The sharp-eared monkey-cheeked guy briefed me on the situation, just to make me obedient and follow their rules, and by the way, let me understand their terrible feelings, and dispel me from the idea of rebellion. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But alas, these goods are not scary at all.

Just three minutes ago, I was planning how to kill them.

But then it occurred to me that I wanted to stay here.

Listen carefully to my explanation......

First of all, I am an alien, a demon king, whose purpose is to destroy all intelligent beings on Earth. But at this moment, I have lost all my strength, and it is impossible to pose a threat to humanity in the short term.

Now there is a bunch of fools in front of me who are hurting each other, and solving them is helping to maintain social order, I don't have a reason to do that, do I?

All right...... If you have to say it, there's still a reason to kill them - that boogie.

Regardless of these personal feuds, from the perspective of the overall situation, as the power of this organization grows, it will inevitably expand its predation range due to the problem of insufficient resource allocation, and at that time, the government will definitely not tolerate these traitors, and I will be able to sit on the mountain and watch the dog fight, and maybe there will be an unexpected surprise that will harm the civilians!

Hahahahahahahaha

This brings me to the second point.

As a living being, you definitely need to replenish energy. With my current strength, I can't rely on killing and robbing, and it is still difficult to solve the need for food. Let me go to the mountains to live a savage life, I will never want to. So, just stay here and eat and drink them for nothing......

Third, I can take advantage of this period of dormancy to have a good understanding of the basic situation of the earth and investigate the cause of the loss of power.

That's what I'm thinking, and although I'm always threatening to destroy everyone, the plan can't keep up with the change. Changing the plan according to the changes is the demeanor of a master.

The real masters are not those reckless people.

During the conversation, I was taken to the far right of the three-story building where the "Lost" group was located, the "Mountain". By the way, on the left is "displacement" and in the middle is "upheaval".

I suddenly remembered something, and then looked at the monkey's cheek face, ready to speak.

"Are you trying to ask me what's my name? My name is Hou San, just call me third brother. ”

I'm your uncle......

The guy introduced himself before I could ask him.

"No, I just wanted to ask." I said, "What is the full name of your organization?" ”

"Fallen man."

Fallen Man......

Your father, I want to complain about the displacement and upheaval, you are a group of bandits who make such literary names, and you are really not ashamed.

I like it though.

When I opened the door of the room, there was a burning white candle at my feet, and the candlelight illuminated a small room and a dozen weak faces sitting in the corner.

"How...... New members? ”

One of them, the white-bearded old man asked tremblingly, his beard was already dirty.

"yes." Hou San pushed me in. "The Bitter Man family has added a new one."

I tripped and fell to the ground and yelled, "Day, help me untie the rope!" ”

Hou San glanced at me, "Someone will help you untie it." With that, he closed the door.

Depend on...... This person is fickle, and he patiently explained all kinds of things to me amiably a minute ago, and he directly pushed down Lao Tzu in this second.

"Boy, it's you."

A familiar voice came into my ears.

The voice is sensitive and disgusting......

I looked at the source...... Sure enough, it was the stray hair that threw boogers at me......

"It's really a narrow road." I said, looking at the goods.

His malnourished and forked hair showed a sub-healthy yellow color, and his physique was thin, and the outline of his bones seemed to be looming under the yellow short sleeves. He also carries an indigo rucksack on his back. It seems a bit inappropriate to say that the backpack is a simple cloth bag made of canvas, and a few strings are strung to make it have a binding function.

He didn't say a word, and saluted directly into his nostrils.

"That's enough, I have a bottom line......" I said in a deep voice. I hope I can stop him, otherwise I won't have the ability to dodge when I'm tied up in a wire rope.

He also seemed to know how to stop in moderation, and took his hand back. He should rejoice, or I will give him death when he comes out of the rope later.

"Do you want me to untie the rope for you?" He asked.

Would I be stupid enough to think you have such good intentions?!

His hand slowly reached out, and I rolled out with a spirit, leaning against the wall and sitting up with twisted limbs.

"Next to you, who came over to help with the handle?" I gestured with my eyes to the rest of the room for help. But no one paid any attention to me.

Doesn't it mean that the same people who have fallen from the end of the world should be courteous when they meet? Instead of feeling sympathy for me, these people showed a sense of indifference in their expressions.

"It's useless." The white-bearded old man stood up and walked towards me. "These people won't bother you."

The dirty, white-bearded old man swayed and walked, and I felt that as long as a gust of wind blew...... No, just a fluctuation of blowing his nose can blow him down.

"They have become timid because of the fear of being enslaved for a long time." The old man said, and then approached me warmly: "I'll help you untie the ropes." ”

Well...... So here's the problem.

"You look like a weak willow supporting the wind...... Are you sure you have the strength to untie the rope? ”

The old man realized this, and stood there.

Yes...... You really do...... I'll do it myself.

It took about ten minutes for me to untie the rope. Actually, I could have gotten out of it more quickly, but since I've decided to lurk here, there's no need to show my strength too much. So I chose to untie the rope with skill.

"Is there anything to eat?" Ignoring everyone's surprised expressions, I asked, rubbing my wrist.

"We are only brought food during meal time, and we can't eat the rest of the time." The old man returned.

"Do you know where to eat?" I haven't eaten all day, and I'm really hungry.

The old man shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

And that dog, who has a deep relationship with me, actually dug up a lump of boogers and handed it to me......

I was so angry that I slammed the door and walked out.

"It's okay to go out, as long as you're not spotted by the patrol, but if you leave this building, there will be 'mad dogs' attacking you." Boogers reminded.

That kind of thing is not to be feared, and the first priority is to find food to fill your stomach.

I closed my eyes and turned on my sensitive sense of smell, and the smell of food came from the end of the hallway on the left hand side of the second floor. I immediately pressed my steps, and all that remained in my ears was the unfinished conversation of the people inside the door.

"This kid doesn't listen?"

"It's too arrogant......"