brother.
Bai Ze translated the words to the eldest brother.
The eldest brother nodded. Isn’t this a matter of course?
The little yellow chicken quickly took two steps forward and dipped its claws into the ink again. Its two claws had now become black, and its body was also stained with a lot of ink, making it look dirty. It would have to take a good bath after it finished writing.
He hurriedly wrote down the name of the person he hated the most, and wanted to write a few more.
Although Ye Minxue wrote so many names, he still had some discretion. At least he did not write any names of the Nascent Soul stage or above. After all, there was no reason for the eldest senior brother to run around and die for such a small matter.
"It's just writing a name anyway. We don't have to kill them." The eldest brother said as he watched him write.
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The little yellow chicken stopped its diligent claws and raised its head in a daze. The other monsters also blinked their eyes and looked at the eldest brother.
"Isn't it? Otherwise, there are so many names here, I can't possibly kill them all, I must ask for their lives when I meet them."
"You don't think I'm that idle, do you? No way." The eldest brother was also surprised. He glanced around and finally fixed his eyes on the little chick.
The little chick stood on one leg for two seconds, then suddenly sat down heavily with a "pop".
Fat Sanhua shook his head. He didn’t expect that the real boss was hiding at the back.
A celebrity once said that the kinder a person is, the more likely he or she is to deal you a heavy blow at the most critical moment.
The celebrity's name is Qiu Sheng.
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