Of course, Sui Xiong can't just put Cersemens back into the world, this guy is very strong and stupid, maybe he will cause some big trouble in the world. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

So he decided, no matter what, to give this "wolf demon king" who was 23,000 years backward in the era a little basic common sense.

It's really hard work, especially if the educated side is still a fool.

Hell it's a fool!

What a fool!

In the next ten days, words like "It's a fool, let's not be like a fool" appeared in Sui Xiong's mouth and heart again and again.

But after ten days, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and roared and left a sentence of "Let Walter teach you to forget it", smashed the whip and blackboard, and ran away without looking back.

All that left him was a dazed Kersemens sitting at his desk in a daze, wondering why Mr. Jellyfish had suddenly gone berserk.

"This little bastard is the worst student I've ever taught!" Sui Xiong muttered to himself, listless.

At this moment, he turned himself into an invisible void thing, floating high in the air of the main plane, cruising with the wind. It is really like Zhuangzi's so-called "untied boat", at ease.

It's just that his mood is very depressed, and he is not at ease at all.

That guy at Kersemens is horribly stupid!

As an ancient demon king, its intelligence is not low, at least its memory is quite good. Sui Xiong taught it something, basically three times at most, and it would be able to remember. However, when it needs to transform "memory" into "thinking", it is very clumsy. For example, Sui Xiong taught it that one plus one equals two, and then taught that one plus two equals three, and so on. Then ask it how many times two plus three are equal, it will think for a long time, try to remember, and finally look at Sui Xiong with very innocent eyes, and answer, "Teacher, you didn't teach me this."

......

Sui Xiong was able to endure it for so many days, and even he admired himself.

But no matter how patient I was, I finally reached my limit today.

"Well, I hope Woll can teach it well......" Sui Xiong sighed deeply, burying his guilt for Woer in his heart, squinting his eyes to relax.

Before he knew it, he was asleep.

While he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a cry.

"Who's crying?"

Sui Xiong opened his eyes and looked down at the place where the cry came from.

Coincidentally, he floated and wandered so casually, and before he knew it, he flew into the sky above the Gold Coin Federation, just in time to see the huge migration team slowly moving like ants.

Cremation is taking place in a small field near the migration team, where more than a dozen bodies are placed on a pyre, engulfed in raging flames, billowing smoke and the cries of loved ones, turning into piles of ashes.

Sui Xiong frowned, quickly descended to a height close to the ground, and randomly selected a strong man who looked like a cremation host, probed his mind with divine power, and learned what was going on.

It turned out that these people were all sick and died.

Although the god of plague used his divine power to stop the outbreak of a large-scale plague, how could a large group of people not get sick after a long journey in this increasingly hot weather?

Those who are young and strong are fine, but once the old and young are frail and frail, once they get sick, even if they are treated by doctors, it is difficult to survive.

Among other things, most of the patients need to rest in bed and need adequate nutrition, neither of which can be satisfied in the migration team.

In this case, the deceased naturally appeared one after another.

At the beginning of the migration, things were okay. But as the migration time became longer and longer, people's health became worse and worse, and the number of people who died of illness gradually increased.

The strong man who presided over the cremation was a knight, and he took his villagers with him to migrate from the north all the way south. In the process, people continued to fall ill and die, and by now, more than one-tenth of the more than 400 people in a village have died.

However, only one of the bodies that were buried today came from his people. The rest came from other lords, and because there was a large open space where his lords were camping, they were brought here to be cremated together.

Looking at the grief-stricken faces of those emaciated migrants, Sui Xiong sighed lightly and slowly flew up.

Looking into the distance, you can see smoke in more than one place, and you can hear crying in many places. With such a large migration convoy, many people die every day.

Sui Xiong frowned, and flew towards the migration party sent by the merchant again.

Cremation was also held here, although much smaller than the aristocratic procession, but it was not very different in nature.

The peasants already lack food and clothing, live in poverty, and combined with the long journey, their standard of living is almost extremely low. Even as the merchant faction struggled to make ends meet, there was only so much they could do.

Of course, compared to the aristocratic faction, the merchant faction is indeed better.

But...... Sui Xiong carefully observed the migrants. Most of them are already very thin, although not to the point of "skin and bones", but there is really no oil and water to consume.

(If you continue to migrate like this, it won't be long before a large number of people will die!)

His brow furrowed, and his heart was secretly worried.

Just then, he noticed a conversation.

It was a couple of young men, talking to the priesthood and a small businessman who looked like a team leader.

"Alas, two more died today. The little merchant said dejectedly, "Every day there are people dying, and even if there are doctors and priests, there is no way to ......."

"Magic is not a panacea, and neither is medicine. The priest comforted him, "Don't be too upset, you've done your best." ”

"I think I could have done better. "If I am strong enough to influence national policy, I may be able to stop this great migration." ”

"But in that case, there might be war. As a member of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, the clergy was very clear about the reason for the migration, and sighed, "The contradiction between the merchant faction and the aristocratic faction has reached the point where it is on the verge of breaking out, and if we do not carry out a great migration and separate each other, I am afraid that a fight will already start now." ”

The little merchant sighed for a while, and then said, "If the Great Council had been able to get up in the first place, maybe there wouldn't have been so much going on, right?"

"It should be, my lord originally wanted everyone to sit down and talk about any contradictions, even if some things can't be solved, it's better to solve some of them first. The clergyman looked indignant and said angrily, "Those who are short-sighted! They only think about boring things like 'may affect the inheritance' or 'hinder the sacredness of the nobility', and they don't want to think that if there is a real war, everyone is dead, and there is a ghost inheritance or sacredness!"

He is obviously inclined to the merchant faction, and he has no good impression of the aristocratic faction, but the more he talks about it at the moment, the more angry he becomes, and he criticizes the aristocratic faction endlessly.

The little merchant and a few of his attendants nodded their heads in a hurry.

Sui Xiong used his divine power to look into their hearts and found that they simply and clearly blamed the suffering caused by this great migration on the selfishness and short-sightedness of the aristocratic faction.

He shook his head, flew to the aristocratic faction again, and looked carefully, and sure enough, there were also people who were discussing the reasons for the Great Migration.

It's just that unlike the merchant faction, the aristocratic faction blames the problem on the greed of the merchant faction, thinking that it is the merchant faction's unscrupulous pursuit of wealth and status, which will make things more and more stiff, otherwise, wouldn't it be good for everyone to live peacefully!

All in all, a thousand words and a sentence - it's all the other party's fault.

After carefully looking at the situation on both sides, Sui Xiong shook his head and sighed, finding the goddess of wealth.

"I just went to see the migration party. "I always feel ...... They look like they're going to fight again!" )